tw’s/cw’s: nsfw ofc, noncon and dubcon elements/brief mention of kidnapping/very possessive tenna
-He’s superrr possessive! He’ll do absolutely anything to keep you from leaving or abandoning you him. If you break up with him, he’ll simply just kidnap you and lock you in a room; If the two of you are arguing and you try to leave, he will absolutely block the door with his body to keep you there and won’t move until you calm down and reassure him that you’re not leaving.
-A superrrr jealous guy! He hates to see you talking to anyone that isn’t him :’( It’s like he can feel something actively shattering inside of him every time he sees you talking to your friends, coworkers, even family sometimes. Absolutely wants to be your one and only, no matter what he has to do to make that happen.
-He can be so soft and tender when he’s not an insecure mess (which is often) gentle kisses while he holds you down, whispering the sweetest, dirtiest things into your ear.
-Loves to call you baby, doll, darling, sweetie, he loves to call you every term of endearment he can!
-Loves to infantilize you (not in a creepy way 😭😭 but in a like “you’re too dumb to make your own decisions” way) Thinks and says you can’t make the right choices for yourself and that only he knows what’s best for you. Often makes you rethink and doubt yourself. Just another one of his silly little manipulation tactics to keep you around!
-HEAVYYYY into degradation (giving) especially if he thinks you’re gonna leave him for whatever reason. It’s like he’s trying to psychologically manipulate you by bringing down your self worth so you stay with him <3
-Into bondage!! Loves to tie you up/handcuff you/ziptie you! especially if he feels you growing distant in any way! It makes him feel like he has control and like you can only leave if he says you can
-Super fucking big. He’s at the very least 15 ft tall, the rest is self explanatory T_T
-Because he’s so big, he usually starts off very slow and gives you some time to adjust before moving at all. Typically very attentive to you and cares about your comfort!
-Except when he’s hate-fucking you. Gives you absolutely no time to adjust to his size; uses you like some sort of personal fleshlight and doesn’t care if you scream or cry or beg him to stop <<<<333
-Absolutely loves the mating press. Loves being able to hold you down and watch you as he fucks you mercilessly, not being able to push him off or fight back while he pumps you full of his cum. Definitely wants to impregnate you and is his goal every single time.
-On days he’s feeling particularly possessive, he will jerk off into your underwear and make you wear them around like that LOL; Will also leave giant hickeys all over your neck and chest for everyone to see!!
-Also on the topic of marking his territory, when he’s angry he will deffo use you as an ashtray. Putting his cigarettes out on your tongue, chest, arms, legs! To both mark you as his and to punish you for making him angry
-Films you both together while y’all do it!! Loves to rewatch the recordings and loves to make you watch him fuck you <3 Will also use the recordings as blackmail to keep you from leaving him ^_^
-If you visit him at work, you better believe he’s taking you into his office and fucking you. Does not care at all who hears the two of you, if anything it makes it all the more exciting to him, having everyone know you’re his bitch
-Lovesss boss/employee dynamic!! if you work for him it makes it 10000x better!! Loves when you call him ‘Boss’ or ‘Mr.Tenna’ during sex. Will absolutely use his position of power to make you sleep with him so you don’t get fired. Will make you his personal secretary >_<
I don't think Simon Henriksson would be someone who y'all describe to be "dominant" or whatever y'all headcanon him to be.
If you were with Simon, understand that he's 19 or 20 in the game, suffers with anxiety, depression and possible paranoid-schizo.
So, what you're getting is someone whose only daily routine is getting up and going to school possible late night walks or staying up extra late because his thoughts are eating him up.
Simon is covered in self harm scars. Shoulders, wrists, thighs are even covered with scars he made himself.
He has low self confidence, he's someone who's so confused all the time. Zones out half of the time throughout the game, questioning everything around him.
If you were to enter a relationship with him, he likes to slow it down..don't rush him.
He gets easily obsessed and attached real quick once in a relationship, but understand this, he's still someone who deals with depression and anxiety, so you're also getting a partner who has those episodes in life where you won't be seeing him sometimes. Or you will, but he will be in bed, rotting. He doesn't want you to see him this way, but he also can't help it??
He has no experience when it comes to intimacy, vulnerability was never in much exposure in his life. While in a depressed episode, he'll have a difficult time getting aroused. It's not that he doesn't love you, he does really, he's just going through a lot inside his head.
And if you come off as "disappointed" reading this, congratulations, you're not allowed to have a partner who has mental health problems..
Based on your request, stoner König who breeds you while he is high as fuck and breeds you again in the morning when he is not high because he can not remember breeding you the night before
primary warnings are in the request + non-con 🍃 mdni 𓉸ྀི 𓅩
“fuck, fuck, fuck.” you cry, one hand slapped to your panting mouth while the other presses against his chest. he’s got you pinned in a mating press, overpowering your struggles as he fucks his cum into your quivering cunny. he won’t stop fucking cumming. this has to be the fifth load he’s spunked out. a milky ring of cream coats the fat base of his cock as he pistons it in and out at a ferocious speed — like he’s a power drill and you’re concrete.
“könig, stop. stop.” you beg, eyes pleading with his for mercy. but he’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way his thick cock disappears deep into your cunt over and over and over again. his eyes are bloodshot, hooded and glazed over with a film of absence. your lips tremble, tears running down your sweaty cheeks as you thrash and writhe in his grip. his hands are splayed over the underside of your tucked-up legs, leaning his entire weight on the bent muscles of them for leverage. his angle is so deep, cockhead bulging in your lower belly as he prepares to empty his swollen balls into you yet again.
he only grunts, skin still snacking yours as his hips drive down into yours. he alternates grinding and rolling them, the massive, hairy bottom portion of his dick abusing your clit with every hard thrust. he looks ravenous and fucking psychotic above you, face languid as sporadic groans of your name tumble from his parted lips. he was blabbering about how pretty you’d look carrying his child when he took his first bong hit, and an hour later you’ve found yourself on the receiving end of impregnation.
“it hurts, please stop.” you sniff, eyes spurting impressive fountains of tears when he moves one hand to stamp on your stomach — applying pressure to your uterus as it squeezes and contracts around his semen. you cunt clamps down on him and he croaks out a sentence in german, which you’re fairly certain consisted of promises to fertilise you with his generous seed.
webs of ropey, white fluid squirt from your tortured hole as he pumps you full once more. so full in fact, that he’s actually plunging his cum out of you because you’re overflowing with his product, spilling it back out because your cervix is so flooded. his kids are gonna be leaking out of you for days, ruining your knickers and thighs :((
and come morning, he’s sticking it in you again, before you’ve even had chance to wake up. he’s sober now, talking of dreams about you nurturing his offspring. “i think after last night, those dreams will come true.” you try to remind him, but he’s not having it. he needs to fuck his baby into your empty tummy right now. it’s all he can think about and he won’t rest until your stomach is rounded with the growth of his kin.
Monster Overlord rules over his lands with a mighty fist. He tears down his enemies without a second thought and if even his own people displease him they turn into an enemy he must destroy. He doesn’t fool himself on saying he fights to keep the peace, no he fights to secure his position and he isn’t shy about that fact.
So maybe that’s why his people are so shocked to find out about you, his cute plump wife, and the sweetest person they’ve ever laid their eyes on.
When they first meet you they watch with trembling and cowering forms, shocked by the fact that their terrifying ruler actually has a wife and horrified over what he must’ve done to capture such a sweet thing like you.
They all slowly melt under your gentle hand and kind eyes. You walk through the masses of the city handing out baked sweets you had personally spent all night making. Their Overlord doesn’t say a word, he just shuffles close behind you, casting petrifying scowls their way.
Gods, the people simply can’t stand it. The idea of you being trapped with such a horrible man, he would ruin you! Tear you to pieces and leave nothing but the scraps.
But then you do the more curious thing. You turn to face him and their might Overlord actually bows down to your level, allowing you to cup his face with the same grace and elegance you’ve been giving them.
“Are you feeling overstimulated? We can always go back home now if you’ve had enough exposure for today.”
Their jaws? On the floor. They can’t believe what they’re seeing. Even more so as the Monster Overlord whimpers under his breath and all but begs you to take him home now.
The two of you retreat leaving more destruction and despair than the Overlord could’ve ever managed on his own.
And sure, your husband does ruin you and tear you to pieces. Not with his claws but with his massive cock as he drives it deep inside of you every night, plowing right into your sloppy fat cunt with no mercy. Yet you’re the one begging for it, locking your limbs around him and forcing him to fuck you harder and harder.
Your screams shake his palace walls and while his servants shiver in fear, feeling such pity for you as they assume they’re shouts of terror, both you and your husband know they’re screams of ecstasy. Indeed he relishes in them and in the idea of bringing more to pour from your soft lips.
Because the two of you take care of each other, you’re a team. Above all, he fights to keep his position in order to protect you. To keep you safe from his hoard of enemies. And in return, you look out for him. Providing him a safe haven from his social anxiety and awkward demeanor in public. Guiding him toward becoming a better ruler toward your people and making you proud. He’d do anything for you, after all.
☁︎⋅ re9 leon as a husband (continuation of this)(i'm so brain rotted)
∞︎︎ husband!leon who loves being married. it’s the only sense of normalcy in his chaotic life.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who quietly takes care of the little things without mentioning it. the trash gets taken out, the fire alarm batteries get changed regularly. he forgets to water the plants though (he’s killed every plant he’s ever had). he’s also weirdly good at fixing things around the house because of the puzzles he had to deal with on his missions.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who’s always touching you. arm around your shoulder at movie night, hand on your lower back when walking, foot brushing against yours at dinner. it’s a subtle way he reassures himself that you’re here, you’re with him.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who reaches over you to grab something from the cabinet. he’ll deliberately press his front against your back, letting you feel all his muscles and taut skin. “you alright, beautiful?” he mumbles, kissing your temple, feigning innocence over his effect on you.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who refuses to live in a house with a basement. after the events of raccoon city, he associates basements with umbrella labs. if there’s any situation (at a family’s house or something) where he has to go into a basement, you can see his shoulders tense up and his eyes grow sharp. he knows there’s nothing bad down there, but he likes to be prepared.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who, if you ever mention bingo, he’ll just go “where’s everyone going? bingo?” and he’ll have a proud look on his face. you don’t know why he does that.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who checks the weather every morning and reminds you to take a jacket
∞︎︎ husband!leon who gets annoyed at horror movies, especially zombie movies. he’ll point out the inaccuracies of the zombie designs and how stupid the main characters act. eventually, he gives up and starts kissing your neck so you can do something more stimulating than watching this slop.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who checks the locks before bed every night. your home is the safest and most secure place, he made sure of it. knowing that you’re safe while he’s away on a mission gives him peace of mind.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who will carry you to bed every single time. whether you fell asleep in the car, on the couch, in the office. he’ll lift you up in his strong arms, no complaints or teasing. if you protest, he’ll chuckle beneath his breath. “c’mon, sweetheart…bed,” he says softly.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who pretends to help you in the kitchen. he’s trying to cut some vegetables but he keeps holding the knife like he’s in combat. you’ll chide him, “Leon, you’re supposed to be cutting the vegetables.” “I am,” he retorts. “you cut one,” you giggled. “quality over quantity,” he smiles.
∞︎︎ husband!leon who subconsciously pulls you closer when you’re asleep. his body recognizes not feeling your warmth so he’ll seek it. if he goes too long without you, he’ll wake up and search for you with sleepy eyes.
Also thankyou for writing the most pulsating works ever !! National treasure to your country♡!
A/N: Just a heads up, this one is rather dark and nasty. Apologies in advance if it was too much, but all I see looking at Graves is a fucking sadistic psychopath. I hate this motherfucker, but he's so good to write. Please read warnings.
Bon appétit.
Warnings: manipulation, stalker & "nice guy" vibes, nsfw (blowjob, groping, overstimulation, gang bang w/Shadows), dark themes (coercion?/dubcon)
✧°. Graves is a very disturbed and perverted person. Since he first saw you in his neighborhood, roller skating in those tight shorts, smiling to everyone – it awakened something much more vile and dark in him than he anticipated.
✧°. It didn’t take long before he found out who you are, where you live and where you study and go to work. Philip began looking more forward to his time off deployment just to spend more time looking at you from across the street.
✧°. Perv!Graves would watch you through the windows – how silly of you, forgetting to roll down the blinds. If he was bold enough, he would wait until you had fallen asleep and break into your home.
✧°. Philip would take some picture of your unconscious form spreaded between the bed sheets so he could masturbate to some fantasies of you. Perv!Graves' most favorite scenario to play in his head was you sucking him off, hiding beneath his desk in the commander's office. Your eyes glistening, tears rolling down your cheeks and cute whimpers coming from your mouth stuffed full.
✧°. When he found out you were working at the cafe nearby, he became a regular there. Each time ordering the same thing, just to engrave his existence in your malleable mind.
✧°. “The usual, got it. With extra sugar, right?”
✧°. “Oh, yes please. I like ‘em sweet, honey.”
✧°. Perv!Graves seemed so sweet and polite towards his favorite waitress, always smiling to you and leaving a generous tip. How could you not like him? <3
✧°. One time, he offered to walk you back home after your evening shift as it was getting late, dark and all that bullshit. Philip seemed a good, reasonable man, how could you decline his gentlemen offer?
✧°. He escorted you back to the front doors of the house you lived in, leading you by your hand. Before he left, Philip kissed your cheek just to have a taste, he had to. He couldn’t restrain himself for much longer. Then he left his phone number written down on a tissue from the cafe you were working in.
✧°. “In case of need, sugar.” He explained, before disappearing behind the street’s corner and you stood there for a minute processing everything that had happened. Perv!Graves knew how to charm women.
✧°. Some weeks had to pass before you asked for his help again, but this time he was patient. He knew some big prize was coming, all his restrictions towards you were coming to an end.
✧°. So when the rental costs suddenly rose in your complex, you remembered that your lovely neighbor Philip had a spare room to rent. You texted him and soon after you signed the agreement and moved in. Little did you know, he was about to change your way of living.
✧°. Perv!Graves had become more handsy since you moved in – groping your plump, young ass while walking behind you, even more often harshly slapping the shit out of you, leaving a red mark on your clothed bum. But in your naivety you thought he was just joking around! :(
✧°. You whined through your half asleep state, when someone ripped the warm bed sheets off your body. To your surprise it was Philip who was saying you owe him something. He was quick to climb over the bed, over your still sleepy state.
✧°. “Gonna be a good girl f’me, yeah? Oh, that’s right, baby.”
✧°. Perv!Graves would claim you in his house, relentlessly pounding into your squelching hole with vigor, making the whole bed frame sway. Your sobs and moans were like a fuel to his actions, craving for more and more. More of your body, he wanted more from you.
✧°. Perv!Graves’ goal was to fuck you stupid enough to turn you into moaning mess, thoughts blinded by the pleasure only he could give you.
✧°. He began taking inappropriate pictures of you to take with him while he had to return for another deployment with Shadow Company. Philip would show them off to his subordinates to tease them, to show what is off limits for them.
✧°. When you denied him something, Graves would pull the ultimatum – threatening to kick you out or to send out those pervy photos of you. So you were bound to stay under the same roof with him.
✧°. “You can’t do that, sweetheart, hadn’t you read the papers you signed? I own you.”
✧°. But how could you be mad at him? Perv!Graves was buying you expensive lingerie and new toys to test them out together, just to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you. He gets off on the sight of your fucked out face, even when he hadn’t fucked you with his cock yet.
✧°. You would be bratty sometimes, talking back to him, pointing out how creepy he gets, interrupting your shower and stuff. He wasn’t a fan of spanking or edging as a form of punishment. Oh no, he had something much more sinful in plans.
✧°. Perv!Graves would invite over the four of his best men that earned their reward during the last mission. He would allow them to touch you as they wished, while all of you gathered in the living room.
✧°. One of them sat you at his lap, the other one was spreading your legs apart while the rest could play with your pretty tits and pussy – something they could only admire from Philip’s collection of photos.
✧°. Perv!Graves would sit on a couch with a bottle of beer in his hand, watching as his men took turns fucking you. The first pair was keeping you busy, while the other waited patiently for their turn.
✧°. One of the men would bully his cock into your mouth, muffling your whines and sobs, while the other pounded into your already soaked from the foreplay pussy until they had their own releases! The cycle would repeat for the second time, when the third and fourth man took their turners of using you like their fuck toy! :(
✧°. And some sick part of you really enjoyed this whole disturbance. All of these men giving you countless amounts of pleasure with him on their lead. He told them exactly what to do to make you fold.
✧°. “Such a cry baby, aren’t ya, sugar?”
✧°. Only then, after they were done, Perv!Graves would crouch next to you and ask if you learned your lesson. Your body was splayed on his floor you cleaned yesterday, now covered in cum and sweat. Weakly you nodded, aching for his praise after all of this was over.
✧°. Commander would occasionally share you with his men, only if they really did great as a form of a reward instead of a dollar check.
✧°. At the end of the day, Philip would make love to you – slowly and gently, running his hand over your head and telling how proud he was of his girl, before helping you take a warm bath to make you clean again. <3
➥ he likes it rough / catching you trying to escape / playing with your pussy / helping you after walking in on you using your toy / ghostface x2 / spanking your cute ass~ / cutting your panties off / partners in crime / red lights / fucking your thighs
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ PATRICK BATEMAN:
➥ helping him out at work / certified munch / filming you / drilling you deep / (dat ass doe) / watching you in the mirror / using you like a toy / spanking you raw / doggy ft. your plushies / choking you
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ HANNIBAL LECTOR:
➥ waking up together / hanging you up / fingering your pretty pussy / using his belt / eye contact + eating you out / maneuvering you like a doll / tying your hands behind your back / riding his foot / pussy spanking / clothed
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷... ➥ BUBBA SAWYER:
➥ teasing his cock / belly bulge / his eager hips / breeding you over and over / maaajor mating press / throat-fucking / fucking you from underneath / he's so strong~ / tits = oral fixation / chased you down in the woods
pairing: ghostface & pyramid head x reader
tags: threesome, spit roasting, degradation
a/n: in light of 2v8 ending, here's a small blurb for the dbd fans :3
"Don't you think it's funny?" Says Danny's distorted voice under his mask.
You look up at him from your position with teary eyes, your only answer being a choked hum, as your mouth is currently occupied by his cock thrusting deep into your throat. "How the rest of your teammates are working hard to get out of here- mhmf," a low whine escapes his throat, "and all you're doin' is getting fucked by the killers?"
You roll your eyes, breathing deep with your nose and letting him reach impossibly deeper into your mouth.
He chuckles, then adds. "Well, maybe you're working hard too, the only reason we don't go out there and kill everybody is because of that tight pussy and cute little mouth."
Behind you is Pyramid Head, holding the sides of your hips with an iron grasp and splitting your pussy open with his monster cock. Your pussy flutters everytime his hips tilt against your asscheeks and hits that sweet spot inside of you. If it wasn't for these two holding you, you would've collapsed from the overstimulation already.
You had Ghostface's cock gagging you and Pyramid Head's cock fucking you from behind inside the killer shack. Your teammates were outside repairing the insane amount of generators, probably confused because no one is trying to kill them, while you were enjoying yourself with the ones supposed to slash them up.
You couldn't care less, though. Not when you were experiencing hot-white pleasure from being filled in both holes at the same time. Your cervix is being bullied by the tip of Pyramid's cock and your mind is being mashed into nothing but a moaning mess with Ghostface's words.
"Such a good girl for us, don't you think?" Danny speaks directly to Pyramid Head, holding your hair in his gloved hand and yanking you off him. You take the opportunity to take a deep breath. You're a mess, spit and tears wetting your face and dripping on the old wooden floor.
Pyramid doesn't answer, obviously, he just continues pounding your pussy and enjoying the wet sound it makes. Ghostface tsks.
"Are you a good girl, baby?" This time he adresses you. You can feel his intense stare behind the pitch black holes from his mask.
You nod, whimpering a hoarse 'Yes'.
He lets out a dark chuckle. "Oh-hoho, no, babygirl," Danny shakes his head, petting your chin like you would pet a dog. "Good girls don't get fucked by monsters, do they?"
Your hair gets pulled hard and you whimper. Danny takes the hunting knife next to him and caresses your wet cheek with the sharp tip. The cool metal mixed with the sudden fear alert shooting from your brain and the sharp pleasure from Pyramid behind you gives you gooseebumps.
"Answer," demands the man in front of you.
You shake your head.
"Exactly, that's what sluts do..." He drops the knife and grabs his cock by the base, starting to pump his gloved fist up and down in front of your mouth. The sight so tempting you just want to taste him again all over your tongue.
"Are you a slut, baby? Are you our slut?" Distorted grunts and whines escape from Danny's voice modulator.
And as he asks you such deliciously degrading question, Pyramid's pace starts to increase and become more erratic, hitting your g-spot nonstop with such agression that tears start forming at the corners of your pretty eyes.
"F-Fuck, yes, yesyesyes, I'm your slut- oh my God don't stop!"
Everything is too much. You don't recall what happens exactly after you cum all over Pyramid Head's cock and Danny bursts his warm seed all over your face. But you can faintly hear Dwight's voice somewhere near you mumbling "What the fuck..." and then screams of horror.
As you close your eyes on the hard floor of the killer shack, Pyramid Head grabs an old blanket laying around and covers your naked body. For a serial killer and an otherwordly monster, they are kind with you during aftercare.
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