Titus Danforth – chasing you with a kitchen knife in the woods, heavy breaths misting in the frigid night air
Titus Danforth – tracking your movements like a predator, because he knows his way around through this part of land
Titus Danforth – letting you believe you can escape from him; he's the kind of man that will toy with his play thing
Titus Danforth – gaining momentum on you, arm arching through the air as his knife slashes through your sleeve
Titus Danforth – tackling you from behind, pinning you into the forest floor as you try to buck him off in vain
Titus Danforth – breathing heavily into your ear, settling his entire weight on you
Titus Danforth – noticing the way your thighs squirm together when you feel his hard length against your ass, notices the low whine at the way he angles the blade against your throat
Titus Danforth – realizes this game of primal play has gotten you so worked up you're literally begging for him to fuck you into the dirt like an animal, foreplay be damned at this moment
4. “What was I supposed to do? You weren't there for me!” (Andrew “Pope” Cody / angst)
“Baz?! Are you fucking serious right now?” Pope exclaimed with raised eyebrows, muscles tensed with the coiled energy of a caged animal.
When he found out you moved on pretty quick after he was locked up in prison, he was baffled to find out with whom you've moved on with—the one person he did not expect, nor liked at the moment.
“What was I supposed to do? You weren't there for me!” you screamed out in frustration, fingers yanking on your hair, tears threatening to spill when you remembered that day he was taken.
“You could have waited for me,” he whispered, deflating with the exhaustion of forever being forgotten, even by the one who should've stood by him.
You sniffled when you finally met his mournful eyes, and the apology was right there on your lips but Pope merely shook his head, mouth set in a stern line, and left you with one of your greatest regrets.
♡ a/n: rewatched encanto with the family last night and thoughts were being thunk 😗👉🏽👈🏽 love me some voyeur bruno. (also, reader kinda knows he's watching them)
“Bruno,” you whimpered, as you rubbed yourself harder against your soiled pillow; your hips gyrated until the bed shook, knocking against the wall in rhythm.
The one where he was watching from.
He caught his wrecked sobs with his hand, while the other wraps around his leaking cock— the veins pulsing as he fists himself with vigor upon seeing you throw your head back.
“Oh, fuck. Please,” you pleaded, mouth agape as the grip on your pillow grew tighter.
Your unfocused eyes locked with the hole in the wall, almost as if you were aware of his voyeuristic ways.
He was throbbing in his slick covered palm, painfully aware that he'll come any minute. He never lasted long with you.
Bruno couldn't be sure what brought it on: maybe it was the thought of you putting on a show for him, or the way that you said his name, but he gritted his teeth as he pumped himself a final time.
With a groan, ropes of white coated his stomach and shaking hand. He brings it to his lips, tongue peeking out to kitten lick his fingers— his mind tricking himself into believing it was you cleaning him up.
When he glances up, you're on your back coming down from your high. Your heated cheeks and heaving chest made his cock twitch, signalling for another round.
He moves to tuck himself back into his pants, when he hears you giggle.
pairing: druig x reader x ikaris (no established relationship, he's just there as a.. witness??)
tags: 18+ only (minors DNI), thigh riding, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism situation (ikaris is hearing everything), dub-con mind control, dirty talk, cocky!druig, like one swear word djbdjd
note: the idea was better in my head tbh,, it's like once I write it down it sucks 🙈
druig has you perched on his thigh after you've been begging to be touched.
you did everything to get his attention: wore revealing clothing around him & the eternals, slipped innuendos into conversations, made him jealous by spending time with ikaris–the one person he had issues with.
it's safe to say you got what you wanted. but it wasn't enough.
“it's either my thigh or nothing, sweetheart. you want to act like a needy bitch, you're gonna ride it like one.”
he had his back against the bed's headboard,, hands on your waist, guiding your hips to rut against the hard muscle.
“that's it, darlin', just like that.”
the denim jeans he wore rubbed you just right. he'd bounce his leg just to hear you cry out.
you were desperate to get off; your hands gripped onto his shoulders tight, swiveling your hips until your muscles ached.
loud moans and whines fell from your lips, so you tried to muffle them by pressing your mouth against druig's shoulder
until he said “no, no, I wanna hear those pretty noises.”
“but druig–”
his eyes would glow gold, any protests would die on your tongue.
“I'm sure ikaris wants to hear how good I'm making you feel too. Isn't that right, brother?”
with your human hearing, it was impossible to hear ikaris on the other side of the wall, soft curses and ragged pants.
it was no surprise to him that druig knew he was listening in.
with eyes clenched shut, he bucked into his slick covered hand,, raven locks plastered against his sweaty forehead as he tried to hold back a throaty groan.
druig could hear the effect you had on ikaris, giving him the option to gloat:
“if only you could hear what he's doing right now, my love. I bet he wishes his hand were your tight hole. too bad he has to settle for himself.”
summary (somewhat): reader likes the danger he possess, even if it can get them killed.
a/n: peepaw myers can get it 👁️👅👁️ (also, this is my first time writing for my mans 🤧 mark this day down y'all)
You weren't sane, that much you knew— because, nobody should be getting a thrill out of this.
And yet, you craved the kitchen knife currently pressing against your neck.
The man wielding it grunts behind his mask, bloodlust consuming his entire being as his scarred hand tightens its grip on the handle.
You lean forward into his touch, sharp blade piercing into skin, and you grin wolfishly up at him.
Crimson seeps down your neck, wild eyes lock with eye holes; and although the shadows prevent you from getting a good look, you can tell from the slow tilt of his head that he's intrigued.
a/n: me writing fluff?? shocking. me & @puckssbunny were talking about sid & it made me soft, so this happened. this was a bit of a self-indulgent thing, so it felt good to write for myself. <3 (also, plot kinda took a mind of its own. honestly, didn't know where it was taking me 😂)
Lounging on the couch with a fleece blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you decided to put on a movie that came out recently, with your boyfriend, Sidney— and although he wasn't a huge fan of horror, he did enjoy seeing you jump every now and then from the corner of his eyes.
“You can hide behind me if it's too scary.” he offered, with a teasing grin; fingers wiggled up your leg, causing you to lightly kick him.
“Oh, shut up. I'm not scared.” you rolled your eyes, but scooted closer to him nonetheless.
He chuckled at your blatant lie, but hoisted you up by the waist to set you on his lap.
You were usually good at masking your fear, but when you heard the music take a sinister turn, you tucked your face into his neck with a whimper.
“Maybe we should watch something else?” He murmured, soothing circles into your back with a gentle hand.
“Umm, okay,” you ashamedly mumbled. “How about The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie?”
He threw his head back with a booming laugh, “You just want to sing the Goofy Goobers song, don't you?”
“Maybe...”
“Alright, you goober. I much rather hear you laugh than scream in my ear, anyway.”
♡
Needless to say, you retaliated with a pillow to his head— chirping him about losing his quick reflexes off the ice, to which he bashfully smiled in response.
