A scammer will mention (@) you in a comment under a post that impersonates a tumblr announcement. This post will falsely claim that your tumblr account has been restricted, and you have 48 hours to follow the link in their post to rectify it.
These comments and posts are fake.
One of the active scammer blogs is @system-blog-help.*
*(If this blog changes their url, the new urls will be added below. Please see the original version of this post for the most current list. These blogs can be monitored despite url changes if you make a side blog, then block them on the side blog. If they change their url, you will see the new url in your block list.)
Here are some of the red flags you may see on these blogs and their posts:
None of their links in the main post go to a tumblr page (do not click on them).
They say you only have 48 hours to take action. This creates a sense of urgency and make you turn off your critical thinking skills.
Tumblr staff never reaches out to people in public for account-related things. Anything related to your account is for your eyes only and meant to be confidential.
If there are problems with your account, especially if it is time-sensitive, tumblr staff will not @ you on a post you might not even be logged in to get the notification for. Notice how you didn't actually get an email from tumblr staff about this apparent account problem; you only got the "mention" email (if you are signed up to receive emails about mentions), which any user can make.
Tumblr staff will never mention a user in a group with other users for matters related to account access.
Staff does not offer premium as an apology if they make a mistake. This is not in the terms of service anywhere.
Here are two screenshots from the offending blogs (note, these may not be exactly the same on future blogs):
You can also see two archived versions of these scam posts here and here.
If you see a blog that looks like this, report the post as "spam/bot", and the blog itself as "spam/bot".
If you have time, you may also comment "scam", or anything else that points out their intentions, on as many of their comments as you can. This slows down the scammer, as they have to either clean up your comments or block you, which briefly stops them from making as many comments to @ more people.
Tumblr also has a handy page with more info on spotting scammers, here.
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, Non-Con, Idol Reader, Stalking, Hidden Cameras, Yandere Elements, Somnophila, Cunnilingus, Penetration, Shedletsky Is A Creep, Pulling Out, Kidnapping, Might Be OOC, 5k Words
For all the love Shedletsky held for you — you were so clueless.
Not that he could bring himself to hate you for it, after all, that pure innocence was part of your charm.
You were an idol, shiny and charming, made for the stage and screens. He remembered when he first laid eyes on you, beauty reduced to pixels yet far from lessened.
It was love at first sight. Scratch that. Infatuation at first sight.
Your agency was on the smaller side, but the man didn’t mind. If anything, it just gave him a chance to support you even more.
And you didn’t even need to do anything in return! Most people would be begging for his attention, and you got it free of charge.
If he was being honest, part of him hated how underground you were. Were these people blind? Or had they just not seen you yet? Whatever the reason, it was despicable how little adoration you got.
Although he couldn’t deny that it made his devotion seem just a little more real — and your appreciation for his support all the more sweeter.
It was your final concert before your break, a small hiatus for your health. As much as he hated not being able to see you, he was glad that you were taking care of yourself.
He had to see you in person, just one more time before you left. Shedletsky didn’t care how many favors he had to call or how mad his boss was going to be for missing work again — he had to be there.
It was loud and crowded, as all concerts are. Blood rushed to his ears when he saw you on stage, smiling wider than he had ever seen before. It only made sense after all, every person here was proof of the love you had amassed, physical proof of your greatness.
He could help but feel a bit of pride on your behalf, having watched you grow from the very beginning.
If he was being honest, he didn’t know what drew him to you, just that you had a certain charm that the admin was addicted to.
In his opinion, the concert ended far too soon, but at least it meant he could see you up close now. It wasn’t the first time you and him had met, in fact, you recognized him the last time.
Although much to his dismay, you didn’t know him from his position as an admin. He didn’t fault you for it, knowing the idol industry, you were probably kept away from most politics.
Rather, you saw him as one of your first fans, someone who had been there since the very start. There was a certain innocence about it, one that made him all the more drawn to you.
A small smile grew on his face as he lined up to meet you. This time was slightly different. This time, he wanted to bring you something as proof of his love.
It was a small plush animal, fluffy, feathered, and shaped in the form of a chick. It was perfect really, almost as cute as you. While it wasn’t your favorite animal, he knew you weren’t the type to decline a gift, especially not one from your biggest supporters.
“Hello again!” You greeted him with a smile, one that he was convinced was just for him. And while you did admit it was nice to see a familiar face, it was hard for you to feel super excited about it.
Your feet hurt and your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest. Sweet dripped down your forehead and threatened to smudge the makeup you spent hours perfecting.
You clenched your jaw and hoped your fatigue didn’t show in your actions, “It’s good to see you,” you said, voice in a high falsetto.
“You were amazing, my star.” The man’s smooth voice ran over you, the honest praise making the tension in your shoulders settle, just the tiniest bit. People like him were the reason you even became an idol. “I got you something.”
Before you could even say thank you, a small stuffed toy was pushed into your hands, almost knocking your shaking legs off balance. “Oh! I’m not really supposed to acce-”
He cut you off before you could finish, “I know, but you’ve been working so hard and you deserve something in return! Please, won’t you take it? On the behalf of your most loyal fan.”
You swallowed hard, eyes flickering from the guard watching you to the man towering over you. There was a certain desperation in his eyes, one that made you feel too bad to turn him down, “Well, if it’s from you.”
The man smiled down at you, tense shoulders softening. “Thank you, my star. If it isn’t too much trouble I was wondering if you cou-”
“Times up, pal.” Your bodyguard stepped between you two, pushing him back with his body. “Move along.”
You watched as the man’s face soured before shifting back to a polite smile. “I got it man, no need to be so rough,” he drawled as he looked behind him and at you. “Have a nice break, and don’t forget to take care of yourself.”
Shedletsky’s smile dropped as he turned away, cursing the other for interrupting his time with you. Although his bad mood didn’t last long, especially not when he knew he would see you again.
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Really, you’d think an idol like you would be more cautious. But he supposed it was due to your lack of proper agency and training. Although he didn’t really mind, it just made it easy to keep tabs on you.
While he could’ve watched over you with his own eyes, he was a busy man. How else was he gonna make sure you were safe during your break? As bad as he felt for deceiving you, he needed to.
The bright screen of his phone shone in the dark of his room, fingers swiping to the app with practiced ease. He had always dreamed of this ability — the ability to watch over you like a guardian, like a god.
A bright red dot flashed against the familiar map. Only he truly knew what it entailed, but with the affectionately tilted ‘Darling ♡’, it wasn’t hard to guess.
The best part? It showed more than just your location! On another tab, he could access a camera, small and slightly covered in dirt but concealed enough to where he could still see.
It was just simple monitoring, nothing serious. He just . . didn’t think he could last months without seeing you — not when he had gotten so used to breathing you in at every second.
At least, that’s how it started. It had been a few weeks now, and while Shedletsky swore it was innocent, even he wasn’t delusional enough to convince himself there wasn’t something perverted about being able to watch your every move.
Your meals, your training, your practices, most of it happened right in front of the beloved plush he gave you. Even worse were the times you would leave it facing the door of your bathroom as you showered, or the way you would wrap your arms around it in your sleep, huddling it close like it was an actual person.
Its eyes gave him sight into your life. It was like a personal show made just for him, and part of him believed that you wouldn’t have been so adamant on performing if you weren’t the tiniest bit aware.
Maybe he was delusional. Maybe he was a perverted bastard and maybe he was too far gone. But you were kind. You were gentle and tender and he was sure that you could grow to understand his reasonings.
His feet moved on their own command. The tall of your apartment building cast a shadow over him, even in the dark of the night. You were asleep now, had been for a while.
For a second, he debated turning back. He knew he was just being compulsive, even then he couldn’t bring himself to leave, not when the doors of the building opened and the warm lights of the lobby were just way too inviting to leave.
It was easy to talk his way through security, his position as an admin allowed him more leeway than most. All he needed to do was say he was there for ‘business’ and the staff was more than willing to hand him a skeleton key. It was almost scarily easy, actually. So much so he started to worry for your safety.
Really, your agency should’ve tried harder to keep you safe rather than just leave you to your own accord. Serious, did they even care about what could happen to you?
If he could track you down, what stopped other fans from doing the same? Just the thought of it sent shivers down his spine, chills running along his back as he leisurely walked his way to your door.
Your dedication to your training truly did deserve praise. Even through the what should be soundproof walls of the room, he could hear the pitchy chime of your latest song.
Shedletsky pressed his ears to the surface of the door, a lovesick smile finding its place on his face, heart fluttering at the thought of being so close to you.
He should’ve stopped it at that. He should pried his weight off of the wooden frame and took himself home. He should’ve left you alone and stopped himself before he went too far.
If he was being honest, he shouldn’t have been there at all. But Shedletsky was never known for listening to warnings — and he sure as hell wasn’t known for doing what he ‘should’.
Blinded by devotion and the high of impulse, his fingers fumbled with the keys, sticking them into the lock and shaking until the ‘click’ rang loud in his ear like a last warning.
He tried to be quiet as he cracked the door open, slipping in before someone walked out and saw him come in. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light, but even then he felt like he knew the layout of the flat all too well.
Your scent clung heavy in the air, and the counters were littered with fanmail. You were so dedicated to your job it was almost endearing.
The music got louder the further he stepped into the house, songs skipping to the next as he followed the sound to your room, the thin door being the only thing between you and him.
His hands slipped to his phone, clicking to the app for reassurance. He assumed from the blacked-out screen that you were still asleep, exhausted from your hard work earlier.
With the confidence that you were asleep, he slipped into the dark room as quiet as he could, a small night light illuminating your sleeping body.
Blankets wrapped around you, hair sprawled out against the pillow and small chick pillow cradled in your arms like a child.
You were gorgeous. A work of art if he knew how to appreciate them. His fingers clenched around his phone, bringing the screen close to his face as he snapped a picture, forever saving the sight of your slumbering beauty in the storage of his device.
He’d have to make it his wallpaper later, maybe even print it out and keep it in his wallet.
Shedletsky wished he was satisfied. He wished the breath he let out was one of finality and contentment. He wished the twitch of his fingers was nothing but restlessness and not his desire to touch and feel and devour.
He knew his faults — and he knew when his greed was speaking over his senses. That didn’t mean he knew how to stop himself though.
Each step closer felt like a mirage, dream-like and light. Even as the bed creaked as he climbed on and the mattress dipped under the weight of his knees, nothing broke the almost obsessive focus he had on your tranquil figure.
Part of him was surprised you hadn’t woken up yet. Although he was thankful you weren’t such a light sleeper. He wasn’t sure how he’d face you now. Just the thought of your reaction made his shoulders slump in worry.
Would you push him away? Would you kick and scream? Would anyone come to save you? Shedletsky wasn’t one to overthink, but even he couldn’t help but feel a little disgusted in his actions.
The swirling in his gut, the drag of his heavy limbs and the clenching of his heart as stared down at your sleeping figure, taunted by the thought of just how . . defenseless you were. All of it was just as addicting as it was sickening.
It was euphoric in a sense. His heart pounded and heat rushed to his face, pupils dilated and shaking as they ran over your body. If the music were any quieter, he was sure you would’ve woken up from the sound of his pulse alone.
Even now you were glowing, dim lights hitting your body like a spotlight. You were just as enchanting as you were on the stage, if not more so.
If it wasn’t for the fact that it went against his morals, he’d send you to the badlands and lock you up for his viewing only. It should be illegal to be this beautiful. His hands twitched, nerves itchy with the need to move.
Your skin was soft under his touch, softer than the blankets or the sheets or the silk pillow you rested your head on. Admins, you were going to drive him insane.
He froze as you shifted in your sleep, a soft moan falling from your lips before you settled back down, the smile on your face utterly adorable. He wondered what you were dreaming of.
The movement shook the blanket off of your body, just slightly, but it was enough to reveal your pajamas. His breath hitched, catching in the back of his throat.
Even now, even in your sleep, you still managed to perform for him, to tempt him in ways not even a siren could. He was too far gone to stop now, not when you were practically inviting him to touch you.
And Shedletsky wasn’t going to turn down an offer like that, especially not from you.
He pulled down the rest of the blanket, holding back his excitement and trying his best to not just yank it off and wake you up.
The hem of your shirt rid up, just barely exposing your midriff. He couldn’t help but swallow the spit collecting in his mouth, eyes zeroing in on the skin and trailing lower to the hem of your pants, its fabric clinging loosely to your hips.
Surely . . surely you wouldn’t mind, right? Shedletsky, he — he knew you. He watched you every step of the way, every small achievement, every milestone. He was there then and he’s here now and he — he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
His fingers curled around the edge of your shorts and pulled them down as gently as he could, knuckles grazing against the skin of your thighs. It was so soft, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was the only one who had touched you like this.
Just the sight of you in your underwear was enough to make his pants tighten, and when paired with the thought of being the first to see you like this, he could’ve sworn he was about to pass out.
Even your panties were cute. Too cute to not pocket for later as he slipped them off of you, eyes trained on your face to check for any signs of you waking up.
The music was loud enough to drown out the thoughts of stopping, the sound of your voice acting as a mask of courage, one that let him slip his hands underneath your thighs and pull them upward, letting them rest on his shoulders as he slotted himself between your legs.
Your back was curved upward, the position only slightly unnatural. If he wasn’t so hyperfocused on the sight of your cunt in front of him, he’d be worried for your neck.
Shedletsky held his breath, watching you turn and stir just to slump back against the bed. His eyes flickered from your sex to your face, drool collecting on his tongue at the mere scent of you.
Just breathing you in made you dizzy. His tongue darted out to lick his dry lips, mouth falling open and warm breath fanning over your pussy.
He was too far in to turn back, and too turned on to stop himself from licking a stripe between the fat lips in front of him. Your body twisted at the action, leg jerking up and almost hitting his back.
It didn’t take long for you to settle back down, the position he had you in left you very few options for movement. His arms snaked around your thighs, pressing them downward onto his shoulders to stop the movement.
The taste of you lingered on his tongue, faint and fading and leaving him wanting more. He could hardly bring himself to care if you woke up, too fixated on getting his fill of your sweet flavor.
With one last swiping against his bottom, he dug his face forward, parting your labia with his tongue and licking a long stripe from bottom to top, finding the ridge of your clit and latching onto the sensitive nub.
Fuck, you tasted so good. Even if you were dry, just the taste of your skin on his tongue was enough to make him groan, the vibrations making you stir in your sleep.
He knew he needed to act fast, but even then his greed didn’t stop him from lingering on your clit, teeth just barely grazing the bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked away his face, he couldn’t tell if you were conscious or unconscious.
Your face scrunched up in discomfort, legs struggling against his grip before going limp once you realized you couldn’t move.
Based on the fact you weren’t making any noise, he assumed that you were still asleep. Your lack of response only emboldened him, his tongue lolling out of his mouth to swirl around your clit, humming in satisfaction when he tasted your pussy getting wetter.
He knew your body would come around, even if your mind wasn’t quiet there.
Shedletsky used the extra slick to slide his face downward, tongue dipping into your dripping hole. He moaned in satisfaction as he lapped up your juices, finally getting a proper taste of you.
He was ravenous, sliding his tongue as far as he could as if mapping out your insides, feeling each and every ridge of your walls. Once he started, there was no stopping until he had his fill, his haphazard eating making you stir in your sleep.
He smiled against your cunt, the sound of slick slurping just barely audible above the cheery soundtrack in the background. It truly was paradise.
Your eyes clenched shut, eyelids heavy with sleep and limbs tingling with leftover lethargy. You tried to move your legs, but you were met with resistance. Your alarm was half-hearted, torn between prying your eyes open or going back to sleep.
Blood rushed to your head, back stiff and aching. The dizziness became impossible to ignore, eyes fluttering open just to meet the back of your headboard.
A confused hum rumbled from your throat, deep and groggy from just waking up. “H-huh?” You jerked your leg up, panic filling your senses as you realized something was holding you down.
You struggled as much as you could against his grip, your jerking bringing his attention to you.
“Oh? Finally awake?” He muttered into your skin, tongue slipping out of your hole just to press kisses into your inner thighs, the slick coating his face smudging on the surface.
Words rose in the back of your throat, eyes widening and muscles tensing. You were about to say something, mouth opening around the syllable only to be interrupted with a high-pitched moan in a voice you barely recognized as yours.
The man’s tongue plunged back into your pussy, the position preventing you from seeing his face. You twisted away from him, trying your best to jerk away from him and failing.
“G-get away!” Your weak voice was overpowered by the music you put on earlier, the sound slightly disorienting you. One of his hands released your legs, although it was only to turn the music even louder, completely drowning out your calls for help.
His arm snapped back to your thighs, holding them in place as he dug his face deeper into your pussy, pushing your torso up and bending your back even more, your neck straining with the movement.
The man’s nose grinded against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through your spine and making your muscles tighten, hole unwillingly clenching around his tongue.
It only served to amplify the pleasure, pressure building in your gut as your nails dug into the sheets underneath you, arching your back and pushing against his face.
You could just barely make out the sight of his hair, dark brown curls bouncing against your skin. You recognized it. You recognized it because you dreamt of it every single night.
Not exactly him, but the thought of those same curls glowing in the vibrant lights of the venue, framing a perfectly charming face and elated smile. It wasn’t the man you dreamt of, but the reminder of just who you were working so hard for.
You didn’t have time to linger on the realization, thoughts cut short but your oncoming orgasm, the knot in your stomach bursting before you could even anticipate it.
A strained noise came from you, vocal cords tired from training and faltering half-way through, leaving you in a silent scream.
Your orgasm crashed into you like a train, limbs spasming against him before giving out, utterly spent and exhausted. Your body already ached from earlier, and this wasn’t helping.
Once he realized you weren’t in any position to move, he let you go, letting your body fall back against the bed.
You were glowing. Face flushed and sweaty, chest rising and falling as fast as his with the smallest drop of drool pooling at the corner of your lips.
His cock throbbed in arousal, rock hard and begging for attention, already dripping precum into his shorts. His gaze flickered between the tent of his pants and your limp body.
He didn’t need to get off but he couldn’t help but feel a pang of — what was it? Entitlement? He had gone out of his way to make you cum, to track you down and watch over you and show his love for you — surely, you could afford to repay him for that devotion, right?
Most of your body was numb as you recovered, blood still flowing from your head to the rest of your limbs.
The feeling of something pressing against your entrance snapped you out of your trance, alarm making you jolt, arms jutting out in a weak punch.
It was almost comedic how easily he caught your hands, stopping your pathetic attempt of fighting back in its traps.
He didn’t speak, only stared you down with those lovesick eyes and shaking pupils, both wrists clasped in just one of his hands, pressed down and pinning against the bed.
You felt cold fear wash over you, enough to petrify. You knew that look. It was mania — obsession in its purest form.
Your playlist caught in a skip, giving you just a moment of silence, enough to scream into. Your throat burned as you projected your voice as loud as it could.
His grip tightened around your wrists, hard enough to bruise and send pain blossoming through your nervous system. His free hand clasped over your mouth, muffling just the rear end of your scream.
“Shhhhh,” he hushed, voice low and dangerous. His tone was shockingly calm in contrast to the oppressive grip he had on your limbs and the way his nails dug into the side of your face — not enough to scar, but enough to warn.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” the man whispered, cooing at your fearful expression. He took the moment to thrust into you, pushing in and bottoming out in one swift motion.
It was easy due to how off guard you were, but he hissed at you tight you got, though he was thankful for your orgasm earlier, if you were this tight now, imagine how’d you would’ve been without it. Your muscles clenching weakly around him as your body tried to fight against the intrusion.
Though there was very little worth in doing so, not when he had already pried his way inside the deepest parts of you.
A sob fell from your lips, pitiful and wretched. Not that he could hear it through his thick fingers or the loud music.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your ear, breath condensing on your skin. “Just sit through this part, yeah? You won’t even have to do anything.”
With the way he refused to remove his hand, it didn’t seem he was looking for a response.
Instead, he took the moment to slowly start rocking into you, each movement stretching you just a little wider, letting your walls adjust and stretch to his size.
Tears welled in the corner of your eyes as he did, half from the ache that riddled your body, and half from the sickening pleasure that crept into your nerves.
His voice sent chills down your spine, nonsensical rambles followed by groans of your idol name. The name once used to bring joy was twisted in a sick image of perversion, bile rising at the back of your throat.
Though you weren’t given the choice to puke it out, not as his fingers pressed harshly onto your lips, forcing them to part as he pressed down on your tongue. Drool and spit collected around his digits, your words and protests falling to suppressed moans.
He started to thrust into you, using your loosened hole for his pleasure, practically fucking into you like a doll. The sound of skin slapping against skin was loud, even with your music playing in the background.
Your ass stung from the sheer power behind his thrusts, and while most of your lower half was numb, you couldn’t help but wince from the feeling.
“I’m c-close,” he hushed, speaking into the back of your neck. You shook your head in fear, not wanting him to finish inside of you. “Don’t worry, I won’t - ngh - I won’t cum inside.
It didn’t take long for him to release, pulling out and spattering cum onto your lower back, the liquid burning into your skin like a brand.
You were barely given time to process it, the man quick to slip his cock back into his pants. His movements were rushed, head turning from you to the door as if he was expecting someone.
And he was right to. His mouth opened to speak, but whatever he had to say was interrupted by a knock, a concerned voice booming from through the door.
Your eyes widened in hope, yelps coming out muffled from behind his hand. He cursed under his breath, pressing his hand as close to your lips as he could to block out the noise.
He leaned down, speaking directly into your ear, just enough for you to hear. “I’m so sorry for this, my love.”
Those words were the last thing you heard before pain blossomed at the back of your neck and black took over your vision, body going limp in his hold.
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You woke up with a start, back aching and limbs slightly numb from the cold.
The darkness was disorienting, the only light coming from a small screen right above your head, which — much to your dismay — had a recording of one of your performances, the footage old and grimy but still undeniably you.
The sound sent chills down your spine, memories of what happened right before you blacked out resurfacing in your mind and clearing out a pit in your stomach.
Though that realization came second to the awareness of someone behind you. It didn’t take long for you to notice your arms and legs were bound by some sort of rope, the material rough and sure to leave a mark.
You tried to speak, but your mouth was full of something soft and cotton-like, soaking up all of the excess spit in your mouth and leaving it dry.
“Sorry princess,” a familiar voice sounded from behind you, chest rumbling against your back, “Can’t have you ruining your voice again, y’know?”
Your throat burned from the exertion earlier, vocal cords raw and throbbing. Much like the appendage throbbing sickeningly in your gut.
Shedletsky cooed at you, hand reaching up to stroke your soft cheek lovingly. “I really didn’t want to do this,” he whispered, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself rather than you.
“But you left me no choice. There were people coming and-,” he paused, hand falling limply in your lap, “-and I couldn’t afford to lose you.”
“But it’s okay!” The man cheered, arms wrapped around you and bringing you in for a tight embrace. The action jostled you on his cock, a pitiful shock of pleasure shooting through you. “The idol industry is too cruel for you.”
You could hear the smile in his tone, the pit in your stomach only growing deeper and deeper. “Yes, it’s okay,” his voice was slightly shaky as he spoke, “You have me to take care of you now! And trust me, I know you so much better than they ever could.”
A/N : i wrote like most of this in one day sorry . . anyways commish for @cyberneticsorrow song is just for my BUT SPECFICALLY THE ONE BY KISS THE SCIENTIST OKAY?
Concerning your Azure tentacle post: I agree. let me cook pls.
I made it a lil yan bc I love adding flavor. :3c
Azure had admired you from afar for a long time. He even admired you closer when he killed you in some rounds, but oh he could not keep holding himself back. Not when the burning passion of desire kept eating him from the inside out.
He finally decided to act on his obsessive love for you by killing almost all the other survivors around, leaving you alone. You honestly thought he would kill you like usual and save his torture of TwoTime for last. Not this time. You were his prize.
You had stopped fighting back a long time ago. Consecutive orgasms drained your energy. You were beyond overfucked, consciousness was barely holding on. All you could feel was his tentacles and seed fiiling you to the brim. His hands wandered over your body, kisses left on your tear stained cheeks. Oh what a lovely sight for him. one tentacle poked from your lips after it traveled all the way through you, touching and prodding through your body, making sure there was not a single unclaimed spt within you.
Your own hands bound by one of his free tentacles, your legs strung up by yet another. Azure rubbed over your rounded stomach with his hand, feeling both your filled womb and his tentacles squirming inside. He was a little remorseful of being so rough with you at first, but oh he had to claim you fully before one of the survivors or another killer could.
But now, you are all his. claimed by him, inside and out.
IS THIS ALL THE WAY THROUGH OMGG? wait i love this . .
the feeling of azure’s tentacles ravaging every inch of you, as if coating your insides with cum wasn’t enough . . >< the tentacle makes way for more cum to flood your insides, a path craved out of flesh and filled by him.
it crawls up your throat and presses against the back of your throat before you can swallow it down, breaking through with a gulp of cum and leaving you utterly limp, completely at his mercy 💜
also i apologise if I sent this before, I cannot for the life of me remember who I request from and what I request 😞
Noli NSFW headcanons
Cw&Tw: nsfw content ahead | Minors DNI (you will be blocked) | Posessive and controlling relationship | Generally not a safe and sane one tbh | Blashesmy | God complex | self-infatuated behaviour | Cult heavily implied | Noli is lowkey a freak | slight dub-con(?) | Possible noncon (depends on how you see Reader and Noli's relationship)
Let me know if I missed anything!
Dream Note: Hey dw, you're good! You're the first person requesting Noli on my blog, so congrats! I wasn't sure which version Noli you meant, so I went with the canon compliant one. Hope you'll enjoy!
ᝰ.ᐟ Noli is an ancient being, closer to a god than your average robloxian. He is very experienced, though his personality is the reason he can't keep a relationship down
ᝰ.ᐟ He is extremely self-infatuated with himself. Noli strives being in control, and is unwilling to give it up. This also translates in bed. Sorry, you cannot make him submit. He'd rather get squashed by a hammer than be submissive.
ᝰ.ᐟ Sex isn't just a mean of pleasure. It's about possession, about control, about owning you in that way that leaves a mark on your body.
ᝰ.ᐟ He is selfish, possessive and frankly delusional. Noli truly believes himself as a blessing to you, and that you should devote yourself completely to him.
ᝰ.ᐟ It doesn't matter what kind of relationship you have, from acquaintances, enemies or even friends, you are his, so don't you dare ever seek someone else out.
ᝰ.ᐟ Noli is powerful, especially so after stealing the Voidstar and making the deal with the Spectre. What he has between his legs can change on a whim.
ᝰ.ᐟ One day he might have a pussy, another day he could have a dick (or two). Noli is quite fickle, and sometimes you might be facing unimaginable horrors while having sex.
ᝰ.ᐟ Though, on a daily basis, I like to think he has two tentacle dicks, one purple and one black (thank you Cherry for that pic btw, it was scrumptious).
ᝰ.ᐟ He's practically rotting, so, much to my heartbreak, he is barren down there... instead, I like to think he has some sort of ancient runes inked on his skin.
ᝰ.ᐟ Another perk of being a deity it's controlling how his body functions, and Noli? Noli is a guy who aim high and more. He cums a lot, and it's thick and sticky. It's also that uncomfortably warm that borderlines hot. Oh yeah, it also glows.
ᝰ.ᐟ Noli finds pleasure in marking you, both inside and out, as long as it get the message across. On your chest, on your face, he'll even pull out and cum against your sex before pushing it inside you.
ᝰ.ᐟ Marking aside, Noli is also into body worship, public sex, hypnosis and humiliation.
ᝰ.ᐟ A god only deserves the best, of course. His acolytes do a decent job, but you, his sweet little pet? You have entirely different duties that only you can fullfill.
ᝰ.ᐟ On your knees, your lips wrapped around one of his shafts as you stroke the other with your hand. Love him, praise him, give yourself to him and show him your devotion. He'll even gift you a lipstick in his favorite shade so you can smear it all over his skin.
ᝰ.ᐟ If you're good enough, he might even reward you, right in front of everyone. Laid on the altar of his opulent church, he'll take you, praising you for being so devoted, showing everyone exactly who you belong to.
ᝰ.ᐟ When bored and when he can't fuck you, Noli will messes with your head, which should be, like, never?? What is keeping you busy enough to not even have time for your god >:(
ᝰ.ᐟ He will alter your perception, making you hallucinate absolute filth while you're busy. He'll have his hallucinations describe every little thing he wants to do to you, taking your clothes off slowly, one piece at the time, spread your legs out on his bed and tease you until you're breathless. He'll make you hallucinate his clone fucking you right in the middle of a public space.
ᝰ.ᐟ His clones will grope you without a shame in the world, right in front of everyone, messing with you and promising endless pleasure, only to disappear right as you tethered the edge. You'll just have to find your god yourself and beg him :)
ᝰ.ᐟ After all his blessings (or torment, depends on how you see it), he'll have his devotees bring you food and water, drawing a bath. This is the closest thing to aftercare that you'll get from him, sorry. He is too self-absorbed to truly consider your emotional well being.
ᝰ.ᐟ Despite that, you are still his, and he will take care of you to the best of his abilities, even if it's not always what you need. A well-taken care of pet is a happy pet :)
can u feed me . . skateboard phighting headcanons . . 🥹🥹🥹 if not thats okay!
Skateboard SFW&NSFW headcanons
Cw&Tw: Nsfw content under a second cut under the cut | Don't like don't read | Brief mention of sex while high | Canon divergence (because inphernals are like mannequins, they don't have reproductive organs) | Possible ooc | Yeah wtv phighting fandom just hit me with a brick or smt
Dream Note: getting hit by a writer block and it's fuckass Skateboard the one who got me out of it smh </3 I also will substitute the banner when I have motivation and time
ᯓ➤ Skateboard is a romantic at heart, getting reminded of you at any given time.
ᯓ➤ In fact, Skate's room is full of trinkets that reminded him of you, from a rock that vaguely reminds him of you to a plushie that he won on a random Tuesday.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard is a very affectionate inphernal. From small gestures, to gifts, to straight up tackling you to bed, if there is some way to show his affection, he probably already did it.
ᯓ➤ His main way to show you affection, though, is from physical touch. PDA is free game, and Skateboard is one hell of a clingy partner. Holding hands, hugs, kisses... if you reciprocate his affection, he might jump from joy.
ᯓ➤ He LOVES to show u off, letting everyone in the Inpherno knows that you have the best partner in the entire world (Subspace /j).
ᯓ➤ Wear his hoodie, babe. Match outfits with him. He's gonna love you forever. I mean, he still will, but he will love you more.
If he wasn't afraid of heights, he'd climb on the roof of a random building and yell his love for you, only to have a shoe thrown at him by someone trying to sleep.
ᯓ➤ A very spontaneous guy. Skateboard enjoys doing things without plans, go with the flow, ride the wave, bend the wind or whatever you want to call it.
ᯓ➤ One moment you could be getting drinks, the next he'd take you on an adventure through Craterdust.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard is, surprisingly, the one who remembers the important dates in your relationship.
ᯓ➤ He has the dates circled in his calender, reminders on his phone and all. He gets giddy about it and always makes a big deal out of it, even if he's trying to keep it a secret.
Unfortunately, he's as subtle as a brick.
ᯓ➤ Despite all his chillness and relaxed attitude, Skateboard is protective of you. You're his soulmate, his baby, his until dead do you apart. He can't bear the thought of something happening to you, no matter how strong you are.
ᯓ➤ He asked his friends and his gang to keep an eye on you. Even if he didn't ask, they all still would.
ᯓ➤ They all know that he would be devastated if anything happend to you.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard is a passionate partner. He's needy, clingy and very vocal about it.
Ps. Hey. Nsfw going forward. Just letting u know :)
and quite pathetic too.
ᯓ➤ He has a high sex drive, around twice a week, if not more.
ᯓ➤ More of a goofy, casual sex enjoyer rather than the more serious, romantic kind. Sex isn't a big deal, and he wants both you and him to enjoy it without overthinking it. It should be fun, spontaneous, something you both want and look forward to rather than something strictly planned.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard has some experience, both from porn, casual hook-ups and past relationships. He's alright in bed, and what he lacks in experience he makes up with sheer enthusiasm.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard is versatile switch. He doesn't care if you're top or bottom, dominant or submissive. As long as you are having fun, he doesn't really care.
ᯓ➤ Though, he can get a bit whiny when being submissive. Have some mercy on him, will you? Or don't.
ᯓ➤ Skate is quite average, not too big and not too small. He doesn't have much girth, but he makes up in length.
ᯓ➤ He doesn't cum much, and it's usually thin and watery, with a predominantly bitter taste, a slight hint of sour.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard enjoys coming outside rather than inside, more specifically on your face and your stomach. Something about seeing you covered in his cum gets him going like crazy.
ᯓ➤ Oral? This guys LOVES it, especially if he's the one giving.
ᯓ➤ Doesn't mind receiving, of course. Seeing you between his legs while he's just chilling, maybe even playing some video games? Baby, you're spoiling him rotten.
ᯓ➤ On the other hand, sit on his face. Sit on it with your full weight, not hovering, smother him with your thighs and crush his head. Literally break his neck, please. He will wear that cast like a badge of pride.
ᯓ➤ Outside oral, Skateboard also enjoy having sex while under the influence, semi-public sex and edging.
ᯓ➤ The first one is a bit of a no brainer. He loves getting high with you, and he enjoys it endlessly to see you so needy and out of it. The sensation and pleasure of sex gets intensified from the high.
ᯓ➤ Skateboard is also quite needy and restless, so why don't you be a darling and help him out? Don't mind that you two are in an alleyway that is just barely out public view.
ᯓ➤ On another note, PLEASE edge this man. Push him down on the bed and tease him, ride him until he's close and stop. Make him cry and beg for it, breathless and babbling nonsense. He's exactly where he wants.
ᯓ➤ His aftercare is... alright. Sorry, I just don't think he has the best aftercare out of all the cast.
ᯓ➤He will have snacks and water prepared, but he's just so tired. Just let him cling to you and cuddle, ok? He'll get the rest done after a nap.
Stepbro! 007n7 (Forsaken) x Reader x Stoner! Lance (Forsaken)
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, Pseudo-Cest, Younger Sister Reader, Orphan Reader, Brat Reader, Lingerie, Anal Toy, Mention of Drugs / Weed, Prostitution, Blindfolds, Penetration, Spitroasting, Threesome, Shotgunning, Might Be OOC, 4k Words
What was that saying again? Trash attracts trash? Filth breeds flith?
Even if you couldn’t remember it, you couldn’t help but think of those words as you laid upside down, hair pressed against the dirty floor, feet kicked up the air leaning on the sofa, and dizzy enough to puke. Again.
“Sis!” 007n7 called, echoing through the empty house, “Did you take the last of the weed!?”
You sucked your teeth in annoyance. Seriously, couldn’t your parents find a more useful person to leave you with before fucking off and abandoning the two of you?
“No,” you said, lying through your teeth. “You probably smoked it all last night.”
If the hinges still worked, you’re sure the door would’ve burst open as he came storming in. “Don’t fucking lie to me, I know you’re high right now.”
You let your legs fall to the ground, twisting your torso until you were facing him — or well, his feet. “So what?” You snarked, “You do it all the time.”
007n7 ran his hands through his hair, the greasy strands falling back in place as he sighed. “Yeah, but it’s different because that was all we had left and we don’t get paid until next week.”
Rolling your eyes, you got to your knees, crossing your legs as you leaned back on your arms, the buzz making you shifty. “What happened to that job you had? Did ya’ get fired or somethin’?”
Your stepbrother kicked at you, not hard, but not gentle either. “No dipshit, they pay biweekly. You’d know that if you got off your ass and got a job for yourself!”
Despite the frustration in his tone, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Ehhh? Isn’t that the older brother’s job?” You looked up at him, head tilted in false innocence, “to spoil his beloved little sister,” even you cringed at your voice, and judging by the grimace on his face, he thought the same.
Even if he was all you had left, you hated talking to him. He always knew how to get on your nerves, and he acted like you were some unpaid servant more than a sister.
Seriously, would it kill him to treat you with a little more respect? Or better yet, get someone else to do his chore? You were tired of washing his dirty laundry and doing his dishes. Not to mention cleaning that pigsty of a room.
So what if he worked all day? Clearly, it wasn’t enough. You’d do anything to get out of this house — or get high enough to pretend you were out of it.
“So what are you gonna do about the weed?” You asked, nails anxiously pinching at the carpet beneath you.
He bared his teeth, “Seriously? That’s what you’re worried about?” He crossed his arms, tail whipping behind him in concentration.
Suddenly, he jumped up as if he had an idea, rushing to his room to grab his phone.
“What? What’s up?” You trailed after him, crawling on your hands and knees, too lazy to stand up.
“I’ve got a friend who grows his own kush,” 007n7 scrolled through his contacts furiously, eyes lighting up as he landed on the contact he was looking for.
Even you got excited, tugging at his arms to get him to join you on the floor. “Really? But what about the money?”
The mention of payment brought a sour look on his face. With your needy yanking, he couldn’t help but look down at you on your knees, a sinister thought crossing his mind.
“Well since you’re the one who took the last of it,” he drawled, the wide, unnerving smile on his face sending shivers down your spine, “You’re gonna help me pay for it, got that?”
As much as you hated the sound of that, the feeling of the last grams of cannabis fading made you desperate enough to do anything. “Yeah sure whatever just call them already!”
Looking back on it, you should’ve thought a little harder before agreeing. But by the time you started to doubt yourself, your stepbrother’s phone was already ringing — the name ‘Lance’ printed in bright white font, picking up to a deep and confused tone.
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If you weren’t doubting your judgement before, you definitely were now.
You looked down at your body in disgust, skimpy lingerie and pretty silks decorated your figure. Your skin crawled when you thought about why 007n7 even had them, and you were sure if you dug any deeper you’d get sick.
The clothing wasn’t the worst part — it was the cold, glass anal tail plug that you forced inside of you with nothing but copious amounts of lube and sheer willpower.
You didn’t even like anal! But 007n7 had been sooo adamant on you wearing them that you had no choice. Hell, he even went out of his way to get you a matching headband, animal ears and all.
Gods, you wanted to puke. ‘Lance’, you scoffed. Seriously, whoever this friend of his was must’ve been some sick, perverted bastard. He was lucky you were desperate enough to do just about anything.
Of course, you had one request — and that was to keep what little dignity you had.
007n7’s compromise came in the form of a blindfold, enough to cover the upper half of your face.
You heard talking at the front door, just a few feet away from where you were situated from the couch. Your stepbrother had the audacity to make you pose too, humiliation burning low in your gut as you settled on your knees in front of the entrance, feeling awkward and exposed.
You could feel the way stale air clung to your slick sex, 007n7 insisting on you going full commando.
Even worse, you hated how your pussy was still wet from fingering yourself earlier, needing the extra pleasure to get through the pain of using the backdoor.
An unfamiliar voice sounded from beyond the thin wall, “Are you sure she’s clean?”
The door creaked as it was pushed open, “Of course she is, I’ve known her all my life. Trust me, if she had a boyfriend, I’d know.”
Cold air hit your face and you were immediately greeted by the smell of weed, strong enough to make you dizzy. Shit, your stepbrother really wasn’t lying about this guy.
Your eyes started at his feet, taking in his outfit, then his tall stature, his muscular arms, his broad shoulders, all before landing on his face.
His terribly handsome face.
You straightened your spine as fast as you could, cursing your stepbrother for putting you in such an embarrassing position.
He couldn’t have warned you that his friend was such a hottie?! You were expecting some ugly rando, not . . him.
Suddenly, you remembered the fabric wrapped around your head, eyes widening before you pulled the cloth down, obscuring your face and vision.
“H-hello,” you stumbled out, your stutter making you want to choke yourself out.
A beat of awkwardness passed as the man took you in. You could feel his eyes, although blocked by his visor, ran over you, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Thankfully, 007n7 was quick to speak up, using the moment to step across the short distance to the sofa, the plan scripted and practiced.
The cushion let out a blow of air as he sat down, legs spread just enough to make space for you. His hand patted at his thigh, expression smug.
“Come on darling,” he called, the nickname made you cringe. Maybe it was payback for earlier, “Why don’t you crawl over here?”
You had half the mind to kick him and ask the guy in front of you for his number. But the longer you spent inhaling his scent, the more you realized you needed to do this.
You were thankful you couldn’t see him, the blindfold doing its job perfectly. Unfortunately, that meant you were left to follow the sound of your stepbrother’s voice.
Swallowing your embarrassment, you lifted off your slightly numb legs, wincing as blood rushed to them. It was humiliating, crawling on all fours like some sort of animal. Your stepbrother’s words repeated themselves in your head, ‘Make sure to put on a show,’ he said.
You bit your bottom lip hard, closing your eyes as if that would make the forced sway of your hips less shameful. You felt like some cheap whore.
007n7’s smug grin did nothing to help, eyes glinted at you devilishly as he looked down at you, waiting for you to set your hands on his thighs.
“Go on,” he whispered, eyes flickering to the man standing behind you, “Present yourself to our guest.”
Your breath hitched and caught at the back of your through as you turned around hands trailing down your body in an almost practiced motion. Fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as you spread your legs just enough to expose your pussy.
“Lance was it?” Your voice wobbled as you tried to sound as seductive as you could, though it fell flat with your nervousness. “Don’t just stand there,” you cooed, shaking your hips slightly.
The man let out a low whistle, gaze locked on the tail that stuck out between your cheeks, “Damn Sevs’, you really weren’t lying.” His clothes rustled as he walked towards you, his large hands replacing yours.
He rubbed your ass tentatively, laughing lowly in amusement at the way you trembled under his touch, “Can’t believe you were hiding this from me.”
Your stepbrother scoffed, eyes catching yours. “Hiding? Nah. You just never asked. You’re lucky we’re tight on cash, otherwise I doubt she would’ve accepted this.”
Lance chuckled, “And you’re lucky I’m even willing to do this.” He gave your cheeks a firm squeeze before slapping at the skin slightly, a sting forming at the impact, “Plus weren’t you the one complaining to me how much of a slut your little sister is?”
007n7 let out an indignified scoff, “It sounds weird when you put it like that.” He jerked his thigh upward slightly, bringing your attention back to him, “We’re more like roommates at the point. Isn’t that right?”
You let out a hum. Not like he was lying, the two of you weren’t even related. If it wasn’t for your absent parents, you probably wouldn’t have met him.
“Guess you’re right,” he replied, albeit distracted by the way your puckered hole wrapped around the semi-transparent glass. It was just barely visible, but it was enough to drive him crazy.
He tugged at the fluffy tail attached to it, watching as you jolted and moaned softly into 007n7’s lap, heading falling a little too close to his crotch for comfort.
Warmth blossomed in your stomach, arousal spreading deep and heavy. You pressed your hips into his touch, trying to get him to ignore the tail and focus on your sex instead.
“Needy, aren’t we?” The man muttered, voice breathy. “Don’t worry, I won’t keep ya’ waiting.”
The sound of buckles clanking and fabric rustling behind you only intensified your excitement. Your hands wrapped around your stepbrother’s waist for balance, barely even noticing the way heat radiated from his half-hard cock.
A calloused hand circled your hips, rubbing tenderly at the soft skin before giving a small smack to your behind, the power pushing you forward slightly.
His other hand pumped the base of his cock, guiding the length to your sex.
Your mouth fell open in a gasp as something hard pressed against your pussy, sliding along the slit and settling into your folds.
Lance’s cock pulsed against your clit and you couldn’t help but grind onto it, moving your hips and coaxing him into you.
He seemed content with just watching you, a deep chuckle rumbling from his chest as you practically sank down on his cock yourself, too needy to wait for him to make his move.
The head of his cock dragged along your pussy, catching on your hole before you leaned back slightly, just enough to pop it inside the entrance.
You were lucky you stretched yourself out earlier, as even with the extra prep your walls burned from his size. You hissed from the sting, turning behind you to watch the way the man’s face twisted in pleasure.
Although you couldn’t see much, barely able to make out the silhouette of his frame before he pushed himself forward, pushing inside of you inch-by-inch.
You moaned softly into your stepbrother’s lap, not looking up to notice the way his hand covered the lower half of his face, trying to hide his barely constrained desire.
It was almost as if you were trying to seduce him instead. With the way you cluelessly nuzzled your face against the fabric of his crotch, it sure would’ve fooled him.
“F-ffuck-,” you cursed, your warm breath brushing against 007n7’s length. You gripped onto him even tighter, bracing yourself as Lance pushed in deeper, curses slipping from your lips as he bottomed out with a groan.
Your walls burned as they tried to adjust to his size, the girth of his cock stretching you out more than your fingers ever could.
He waited for you to get used to it, his hands rubbing tenderly at your ass, trailing upwards to rest on the dip of your waist.
Just when you thought you were ready, he leaned downward, pressing against your back and mapping out your body with his hands, moving from your waist to your chest.
The movement pushed him deeper inside of you, just enough to graze against your g-spot, the moan you let out almost pornographic.
His fingers massaged the muscle around your breasts, pushing them together before letting one of his thumbs flick at the nub of your nipples. Your eyes widened as you moaned, not expecting the sudden pleasure.
He took the moment to pull his cock out slightly just to slam it back in. The force made you fall forward, most of your weight either settling on 007n7’s lap or being held up by the grip Lance had on you.
Each thrust was shallow but powerful, enough to make your knees buck and your balance give out. Lightning shot up your spine, the hold you had on your stepbrother’s lap faltering.
“S-seven-,” you moaned out, more out of reflex than anything. With how often you called his name, you hardly even noticed you said it.
But he did. His tail wrapped around your arm, the thin red digging into your skin and making you look up at him.
Only then did you notice the way his flushed face, pupils dilated and shaking as they raked over your body. “Shit,” he cursed as he met your eyes, “When did you become such a slut?”
You looked up at him dazed before his hand slipped under his pants, just enough to pull his cock out of its confines, the weight landing and slapping on top of your face.
You groaned as his hand jerked the base, his other catching the back of your head and pulling it upward, allowing him to bring the head of his cock to your lips, tapping against the bitten skin.
His eyes met yours, slitted and practically swimming in arousal, “Suck,” he commanded.
Maybe it was the heat of the moment - or the perfectly timed thrust that just so happened to push you forward and take his cock into your mouth, either way, you wrapped your lips around it and your tongue dragged across his length, the bitter taste almost making you gag.
You hacked and coughed, trying to pull off to catch your breath but a firm hand at the back of your head stopped you — and surprisingly, it wasn’t 007n7’s.
Rather, it was Lance holding you down, pushing you to take in your stepbrother’s cock even as you gagged, black spots quickly filling your vision.
Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as your throat fought against the intrusion, wicked away by the blindfold.
Just when your eyes started to roll back and thought you were going to pass out, the pressure lifted and you were dragged off of his cock, this time easily slipping out of your lax throat.
Thin familiar fingers tangled themselves in your hair, “You good sis?” Even if he tried to seem nonchalant, you could just barely discern the hint of concern in his voice.
“She’ll be fine,” Lance’s chest rumbled against your back as he spoke, “Just gotta help break her in is all.”
It took a while for your eyes to roll back into focus, not that Lance cared, too busy thrusting into your now tighter cunt.
007n7’s cock slid against the side of your cheek, dragging spit along your makeup stained face. It glistened in the dim light of the room, and the owner took a sharp inhale each time the other thrust forward, pushing you against the length and making it rub against your skin.
He gulped hard, temptation pooling in his gut as he looked down at your fucked-out expression.
“Hey, sis,” he trailed, fingers on your forehead to push your head back, “Open up for me won’tcha?”
Not like you could’ve closed your mouth, breaths heavy and rushed as you tried to regain your composure, only for it to be fucked out by Lance’s cock bullying your pussy.
007n7 led his dick back to your lips, watching as you took it in and started to swirl your tongue around it like a natural, the vibrations of your moans making his hips jerk up in pleasure.
Fuck, it had been so long since he felt something other than his hand wrapped around his cock, let alone his own sister’s mouth.
He couldn’t deny that the taboo nature of it turned him on, the disgust rolling through his stomach felt so similar to arousal it was almost as if they were related — almost as much as you two were.
You choked a few times when he bucked his hips upward, but your throat had adjusted to the feeling of being violated, enough to where you didn’t feel like you were going to puke.
Lance’s cock punched into you, hips slamming against your ass hard enough to sting. His rough hands still circled the skin of your breasts, occasionally pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
The lack of oxygen made you clench around him, the feeling only amplifying the pleasure of him pounding your pussy.
With the lack od vision, you world seemed so small, confined to the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls and the bitter taste of your stepbrother on your tongue.
It was . . mortifyingly addicting.
Everything seemed louder, as if to make up for the loss of senses. Through the sound of your own moans you could hear the guttural grunts of the man behind you and 007n7’s breathy groans, just barely louder than the sound of the couch creaking from use.
Your walls fluttered around the cock thrusting into you, fingers grasping blindly for purchase, tapping the side of your stepbrother’s thighs to ask for air.
But he wasn’t listening, if anything, he strengthened his grip in your hair, holding you in place as he fucked into your face.
You could feel your orgasm coming on, the pressure in your gut building and building, limbs tingling from the pleasure.
“Mmnnfffg-,” you tried to warn them, but neither of them seemed all too concerned about you, simply continuing on even as your legs shook and your climax washed over you, balance lost as you slumped forward.
The only reason you hadn’t fallen down was the grip 007n7 had on your hair and Lance’s arms wrapped around you, keeping your body still as they used you like a toy.
Your only warning of the man’s orgasm was the slower pace and a particularly loud groan before he pulled out, grunting at the effort as your walls clenched around him, not wanting to part from his cock.
Unfortunately you had little say in the situation, the length dragging against your clinging walls and pulling out with a slick ‘pop’.
His cum was warm and heavy as it landed on your slightly numb back, coating your skin and ass.
You moaned around 007n7’s cock, the vibrations making his hips stutter and buck into your face.
Though he had no intention of pulling out, instead pressing you further down until your nose grazed against his public hair, burying his cock deep inside your throat.
He held you there as his seed shot directly into your stomach in spurts, not even giving you the chance to swallow.
You struggled to breathe, but with no way to convey it you just sucked it up and waited for him to finish, parting from his cock and heaving for air.
Your lower body slumped down, head resting against the couch right next to your stepbrother’s lap.
Drool spilled from your open lips and onto the dirty fabric of the sofa, not that you could bring yourself to care.
Your limbs were numb, completely useless and begging for rest.
The feeling of lightning shooting up your spine made you jolt up. Someone was pulling at your tail, tugging until the puckered hole gave way, the feeling making you whine and whimper, clenching around nothing.
“Just a lil’ souvenir,” Lance spoke, smug expression audible in his tone.
007n7 responded with an uncommitted, out of breath hum. “Fine by me. Just don’t forget to pay up.”
You could hear plastic wrapping crinkle, being tossed next to your face and into his arms. Fabric rustled before more plastic was heard, this time landing into sweat-slick lap.
“Just a lil’ extra,” he said before picking up his clothes. “Who knows, maybe I’ll come here again.”
There was a pause before 007n7 snatched the bag from you. “Yeah, yeah whatever. Just make sure you close the door on the way out.”
A distant scoff was heard, “Geez, so quick to kick me out once you get what ya’ want, huh?”
Though he didn’t seem to mind all that much, only a few minutes passing before his footsteps faded, sounding through the house before disappearing at the door.
You were half out by the time 007n7 pried the blindfold off your face, the cloth damp with tears and sweat. The light blinded you, making you groan and toss in annoyance.
“Sure did a number on ya, huh?” He joked, poking fun at your dazed expression.
You weren’t having it though, mustering up all of your energy to turn around, facing your curled body away from him.
“Shut up,” you quipped, “Just give me my share and leave me alone.”
007n7 chuckled at your attempt at being bratty. The couch creaked as he rummaged behind the cushions, searching for his hidden lighter.
The sound of paper tearing drew your attention, too enticing to stay mad.
You lazily turned your head to him, limbs sprawled out and lingerie-clad front exposed to the empty room.
“Knew you’d come around,” he laughed as he flicked open the light, setting off the poorly rolled blunt.
He took the first hit, eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled all he could, flame cracking.
You instinctively opened your lips, waiting as he leaned down, mouth hovering just above yours as he blew the smoke into your mouth, letting you suck it all in.
It burned your raw throat, but the way it settled in your lungs before you breathed it out was enough to make up for it.
“Good girl,” he praised, and for the first time in a while your skin didn’t crawl with disgust.
Even as cum dried on your lower back and your body shivered with chilled sweat, you couldn’t bring yourself to care, too absorbed in the moment with 007n7.
You know, you thought as he took another hit, passing the falling apart blunt to you, maybe you didn’t hate him that much.
He was still a lousy excuse of a brother though, you thought as smoke filtered through your lips into the cloudy air.
Lousy, but at the end of the day, he’s all the world left you with, and part of you didn’t mind the shitpile your life fell apart to — as long as you could share it with him.
A/N : hey dont cancel me okay . . sorry lance fans nationwide im scum . . anyways happy bday @ff-killjam i love u mwah :3 song is delicate weapon from grimes !
Content Warning(s) : AFAB Reader, Non-Con, Drugging, Mentions of Manipulation, Somnophila, Shock Collars, Electrocution, Pussy Spanking, Overstimulation, Clit Torture (?), Knee Grinding, Penetration, Babytrapping, Slight Yandere Elements, iTrapped is a Sadist, 5k Words
As much as you wanted to believe it, you knew that the love iTrapped showed you was far from unconditional. You weren’t oblivious to the rumors, nor were you so easily fooled by his smooth words.
Yet for all your pride in how hard you were to fool, it didn’t stop you or the delusion that there was kindness behind his cruelty and that maybe you weren’t so wrong for thinking the look in his eyes was more than just a means to an end.
It was a mix of loneliness and desperation from having been ignored all your life. You were quick to latch onto the first ounce of affection once you knew it wouldn’t leave — and iTrapped was more than willing to hand-feed you that affection, at a certain price, of course.
But that was the thing. He never once demanded something of you. So really, who could blame you for accepting when he asked you to come over? Was it such a crime to believe in the good of someone for once?
You tried to look nice, making up for your rather plain face with makeup and dresses. It had been so long since someone bothered to ask you out, much less someone like iTrapped.
You ignored the itchiness on your skin and the uncomfortable way the fabric clung to your figure. Not even the cold nipping at your exposed skin could dampen your mood.
The wait at his door didn’t even seem that long, not when you were too busy fretting over what to say to care. If anything, you were thankful for the extra time to prepare.
The door cracked open and you were met with iTrapped’s unamused face. “You’re late,” he snipped. You were quick to apologize, the fact that you actually arrived early clinging to the back of your throat.
“S-sorry,” you stuttered, fidgeting with your fingers.
The man looked you up and down before scoffing, “Whatever, it’s not like you have anywhere else to be.”
He stepped aside and your arm crossed your body to rub at the other, goosebumps pricking at your skin. Somehow it felt colder in the house, the air sterile and stinging your lungs.
“Did you . . need to talk to me?” You asked tentatively. While you didn’t want to question his intentions, he usually insisted on meeting you at restaurants or bars.
iTrapped was silent, back turned to you as he paced around the expanse of his living room.
You stood at the door, not sure if you were supposed to follow him.
“I do,” he seemed to be in a good mood, or at least, you assumed so from the tilt of his voice, “but first, come here for a second.”
You were used to him ordering you around, feet moving as if on command. He watched you as you approached, head turned towards you as his hands flew across his cupboards, swinging it open and pulling out a bottle, too opaque for you to tell what it was.
“There’s no need to be so tense,” he assured, almost as if commanding you to relax. “Sit down at the table, I’ll get you something to drink.”
The chair screeched against the floor when you pulled it out, the wood hard against your ass.
Footsteps approached you and glass slid against the counter, a click, thick liquid sloshing in the cup.
You eyed it warily, eyes narrowed as you tried to guess what it was. As much as you wanted to ask what it was, you knew better than to question his kindness. “Thanks,” you said as you reached for it, the condensation on the sides not helping with your chill.
Originally, you planned on not drinking it. But the longer iTrapped stared at you, you felt pressured into taking a sip, barely letting it touch your lips before cringing.
It was astringent and bitter, not something you’d reach for. Still, you had choked down worse than alcohol before, gulping it down and telling yourself it was justified since he had gone through the trouble of pouring it for you.
Only then did he respond, “Of course.” He took his seat across the table and you shivered as cold settled in your stomach, seeping into your already tense muscles.
Your body curled into itself, trying to preserve what little heat you had left. You couldn’t tell if it was the cold or the drink, but you felt . . off.
iTrapped, whose eyes were still trained on you, laughing subtly at your squirming. “Apologizes for the temperature,” his tone was amused, “It’ll warm up soon enough.”
You had no choice but to swallow your trembles, straightening your back to turn to him. “So, uhm . .” You trailed off, sitting on your hands, waiting for him to speak.
Compared to your rigid posture, he looked almost lax, still refined, but missing that usual dangerous edge that he had when he was outside.
He tilted his head at you, voice soft, “Do you remember when we first met?”
Immediately, you flushed, mind flashing back to the fateful encounter.
iTrapped was akin to a prince, someone far above your paygrade. Yet despite that, he still bothered to call for you, saving you from what would’ve been a bad end. To you, he was more like a knight, someone who you owed your life to.
He was the first to make you feel like more than a background character - the first one to make you feel seen.
“I do,” you answered wistfully, a small smile spreading on your face. He was right, it was starting to warm up. Your stomach fluttered and heat rushed to your head.
He chuckled, your expression far too readable. “Not that time, before that.”
You snapped out of it, shaking your head in confusion. “What do you mean?”
The fabric of his clothes rustled as he leaned forward, “You ran into me. Though, you seemed in a bit of a rush, so it makes sense if you forgot.”
You racked your brain, yet no matter how hard you dug, you couldn’t remember what he was talking about.
“I asked about you, y’know?” You couldn’t tell if he was moving or if it was you, your vision swirling. “I wanted to know more about the girl who was so busy, she couldn’t even bother to say ‘sorry’.”
Chills ran down your spine, his tone suddenly much colder than before, heavy enough to make you panic. Before you could even apologize, he interrupted you.
“You know what I found?” His voice returned to before, though it did nothing to ease your nerves, limbs so cold they had gone numb. “I found a nobody. A friendless, kinless nobody.”
Despite hearing those words all your life, coming from him, they cut deep enough to sting. You tried to speak, but your throat had gotten so dry that the syllables got stuck on your throat, the drink from earlier doing nothing.
“I had half a mind to ruin you right then and there.” He said coldly, “But you were lucky. It just so happened that I needed someone like you — someone untraceable, someone submissive, someone who I knew wouldn't be missed by society.”
You could only stare blankly at him, a mix of shock, confusion, and betrayal running through you. Yet rather than rage, you felt . . strangely calm. Your head pulsed, and while it was loud enough to be your heart, you could tell it wasn’t.
Cold creeped into your bones, pulse slowing down almost concerningly low. Your hands gripped the table, eyes wide in shock as your vision started to fade. Still you couldn’t speak, arms reaching out weakly to beg the other for help.
“Really, I should be thanking the heavens for meeting you, it saved me a lot of time, y’know.” He leaned back, amused by your pitiful call for help. “You were so easy too — it’s almost as if you were asking to be taken advantage of.”
You struggled to breathe, lungs burning with exertion. “W-why?” You croaked out, barely audible if not for how silent it was.
He laughed, standing up and letting the chair scrape against the floor. “You’ll find out soon. For now, just be good and fall asleep.”
The last thing you could register was the sound of footsteps as they approached you, graceful yet heavy. Black spots dotted your vision, limbs heavy and head pounding as he hit the table, muscles sensing before you gave out.
You couldn’t tell where you went wrong. You had been kind to him, respectful and patient. Perhaps that was your mistake. Or maybe it was ever believing that he was any different.
Though if you asked him, your first mistake was being so openly vulnerable — so disgustingly pathetic that he couldn’t help but want to break you.
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You woke up with a jolt, hands clutching at your neck as you coughed harshly. The sudden movement was enough to make you dizzy, head pounding as you hacked and choked. Your back felt stiff, limbs heavy as if they were covered in tar. Your clothes were gone, silk sheets smooth against your bare skin.
There was something heavy around your neck, pressing lightly on your throat and irritating the thin skin. You reached up to itch it, only to be blocked by thick fabric.
Your body curled in on itself, back arching off the bed as you tried to get up. But before you could, a cold, firm hand pushed you back down, pressing hard against your abdomen.
“Don’t move,” a familiar voice rumbled against your skin, the vibrations drawing your attention lower. You tried to speak, but your vocal cords refused to listen to you, the sound dying at the back of your throat.
iTrapped laid between your legs, his nails digging slightly into the flesh of your thighs. The lower half of his face was wet, covered in slick and glistening in the dim light. “Finally awake?” He said with an amused hum, “About time.”
Still sluggish from waking up, all you could do was stare at him, taking in features. You hardly even noticed his position, too stunned by the fact you could actually see his face, uncovered by the usual black veil.
Before, you had only seen small glimpses and heard rumors of his beauty. You never asked to see it, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. But the longer you stared at him, you couldn’t help but agree, practically stunned by how handsome he was.
For a second, you had forgotten about the situation you were in.
He barely spared you a glance, laughing lightly at your dazed expression before lowering his face back down, breath grazing against your exposed sex.
Suddenly brought back to reality, you tried to move your hips away from him, eyes widening as you shook the sleep from your body. The slight puffiness of your pussy lips told you that he had been there for a while, just waiting for you to wake up.
Alarmed, your hands scrambled to stop him, fingers gripping at his hair and tugging. You could barely feel your arms, much less generate enough power to actually move him.
iTrapped didn’t pay you any mind, his tongue swiped across your oversensitive clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. Your body squirmed to get away, the lack of sensation in your limbs amplifying the feeling of his mouth on you.
He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, making your knees kick up and your arm jerk on reflex, this time hard enough to pull him off of your sex, albeit slightly. Instinct told you to get him as far away from you as possible, but the glare he sent you was enough to make you freeze.
The grip he had on your thighs turned bruising, fingernails leaving sharp crescents. The pain made you let you, though it didn’t reverse the irritation on his face.
“I go through the trouble of making you feel good and you try to stop me?” His grip didn’t let up even as you yelped and twisted in pain, not letting up until tears brimmed your eyes and rolled down your cheek.
You sobbed out an apology, choking it out through coughs. Only then did he let go, the breath of his sigh warm against your cold body. “After everything I’ve done and you still haven’t learned to be grateful,” he said, more to himself than you.
“You were so much more receptible when you were asleep,” he leaned back on his knees, rising on top of you. You hadn’t noticed it before, but he was fully dressed, the contrast between your naked both making you shudder. “Maybe I should just put you back. . .”
Your eyes widened in shock, head shaking against the mattress. He laughed at your pathetic desperation, positioning his leg between yours and placing his arms on either side of your head.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he moved closer, face mere inches from yours. “I worked too hard to fuck a sleeping body.”
With that he caught your lips in a kiss, grinding his knee downward and against your pussy. He swallowed your shocked gasp and slid his tongue into the depths of your mouth, sweeping across the back of your teeth.
He kissed like he wanted to devour you. You almost choked on the intrusion, barely remembering to breathe through your nose. The taste of yourself was still fresh on his tongue, the slick on his bottom jaw smearing against yours.
Your arms fumbled against his chest, mustering all you could to try and push him off of you. He responded with a sharp bite on your bottom lip, nipping at the flesh hard enough to draw blood.
A metallic taste coated your taste buds, subtle but enough to dominate the kiss, mixing with the taste of your juices and making you wretch.
Your hands fell against his sides, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt for dear life. Even with the barrier you could feel your nails dig into the palm of your hands, the dull pain keeping you from passing out.
He parted with a ‘pop’, a light red string connecting you to him. His breath brushed against your wounded bottom lip, cold air stinging the cut. Your lungs burned with exertion, cheating heaving against his as you fought for your breath.
Your breathing was shallow, still obstructed by whatever was wrapped tightly around your neck.
“Stop trying to fight me,” he snapped, leg kicking up slightly, bumping against your clit.
You hissed, hips bucking up as the contact sent painful pleasure through your hypersensitive nerves.
iTrapped must’ve found your discomfort amusing, the annoyance draining from his face in place of a sly smile. His hand trailed down your body, pressing firmly on your abdomen as he ground his knee against your cunt.
Your eyes widened as you bit back a moan, teeth digging into the already sore flesh of your bottom lip. It wasn’t enough to distract you from the pleasure, not when the fabric of his pants rubbed harshly against your clit.
Your cheeks burned with humiliation. You hated yourself for feeling good. You hated the fact that you were so much more sensitive than normal. You couldn’t help the way your thoughts ran.
Just what did he do to you? Warmth pulsed through your body, sweat beading on your forehead as you tried to think your way out of this situation. You felt like you were going to explode.
Your thoughts were cut short by him jerking his knee up, the action sending a terrible mix of pain and pleasure through your body.
Your mouth fell open in a moan, high pitched and drawn out. Your blood burned like there was something in it, something unidentified and strong enough to fuck up your nervous system.
“What did you-,” you breathed out, “what did you do to me?”
iTrapped paused for a second, though it was barely any relief. His smile sent shivers down your spine, “Oh? So you noticed?”
With another sharp grind against your pussy, you threw your head back in pleasure, a horrifying heat blooming in your stomach.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. He must’ve laced you with something else, whether before or after you passed you you couldn’t tell — you just knew that the heat inside of you was unnatural, as if it forced its way under your skin and refused to get out.
You could feel your stomach clench, walls fluttering around nothing as your orgasm fastly approached. You could feel your heartbeat in your head, loud enough to hear.
“S-stop!” You called out, tugging on the side on his shirt, the threads stretching with your grip. “I’m-!”
Of course, your words only egged him on, leaning almost his entire body weight into grinding against your sensitive sex. The rough fabric caught against the hood of your clit, your eyes clenching shut as your orgasm rushed over you like a wave.
Your body spasmed, wriggling under him and into the touch, overstimulation making you wince. He continued to rub against your pussy, not letting up on the pleasure even as you squirmed away from him.
“F-fuckk,” you cursed through gritted teeth, “Ge-t away.”
You twisted your body upwards, bucking your hips upward and trying to knock him off balance. While it worked, he simply caught himself on his other arm.
Whatever patience he had with you was wiped clean, eyes twitching in frustration. He sucked his teeth as he muttered under his breath, his words carrying a sense of reluctance, “So be it then.”
He leaned back on his legs, his warmth leaving you. For a second, you thought you succeeded in getting him to stop, tense muscles relaxing in a false sense of relief.
With a sigh, you tilted your head against the cushion underneath you, letting your body fall limp and letting your eyes flutter shut. You thought it was over, that he would pack everything up and let you go and you could go back to the way things were before.
Premature, you were already planning on forgiving him, mind set on brushing this under the rug, not accepting that your beloved iTrapped would do something like this.
To you, that was the only answer. There was no way this was real, was it? Maybe an imposter. Maybe a nightmare. Maybe a hallucination caused from far too many nights alone.
Really, you should’ve known better. Or maybe, you should’ve thought harder about the collar wrapped around your neck.
You barely noticed when iTrapped reached over you, grabbing a small black remote. His eyes were trained on your face, watching with rapt attention as a small ‘click’ rang through the room.
Nerves still raw from your orgasm, there was nothing to soften the harsh blow of electricity that ran its way through your system, eyes widening and muscles seizing. The shock was small, but with how sensitive you were, it felt like a train running over you.
You almost bit your tongue off, teeth clenched as your hips jerked up and your back arched off of the bed, static buzzed through you, the pain making you whimper.
It burned even more because you were still sensitive, body shaking from the aftershocks, bucking wildly into the air. The current clung to the sweat coating your skin, spreading from your neck to the tips of your limbs and leaving you convulsing.
Your fingers dug into the sheets, flailing around and grabbing at anything you could.
Tears brimmed your eyes and rolled down your cheek. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, noises dying at the back of your throat.
Minutes passed before the electricity left your body, falling back down to the bed dramatically.
iTrapped took in your reaction with a satisfied smile, the sight of you twitching underneath him too entertaining to look away from.
“There you go,” he cooed, amusement clear in his voice. “Packs a punch, doesn’t it?”
You could barely comprehend him, still reeling from the shock — not that he was looking for an answer anyways.
Vaguely, you could hear the buckle of a belt being undone, the sound of clothes rustling making that pit of despair in your stomach grow.
You turned your body to the side, barely able to control your own limbs. It was the least you could do, your last attempt at defiance.
All it took was his hand wrapped around your ankle to undo your feeble attempt at protection, his fingers digging into your skin and prying your legs apart.
“Don’t try to run,” he said, in a lilting voice, “It’s far too late for that.”
Using the grip he had on you, he spread your legs apart, slotting himself between them pinning them against the bed to the sides of your body. Your joints ached from the stretch, but his hold was too firm to fight against.
Your muscles were still tense, twitching and laced with electricity. Pain shot through your nerves, though it did nothing to stop him. If anything, he liked seeing you grimace in pain as he forced your legs downward, pushing past your body's limits.
“Looks like it was worth spending all that time preparing you,” he drawled as he pressed his cock against your pussy, the puffy labia making way for his length. His tongue darted out to swipe against his lips.
He left out a low groan as they wrapped around his cock, soft and slick from his spit and your leftover cum.
Your face twisted as the tip nudged against your clit, still rubbed raw from the abuse earlier. The head caught against the rim of your hole, pressing in just an inch before slipping back out and sliding against the slit.
You hissed from overstimulation, hips bucking up as you tried to coax him inside of you, if only to get him to leave your clit alone.
“I knew you’d come to accept me.” He chuckled lowly, deep enough to rumble against your sin, “But I want you to beg for me.”
He leaned back, letting go of your leg to bring his hand above your clit, raising it before bringing it down with a loud ‘slap’.
Pain blossomed against your sex, making you twist and jerk, leg clamping against his body. While your muscles thanked you for the change in position, it did nothing to guard your pussy from his slaps, each one leaving a bright red mark on your skin.
His laughing filled your ears, high and much too amused, eyes slitted as he continuously brought his hand down against your sensitive cunt. “You heard me,” he spat as he hit you again, “I said beg.”
You grit your teeth through the pain, “Please! Pleas-,” you choked on your words, interrupted by a yelp as he slapped against your clit again.
Curses spilled from your lips, reopening your wound as you bit down onto it. “You can do it,” he cooed, sickeningly sweet. You glared at him through your tears.
“Please-,” you took a sharp inhale as he brought his hand down again, “-pleasejustfuckmealready!”
He threw his head back in laughter, his smile wider than you’d seen in all the months you knew him. The disgustingly beautiful sight distracting you from his hand grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up against your pussy.
You didn’t get to linger on it — not as his length plunged into you in one go, bottoming out in one swift motion and knocking the air from your lungs.
He didn’t give you anytime to adjust, hips slapping against yours as he thrust in and out of you, letting his cock drag against your walls before slamming back in with enough power to shake the bed.
The sudden penetration caught you off guard, a sharp moan escaping you before you could stop it.
It didn’t go unnoticed by him, nor did the way your hands cupped over your mouth, trying to silence your humiliating noises.
He took his free hand and grabbed your wrists, his long fingers wrapping around both of them and pinning them above you, forcing you to let out your moans into the open air.
Even as you tried to swallow them, it didn’t take long before the pleasure became too much to bear, the feeling of his cock punching at your deepest parts making you squirm and wriggle away from him.
Each thrust felt like it was sending electricity running through your spine, leaving you twitching and crying.
Tears ran down your cheeks, warm and wet and uncontrolled. “Why?” You sobbed out, almost in audible. iTrapped let out a curious hum, slowing his thrusting to give you a chance to speak.
“What was that?” He teased, bottoming out and grinding his hips against yours.
You spoke through sobs, barely composed enough to speak, “Wh-why would you-?” You breathed in short, shallow bursts, “Why would y-ou do th-this?”
He thought about it, pausing so he could take in your expression fully. You were a mess — snot and tears stained your flushed face, drool and spit coating your jaw. In all his time with you, he had never seen you so debauched.
It was . . beautiful.
You weren’t ugly, but you were far from remarkable. Plain, overlooked, boring. But right now? You were the prettiest he had ever seen you, breath caught in his throat as you cracked your eyes open to look at him, utterly ruined.
For a second, a true, genuine smile crossed his face. It was natural, far from the forced polite expression he kept in public. His blood burned with desire, eyes gleaming with a joy he hadn’t felt in years.
He knew he chose right. That pathetic panicked expression you showed him when you first bumped into him wasn’t a lie.
You were exactly what he was looking for — a submissive, compliant woman he could control completely. Docile and pliant, someone who wouldn’t fight back.
Someone who would make the perfect wife, and of course, the bearer of his children.
His hips bucked up into you, grinding almost perfectly into that spongy bundle of nerves inside your walls. The action made you jolt, a high-pitched moan forced from your lips.
“Do you really want to know?” He whispered, his tone fragile as he picked up his thrusts again, but this time it was shallow, barely pulling out an inch before pushing back in.
You didn’t notice, but even then you nodded, desperate for some sort of explanation or justification.
He leaned down, close to your ears, “Because you’re just so pitiful.”
iTrapped watched as the hope drained from your face, breath hitching in a sob as you cried harder, tears flowing like waterfalls now.
You could feel the way his cock twitched in you, throwing his head back in a mix between a moan and a laugh as he thrusted into you.
He was practically using you like a toy, purely focused on his own pleasure as he fucked in and out of you. The feeling of your velvet walls wrapped around him was almost addicting.
His cock bumped against your g-spot every time he bottomed out, overriding your senses with unwarranted pleasure.
The pleasure pooled in your stomach and you coughed from overstimulation, shaking your head and clenching around him as you tried to stop yourself from cumming.
It only made him groan and fuck into you faster, his own orgasm approaching. Curses spilled from him, his cock jerking inside your pussy, the only warning you got before he bent down and bottomed out inside of you, pushing himself as deep as he could, face digging into the junction of your neck.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, the feeling of warm cum filling your stomach made you choke on a whimper, the action sealing your fate.
“Nonononono-,” you sobbed, barely coherent. Even in your fucked-out state of mind, fear still creeped into you as he pumped his cum inside of you, the warmth nausating.
He hushed you, so soft it was disturbing. “It’s okay,” he whispered against your sweaty skin as he left kisses on your chest, “You’re mine now, isn’t that great?”
His hands ran over your body until they landed on your nipples, cold fingers pinching at the sensitive buds and tugging on them, the pain sending you over the edge.
You came with a sob, your walls fluttering around him, involuntarily milking his cock for more.
iTrapped bit down on his bottom lip, reveling in the feeling of you orgasming on his cock, ego through the roof. Even now, you couldn’t deny how good you felt.
As fun as it was to make you cry from pain, he thinks the look of despair on your face as he forces you to cum is just as good — the hopeless realization that he knew your body more than you did.
It was so adorable, he almost felt bad for tricking you. But he spent so long stalking and learning everything he could about you, he felt like you owed him for all the time wasted on you.
At least now, his family would stop bothering about producing a proper heir. Looking down at your wrecked expression, he could help but feel a sense of pride wash through him.
He owned you now, the cum sloshing in your womb enough proof of his possession. Though if he was being honest, you were his way before that.
His hands trailed from your heaving chest to your heat, feeling it heat under his palm. Your life was his now. He slipped lower, dragging his hand over your abdomen and pushing down, groaning as he felt you clench around him.
If he pressed hard enough, he could feel his cock through your skin, just barely, but it was there. A soft, delicate smile broke out on his face as he spread his hand over the skin, imagining your stomach growing with his kid.
iTrapped knew you well, and he knew without any shadow of a doubt that you were worthy of carrying his children — the cruel testing was over, now, you were his.
And he had no plans of letting you run off this time.
A/N : heheeh my first ever commish !! this is for my lovey @wetandhotsilk ~ maybe i should open up comms . . lmk if anyone would be interest in that !! song is spiricle by flower face . .
H-hi it's me again... can you write Builderman smut please and thank you... *I giggle and run away*
Builderman NSFW headcanons
Nsfw content ahead. Minors dni (you will be blocked!)
Dream Note: Hello! I wasn't sure what would you like, so I went with headcanons to cover all the basis. I hope you enjoy it!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This man prefers taking a dominant role in a relationship. He's used to be in control, which also includes in the bedroom
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He's a mix between pleasure dom and service top. Builderman enjoys seeing you melt beneath him
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ This doesn't mean he's going to let you do whatever you want. If you're going to be a brat, he has no problems punishing you and putting you in your place
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Experienced experienced experienced
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He's "one of the first Robloxians", according to his wiki. He had plenty of times to explore what he likes and enjoy
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He doesn't have a high sex drive, tho. He has always been quite busy and he's old lol. Sex was never his highest priority.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I would say around 2-3 times per month, more depending on how stressed he is
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His kinks include overstimulation, usage of toys, honorifics (specifically sir), lingerie and I think he'd enjoy some power imbalance as well
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He's quite the crafty fellow. Builderman has a collection of toys to spice up your bedroom life, all made by him
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ In fact, his pride and joy is a sex machine he built during round intervals
He keeps it well hidden in his cabin because he'd rather die than show it to the others
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His ideal night in is having you in his lap, dressed in some exquisite lingerie that feels almost too sinful to rip apart, legs spread out as his machine fucked stupid, listening to you babble out sweet little moans and "thank you, sir"
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Builderman has quite the nicknames to call you
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sweetie, Hon, Darlin, Sugar. All in that sweet Southern accent
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ And if you get too much on his nerves, he might call you "my sweet little problem"
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Builderman packs a bit more than the average Robloxian
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He has more girth than lenght
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The tip is darker than the base, with a vein running down the entire lenght
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Builderman doesn't shave, and couldn't care less if you did or not, as long as you're comfortable
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ The carpet matches the drapes, and he has a happy trail leading down
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ I like to think that Builderman is someone who has his shit together, which also mean his lifestyle and diet is pretty good
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He cums quite a lot, and it's always quite thick and sticky, no matter how many times he comes
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It has an average, salty taste with a slight bitter aftertaste
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ His aftercare game is toptier. He knows exactly what you need, and will provide it more than happily
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ He'll draw a bath if you still have the energy, cleaning up with a towel if you don't. Snacks and water is always available, and cuddles and sweet words are always on the menu
