#soft sadist

[peachyaftrdark]

MY HOUSE, MY RULES

in which your masochistic stalker tries to break into your house, but Youre an ex military officer; youre trained on torture.

cw: choking, knife(play?), blood(play?), suggestive content, sub and maso char, femdxm sadist reader, gagging, descriptions of gore, hitting

art credit: @pyanyasha on x

3:00 AM on the dot—the moment your stalker makes his first mistake, walking into your house.

His hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob, the ice cold feel when he turned it made his muscles twitch in excitement. He knew exactly what he was getting into. You think he didn't know what you used to be? It's so frustrating—knowing you could have so much control over him, make him feel such aching, nauseating pain without feeling a drop of remorse. Not everybody can handle doing something like that, not someone as beautiful as you, and that's why he's so desperate.

He drags his feet as he steps onto your wooden floor.

please hear me.. please please please

and then he feels it. a sharp stinging sensation that sends his whole body into a seizure-like state. He falls to the ground, almost foaming at the mouth once he sees your face above him. Then suddenly, his vision goes dark.

Of course you tased him—with a military grade taser sure—but it was all you had on hand! it was self defense!

You had suspected someone was watching you for a while, and with your past, you knew it'd happen sooner or later. But.. who is this guy? He's not buff, in fact quite the opposite. He's the type of guy you'd see at school and think he does nothing but watch porn and jerk off all day, but still somehow attractive.

You drag him down to the basement and tie him up to a chair, classic kidnapper style, like how you'd see it in a movie. Hands behind the chair, and ankles taped to the legs of the chair. ten minutes later.. he finally wakes up with a gasp, his voice trembling as he lets out a whiny exhale. his face is pale as if he were undead, but he quickly regains that color—turns red even, when he looks up to meet your gaze.

"whats your name." you ask, but it doesn't sound like a question..more like a demand

he shuddered in both fear and excitement.

"Hi.." he murmured, his voice was brittle and honeyed. the corner of his lips quirked up into a dreadfully awkward smile.

what a fucking weirdo.

You take slow strides toward him, invading his personal space as you loom over him; a predator hunting its prey. He's loving every moment of this.

"who sent you."

he stared blankly at you for a moment, eyelashes batting in innocence.

"haah..I-I'm not gonna tell you shit!"

he shudders, suddenly he takes on the role of some evil spy.

suspicious

You think, but, he is a man who just broke into your house... better to be safe than sorry, right? So, you grab a pocket knife out of the thin pockets of your pajamas, and flip it open, revealing the sharp blade. With slight hesitation, You gently press the blade to his jawline, gliding it down to his neck.

"Are you sure youre not gonna tell me anything?"

he nods, painfully aware of how the knife pressed to his neck digs deeper into his skin everytime a muscle twitches.

You lean in close to whisper into his ear.

"You know what i could do to you with this knife?" you notice his ears turning beet red, but don't find a means to point it out.

"I could skin you alive until youre a walking scab, make leather out of your skin..." You pull back, his ear now sweaty from the condensation of your breath, and you look at his face—that expression. his eyes were blown wide open, cheeks flushed, sweat dripping down his face, and lips slightly parted; drool threatening to spill out of them. it was unlike anything you've seen before in a torture victim, and it just pushes you further, to see what other expressions he could make. on a whim, You take the knife away from his neck to cut the rope holding his arms hostage. He lets out a shaky exhale and moves his hands from behind the chair to hover over his lap, you watch as he looks at the red marks that cover his wrists, and you swear you could see his mouth curve up into a smile..until he bites his lower lip. You grab one of his hands, and you take note of how his breathing gets heavier and quicker, so much so that his shoulders start to oscillate up and down. You intertwine your fingers with his. His fingers are long and slim.. perfect for—

not right now. focus.

"...or, i could take these pretty hands of yours and saw them off, put em in a little jar so i could use them whenever I want to."

You meet his stare, but it's fleeting, as soon as his eyes meet yours, they suddenly face the ground—as if he were scared his gaze would pierce daggers.

"really.." he gulps, "w-what would you use them for—urk!" he twitches harshly once he feels your blade slice deep into the palm of his hand. He watches you for a moment, but once he feels Your warm tongue contrast his cold hand, his world starts to spin. You lap up the blood, slow, careful licks that forces him to slap his other hand over his mouth. The metallic and salty flavor of his blood infiltrates your mouth, and you feel your eyes start to flutter shut.

this is crazy, why are you enjoying this?!

but his noises were too good to stop. You suck on his cut, trying to get every last drop of blood out of it, forcing a muffled whimper out of him. You can only imagine the face he's making right now. eyes squinted shut so hard that there's tears peeking out of the corners of them, hand covering his mouth, chest heaving, his curly hair stuck to his forehead...as good as it is in your mind, you have to see for yourself. seperating yourself from the makeout session with his palm, you peek over to see him just as you thought, but it's better in person.

He has a giant tent in his pants, one that you surprisingly haven't noticed yet, and he scoots around in his seat to hide how his jeans begin to darken from him leaking.

we all know that seduction is a great method for getting intel out of someone, women have been doing it to men for years...so this isn't that bad.. right?

Your hand finds its way to his again, interlocking fingers, but then Your other hand moves towards his face, grabbing his other hand that's covering his mouth. it's wet and warm from how hard he was breathing into it, but it doesn't matter to you, all you want to do right now is see how far you could push him, until he breaks. You lean in close, your breaths mingling, you can tell how nervous he is. the way his hands squeeze yours, how his breath hitches every time you move. so you step back, and tie his wrists together behind the chair again, it's more fun this way; he can't stop you.

"i'll make a deal with you." you pick the knife up from the floor, "i'll untie these ropes if i can't get you to confess anything within 30 minutes, but if you do, then i guess i'll just have to have my way with you until you wither and die down here." you wave the knife in his face. You see the way his lips press into a thin line, he knows youre getting serious now, and it's exhilarating.

"y-yeah. sure. deal."

The corner of your lips perk up into a smile, "Good boy.." you purr, setting an alarm on your phone before you swiftly lean in, smashing his lips into yours.

MINUTE 1.

Your lips move and mold together as if they were made to. it took no effort to make the kiss sloppy and wet; his piled up saliva instantly poured into your mouth. he suddenly whimpers into your mouth. the slick and warm feeling of your tongue gliding flat against his bottom lip is enough to make him cum right then and there, but he doesn't, instead he parts his lips, letting your tongue slide into his mouth to circle around his. you lick slowly into his mouth before biting hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood and a whine out of him. What he didn't expect, was how Your hands fit perfectly around his neck, and how you squeezed so hard he flinched.

You pull back from the kiss, a string of saliva following you as you watch the rest of it fall down the corner of his lip.

"p-please.." he whimpers, but his voice comes out in cracks, broken.

but what really gets you concerned is how his eyes roll to the back of his head, how he doesn't make an effort to pull Your hands off of him; wiggle around in the chair, or how he lets out a moan when his face turns purple and his eyelids start to flutter shut.

You take your hands off of his neck, he comes back to life with a sharp inhale.

"haah.. do it again miss.. harder." he chuckles, voice whiny and broken.

now this i didn't expect.

"Miss? i'm not an old lady you know." you tease, flicking his forehead

"i'm sorry" he gasps, "what should i call you then?.."

"i'm sure you already know my name."

he does, but not in the way you think

you grab the pocket knife again, and without hesitation, you move to sit onto his lap, straddling him.

"urk! uhm.. i-" his voice cracks, his bulge presses hard against your thigh, catching you both off guard.

"You what?" you look into his eyes—there it is again, it's starting to piss you off, how he refuses to make eye contact. You grab his face and force him to look at you "look at me, or else i'll slice big X's into your eyes, then you won't be able to look at anything anymore." your nails dig into his cheeks.

he clears his throat, but it still cracks. "do it."

MINUTE 10.

Your eyes widen in disbelief, the nerve he has. But besides that, you do plan on cutting him up a little. so you bring the knife up to his face, pressing hard enough to draw blood, and slowly drag down, the slice gapes open to where you can see white, not enough to see fat though, it's perfect. The sting sends shivers through his whole body, the cold smoothness of the knife electrifying him.

blood instantly starts to pool up into the cut, to drip down his face. He chokes on his own gasp when you dive towards his neck. You place open mouthed kisses that follow the trail of his blood spill, licking it up as you go, wet patches forming along his neck. he lets out a strangled sob at your movements, hips grinding against his. blood drops into the crook of your nose; you recognize the metallic flavor as it drips into your mouth, but that doesn't stop you. You suck hard onto his neck, and bite it, working on the singular spot until it turns as purple as his face was earlier.

that's not going away for a while.

"F-Fuck!" he sputters, your name leaves his lips in short gasps. You bring your lips off of his neck with a "pop!", and he takes the opportunity to look at your face, blood dripping from Your nose down to your lips..and you look at his. eyelids heavy and kiss swollen lips parted slightly, the way he looked at you was lewd, and it made your stomach twist with feelings you've never felt before.

"You wanna taste?" you rasped, dragging Your pointer finger and middle finger against his cut. he hisses, a crease forming between his eyebrows as you dig into his cut. but before he could open his eyes, your fingers were already in his mouth. he starts gagging when you forcefully press on his tongue, and you chuckle. he looks like he's struggling, having a hard time not throwing up on your fingers, and you were right on the money. he struggles in the chair, whining and gagging all at once,

"sto-ugh-op" he chokes out, tears well up in his eyes before spilling out onto his face. his nose and eyes start to flush pink, he's crying?

"i'll stop when you tell me who sent you."

"im gonna.." he hiccups, and at that you pull your fingers out of his mouth, you wipe them off on his shirt. You want answers, but you want a stranger to throw up on you even less.

MINUTE 20.

You watch carefully as he sniffles, you assume a few tears slipped out because he was gagging so hard, it's hard to tell with him though. he sits still in his chair now, breathing heavily, drool spills from the corner of his mouth, and his face is stained with tears, blood.

"gosh... Youre a mess." You say, but it was perfect. and you felt that you were getting close to him confessing.

yet after all of this, he still isn't satisfied. not enough choking, not enough cutting, not enough slapping or bruising. he has an insatiable appetite for pain, he's so close, but so far. so he comes up with an idea. if he could just get you mad enough to do something even more extreme, he wouldn't have to go through all this fucking edging. hesitantly, he spits in your face, it landing right in between your brows.

You stand up and stumble backwards, you grip the knife harder, knuckles turning white.

"the fuck?"

You wipe your face with the back of your hand—a disgusting mixture of saliva and blood residue sticking to you. You were so sure he was enjoying this, which pissed you off even more, but now he's acting out? You gotta put him in his place don't you think? suddenly, you lunge towards him, kicking his chair to the ground. he hits the cold concrete with a thud and a groan.

You squat down next to him. he lies on his side, looking up at you as if you were a god, almost drooling at your natural scent, lip bleeding.

"stop looking at me like that!" you grab him by the hair, his scalp turning red at the force of your grip. he holds back a smile.

BANG!

You slam his head against the floor, his whole body shakes as he lets out a choked sob.

"what is it? are you still having fun?" You hiss

his vision is blurry now, yet, you look like an angel amidst the pain.

harder

he wants to say, but he can't get his mouth to move, too caught up in his own sick aphrodisiac.

BANG!

again.

BANG!

and again,

BANG!

and again.

"haah..." he moans, blood drips down his forehead, and his hips jerk against nothing. He relishes in the dirty, physical degradation, fuck. he's on the verge of cumming right there. the world spins and he feels his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You whip your head around, and see the bulge in his pants, bigger than ever. finally, you have a good idea. You sit on the ground next to the bleeding man, and lean towards his crotch, tracing his print. he twitches aggressively, waking up from his trance, he's scared now.

"what—"

"this is your problem isn't it? if you tell me everything you know.. maybe i'll put it in my mouth?" You tease. suddenly he can't breathe, stuck between blowing his cover and getting a blowjob from the love of his life.

5.

"I..."

4.

You thumb the clothed tip, precum coating your finger.

3.

He lets out a choked sob, body trembling violently.

2.

"cmon.."

1.

"Fuck.."

0.

the alarm you set on your phone buzzes, echoing your ringtone. You stand up and turn it off.

keeping your word, You bring the chair upright again, and untie the ropes.

"Get out of here."

a/n: hi guys yes there will be a part two ( <- click on "part 2"!!) i'm not done with this loser 🥹✌️ also i'm not that Good at smut so forgive My mistakes lell

PSA: this is a work of fiction. pls do not attempt to do anything mentioned unless both parties consent and are mentally stable, consent is very attractive. and yall if You suspect someone is stalking You please call the police or tell someone You trust life is not a fanfic unfortunately 😅 stay safe - peach <3

[suprememachinesquid]

Kinktober Week One, Sadism.

Tamsy Caines x Reader

is it really kinktober if im just writing smut for tamsy caines? should jus call this tamsytober haha, yeah im not funny 🫩

TW: Sadism (obviously), tamsy caines being tamsy caines (obviously), controlling, boderline manipulation, blood

spoilers if you squint, manga readers will recognize it🧐

Youve always noticed tamsys sharp nails, they werent too long and they werent too short, always matained and kept pretty along with other assets. But now you really started to notice them; as tamsy was arising from the couch where he was sitting next to you, he accidentally cut your finger, it was similar to a paper cut. You whined and pulled your hand up to your chest, watching as small droplets of blood began to pool at the top of the wound, and how tamsy was staring at his work in awe.

Which prompted tamsy to contiune 'accidentally' nicking you from time to time, finding it amusing. For you it was an equal battle of pleasure and pain, not understanding if you wanted more or if you wanted to protest against his actions. The real ice breaker came when a drinking party was happening in the commons, a fun get together with all the cleaners. The lights were dimmed and the music was loud enough to where you couldnt hear the squeak of the sneakers from people dancing.

You were sitting out, watching everyone else dance and drink. You yourself didn't endulge in alcohol but that didnt stop you from enjoying yourself. You sat with tamsy, there was a rubber band of tension between you two that never seemed to stop stretching. "I figured you would be out with semiu, why stay here in this corner?" Tamsy asked you in a solemn tone, "i like watching more than i do endulging, its relaxing." Tamsy fidgeted with his long hair, his usually updo with hair wraps now down in a more relaxed look; his blonde hair tied in a simple low bun and the rest left to flow.

"Hmm, i guess it is sort of relaxing to just observe" tamsy whispered, scanning the room until he looked over to you, catching your eyes staring back at him. You glanced away quickly, face reddening, "is it also relaxing to stare at people who are close to you?" Tamsy smiled, he was smug and cunning, a horrible mixture. "Not usually..." You hesitated, "unless said person is, strikingly handsome, i cant help but stare." You swallowed back your anxiousness, being bold around someone who you had a lasting crush on was no easy task.

"Really? You truly think so?" Tamsy smirked, you didnt notice until now how he had scooted closer to you, his hip almost touching yours as the two of you sat on the plush couch. It was obvious tamsy knew the power he had over you, from just his words, and not to mention his constant pain reminders towards you, tamsy knew how to make you fold under sexual pressure.

Not wanting to show any waivering weakness you snapped back, "i know so, tamsy." You locked eyes with him, tamsys beige eyes and hooded lids stared you down, you couldve sworn you saw his eyes flicker between your body and your face. Tamsy took in a note of his current surroundings, knowing that too much more pda would be frowned upon among the cleaners (as if the were even paying attention), so he took matters into his own hands.

"_____, do you wanna comeback to my room?" Tamsy tucked a loose hair behind your ear, "ive been wanting to show you something for a while now." Tamsy purred, you looked up at him wide eyed, unable to look away or move, "um, yes tamsy, id like that..." Tamsy smirked before kissing your cheek, a complete opposite from what was suspected later tonight.

-----

You and tamsy snuck out of the commons, careful to not catch attention from any cleaners who accompanied the party. The whole walk to tamsys room was like a ticking time bomb, the rubberband of tension being pulled to its limit. Tamsy unlocked the door to his dorm and allowed you to walk in, you stepped inside a couple feet before tamsy had you swung against his door, holding your hips softly. His eyes were half lidded and hungry, "did you expect something different? I can be quite unpredictable." Tamsy whispered, leaning closer to the side of your face, pressing small kisses into your soft cheeks.

"No, i expected this.." You whispered back, voice slurred as you paid attention to tamsys touchiness, enjoying every last drop of it. "What was it? My small talk? Or my monthly hints?" You felt a poking sensation on your sides, your mind immediately jumping to tamsys constant attention he gives you. Your mind raced with what these small pains could mean, "well, i kind of caught on with the pain, but never put much thought into it." Tamsy was pleased, humming at your immediate response.

"So, how would you like to take that even farther?" Tamsy asked, you could only imagine this was his way of confessing to you; constant attention and sweet small talk. But whatever it was you were here for it, ready for tamsy to just take you and you become his. But your fantasies dont overlap your anxious and paranoid thoughts, prompting you to ask "tamsy, this isnt just a hookup, is it?" He went silent, almost as if the words were caught in his throat he went to speak but stopped, swallowing hard. Tamsy shook his head as he held your face, kissing your lips gently, he had hoped that was as much of an answer he could give.

Your mind was content with his answer, if it was believable thats all that mattered. You melted into tamsys kiss, feeling his hands start to run up your sides underneath your shirt, stopping just before he met your boobs. You inhaled sharply, not expecting his cold hands to be traveling up your body. Tamsy chuckled, he kissed the corner of your mouth before moving down slowly, kissing and biting everywhete he could. Tamsy was now stationed at your collarbones, continuing his kisses, you whimpered against his touch.

As tamsy was marking you up you felt the familiar pain of his nails into your ribs, a very sensitive part of the human body. Tamsy was scratching you, it sent butterflies to your stomach immediately, a muffled moan leaving your mouth as you tried to hide your feelings towards his actions of sadism. Tamsy smiled against your skin before resuming his kissing, only this time his hands moved to cup your chest, you gasped as you felt the tip of tamsys nail over your nipple.

"Oh,, tamsy..." You moaned as tamsy circled around your nipple with his nail, pressing into you slightly so you could feel the point. "You like that?" Tamsy whispered into your ear, starting to press down even harder into your nipple; your knees practically buckling. "Yes, oh yes", you threw your head back into the door, loving the sensations tamsy was giving you.

Just as you really began to feel tamsys touch on your chest he removed his hands, you whined in frustration. Tamsy moved his hands to your waist, then your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto him tightly, heart beating out of your chest. Tamsy removed the two of you from the door, now laying you down onto his plush bed with him looming over you. Your legs were over tamsys hips as you laid on your back, tamsy sat up, reaching behind his head to undo the clip that was holding his blonde hair back, it fell like a beautiful wave. You would be lying if you said it wasnt attractive, it got even better because after he took his hair down his shirt came with it.

Tamsy slipped out of his turtle neck, his pink scars on perfect display. A pit formed in your stomach, you were aroused and also anxious, a cautious mix. Tamsy looked down at you and smirked, liking the way you looked laid down on his bed messy and disheveled.

Tamsy resumed pinning you down, "yknow, i do believe its unfair for just me to be half dressed, hm?" Tamsy hummed, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. You nodded, too flustered to talk, you felt tamsys hands slowly make their way up your torso, slidng your shirt off with it. He allowed you take it off over head, tossing it on the floor. Tamsy stared in awe at your chest, staring especially at the red and irritated ring around your nipple from earlier.

"I always thought you had the most beautiful body" his hands ran down your sides slowly, a feather like softness to them. "Youre so perfet, a meer painted picture" you blushed hard, "i can only imagine how youll look covered in scratches.." Tamsy whispered, leaving almost harsh scratch marks against your skin, leaving a trail of pinked skin behind. Your stomach churned, wanting more of his painful actions.

Tamsys hands reached your waistband, it was an easy removal of your clothing to expose your panties. "Beautiful..." Tamsy leaned towards your face and gave you a long and lingering kiss, just as his hand slipped into the side of your panties. You whimpered, not expecting his cold hands on your soaked lips. Tamsy massaged your entrance for a while before slipping his fingers inside while simultaneously bitng down on your shoulder til you bled, a weird mix of feelings bubbled up inside of you as you moaned his name immediately; it was strange yet pleasurable.

Blood leaked and trailed down to your collarbone slowly, tamsy stared at the mark with a look of lust, licking up your bloodied shoulder as his fingers worked around inside of you. His tongue against your wound left a stinging sensation which only amplified your pleasure, you squirmed and moaned, clawing at tamsys back; hoping to add a few new scars.

Tamsys palm was against your clit as he fingered you, a knot forming in your stomach incredibly soon: Was it from just the fact you were having sex with tamsy? Or is it your newly found pleasure you get from the pain tamsy gives you? Your mind struggled to wander, focusing on tamsy as much as it could. You arched into his hand, feeling him hit a very pleasurable spot inside of you, a moan of his name echoed across the room. Tamsy took his other hand and cut you with nail, right on the top of your boob. You gasped, feeling his fingers stop was torture.

"Shh, or someones going to hear us..." Tamsys voice was smooth as he sat up, looking directly down as your face that was as red as your blood stained shoulder. He slowly started to move his fingers, "you look pretty there, taking me like this" you moaned, tugging at his hair causng tamsy to whimper quietly, losing his train of thought before regaining it, "hahh, yeah, so pretty beneath me... Covered in cuts ive done to you, it feels amazing doesnt it?" All you could muster up was constant moans of his tamsy, his words plaguing your mind.

"Its an act of love, im showng you how much i love you." His fingers quickened, his free hand dragging his nails slowly down your ribs to your lower stomach, his touch was soft your could still feel the tingling of his nails pressing into your skin. "Tamsy,, im, im so close!" You whimpered, hips bucking into his hand desperately as you pulled his hair. Tamsy lowered himself, his face pressing into the crook of your neck as he moaned, trying to hide how much he loved the way your were pulling his hair.

Tamsy bit into your neck in a way of trying to hide his moans, you came on his fingers right as he bit into you. You breathed heavily, jaw hung and your pussy leaked onto tamsys sheets. Tamsy slid his fingers out, removing his teeth from your neck also. Tamsy also had came, into his pants unfortunately, a wet mark right on the area of his crotch. "Youre amazing..." Tamsy kissed you softly before sitting straight up, looking down at the masterpiece he created. Tamsy stepped off the bed without a word and walked over to his bathroom, your eyes followed him carefully. He came back with a warm cloth, washed hands, and no pants on; he probably put them in a laundry hamper.

Tamsy cleaned you up gently, wiping away any cum and blood from your skin. He grabbed your panties from the ground and slipped them back onto you. "Youre a wonderful experience, my love" tamsy whispered, pulling you into an embrace as he threw the covers over the two of you. "You mean it?" You responded, nuzzling into tamsys warm chest, still feeling the excited beat of his heart. Tamsy hesitated for a moment,

"..yes, i mean it."

ahh first october fic, lowkey tamsy was into that hair pulling guys but he doesnt want us to know 🤫...

anyways ill probably post the next one friday, have a competition over the weekend, big bleh 🥱

[dollyslyfe]

Need a possessive obsessive loser taking over every aspect of my life tbh

[angstandyearning]

I want to bite you so badly, hear you whimper, feel you tense up as my teeth bare down into your skin, watch the bruises grow in size and number as I move to more and more sensitive areas.

It’s not cuteness aggression induced biting, it’s just aggression, you make me feral, you make control a foreign idea to me.

[peachyaftrdark]

Do I creep you out?

My house, my rules. || part 1 here!

a semester later..surprise surprise, the guy you tortured for sneaking into your house has the same class as you in college, and the teacher just paired you up for a group project.

cw: dacryphilia, oral (reader receiving), femdxm & sadistic reader, sub and maso character, humilation kinda, degrading, kinda brat taming

art credit: @pyanyasha on x

It's second semester now, and you just finally got that intruder off of your mind—after countless nights of tossing and turning, and setting paranoid traps around the house to catch him if he sneaks in whilst you slept. But he never did, not once.

You walk across the gravel of campus, it crunches under your shoe with a crackle; a comforting and familiar sound that somehow soothes your nerves. You look around, bushes and trees surrounding the pathways, and buildings scattered everywhere. It was a pretty school, and quite prestigious as well. simply said, you were proud to be admitted here.

Next class is... Marketing 101,

should be easy, right?

You step foot into the classroom and find a seat near the door, everyone else was here way too early; so all of the good seats were taken up already. You look at the big projector above the teachers desk, and take out the materials as written on the slideshow. A notebook and pencil lie flat on the table, and you find yourself taking out your pocket mirror to touch up some blemishes you knew you had on ur face. It's always essential to make a good impression. Finally, the teacher clears his throat, silencing the class, before teaching.

after minutes of taking quick notes, and learning a few of the basics, the teacher announces he is assigning duos for a presentation.

"adrian and kayla..[your name] and Luke..ella and"

You try to subtly look around the classroom, you didn't know a Luke that goes here...but your search suddenly comes to a halt once you see your home invader staring straight at you, his face propped up on his hand, the corners of his lips perked up in a smug smirk, and cheeks rosy.

Like you, he hasn't been able to stop thinking of you either, in a different way. That night for him was unforgettable. The cuts you left on him were his holy grail, they were a gift given from your blade, touched by your lips, and he was so proud of them. The one on his face left a scar that he'd rub whenever he felt agitated, and it'd instantly calm him down. Sweet, isn't it? but the scar on his hand is cherished for much more perverse reasons. Every time he looks at it his dick stirs and twitches in his pants. All he can remember is the feeling of your tongue reaching inside of him through broken skin, the sharp sting that made his head throb, everything you did that made him hot. He can't even jerk off to porn anymore, he can only get off to the thought of you, and his dick feels so much better when he strokes it with the hand you cut into.

Luke intentionally took this class, just to get more involved with your life from a distance—he didn't expect to actually interact with you, at least not yet. But it seems the stars have aligned in his favor yet again~

"Please take a seat next to your partners. these will be your new seats until we finish the project." The teacher bellows

Your heart drops, looking over your shoulder at him again, his expression changed—it makes you feel so much worse.

could he at least try not to seem excited?

a swarm of students then blind you. you're pretty sure nobody was sitting next to him, makes sense he has no friends. You slowly stand up from your seat, hesitantly making your way towards the back corner of the classroom. Each step you take is more nerve-wracking than the last, you could swear the world was crumbling under your feet—with the way you had trouble walking.

what kind of teacher even assigns seats in college?! You mentally cuss out your teacher.

after what feels like an eternity of mental gymnastics, you finally make it to the seat next to him. You know there's nothing you can do now, so you just pray that he's at least a little bit normal... you finally turn your gaze towards him, and to your surprise, he's just looking at the teacher as he talks, not batting an eye at your presence. You almost let out a sigh as your muscles relax, fortunately catching yourself before causing a scene, and take the chance to get a good look at the guy. The dim lighting of your basement wasn't doing him any favors, and the fluorescent lights of your college classroom doesn't help either, but he isn't that Bad looking all in all. He had an adorable yet mysterious demeanor about him; his facial features were cute, but the way he acted was unusual, he's quiet and shy—which you appreciate of course. you notice the scar on his face

oh fuck. that was 'cause of me wasn't it.

The cut didn't look Bad on him though, it kind of suited him. You feel your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment of kissing him and everything that happened that night. why did it have to be a cute guy who you tortured? even though.. somehow he's more attractive beaten up and bruised.

"…class is dismissed."

You quickly stand up, wanting to avoid any confrontation, but it's too late. As you walk away, you feel a hand grip your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You turn around and see Luke staring you down. You shake off his hand and cross your arms.

"yes?.." you mutter.

"Uh, can i get your number?" he stares at you blankly for a moment until he notices how your face contorts in disgust, "Ah—it's so we can communicate for the project.. i won't bother you..." his voice shakes, he seems more scared than you, which gives you some comfort, turns out he's learned his lesson! although unbeknownst to you, it's the opposite. he's so fucking excited, the moment he smelt your perfume once you sat next to him he was immediately bricked…he just can't risk fucking up now.

"...alright, My number is (xxx)-xxx-xxxx"

ding!

you receive a notification from a random number, you assume that's him.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: yo

"thanks.. see ya." he rushes out the classroom, leaving you in disbelief. this is so wrong.

After a long and grueling schoolday you finally return home and make time to go through your socials..but your precious alone time is ruined when a certain someone texts you.

luke: what were u thinking we should do for the project

oh my god bruh

you: i was thinking we could split up the work cus we'll finish quicker that way

luke: good idea

uh

you: ?

what is it

luke: can we meet up tmrw

you: k

come to my house at 7 pm

luke: uh

you: you already know where i live

luke: yeah.. ok

as afraid of your home intruder as you are, he's not all that intimidating once you see him out in daylight, and hes already been in your house before, more so be tortured in it.

You put on a cute outfit you picked out the day before, you even ironed it. Youre unsure why you want to impress the guy so much, but every time you think of him your stomach twists—you don't know if it's in disgust or attraction, all you know is the thought of him seeing you look like a slob sends shivers down your spine, so it's better to just look nice. Finally, you hear a knock at the door. You take a quick look in the mirror before opening the door. he stands there starstruck for a moment before coming in, he looks you up and down, blood already starts to rush up to his cheeks, he doesn't know if he'll make it through tonight without bursting. Alas, he follows you to your room. His heart feels like it's about to burst out of his chest, he's seen your room from your window many times—but it's so much different to stand in it, to smell it. his eyes dart around your room almost anxiously, storing every detail of it in his mind.

"so.." you break the silence, and he quickly looks over at you, batting his lashes for a moment before swallowing his nerves.

"uh-sorry, where should i sit?"

hes actually more polite and soft-spoken than you thought.

"just come sit on my bed with me, it's big enough for the both of us."

his eyes widen before he regains his composure.

"sure."

You both get to working on the project separately on your laptops, but you can't shake off what's on your mind..

"im sorry to ask this but.. can we talk about.. you know."

the room is silent for a minute, he looks like he's trying to come up with something to say, but resorts to:

"I don't know what youre talking about."

You clench your fists. he just turns back to his computer, the room echos with sounds of a clacking keyboard.

seriously?!!

"oh, im sure you do." you grab his face and force him to face you, stopping him in his tracks, "how else would you have gotten this?"

You slide your finger across the scar on his face, his breath hitches.

"..what even is there to talk about?" he swats your hand away, the contact makes his mouth dry and stomach swirl—but he can't let you know that. if you knew how obsessed he was, you'd for sure make him leave.

you scoff at his actions, he's not so polite anymore. looks can be deceiving.

"are you serious? You broke into my fucking house!"

you try to make eye contact with him, but he refuses to look at you, even when you move your head in front of his face; he just turns the other way. you let out a sharp exhale, and lean back against the headboard, crossing your arms.

"Youre not gonna look at me? remember where that got you last time?" you hiss, clicking your tongue. his ears turn red, excitement building up in his core.

"let's just get back to work—"

"then you ended up all pathetic and weak for me on the ground, you remember that? your raging boner?" you spit, animosity clear in your tone. Youre starting to get sick of his shit.

"AND you lied to me! you're not some spy youre just a random guy that goes to the same college as me! lying about something that dumb is some weird shit."

The excitement in his core churns into something else... he clears his suddenly dry throat.

"j-just shut up [your name]." he growls, trying to defend himself—but it's weak.

"oh but you don't really mean that do you? Youre probably getting off on this! You perv!" you reach over to prove your point, and slam your hand on his lap. there it was, his boner. again. He lets out a strangled whine at how hard you slapped it.

"Youre such a—hng—bitch!" he chokes out, his face is almost completely red now, his head instinctively hangs lower, trying not to make eye contact with you. This isn't good, he didn't expect you to confront him.

"what? you don't like it anymore?" your hand rests on his lap, massaging his bulge through his jeans, "or are you too ashamed to admit that you broke into my house just to be a masochistic slut?" you whisper into his ear like a devil on his shoulder. his chest heaves as he holds in his whimpers, this feels wrong—for once in his life, it doesn't feel good to be humiliated, and you know that's exactly what he's thinking. But he likes your touch too much to pull away. the way you lick the shell of his ear as you degrade him sends chills down his spine, he's never felt as turned on and shameful as he does now. Your words hurt, they hurt him bad. you're the one thing in his life that gives him pleasure, and hearing that tone in your voice, that disgust, makes him want to puke.

"Youre not even gonna apologize to me? You know how much shit i went through after you scared me? just for a kick? you're a real creep."

"i-im sorry..." tears prick the corners of his eyes now. He's never considered himself emotional, but this is all too much—he's feeling too much all at once, and he feels helpless, nasty, worthless, and so excited. Hearing the sadness in his voice only spurs you on though. His lip trembles as you chuckle.

"You want me to accept that weak ass apology? you're such a loser. words are useless, prove to me that youre really sorry."

he feels feverish as you increase the pace of your rubbing, his hips jerking up into your hand. tears start to fall down his face. small "i'm sorry"'s and "please forgive me"'s spill from his lips as he sobs, occasionally letting out choked moans. He's fully succumbed to his emotions now, you feel prouder and more turned on, than ever. you use your other hand to wipe a couple tears from his face, and he turns to you, nose and cheeks adorably flushed pink. He looks nothing like that creep you once thought he was, i guess he's really sensitive when it comes to you. your thumb presses hard over his tip, his jeans turn a darker shade of blue from the pre-cum leaking out. The gnawing pressure of your thumb making more blood rush straight to his dick. he throws his head back and wails loudly, voice shaky as he pants.

"Youre not gonna cum in my bed now either, are you? maybe you don't even deserve to be touched like this."

"hah~p-please.. mommy..hic! I'm sorry" he puffs. Your ears turn red

mommy?!

"i..i said you have to prove it didn't i?" you smile. even though fat tears roll down his face, you know he adores the anguish.

Hes determined to make you forgive him now. He leans over, planting kisses along your neck with growing desperation.

"i'll make—hic! you feel so good..." he licks at your neck, making you shiver. His hand creeps up to your breast to subtly feel you up. He can't believe he's actually touching you like this. it's like a dream came true. his hand trails down your stomach to your sex, feeling your wetness through thin fabric. You can't help but shudder at his movements. He repositions himself in between your legs, his lips never leaving your neck. You can feel tears drip onto the already wet patches he left on your skin, and it gives you goosebumps; to know that you have this much power of his emotions. He hurriedly pulls down your pants and panties in one swift movement, letting your wetness be exposed to the cold air.

"L-Luke! what are you doing?"

"making it up to you." he sniffles, shifting himself downward. he rubs his nose into your clit, the contact lighting your core on fire. he takes a deep breath, his cheeks flush pink, and he almost sobs at your scent.

"Youre so perfect." he mutters into your hole, the vibrations making you whine.

without any warning, his tongue slides against your clit. he laps up your essence with fervor, causing your chest to heave.

"Fuck! luke!"

a tear rolls down his cheek as you call out his name, he wants to make you feel as good as possible, hear you say his name so sweetly again. He sucks on your bud, kissing and licking it like he's deathly ill and your liquid is the only cure. Your moans get louder as he sticks his tongue into your hole, and his hands come up to massage your thighs, spreading you open for more. he can't get enough of your sweet noises and nectar.

You grab a fistful of his hair as he pushes his face deeper into your pussy, he can't help but hump the bed once he feels the aching strain on his scalp—he is a masochist after all. He lets out a loud moan against your clit, and the vibrations send you off the edge.

"Luke..i-im! ugh!" Your whole body stiffens as you cum all over his face, throwing your head back in pleasure as your thighs clamp against his head painfully. he laps up your juices, not leaving a singular drop left. he slowly pushes himself up. the sight of his tear stained face, and his now slick nose, chin, and mouth, almost pushes you to a second orgasm. he's so fucking hot when he's desperate for you.

"... do you forgive me?" he chokes on his words, tears start to well up in his eyes again. You place your hand on the back of his head and gently push him forward so it rests on your chest. his arms come up to snake around your waist.

"I guess."

hi guys pls feel free to imagine luke as any character you want!! and tysm for reading!! pls give me ideas on what to do with this guy next! 😋

PSA: this is a work of fiction. pls do not attempt to do anything mentioned unless both parties consent and are mentally stable, consent is very attractive. and yall if You suspect someone is stalking You please call the police or tell someone You trust. life is not a fanfic unfortunately 😅 stay safe - peach <3

[loreleiloon]

"What are you doing with that?" Whumpee spins around, clutching the taser to their chest as they see Whumper standing in the doorway. Whumpee snuck in the "discipline room" when Whumper was out. Of course Whumper comes home early the only time Whumpee explored the house in their absence. "I, um, I just wanted to see if it hurts the same," they say quietly. Whumper leans against the doorframe, curious, "The same?" "Yeah, the same as when--" Whumpee bites off the word "--same as the other times, I guess." "Well, go ahead then," Whumper chuckles, smiling for the first time in months, "Now I want to see it, too..."

[the-black-manor]

That little whine men do when they're thrusting slowly with their whole length, where their breath hitches and their eyes close tight and you can tell they just feel so fucking good moving inside of you.

Bonus points is they're kissing you, too, and they whine into your mouth.

[hedonistichermit]

Aweh baby, are you struggling?

Is this all too much for you?

Just relax a little doll.

Hm?

I can’t understand a word you’re saying sweetness.

that gag sure makes it difficult, huh?

Are you relaxed? It’s still too big?

Poor thing.

You’ll be alright, just let this happen.

We’re not stopping til you’re good and full.