keanu‘s golden girl

[sweetlike-blood]

Red dragon - Kevin Lomax

Red dragons take whatever they desire and burn to ash anything that stands in their way. These chromatic dragons endlessly desire more—more magic, territory, treasure, or whatever else inflames their cruel ambitions.

Tysm to @saturnalia2808 and @thatgingernerdgirl for the help on this one 🫶

[ladyrosepetal777]

Zeno

[sweetlike-blood]

Matt x terminally ill!reader

For @saturnalia2808 <3

Time is running out and Matt wishes dearly that he could turn back time and go back to the good old days with you.

[sweetlike-blood]

John Constantine x antichrist!reader

For @saturnalia2808 <3

[saturnalia2808]

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜

martin loader x reader

CW: Implied Age-Gap

Summary: It's the morning of a special event hosted by WXBU and you get a call from a certain somebody.

WC: 880

The smell of coffee breached your nostrils as you waited for the drip to finish, your nerves waiting for their caffeine shock eagerly. As you let your eyes wander to your front yard a memory suddenly struck you. Your body immediately abandoned the thought of coffee as you almost all but ran up the stairs, slightly out of breath as you opened the door to your walk-in closet.

There it hung - a wonderful, emerald green colored dress waiting to be put on. You smiled as you gently trailed your fingertips over the soft velvet fabric. When the sharp whistle of the kettle reached your ears you perked up again and skipped back downstairs to ready that cup of coffee - your brain still needed it after all.

You took your time with the breakfast, slowly sipping away the coffee as you ate the crispy bacon strips and scrambled eggs you had made for yourself. As you ate worry struck your mind, wondering yourself if you were handsome enough for that young man taking you out for the night.

His name was Martin Loader and you knew him as a writer for your local radio station. When you first heard one of his stories on the air you couldn't help yourself but write a short letter appreciating his work - his creative mind was truly fascinating. His dark hair, always gelled back so perfectly paired beautifully with his almond-shaped, big brown and pretty eyes.

You almost couldn't believe how lucky you were, scoring a man like him and that's only because you told him he writes a good comedy. A soft, disbelieving chuckle escaped you, your head shook in amusement as you recalled the way he had asked you out on this social gathering. You couldn't stop thinking about his soft, dark brown eyes, heavy with adoration for you, you couldn't fully grasp the root of. The two of you had met at a event hosted by WXBU, you being one of the new hires for the radio's late night show, playing the role of a young woman deeply in love with the protagonist. You had applied, thinking it would be some old sack writing the show but no- it was that sinfully gorgeous young man, his eyes and lips screaming sin and desire. Suddenly the ring of your landline ripped you out of your memories from that night - hazy from the moment the two of you had first talked. Quickly you got up and accepted the call, wrapping your shrug around you tighter. "Hello?" you softly spoke, slightly biting on your bottom lip. "Hey there darlin'." Martins voice greeted you back, your stomach immediately doing flips.

"Hi Marty." you greeted him back, your voice a soft singsong as it wrapped around his name and you could hear the faintest giggle coming from the young, handsome man.

He audibly smiled when he spoke: "I only wanted to remind you of tonight?" he softly says - you could only hear the soft rustle of his clothes as he probably leaned against the wall at which his landline was placed.

A soft blush rose to your cheeks, your skin felt like it was burning but you quickly managed to calm down again. "Oh yes, the gathering." you muttered softly, chuckling as you twirled a strand of your hair around your finger.

"Pickin' you up at say - 7 PM?" he offered, the smile on his lips audible even to you at the other end of the phone line.

You nodded before chuckling at your own nervosity. "Yes, 7 PM sounds perfect." you replied, earning yourself a soft, low and slightly rough chuckle if your ears didn't betray you. Seems like he just got up as well. "Darlin', your coffee is about to boil over." he softly cooed into the receiver, making you finally realize the loud whistle of your kettle that was meant for your second cup. "Oh- fudge!" you exclaimed and reached over to pull the kettle away from the flame turning it off. "I'm sorry Marty, but I gotta beat some feet if I wanna be ready on time tonight." "For some backseat bingo?" he replied, the smile now a grin on his lips and you couldn't stop your cheeks from turning beet red and betraying you. "Marty!" you scolded him with a nervous chuckle. "Perhaps. Depends on how good you'll behave." Martin chuckled at the other end of the line, biting his lip as he looked at the cord of his landline. "Whatever you want Ma'am." he muttered softly into the speaker, the scratch coming back to his voice. You smirked and leaned against the wall, leaning your head against the cool wall. "You know I don't like you reminding me of our… age gap." you softly reminded him. Martin smiled, tilting his head as he clamped the phone between his shoulder and ear. "Only because it reminds you of how inexperienced I was - I did learn a lot from my lady." he hummed, knowing what those words did to you. "You'll see Martin Loader, I'll win the backseat bingo this time around." you replied with huff and a grin, rolling your eyes in amusement before deciding to hang up on him playfully - since you knew what promises like these did to Martin.

[sweetlike-blood]

Who am I?

For @saturnalia2808 <3

[gifitall]

The Replacements (2000)

[swordguy2001]

The Matrix Revolutions (2003)

[saturnalia2808]

cannibal!dag moodboard

for @royaldeadqueen <3

[sweetlike-blood]

Werewolf!Matt x human!Reader

For @saturnalia2808 <3

[casuallyobssessed]

Daddy's Girl ✞ Chapter 7: 1 Corinthians 5:13

Preacher Donnie Barksdale x Daughter!Reader ✞ 4k Words

A/N: This final chapter will be posted in a few days. Based on @arch-b1sh0p's incredible art and mood board. Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | My Matching Mood Board Warnings: Dead dove content, CSA, Non-con, Unspecified Age, Grooming, Domestic Violence/Abuse, Religious & Childhood Trauma, Parent/Child lncest, No use of Y/N, Donnie is referred to as 'Daddy' from Reader's POV throughout

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Your entire world revolved around your Daddy. If you didn't know any better, you could've been convinced that he hung the moon and all the stars just for you.

You woke up alone in Daddy's bed. He never did come back.

The house was so quiet that it felt loud. You rubbed your eyes and squinted at the red numbers on the clock. 3:37 AM. Something wasn't right. You shifted, and your hand slipped under the blanket, directly into a cold, damp spot on the sheet. Your nightgown was wet, too. The bed was soaked.

Your heart started beating so fast, you could hear it in your ears. Daddy was going to be so angry at you.

Scrambling out of bed, you shivered as the cool, wet fabric of your nightgown stuck to your thighs. The living room lights were still on, casting long shadows down the hallway. You could see Daddy's boots on the floor, the toes pointing toward the couch.

As you got closer, you could see his feet, but then you saw Jessica's legs, tangled with his. She was naked, draped over his body and fast asleep with her head on his chest.

Bravely, you held back the tears that were forming in your eyes. You took a slow step, then another, padding closer to the couch. One of Daddy's arms was hanging limply over the edge of the cushion. The other was above his head on the armrest.

You stepped carefully over the pile of Jessica's discarded clothes on the floor, past Daddy's boots and a couple of his crushed drink cans. Even though you were shaking, you reached out and grabbed his hand, tugging on it.

"Daddy… Daddy…" you whispered, trying not to wake Jessica.

He was sleeping hard, just grunting at you in response. Jessica mumbled something in her sleep and turned her head away from you, wedging herself more tightly between your Daddy and the back of the couch.

You shook his shoulder.

"Daddy," you said, a little louder this time.

Finally, he stirred, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked confused for a second, then focused on you. His hand rose, lifting to cup your cheek.

"You good, Darlin'?" his breath smelled sour, like his drinks.

You shook your head while tears welled up again. You whispered to him that you had an accident in his bed, trying to be quiet enough that Jessica wouldn't hear.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Daddy," you apologized until you were crying again.

Crying in front of him like this made you feel so silly. You winced when he stroked your cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the slap.

"Sweetheart, I ain't mad at you," he rasped, voice thick with sleep.

He shook Jessica awake, pushing against her.

"C'mon, get your ass off me," he grumbled.

She sat up with a start, blinking and barely conscious enough to cover her breasts with her arms when she realized you were standing there.

Daddy stood up, taking you by the hand and leading you to the bathroom. It was a repeat of last night, but he didn't wait for the water to warm up. When you stepped in, the shock was ice cold. You shook uncontrollably as he quickly cleaned you up with a washcloth.

"Jess!" he called out, "Come in here and sit with her while I change the sheets."

She appeared in the doorway, dressed only in her underwear and her shirt, which was still open and barely covering her torso. With a sigh, she sat down on the toilet lid and crossed her legs, looking exhausted. Every time you glanced up at her, her eyes were closed.

You were tempted to ask her why she was still here, but you didn't know if you'd like the answer.

In an attempt to entertain yourself, you knocked your rubber ducky into the water, holding it under and letting it pop back up to the surface.

Jessica opened her eyes and watched you knock the duck under the water with a glazed-over look.

"I'm gonna tell you a secret," she said, finally looking at you. Her eyes were empty, "Men like your daddy... they'll chew you up and spit you out. And you'll let 'em, 'cause they make it feel so good while they're doin' it."

You didn't understand what she meant by that.

"What?"

When you looked confused, she just sighed, "Never mind."

You shrunk down, feeling small and childish.

Feeling clean enough, you pulled the stopper on the drain and got yourself out of the tub. You found your own towel and dried yourself off as best you could. Jessica just watched you with a bored expression on her face. She trailed behind you as you shuffled back into your room.

You pulled a pair of panties out of your drawer and stepped into them. You opened your closet to get a new nightgown, but they were hanging on a rod that was too high for you. You pulled on the hem of a blue one, but it got stuck on the hanger.

When you turned to ask Jessica for help, she wasn't there anymore. You went looking for your Daddy. You ended up finding him in the little laundry room connected to the kitchen, shoving the soiled sheets and your wet nightgown into the washing machine. He swayed slightly where he stood, at one point you thought he was going to tip over.

You went up and grabbed his hand when he was done, surprising him.

Daddy looked down at you and his eyebrows furrowed, "Why ain't you dressed, Darlin'?"

"I couldn't reach my nightgown," you mumbled.

He sighed and lead you back to the living room where Jessica was lounging back on the couch, still not fully dressed.

"I thought I asked you to stay with her, Jess."

She just shrugged, "I did."

"Then why the hell is she walkin' around half naked?"

Jessica glared at him and stood up, starting to pull her pants up, "You know what? I need to get home."

"Yeah, get your ass on back to your husband," Daddy sneered, "That's where you need to be instead of sniffin' around my house like a dog in heat."

Jessica stopped halfway through fastening her pants and slapped your Daddy hard across the face.

He grabbed her wrist and held it still, letting go of your hand to grip her throat.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" he growled.

Her eyes got wide, and she started clawing at his arm, panicking, "Let go of me, Donnie!"

Daddy shoved her backward until she was flush with the wall, pinned.

"I'd like to see you try that again. I'll knock your ass into next fuckin' week," he got right in her face, hissing at her.

Her face started to turn red as her nails dug into the skin of his arm. She looked at you, her eyes pleading for help. You tried to get Daddy's attention, pulling on his shirt.

You spoke up, "Daddy?"

He just dropped Jessica's wrist and backhanded you. The force of it sent you stumbling back, and you landed right on your bottom on the floor. Your cheek stung and burned hot, but it was the cold that was worse. A deep cold that spread through your chest. It had been a long time since Daddy had hit you.

Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head and her feet kicked out against Daddy's shins, but he didn't let up. She choked out his name, but it was too difficult for her to talk. Part of you knew this was very wrong. Daddy was hurting her, and you were afraid.

What would Jesus do?

You should do something to stop him… right?

She had been trying to steal your Daddy away from you. Why would you care about helping her?

You blinked and Daddy let her go. She dropped to her knees, gasping for air and coughing. Her hands flew to her throat, feeling for damage.

"Get off the damn floor," he sneered, "Wallowin' around like a fuckin' pig."

Jessica scrambled to her feet, clutching her throat. She grabbed her purse from the floor and shoved her shoes on, her eyes never leaving Daddy's face.

"I'm calling the fuckin' cops on you," she threatened.

Daddy just laughed, "Go ahead. Do it. I ain't scared."

"Go ahead and laugh, you son of a bitch," she choked out, still rubbing her neck, "When I'm done, they won't just be asking about you puttin' your hands on me. They're gonna start asking about her."

She stared at him for another second, then stormed out, leaving the front door wide open. Cool night air rushed in before Daddy could slam it shut, making the whole house shake.

You stayed on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest, your cheek still throbbing. He stomped into the kitchen, digging around in the fridge. You could hear bottles clinking and cans shuffling around.

He came back into the living room and threw himself into his recliner, popping his drink can open and chugging it. He crushed the can in his fist, and tossed it into the growing pile by the couch.

You looked over at him. He was staring at the TV, his jaw set tight.

"Get over here," he commanded without turning your way.

He still sounded mad, so you didn't move.

"Now," he said again, looking at you this time.

His eyes bore into you. He wasn't asking.

You got onto your knees and crawled over to him, sitting on the floor in front of him. He shook his head at you.

"No. Up here."

You stood up, hesitating. You thought about before, how Jessica was sitting on him on the couch. He was happy then. If you did what she did, maybe he would be happy again. You carefully straddled his thighs, sitting on his lap facing him just like she did.

Daddy gave you a curious smile, but he didn't tell you to move. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. All he did was hug you and rub your bare back until you got sleepy again, your head resting heavily on his shoulder.

Without any warning, Daddy slid his hands down to your bottom, slipping his fingers into your panties. He squeezed your bottom, his fingertips brushing against the place between your legs as he gently kneaded your skin. Warmth bloomed in your belly, and you hoped he'd pet you between your legs again. You really liked when he put his thumb inside of you before; you wondered what his finger would feel like.

For the first time ever, you could see Daddy's face while he touched you. And even though his breath still smelled like his drinks, you weren't upset about it. He wasn't making eye contact with you, but his eyes roamed your body: your chest, your tummy, your thighs.

With a pat to your bottom, he removed his hands and told you to take your panties off. You did, taking care to drop them on the floor. Then, you got right back into his lap. He wrapped one hand around your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb. He brought his other hand to your mouth.

"Open," he said, and shoved two fingers in, "Suck on 'em."

You did your best, even though they took up most of the room in your mouth. Once they were coated in your spit, he put his fingers between your legs. He began to rub the spot that always made you feel amazing.

You held on to his shoulder, holding yourself up as he touched you. His finger slid back, and he wasted no time in pushing it inside of you. He did go slow, letting you adjust to the difference.

Daddy watched you intently, gauging your reaction as his finger slipped farther than his thumb had gone. You gasped, not caring how loud you were. It was a new, strange sensation, you thought you were allowed to make some noise.

Shoving his finger in even more, Daddy bit his lip. You rocked your hips back and bounced gently, trying to do the same motion you saw Jessica doing earlier.

"Look at you, Darlin'," he praised you, "You're a natural, ain't ya?"

You blushed and gave him a shy smile.

With his free hand, he unzipped his pants and shoved them open until he could pull his penis out. Daddy didn't even have to ask you to touch it; you automatically reached out for it, holding it like he showed you.

"Proud of you for takin' initiative like this. Didn't even have to ask you, did I?"

He let you play with him while you ground down onto his finger. You were having so much fun, you had almost forgotten about him hitting you.

When Daddy pulled his finger out, you pouted, feeling confused. He brought his hand up to show you. His fingers were covered in something slimy and clear.

"That's your body telling me you're ready," he told you.

"Ready for what?" you asked.

He pulled you forward by your hips, and guided you to hover directly over his penis.

"The Bible says a woman should save herself for her husband," he said seriously, "Women like Jessica, they let anyone in. But you… you've been savin' yourself for your Daddy. For me. It's God's will."

"Okay, Daddy," you nodded, taking a deep breath, "but I don't- I don't think its going to fit."

Your Daddy just shook his head.

"We'll make it fit, don't worry," he soothed.

He slowly pushed your hips down, lowering you until you could feel the tip line up against your hole. Steadily, he pulled you down more. You were being stretched wider than you could handle. You whined, wriggling as he slid in.

Thankfully, Daddy praised you the entire time, coaching you through it.

"That's it baby girl… just a little more… you're doin' so good for Daddy…"

Your insides were being shoved around to make room for Daddy. There was no other way he'd fit. Even through the pain making tears well up in your eyes, you wanted to impress your Daddy. You got about halfway down before you couldn't take anymore.

"Daddy," you cried softly, "There's no more room."

But he insisted it would fit, "Yes, there is. You can do it, Darlin'. I know you can."

You wanted so badly to believe what he was saying. You forced yourself to sit down more, and it burned. It hurt so much more. The tears tipped over, running salty streaks down your cheeks. Daddy used his thumb to brush them away.

"You're being so brave," he whispered to you.

You shook your head again, but you forced your bottom all the way down until Daddy was fully inside of you. He groaned and threw his head back as you squirmed, trying to make peace with the uncomfortable feeling.

Daddy kissed your cheek, his lips rough.

"You ready for me to move?"

You thought he meant he would take it out, so you squeaked out a small "yes." He started lifting your hips up, but then he slammed you back down onto his penis. You cried out, tears falling harder.

"Come on, baby girl," he cooed, "You remember bouncin' on my finger earlier? Do that. It'll make it feel better, I promise."

He took his thumb and put it between your legs again, persistently rubbing against that spot that made you feel good. The stretch became more bearable, and you found it easier to obey. You started to rock your hips, trying to move like Jessica did.

Your Daddy grunted and growled as he picked up the speed, pumping himself in and out of you as he held your hip tightly.

You had stopped crying, and the pain began to dull, blurring into something pleasurable. You looked up at Daddy and he looked right back at you. His eyes burned with a fire you had never seen before. He leaned in and kissed your cheek, slowly kissing towards your mouth. Daddy put his lips over yours and you pulled back. His beard was scratchy and tickled your face.

You giggled, and he smiled at you before letting go of your hip. He relocated it to tangle in your hair, and pulled you in to kiss him on the lips again. His tongue, wet and thick, licked across your mouth, and you tried to pull back again.

He wouldn't let you.

Daddy tasted yucky, like his drink the one time you had sipped it, but he continued to press his lips against yours. When he licked into your mouth, your jaw clenched in surprise, nearly biting his tongue.

Pulling away finally, Daddy licked his lips and stared at you through sleepy looking eyes while you gasped for a deep breath.

Daddy was still petting you down there, making you feel warm and tingly, but in a different way. Each time he jutted into you, that feeling sparked deep inside your tummy.

He started growling again and gripped your hip.

"You close, honey?"

You didn't know what that meant.

"Daddy, my tummy feels tight and warm," you warned him.

He sped up the circles he was making with his thumb until you were grabbing onto his shoulders again. You cried out into his neck as your body spasmed around him. You saw stars behind your eyelids when you squeezed your eyes shut.

"God, you feel so good," Daddy grunted, "So tight for me. I'm gonna cum inside of you, Darlin', I can't help it."

Again, you didn't know what that meant, but you nodded your head to say it was okay, not wanting to disappoint him.

A few more hard thrusts and his hips stuttered.

Inside of you, his penis twitched, and he slowed his pace. Something strange was happening. A warmth was spreading inside you, but it wasn't the good kind from before. It just felt wet.

Daddy held you as he struggled to catch his breath, kissing your shoulder while you stared at the wall. You felt raw, stretched out like putty.

Even though Daddy told you it was okay, you could still picture the devil in your mind, doubled over and laughing. A sticky trail was starting to dry on the inside of your thigh, and you were too tired to even wipe it away.

- Headlights drifted in through the window, swiping across the wall. When the heavy knocking came at the door, Daddy didn't move. He just held you tighter until they knocked again.

Daddy stood up with you in his arms, then dumped you back into the recliner. You curled up and waited for him to come back. He sighed, moving slowly to unlock the door and swing it open.

On the other side of the door stood the same sheriff's deputies who had come before. The lady cop caught your gaze from the doorway. Her eyes went from your face, down your body, and back up. Her face hardened.

She shoved past Daddy, who pushed back.

"Hey! Get back!" The other cop shouted.

He grabbed your Daddy, slammed him to the ground, and wrenched his arms behind his back to cuff them.

"Get the fuck off me!" Daddy was resisting, thrashing around on the floor.

You were scared he was going to get hurt. The man was leaning on Daddy with all his weight.

The lady cop knelt down in front of you, speaking softly, "Hey, sweetie. Where are your clothes? Are you hurt?"

You just stared at her, your mind going blank.

Daddy began arguing with the other deputy, shouting threats and spitting at him, "You better pray I don't get up. 'Cause if I do, you're a dead man."

The deputy shoved his face down until it was smashed into the carpet.

"Daddy!" you screamed.

You jumped out of the recliner and tried to run over to your Daddy. You wanted to save him. They weren't being fair. Daddy hadn't done anything wrong.

The lady bent down and grabbed you around the middle, kneeling and holding you away from the struggle.

"Get your hands off her! Get your goddamn hands off my daughter," Daddy started shouting louder, muffled by the carpet.

You kicked against her, but she was strong. She would not let go of you. Her duty belt dug into your side while the male cop heaved your Daddy up off the floor and started dragging him outside.

The lady grabbed her radio, pressing a button and speaking into it with a calm, urgent voice.

"Dispatch, we're going to need another squad car and a bus at this location. We have a female minor, possible victim."

By the time you stopped fighting, your energy was completely gone, and the lady was just hugging you to her chest. She was staring at something just behind you, and you turned to follow her gaze.

On the seat of the recliner, there was a glistening, white stain, and smeared in the middle of it was a small smear of blood.

"Oh, honey…" she said, barely above a whisper.

She looked at you with an expression you'd never seen before. Something in her eyes was really sad.

"Stand still for me, sweetie," she gently instructed you.

She pulled a pair of thin, blue gloves out of her pocket and put them on.

You wanted to run after your Daddy. You wanted to bring him back so you could just sleep a little longer before you had to get ready for church. You wondered if Daddy was going to get in trouble with God if he didn't show up for the service.

The lady guided you to take a step back.

"Can you spread your legs for me, honey?"

You opened them slightly, not fully trusting her. She placed a gloved hand on the inside of your thigh, almost to the crease between your legs, and gently wiped her hand across your skin. When she pulled her hand away, there was blood and white slime on her fingers.

Did Daddy do that to you?

She frowned and carefully pulled her gloves off. She took out a plastic bag from a different zipper on her pants, sealed the gloves inside it, and shoved it back into her pocket.

"I'm going to pick you up now, okay?" She said as she stood up.

You didn't argue with her when she lifted you. You were too tired to fight anymore.

She asked where your room was, and you pointed down the hall. She carried you into your room where she located one of your soft blankets and wrapped it snugly around you.

Outside, the air was chilly. You tightened the blanket around your body. You could see Daddy in the back of the police car. He was still shouting, but you couldn't hear him over the engine running.

Down the dirt driveway, more red and blue lights bathed the trees. Another police car and an ambulance sped up to the house, stopping just shy of the porch.

After that, everything got really confusing, really fast.

The lady deputy brought you over to the back of the ambulance, and the medical people made you sit on a really hard bed inside of the truck.

One of the medics, a man with a beard and glasses started touching you and asking you questions.

"What's your name, sweetie?" "How old are you?" "Can you tell us what happened?"

You couldn't figure out how to make your mouth move to respond.

You just kept staring at Daddy sitting in the back of the police car. His head was hanging down low now, like he had completely given up.

"When can I go back inside with my Daddy?" you quietly asked the lady deputy from under the safety of your blanket.

"Honey," she said softly, "do you understand that your Daddy did something very bad to you?"

"He didn't even hit me that hard," you said, shaking your head.

She knelt down to your level.

"It wasn't just about him hitting you," her voice broke, "What he's done is the kind of bad thing a man can't come back from."

That's when things finally clicked for you.

You weren't going to see your Daddy again.

[royaldeadqueen]

You Just Don't Know it Yet

Pairing: Neo/Thomas Anderson x fem! reader - 1.6k words

Warnings: smut, P in V sex, no use of y/n, non-con/rape, incel/creep behavior, bondage, manhandling

Summary: Thomas has tried everything to get your attention, but this isn’t the kind he wanted. Now he has to take it.

A/N: This fic was requested by @saturnalia2808!! I hope you love it, pookie!! 🫶🏻 Also, the title is totally NOT a reference to An Unhealthy Obsession.

divider cred: @sister-lucifer

Thanks to @arch-b1sh0p for beta reading!

You walked into work one bright, sunny morning, coffee in hand, ready to start the day, when you saw him. Thomas. He sat at his desk, scrolling at his computer, absolutely not doing any kind of work.

Thomas was a grade-A creep. He'd buy you things and leave them at your desk. You swore he was taking pictures of you, but you couldn't prove he'd done it. You hated him with every fiber of your being and wished that he'd just stop existing already. Suddenly, his voice startled you out of your thoughts.

"Hey..." Fuck.

"Hey Thomas," you said shortly, not at all interested in interacting with him. You sat at your desk and sat your bag on the floor next to you. You hadn't heard him walking over until he was right behind you.

"How was your weekend?" he spoke up. You had to hold back your groan.

"Fine," you muttered as you booted up your computer, wishing to any god that would listen that this could go any faster.

"Do anything fun?" he prodded, trying any way he could to extend the interaction.

"Thomas!" you finally snapped. You couldn't take it anymore. "Would you leave me alone?! I don't like you! I don't wanna talk to you! Just, go away! Please!" He stood there, looking a bit shocked and hurt.

"Right… yeah… sorry…" he muttered, walking away. For a split second, you almost felt bad, but you really just hoped he finally got the message. The rest of the day went by smoothly without any further interaction from him, and afterward, you went home.

The next day, Thomas didn't greet you like usual. He didn't even look at you. Just kept his eyes on his computer and stayed quiet. It was quite a pleasant surprise. Little did you know, the anger that was beginning to fester inside him. After all the gifts he left you, every time he'd been nothing but nice to you, this was how you repaid him? He wasn't going to stand for this.

You didn't see Thomas the next morning, which was odd. He never missed work. A chance to sit at a computer with no supervision? And get paid to do it? He wouldn't miss it for the world. You felt an awful pit in your gut, but tried to ignore it, figuring it was just leftover anxiety from the whole situation.

About a week later, you sat at your computer at home, scrolling through some forum you'd found while going down one of your usual internet rabbit holes. It was dark in your house, aside from the light from your computer screen. You were thinking about how odd it was that you hadn't seen Thomas. Maybe he got fired? Or found a new job? Either way, you were just happy he was gone, now you could finally work in peace. Your computer suddenly started to glitch, which snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked confused, watching the text on the screen glitch and distort. You attempted to click away, but you couldn't click, your mouse didn't work anymore. Your computer was no longer under your control.

You watched in horror as your computer glitched and crashed, suddenly making terrible screaming noises, causing you to clamp your hands over your ears. That was when you saw it. Or rather, him. There was a man stepping through your computer screen. You let out a scream as he suddenly launched at you, clamping a hand over your mouth. He was tall and pale, with black hair, slicked back, wearing all black clothing and sunglasses. It took you a minute, but you recognized him. It was Thomas.

"I really did try to be nice to you y'know…" he muttered, still pinning you to the floor. "You were all I thought about. All day, everyday. I bought you gifts, I constantly asked how you were doing, I'd give compliments on compliments, and this is the thanks I get? Being screamed at in front of the office." He had a firm grip on your jaw as he spoke, making sure you couldn't look away from him. "You should've just played nice… it would've been so much easier for the both of us…" You trembled beneath him, terrified and entirely confused. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." He gave a small smirk as he began to lean down toward you.

"We're going to have a LOT of fun now…"

The way he said it sent a chill down your spine. He suddenly grabbed your hair, keeping a tight hold on it as he dragged you up onto the bed. You cried out, kicking and screaming at the burning pain in your scalp.

"Thomas!! Stop!!" you screamed, attempting to kick at him. "Let go of me!!"

"Stop squirming, you little-" he cut off as he tossed you on the bed. You let out a cry as the back of your skull hit the headboard, causing the whole room to spin.

"You couldn't have just listened, could you?!" he shouted before leaning down to mutter in your ear. "Now I have to take what I want…"

With that, he began to rip off your clothes. He wasn't nice anymore; he was letting out every ounce of frustration that had been pent up inside him for so long. You attempted to stop him, but the room was still spinning and all you could do was let out a whine in protest as you lightly nudged his hands which he easily worked through.

He tore open your shirt, causing buttons to fly off as he exposed your torso. You huffed, once again attempting to push him off. You were beginning to regain your strength and he didn't like that. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head.

"You're not getting out of this…" he growled, lifting your wrists to tie to the bars of the headboard. Wait…tie…? How did he-? You look up to see he's tied you up with computer cables??? Where the fuck did those come from?? With your still-blurry vision, you look back to him, finding computer cables have just kind of… appeared.

"What the fuck is going on?!?" you cry out, confused and scared.

"You're not escaping me, sweetheart… Not any time soon…" he murmured, wrapping one of the cables around your throat. He proceeded to remove the rest of your clothes before moving to his own. However, he could barely keep his hands off you long enough to fully undress, latching his lips onto your neck as he slid his pants down just enough for his length to spring out.

"Thomas… please don't do this…" you begged, your voice little more than a desperate whine. He just laughed.

"It's a little too late for that…" he muttered, "But if you beg hard enough, I might be a bit nicer about it… maybe I'll even make sure you like it…" He let out an awful laugh that shook you to the core.

You put your dignity aside in an attempt to spare yourself the trauma. However, as you begged and pleaded, you felt your core begin to heat up. It had been a while since anyone had touched you, especially like this. You couldn't help it, especially as his fingers teased your entrance. It was almost hypnotizing, the way his fingers were circling your clit and running up and down between your lips.

"I can feel that… you getting all wet for me…" he let out an ugly little laugh that made you wish so badly that it wasn't true.

"Fuck you," you spat angrily. He just sneered, moving closer and suddenly shoving himself into you as he tugged on the cable around your neck. You let out a loud cry, not expecting the sudden intrusion. "Fuck!"

"Hey, you asked for it, sweetheart…" he muttered, evilly snickering as he settled on a quick pace, leaving you whimpering and moaning as you struggle against the cables still constricting your hands.

You hated how good it felt. You hated how much you needed this. Your body was betraying you. He pounded into you until all you could smell was sweat and sex. The sounds of heavy breathing from the both of you bounced off the walls, echoing back at you.

He leaned down to kiss you and you didn't lurch away. You kissed him just as hungrily. He noticed and swiftly upped his pace, moving quicker. He pulled back to look at you, the both of you drenched in sweat.

"I knew you'd like this if you just gave me a chance…" he whispered breathlessly, gazing down at you. You breathed heavily, your gaze locked on his. You began to feel that pressure building up and you gasped softly.

"Don't fucking stop…" you demanded, causing an evil little grin to spread across his face.

"Oh, but sweetheart, I'm not anywhere near done with you…" he muttered, slowing his pace. He kept you right on the edge for a while. The whole time, your body was desperately attempting to reach climax, your hips rocking in time with his.

"Fuck… faster, god dammit!" you growled, growing frustrated. He let out a mocking laugh.

"Alright, alright, calm your tits…" He suddenly sped up, thrusting into you harder than before. You gasped, your back arching against the bed. He practically shoved you into your climax as you cried out, shaking and panting as your hips rocked, allowing you to ride out your high. Shortly after, he thrusted deep into you, letting out a grunt as he spilled inside you, his body shaking. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily.

After a moment, he weakly lifted, looking down at you. You locked eyes, just staring at each other before he leaned in and kissed you lightly. You kissed him back, the both of you sharing a surprisingly tender moment after all that.

"Sorry about… that…" he muttered weakly, still panting lightly.

"Yeah, whatever, just untie me, ya prick…"

Thanks for reading!! 💚

[thatgingernerdgirl]

Keanu Reeves Characters as Cakes

Another fun series, this one was requested by @gea-chan96 💜 I hope you like it!

Special thanks to @arch-b1sh0p, @casuallyobssessed, @atomic-groupie, @saturnalia2808, @royaldeadqueen and @pointbreakvhs for helping me with this series! 💗🖤💚💜💖🤍

John Wick - Chocolate Cake

Classic, comforting, but can be bitter depending on the person/recipe. 💗

Gabriel - Angel Food Cake

Sweet, airy, and angelic. 😇 (pretty self-explanatory)

Kevin Lomax - Devil's Food Cake

Rich, dark, and tempting. 😈 (also self-explanatory)

Ted Logan - Ice Cream Cake

Fun, childlike, and friendly.🎸

Tommy Warnecki - Confetti Cake

Also fun, sweet, and kidlike. 🎊

This is Part one of the series! I hope you enjoy this, thank you again @gea-chan96 for requesting this. 💜

[saturnalia2808]

𝔴𝔞𝔵 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔭 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 | 2

david allen griffin x fem!reader

part 1

CW: Cannibalism, kidnapping, torture, forced cannibalism, dead dove, sexual torture

Summary: You wake up dizzy in a warehouse, the smell of barbecue wafting through the air when you hear that guy you've been seeing regularly behind you.

A/N: Here's part two, FINALLY. I hope y'all sickos (affectionately) enjoy it!

WC: 1,2k

divider cred: @drifting-moon

You caved in at the taste of your own flesh, your eyes fluttering shut at the play of your meaty taste and the marinade David had put on your leg - some form of honey barbecue. You couldn't help but softly groan as the taste spread across your tongue.  "You like it don't you?" David softly said, coming closer to you, watching you savor your own meat, the heat in your eyes not going unnoticed by the other man. His eyes were locked on yours, the way they sparkled as you worked through your own taste, groaning softly as you chewed a particularly tender and juicy piece.

David smirked, sharp and dangerous as he picked another piece with his fork, guiding it into your mouth - your lips wrapped around the metal utensil, its irony taste complimenting your savory one perfectly.

Your thoughts went to how crude and disgusting this should be, you eating your own flesh and enjoying it - you wanted to hate yourself, to puke all over David so that he would hopefully end it all. But you didn‘t. You didn‘t hate yourself. You didn‘t hate the way you tasted and you didn’t hate the way that you loved it.

The taste, the texture of your meat on your tongue, in between your teeth - it nearly drove you insane. With a smile David dabbed away some of your blood mingled with the delicious sauce he made. His eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he felt fond of sharing this moment with you. He seemed to have found someone similar to him, with just the right amount of twisted, hidden insanity.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice barely above a hushed tone. His eyes were half-lidded as he knelt down in front of you. Gently, his fingers traced along the edge of the bandages. A shiver ran through you, and your eyes fluttered at the soft, gentle touch.

Joel was supposed to treat you with care, tenderness, and gentleness. But he didn’t. You knew he probably was on his way to you - you've heard about his sick and twisted game with David, where the latter always followed him, toying with the women in his life and something got you curious when he told you about this life he'd led. Curious about him. Not even his psychology you knew was twisted beyond repair. But this morbid curiosity gnawed at you, feeling like a splinter lodged inside your brain.

So when you set out to find David you walked right into his arms - he was searching for you too, almost welcoming you into his spiderweb of charm and love bombing. 

"Darling, one more?" his deep voice drawled, tearing you from your thoughts. Your eyes swerved back to this gorgeous brunette, his brown eyes radiating nothing but warmth and care it seemed like. The fork with the meat skewered onto it was already touching your bottom lip, the bloody sauce glazing your skin with a beautiful, deep red color. 

Your tongue darted out, licking away the thick sauce, the taste making you groan quietly. His eyes nearly twinkled in something akin to arousal and lust, his mouth slightly agape as he watched your tongue swipe up the fleck of blood and sauce clinging to your skin. David then glance up into your eyes, leaning in closer as gently guided the fork into your mouth, your plump, beautiful lips wrapping around the metal utensil before he pulled it out again. 

The ordeal had something oddly perverted about it, the eye contact being intense, longing didn't help either. Only when David gently brushed along your stump you made another noise, one mixed with pain and need, David smirking sharply at that. 

As he readied another piece - the last one as you saw - he looked at your lips, swiping the cube along your lips once more to glaze them for his own feast, his own, very personal taste of you.

He then forced the fork in between your lips again, you obeyed, taking the meat off the utensil in one smooth movement, keeping the eye contact with him. He inched closer, scenting you, his prey.

"You smell so enticing," he whispered, his hand on your thigh firm, holding the meat tightly. "So delicious." he added, his glance dropping to your saucy lips before bridging the last inches to kiss you, slow and deep. You felt his lips against yours, the way his breath hitched at your taste, still so alive, so… warm.

David let the fork fall to the ground, the metal utensil clattering across the concrete floor of the warehouse you were in. He continued to kiss you hard, bruising almost, as his fingers wandered to udo your wrists and your remaining leg before he grabbed your thighs, lifting you off the rusty metal chair. 

You only felt how he carried you, whirled your around before gently setting you down on a creaking mattress.  The thoughts inside your head swirled, wondering if what you were doing was right, if god shouldn't be punishing you but instead gave into the sin, the mortal sin you committed by enjoying the taste of your own flesh.

When you woke up later, your groin ached, stung and burned - something happened and the way David was watching you all smug from the corner of the room was enough to tell you that he hurt you on purpose.  You knew he wanted to get to Joel, worm his way inside his head and into yours too while he was at it. A soft hiss came from you as you sit up, the stump where your leg was still there, still itching and hurting. But it was no comparison to the blood puddle between your legs. You frowned as you shakily touched yourself - or tried to at least.

That's when the images of the last night hit you - violently so. 

With a low, soft moan you tilted your head back as David kissed his way between your legs, your underwear long gone and revealing you completely to the brunette that was currently resting his head in between your thighs. 

Your stump twitched as he grazed his lips along your core, the wet heat making him growl as he lapped up the juices flowing out of you, like his life depended on it. As he pleased you, he drew moan after moan out of you, making you squirm and twitch as you laid your head back, one of your hands tangling into his brown, long locks, brushing the hair out of his face, out of his way.

"You taste so good, so perfect," he growled against your cunt, making you whimper before a searing, stinging pain shot through your body as his teeth clamped down hard on your skin. 

He pulled and tore piece after piece of soft, velvety, warm flesh from your cunt, lapping up the blood like it was the fitting sauce. He chewed each piece he tore with joy, savoring your very own, personal and intimate taste deeply.  When you managed to look down his face was splotched with blood, his lips and teeth covered with the crimson that came from your most intimate spot. 

"Perfect." he whispered against the gaping wound, lapping at them almost like an apology but you knew he only wanted one thing.

Your taste.

[jitterfidget]

FRICKLE FRACKLE

celeste im suing you

I hate these freaks

I hate animals i hate bill and ted

[royaldeadqueen]

pop divas 🎤

board #2: neo // charli xcx 💿

hehehe i LOVED this board ☺️ very proud of this

thank you @thatgingernerdgirl for the idea on this one!! 💚

all the love 🫶🏻

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author