[violetsbody]

im vile and dead, so who’s gonna fuck me?

everything i write is fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only. no glorification or condoning of crimes is tolerated. this is a safe space for crazies and an unsafe space for the sensitive. please block if you are triggered by the topics of rape and death.

current hyperfixation is evan peters/AHS. requests are OPEN. rules below.

all evan gifs by Saint @evanheaven 🩷

most of what I do is simply unfiltered horny thoughts written down in the form of messy drabble/oneshots or vignettes/headcanons. i romanticize dark things but do not condone them IRL. this is partially a roleplay blog, where I will be playing the part of Violet’s Body. Tate hid me, go and ask him where. I love asks and requests and answering all of them cryptically.

as for requests, these are my rules.

i will write:

drabbles • headcanons • imagines • oneshots (<1k) • smut • fluff • angst • whump • crack • noncon • dubcon • most kinks (ask) • gore • some necro (ask) • some drug/alcohol use (ask) •

i will not write:

longfics • incest • pedophilia in any format • rpf • mlm • mpreg • pregnancy (ask) • zoophilia • politics or religion (ask) •

i reserve the right to refuse any requests for any reason, or backtrack on any of my established rules. in fact i break my own rules quite often. thanks for stopping by.

[violetsbody]

a little help from my friend - malcolm gallant x f!reader

smut. dubcon (sorta..). reluctant assisted masturbation. thigh riding. every day I mourn that Malcolm is gay but not gay for me.

“no. nope. No fucking way.” Malcom’s lip curls into a disgusted sneer as he stares at you. “I shouldn’t even be here— fuck.”

“Please! Dammit, malcolm, I’ll do anything,” you beg, standing up from the bed. He walked in on you desperately trying to get yourself off on your fingers, tension built up from months without real sex. Worse, the most embarrassing thing was that you were still entirely horny even after being caught. “You don’t have to fuck me, just— help. Please.” You notice his breath hitch and you add, “it’s not like we can get in trouble for jerking off down here, those bitches in charge probably do it too.”

malcolm blinks. his eyes are so big and dark and glittery. and so fucking hot, but he’s been your gay best friend since childhood, it wasn’t like he was about to throw away his whole sexuality to get you off. ‘As a friend.’

But maybe he could do a little. To help. As a friend.

it’s clear he’s fighting himself when he finally drops his arms and kicks the door shut behind him with a sigh. “Fuck you,” he says softly, a tone that’s actually much kinder than it sounds because you know him so well. he’s happy to help. despite acting like a bitch about it. he takes off his jacket and makes triple sure the door is locked before he jerks his head sideways, saying, “I need to be in the chair, take your pants off.”

you don’t need to be told twice. you leap up from the bed and rush to take your pants off, panties soaked from your earlier coaxing, and you’re tempted to take them off too, but you don’t know what Malcolm even has planned. You look at him with those pleading eyes and he rolls his own, groaning. “fuck, you are always so needy. Take ‘em off and get the fuck over here already.”

you obey without question, watching him fiddle with his trouser buttons, and his eyes fall onto you, half lidded in clear annoyance. “I only do this shit for you, ya know,” he snaps. “also I am not letting you stain my designer pair of these.”

You beam at him, heart racing while your core heats up being half nude in front of your friend. he smiles smally and lets his pants drop to his knees before he sits down and pats his lap twice. “C’mon,” he urges. “I’m not your hooker, hurry up.”

you close the space between you and confusedly stand still in front of him, yelping in surprise when he grumbles and yanks you forward by the hips until your straddling his thigh, then pushes you to sit on it. “maybe you should be paying me by the hour…” he jokes quietly, his hands firm on your body.

you barely hear him, still trying to process the fact that you’re riding your best friend’s naked thigh. the heat of his skin against your slick cunt after literal months of zero sexual contact with anyone is indescribable. you hand instantly finds his shoulder to steady yourself, and he looks up at you with a smirk, like this is the most normal thing in the world for a couple of friends to do. “okay,” he starts, lifting his leg and you gasp sharply as you feel his muscular thigh flex against your spread cunt. “grind on me.”

“what?” you’re already breathless, dammit. Malcolm rolls his eyes again, letting out a low moan of irritation that only manages to make you wetter. he bounces his leg under you and you feel a flutter in your walls, trying to clench down around nothing.

“are you stupid, bitch?” he huffs. “I’m helping you. would you rather go fuck yourself on a pillow? grind. on. me.”

it’s crazy, and maybe this is why you’ve stayed friends with such an asshole all these years, but the sound of him berating you is like music. his voice is so buttery, so warm and sweet and laced with a poisonous edge you want to just drink it up.

so after just a second more of surprised hesitation, you obey. Hands on his shoulders to keep balance, you move backward before slowly pushing forward again, dragging your open cunt over the expanse of his lap. his thigh flexes beneath you, a firm and steady base to balance on, and you suck in a breath as you start a rhythm fucking yourself on his leg. you feel like a dog in heat, humping Malcolm with abandon while he rolls his eyes and tries to ignore your tiny sounds.

“Oh my GAWD, you’re obnoxious, you probably got no dick even before we ended up here, huh?” he teases you, only half serious. your hips stutter as you glare at him and he quirks a brow. “damn, okay, defiant, too. y’know what, honey? I don’t have time for this, so—”

“no, Malcolm, I’m sorry, don’t—!” you stammer to try and convince him to stay, but he’s not getting up. instead, your whole body arches as you feel his bejeweled hands come up to rest on your bare ass, gripping the flesh and yanking your forward. you gasp as your pussy slides across his flexed leg, making an audible slick sound, and your palm smacks over your gaping mouth as he fucks you on his thigh. his hands are strong, and so fucking soft, the cold metal of his rings digging brutally into your skin as he moves you up and down across his leg. you let out a little moan against your skin as the pressure starts to build in your core, heat flooding your womb.

“there ya go, bitch,” he smirks as you start to lose it, head falling back and hips moving with his urging hands. your cunt pulses and clenches down around nothing as you pick up speed, panting as you fuck yourself hard on his thigh. his muscle flexes again, knee lifting to grind up into your pussy and you keen at the sensation. your orgasm is a throbbing, messy crest of pleasure as you cry into your own palm and Malcolm shushes you in a hushed tone. you wish he’d praise you instead of telling you to shut the fuck up, but you’re desperate and you’ll take what you can get.

when you finally let him stand, still reeling from your release, he wipes his leg clean with a wet wipe and scolds you, “next time do it yourself like a man.”

you resist the urge to reach down and start trying for another one right now with the thought of what he just did for you… “I could suck you off in exchange,” you offer bluntly.

Malcolm stops before leaving, turning to face you and you think you may have convinced him with a fair trade. but he squints in disbelief and scoffs, “suck me off? oh honey, you wish.”

you do wish, though. you really do.

[violetsbody]

he likes it when you fight…

“no, no, no…” the sounds of your weak, unenthusiastic cries of protest came out in ragged moans in time with his rough thrusts. his cock felt so big inside you; impossibly so as you were pinned against the floor, legs bouncing, hooked around his hips. your hands scrabbled at his back, clawing deep into his flesh to leave red lines all the way down his spine.

he panted, his face scrunched up in concentration and something bordering on rage. “no, dammit, I want you to really fight me,” he snarled, thrusting particularly hard to make you squeak.

you stared up at him with big, confused eyes. “but you— you feel so good, baby,” you begged, rocking your hips up to meet his thrust. his eyes flashed dangerously and he grabbed you by the throat, hard. he yanked you up and off his cock, standing and dragging you with him all in one motion. you choked, loud and sudden as your hands flew to where he was cutting off your air.

“yeah?” he growled, throwing you against the wall before grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. “if you like me being rough so much, then I’ll stop holding back…” you blinked, shock and fear paralyzing you as he spread your legs and lined himself up again, holding you against the wall. the thick, hot head of his cock met your clit before dragging down to your dripping hole, and he slammed back inside.

you couldn’t help the scream that left you as he filled you like he’d never done before. every nerve ending lit up as his fat cock filled you entirely in a second. you could feel his veins standing out all along his thick, throbbing shaft as he pumped it in and out of you, still holding you against the wall, legs spread and pinned, your asshole puckering against the air.

“ah—! hu-hurts,” you cried out as his thrusts grew even more violent. he moaned and crushed you harder against the wall, his teeth finding your shoulder to bite down. hard. blood welled beneath the surface until his canines pierced the skin and sharp pain ripped through you. “s-STOP!” you wailed, cunt throbbing and aching as it was stretched so brutally around him, legs flexing but helpless. Your hands found his back again, this time digging into the skin in a petty attempt to hurt him and get his attention. “fuck—! p-please, oh fuck— stop,” you begged, big loud sobs that made him fuck you harder.

“good girl,” he groaned as his thrusts quickened and you felt something tear inside you as he rushed to reach his release, balls smacking your taut ass before drawing up as he pressed you flat against the wall. you sobbed wretchedly as his sweaty body wrapped around you and he pumped himself empty inside your womb. “that’s what I wanted,” he sighed when your claws weakened and finally fell away as you gasped for air.

[ghostunderstairs]

where are the ahs fanfics people!?! There's barely anything on ao3 😭

[violetsbody]

It’s so funny to see these siblings @kai-is-not-here and @winter-ad-mortem calling me ‘Violet’ and inferring I take sides as if I am still her.

I am Violet’s body. I have no mind or voice or soul to choose anything.

the thing I still have, however is this body: cold and limp. Do either of you have any use for it?

[winter-ad-mortem]

oh!! how rude of us. of course, violet's body, duh.

i would tuck it into bed and be friends with it (:

as for Kai......he is gross and would probably hurt her body.

[kai-is-not-here]

You both are disgusting if you're insinuating something. Yes, I love violence and killing people and mutilating their corpses but......oh wait. I guess I would.

Winter, if you bring it home I'm going to cuddle with it. Wouldn't that be so cute?

[violetsbody]

Wouldn’t it just.

[violetsbody]

My inbox is sooo empty, someone should really come and stuff it full against my will 😩

[violetsbody]

you just look so pretty when you sleep.

he couldn’t help it. he loaded your glass with sleeping pills— enough to cause a bad reaction, but he wasn’t concerned about tomorrow morning and the side effects. all he wanted was to make sure you’d stay sleeping when he came to your room tonight.

and sure enough when he walks in, you’re out cold. it’s like you knew he’d be there tonight, your limbs splayed out, head on the pillow and hair mussed from your rough collapse. he’s on you in an instant, fingers slipping into your waistband as he knees your legs apart and slots himself between your thighs.

you’re like a ragdoll. like a corpse. unmoving, limp in his arms, pliable under his touch. he maneuvers you to lie on your back, prone and legs spread wide to let him in. you must be having a wet dream, you’re already slick when he forces himself inside with a low groan. your muscles try to flex— try to push him out, but your chemical-flooded body only tenses and releases again, clenching around his thick shaft.

he fucks you rough and brutal, tiny whimpers and unconscious sounds knocked from your chest with every thrust. your eyes, closed and peaceful, dance behind your eyelids. he wonders what you’re dreaming about.

your head jostles violently on your neck as he fucks up into your squeezing cunt, his breathing heavy and thrusts staggering. your swollen pussy swallows every inch as he buries himself to the hilt and grunts as he fills you. when he finally pulls back, he smirks at your fat cunt leaking his white spend, dribbling down your ass.

leaning forward, he props your legs up on his shoulders, your body yielding to his prodding, and closes his lips around your gaping hole. your cunt clenches around his tongue as he works at your walls, licking every drop of his own seed out of your pocket. he moans a little as he feels your hips instinctively buck, his nose brushing your clit as he sucks harder, rutting his face into your pussy. your thighs shudder like they want to close around his head but your body stays limp, the only signs of life your rising chest and soft, sleepy whimpers.

he feels you cum with a hot spray down his throat, and he drinks that too, before licking you clean and sitting back up. he carefully slides your panties back on, and reapplies your blanket atop you, smiling in satisfaction at his inconspicuous handiwork. he leaves your room silently, and with any luck, you’d wake tomorrow and think all of this was just a dream.

[violetsbody]

pointy things - kai anderson x female reader

smut. noncon. knifeplay. oral m!receiving. for the insatiable @sempiternalbeauty you are a lovely one my beauty

“shut the fuck up.” the command is punctuated by a swift kick in the gut, not enough to cause internal bleeding but fuck did it hurt. you gag for air, blinking stars out of your vision as you try and comprehend the swelling pain below your lungs, wind knocked right from your body. your back arches slightly, your bound arms flexing above your head as Kai smirks, his dark eyes wandering over your writhing body. “you look pretty doing that,” he muses, half under his breath almost as if speaking to himself.

you whimper inadvertently as he crouches low to lean in, his face inches from yours as he mutters in a low tone, “let’s see what else makes you squirm, hm?” he ignores you shaking your head, grabbing you hard by the throat and dragging you forward, licking a hot stripe up the side of your sweat-beaded face. Kai rumbles in satisfaction, “fear tastes good on you, lamb.” you just whimper again, shutting your eyes before a harsh slap rings out, stinging the wet spot across your cheek. “fucking answer me, bitch!” Kai snarls. he grabs a handful of your hair and wrenches your head back, and your mouth falls open in a silent scream of agony. he scoffs, “so first I couldn’t get you to shut the fuck up and now you won’t talk?” he thinks for a long moment before dropping your head. “guess I’ll have to find something else to do with that mouth of yours…” you try to scramble backward as he straightens and digs in his back pocket, fetching a wicked electric blue butterfly knife to toy with. the blade dances between his fingers like he was born to wield it, before it lands in his palm and he holds it under your chin casually, still standing in front of you.

his crotch is painfully close to your head and your eyes flick down to it before becoming starkly aware of the blade touching the front of your throat and you swallow hard, looking up. Kai mutters, “open.” you just stare at him, fear making your belly twist. Oh fuck, please don’t throw up, your mind begs, eyes threatening to close to try and block it all out again. “are you dumb?” Kai hisses, moving forward hard and fast to lay the knife flat against your neck. your chest lets out a tiny, terrified moan and you swear his pants bulge a little at the sound. “I guess I have to treat you like the fucking animal you are to get anywhere,” he continues, moving his foot to wedge his boot between your clenched legs, kicking to force it up against your cunt. he grinds his toe into your clit and you whine. “open your mouth, you stupid. fucking. bitch.” every word is punctuated by a hard grind of his steel toe against your throbbing pussy, tears welling in your eyes as your heart races. almost blind through the tears, you fearfully part your lips, yelping when Kai grabs your jaw so you can’t close it again, and spits down your throat.

you gag slightly but his broad hand planted on your jaw forces you to weakly swallow, eyes watering even more. the knife finally falls away from your throat and you gasp, feeling like you can breathe again. but Kai is already replacing the threat of his blade with something else, unbuckling his belt with agonizing slowness. you take short, weak breaths, eyes widening in horror as he fishes himself from his pants with a low groan, his massive cock springing free to bounce in front of your face. a smile breaks our over Kai’s features, almost boyish under the murderous expression. “okay, little lamb. let’s see if you can get it on the first try this time,” he cooes, stroking himself once before grabbing hold of the rope suspending your arms and lining his cock up with your lips. “open up.” his eyes darken when you don’t immediately comply and he adds, “now.”

you sob as you obey, the lingering pain in your gut reminding you of your fate if you resist. the smell of him— strong cologne, almost suffocating, hair products and stale sweat — makes your mouth water in spite of the situation. you cunt still aches from his cruel treatment, heart battering your ribs as Kai steps closer, laying the fat head of his cock on your tongue and purring, “atta girl…” your lips twitch around him as he slowly eases himself further into your mouth, sucking obediently, almost instinctive, as he fills up the space between your teeth. and then, his big hands falling to either side of your head, he bottoms out.

you let out a horrible retch as Kai’s thick shaft slides down your slick throat, sheathing himself inside in an instant and letting out a dramatically loud groan. his voice wavers as he presses your face as hard as possible into his groin, your nose buried in his scraggly bush— big surprise, it’s not bright blue. you gag weakly around the intrusion, tears blooming in your eyes as you struggle for air, Kai’s fingers threading through your scalp. “ohh fuck,” he whispers, pulling out with an awful schlick sound as you gasp desperately for a breath of fresh air before he shoves himself back in. Your teeth graze the underside of his shaft and the thick vein running underneath the hot skin, and Kai hisses, his eyes screwed shut as he begins to fuck your face with abandon. “dumb bitch,” he pants, his blue hair falling into his face and sticking to his forehead as his nails dig into your skull. you drool and retch weakly around his thick shaft, eyes rolling back in your head as he ruins you. “this is all whores like you are good for,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as you feel his rhythm faltering, cock twitching on your tongue. “a set of holes to be used— and fucked— and bred… till you only know the words ‘yes divine ruler’— ohh fuck, yes,” he rambles, bending until he’s half folded over your weak body, his hands firmly on your head, holding you against his taut belly as his balls draw up against your chin. “this is where you belong,” he growls, his hips stuttering as he buries himself inside you. “take it all— fucking take it, you dumb whore.”

you feel the first hot spray of his load hit the back of your throat and you swallow it dutifully, your throat working desperately around him, chest burning for air you can’t have, belly swelling with his seed as he lets out a strangled sound at his release. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbles, milking himself with weak thrusts against your face as he comes down from his high. you swallow it all down until you can’t anymore, limbs going limp as he finally pulls out and cups your face in his hands, your lips parted dumbly as a lewd combination of drool and his cum dribble down your chin. Kai hums softly, his eyes half lidded as he leans down to lick the mess from your face, dragging his hot tongue up until he can jam it down your throat, sucking your face for a second before breaking it off with a harsh exhale. “you did good for a talkative bitch,” he praises gently, slapping your cheek just enough to wake you up again. “you’ll get better at being a fleshlight for me, don’t worry. we can practice every night,” he promises with an evil grin. “does that sound fun?” he prompts. “and I can find more pointy things to poke you with?”

your head lolls back and a drunken sort of buzz flutters up from your untouched cunt to make your head swim, and you swallow hard, mewling, “yes, divine ruler.”

[violetsbody]

i heard you need a twisted individual?

oh my beautiful individual, I would love to write something twisted for you. tell me, what would keep you up at night?

thanks so much for your twisted support of my darkness. ♡

[violetsbody]

imagine Colin Zabel 🍇 …

he didn’t plan this, he would never plan anything like this. it just kind of happened when you both got too drunk to see straight and end up staggering to the bathroom together

he locks the door behind you, murmuring nervously as he gets close enough to drag you into a messy, wet kiss, grinding himself against you in an attempt to be close

when you refuse, he implements the strength he so seldom uses, ragdolling you up and onto the bathroom counter, forcing himself between your legs

when he sinks inside, the world goes quiet, but then he’s moving and talking. A lot

“m’sorry, so fucking sorry, fuck, you feel so good,” he sobs his apologies into your neck as he fucks you hard, drunkenness making your head spin as Colin’s hands wander over your body

the way you beg him to stop only makes him cry and rut harder, promising he’ll be done soon, he swears it, he just needs a little longer

Colin tells you how much he loves you when he finally fills you up, pulling you flush against him and holding you there for a long time, begging you not to leave him after this.

[violetsbody]

Having messy sex with Austin sommers after drinking off people's blood 🥹🖤

you get me, dear reader. thanks for being my first real request. you can find your messy, badly written gift here.

thanks for stopping, doll ♡

[violetsbody]

messy - austin sommers x vampire reader

smut. messy car sex. short drabble. tw blood. requested by the beautiful @xrag-dollx thx for being my first official request doll

“Austin— fuck!” You can’t breathe. Your head is swimming with the scent of freshly spilled blood, the taste of it hot and strong on your tongue as Austin attacks your mouth with another rough kiss, smearing the remnants of your shared dinner across your faces. Your palm connects with his chest and he finally pulls back, heaving and growling as he stares at you with a hungry gaze.

“You okay?” he asks in a huff, blinking slowly. His tongue darts out to lick at the dark blood trickling down his chin. “I hurtcha?” your legs akimbo on either side of his waist, his hips slotted snug between your thighs, you feel his growing bulge hot and heavy against your mound.

“no, just— are we really doing this here? In the car?” you ask in a hiss, embarrassment making your chest flame. Austin grins at your words, at your tone, his eyes still drunk off the blood, his heart probably battering around in his chest like a wild bird. his hands inch upward to roughly shove your shirt up over your breasts and he chuckles, bringing his face down to bury his bloody face between them.

“no better place, doll,” he mutters against your skin. You gasp when you feel it: his fangs grazing the sensitive flesh of your chest. he kneads at your breasts, threatening to bite down but never truly, tongue soothing the spots his teeth snapped against. you yelp as he’s suddenly up again, lifting your hips and flipping your skirt upward, dragging your panties to the side. your hands fly out to try and catch yourself, but the backseat is so cramped all you can do is wince as austin drags you forward, keeping you on your back. your eyes widen as he fishes his cock from his designer pants, spitting into his palm and stroking himself with the lewd mixture of saliva and blood.

his cock glistens in the remnants of moonlight filtered through the car window, and his pale hands come down hard to your thighs again, spreading you wide as he lines himself up. his eyes lock onto yours and he pants wordlessly as you blink— it’s all said without speaking, how ready you are for him, how desperately he wants this. how you’re okay with him hurting you to get it, if it comes to that. The thick head of his cock pops between your folds and Austin’s lost. groaning, a drunken smile spreading over his sharp features, he sinks inside, filling you up.

“ohh… fuck,” you exhale as he bottoms out, shutting your eyes as Austin lays his face in the crook of your neck, panting. his back flexes under your hands as he lets you adjust to his size before starting to move. his sounds are loud and obnoxious— just like him. He laughs and moans and snarls as he pumps into you, your cunt squeezing desperately around him every time he threatens to pull too far out. the lingering taste of blood in your mouth and the sensation of it filling your stomach makes you hot, and wet. you feel yourself growing slicker around Austin, soon the car filled with obscene sounds.

You selfishly love how thin your boyfriend has stayed no matter how much blood he drinks… your hands wander from his back down to his abdomen and you stroke the lithe, jumping muscles there, listening to him purr like the kitten he is. all while rutting into you like a feral dog. your hands slip further down until they reach the space where your bodies connect, slick and hot to the touch. austin growls at the feeling of you threading your fingers through his bush, a ring of creamy white muddled with red blood around the base of his cock as he plows into you.

you feel Austin’s tongue lolling out to lick a hot stripe up your sweaty neck as he murmurs more disgusting profanities in your ear. then he bites down. you feel his teeth prick the flesh of your throat, that feeling when you know he won’t kill you— but he could. your back arches as you let out a keening wail, clawing at the back of his neck, mussing his perfect hair as you cum hard around his shaft. his breath catches against your neck as you feel him twitch inside, stilling for a moment before he comes with a sob. he pumps you full, fucking his spend deeper as some spills out around his fat cock, his balls and your ass now covered in the mess of your combined fluids.

austin lets out a sigh that sounds more like a bark, leaning back to look down at you and smirk crookedly, his eyes even more glassy since you first downed a few pints of blood that evening. you look back up at him, abashedly wiping some smeared crimson from your cheek and he grabs your wrist, pinning it on the seat above your head, clicking his tongue in soft disapproval. he leans down and lays his tongue flat across your skin and drags it upwards, suckling until the stain is gone. pulling back, a strand of thick spit still connecting your face to his lips, Austin rumbles, “Don’t worry…” Startling you to yelp, Austin hikes your knees up over his elbows to bring your dripping cunt right up to his mouth, licking his lips. “I’ll clean up the mess.”

[violetsbody]

imagine soft sex with Kyle Spencer … ft. dacryphilia 💧

he’s hesitant, you don’t understand why- he’s a frat boy, he’s probably been with hundreds of girls by now…

you have to push him to do anything, the alcohol has at least loosened him up to some degree enough to let you drag him into a room with a locking door

he doesn’t let you take his clothes off, he hides his eyes when you strip, urging him to get on the bed. he climbs up, but even drunk out of his mind, he insists on being on top

his breathing is shallow, eyes blown wide as he sinks inside, his messy golden hair falling into his black eyes, a soft whimper leaving his broad chest when he bottoms out

he doesn’t touch you at first, just braces his arms above you and falls into a steady rhythm, thumb finding your clit to get you off as many times as he can while he fucks into you

tears fall and land on your face as he holds himself up, shutting his eyes, shame making his cheeks red, quiet sobs racking his shoulders

when he finally buries himself inside you and cums, he lets out a broken wail, soaking your collarbone with hot tears. he cleans you up afterwards and makes sure you’re okay, and never calls you again

[violetsbody]

imagine soft sex with Tate Langdon … ft. dacryphilia 💧

his eyes fluttery and half lidded as he comes down from a cocaine induced high, his hands wandering gently down your body, slipping under clothes

the two of you fall into bed and into each other’s arms like you were made for it, Tate’s breathing heavy and uneven, hair drifting into his eyes as he grinds against your thigh almost mindlessly

he whines when he’s finally in, burying his face in your shoulder as he wraps you in a bear hug, thrusting weakly as his limbs shake

the way his breath catches when you thread your fingers in his hair, your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper

“don’t leave me, don’t ever leave me…” he begs as he fucks you, tears soaking your neck, voice unsteady

the way his arms wobble with the weight of holding himself above you, finally collapsing to rest his weight on your body, still sobbing gently

you shush him but he just keeps crying, murmuring nonsensical things into your neck as he weakly grinds inside you until he drifts into a fitful sleep

[violetsbody]

imagine Kai Anderson 🍇 …

he doesn’t take no for an answer, and he doesn’t ask twice. the first time he tells you to get on the bed for him is the last time.

it’s ritualistic, the way he sheds his robe and crawls on top of you, splaying your limbs and holding them down so he can have full access to your body

the way your crying makes him rage, slapping you hard and watching the hot mark bloom across your skin before he grabs you by the throat and holds you there

small reassurances as he lines himself up, hot in your ear, “you’re meant for this, lamb. just let me in… let it happen…”

the way he’s nothing near gentle when he finally bottoms out, his thrusts rough and cruel, like he’s trying to hurt you, hips snapping violently against yours

his grunts in your ear as his blue hair clings to his sweaty face, eyes screwed shut as he soaks up the sounds of you sobbing under him, his favorite sound in the world

the way his praise is dark with threat as he finally reaches his climax and forces you to take everything. his promise to make you a mother as he drags his palm down your swollen belly

[violetsbody]

imagine Tate Langdon 🍇 …

he would be sweet, at first. convince you this was your idea— that you wanted this.

his touch is soft as he pushes you down onto the bed, muscles straining from holding back… pulling your clothes off as he tries to slow his breathing.

as soon as you start to cry, there’s no stopping him, he forces himself inside you and runs his nails down your skin to leave red welts that burn.

the way he groans the louder you scream, he praises you quietly, “taking me so well, baby. such a good girl…”

the way he slams harder into you the closer he gets— how much he loves to watch you writhe beneath him. he’ll even let you get a punch or two in, so it feels real.

the way he buries his fingers in your throat before he fills you up, head thrown back as he sobs his release.

he makes you hold him, comfort him, as he comes down from his high, shaky and teary-eyed. and of course you do, or he’ll hurt you worse.

[violetsbody]

imagine James Patrick March 🍇 …

the way he wouldn’t even need to try to toss you on the bed and tear the clothes off your body…

his trousers bulging at the sounds of your screams and pleas for mercy, your throat hoarse by the time he’s straddling you with his hands around your neck

holding you down with his big hands, mask restricting his breathing as he pants and mutters muffled threats in your ear…

the pride and surprise in his tone when he realizes you’re still awake after everything he’s done to you… “why darling, you’re just full of uses tonight, aren’t you?”

the way he wraps his fingers around your throat and squeezes until your eyes roll back in your head, reveling in the way your cunt clenches down around him when you can’t breath

his perfect hair all messy and stuck to his sweat-slicked forehead as he thrusts into you, losing track of time and rhythm the closer he gets to his peak

the way he praises you through your desperate sobs, his thumb on your clit to coax an orgasm out of your ruined cunt as he milks himself inside you