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  • there is another name to yoongi, the blonde-haired king with a thick and deep scar on the side of his face. people call him anger, because there’s so much in him that it could fill the whole world with hatred. yoongi hates so much that the mere implication of lashing out had became his passion, the only thing he knows how to do right. his hands are bloodied and rough, dirtied with the souls he has taken and never gave off a second chance. he’d learned to use those hands to rip people apart and build terror, but now as he holds jeongguk to his chest, fingers plastered wide and caring on his waist, yoongi realizes he doesn’t know who these hands belong to anymore.

    • os; 20k words; explicit
    • tags: daechwita; king yg; MCD!!!; strangers to lovers; violence; smut; fluff; they’re in love; prince jk

    link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/24648292?view_adult=true

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    “would you die for me?”

    “would you?”

    “especially me,” yunho grumbled in a low voice, barely heard.

    the longer you sat on his lap with your fingers tangled in his soft thick locks, the more you start to realise how strong your heart strings were tied to his. every second of every minute of every hour of every day, not once has he left your mind.

    despite the late nights where he’d come home bloodied and beat, he was still beautiful. your man. that was your man. you wouldn’t give him up for anything. and neither would he.

    “now answer my question- would you?” yunho lifted your chin up to look at him, lips barely apart as his eyes lingered all over your face.

    “my love, i’d do anything and everything for you. even if it meant dying.” you couldn’t help but throw in a sly smirk, bitting his lip in a sudden tease.

    with an almost animalistic growl, yunho flipped your body under his, arms pinned either side of you as his gold chain hovers from his neck over your chest. it was the mere moonlight that uncovered his naked skin, smooth naked skin you just couldn’t resist running your hands over.

    “that kind of hurt, you know?” well of course it would. biting yunho’s lip whenever he was close to you became a habit by now, you just couldn’t resist the temptation.

    “don’t act like you haven’t done worse to me with your mouth.”

    “well, wouldn’t you like to be reminded.”

    his lips. plump, soft, pink lips. every inch of your skin belonged to them. not a single place on your body was left cold and untouched.

    purple and red blotches inked the skin of your neck and hips. it was yunho’s proudest works as cliche as it sounds. but you knew to admire them with love.

    till death do you apart.

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  • All i wann do all day is reading mgk smut and writing mgk smut lol

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  • “I can’t believe I was ever better alone than risking hurting you.” Micah’s lips brushed against her skin, kissing the spots where the sun peaked in and danced across the smooth surface. “I never thought I would lose count of the nights I slept through the whole night, let alone nights free of flashbacks.” He hugged her slowly, pressing his palms into her skin and humming at the comfort he found in the familiar bumps of spine and rib that built Dakota’s loving frame. He never thought a person could be his safe space.

    #ship: taco con queso #smut#ish#bluchucs #//not a body ref for him #//he's no lean bean like that #tw: ptsd #tw: night terrors
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  • ANNOUNCEMENT

    I’ve changed my username to @ssin.ent now

    previously was: @sinfully-kpop

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  • Patrzę na dłonie we krwi, chyba ocierała sobie łzy.

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  • #smut#tom holland#harrison osterfield #tom holland smut #harrison osterfield smut #wet week
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  • Something You Should Know

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    Summary: Your boyfriend asks you to help teach one of his colleague’s a lesson and you agree reluctantly. He forget’s to mention one thing though, his colleague’s pretty hot. 

    Genre: smuT
    Pairing: boyfriend!Jaehyun x female Y/N x Johnny x (ft Yuta)
    Word count: 4.8k

    Warning: SMUT, cheating? if you read to the end it’s like pSyCH. handjob, oral sex (Jaehyun/Yuta/Y/N), teasing, ass sex? mindblank forgot the term, double penetration, sex, nipple teasing, humiliation, dirty talk.

    a/n: Hi, how has your day been? :)
    _____

    “What was that about?” You ask, your eyes still on the TV as Jaehyun falls back against the couch after a long call.

    “Just Johnny,” He sighs, ruffling a hand through his hair.

    “How’s he doing?”

    “Not bad, he just wanted to come round sometime soon to catch up with us.”

    “That sounds nice.” You hum, agreeing with the idea.

    The TV show continues, the tiny forms of pixel racing across the screen to produce one of your favourite movies you’d chosen to re-watch. It’s a lot harder to concentrate with Jaehyun beside you. His fingers restlessly tapping against your leg as his eyes are on trained on you instead.

    Finally, you cave in to his stare, “What?”

    He grins, reaching for the remote to pause the scene before talking, “Babe I have a favour to ask.”

    “What is it?”

    “Johnny’s been acting like a real jerk recently, thinking he can fuck anyone he wants including one of the managers at work.”

    “So?”

    “I was thinking,” he pauses, sitting cross legged on the couch and turning his body to face you, “Maybe it’d be fun to wind him up a little through the evening, like if you could openly flirt with him and leave him hanging then send him off.”

    The idea runs through your mind. “What? Why me?”

    “Because you’re hot.”

    You can’t help but laugh, “To you maybe.”

    “Are you kidding? Several of my mates say how lucky I am.”

    “Oh yeah, like who?” You question, suddenly very intrigued.

    “I’m not telling you that,” Jaehyun frowns in reply.

    You laugh at his pouting form, his dimples furrowing further into his cheeks as he keeps his gaze level with yours. You relax a little into the couch, thinking about his suggestion. “Are you sure about it?”

    “Yeah why not?” He crosses his arms, leaning back against the armrest, “It’s only a bit of fun, I just want to put him in his place, you don’t actually have to sleep with him.”

    Just for fun. Not actually doing anything physical.

    “Yeah okay, I’ll help.”

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  • Summary: Stydia smut; Lydia edging Stiles/being super sadistic

    TW: SMUT


    Stiles had approached Lydia about it one night. He’d been blunt with it and Lydia just looked at him narrowing her eyes and tilting her head confused.
    “You want me to edge you? Like sexually? Doesn’t that hurt?” Lydia looks worriedly and Stiles swallows nodding.
    “I want it to hurt.” Stiles assures her and Lydia’s face lights up.
    “Oh I can make it hurt.”

    It’s only two days later when Stiles finds himself at her house; alone with her and the array of ropes, handcuffs and whips she’d slowly been collecting. Stiles doesn’t look at everything laid out on her desk, just sitting on her bed and taking his shirt and pants off when she asks him too.
    “Do you really think you can take this? Are you serious Stiles?” Lydia huffs a laugh and Stiles looks helplessly at her as she grins down; he winces softly when her heel hits the soft flesh of the back of his knees.
    “Honestly Stiles you think you’d never kneeled in front of me before.” She kicks him slightly more forcefully and he straightens up from where she’d shoved him off her bed.


    “You’ll be good won’t you?” She smirks and Stiles nods as she traces her nails down his bare chest before digging them into the skin around his hips.
    “Do you want me to mark you like I did last time? You remember how shocked Scott was when he saw, at training? And Allison; did you know she asked me if I could teach her? That Scott wanted to be like you? So we have to show them don’t we? Show them how good you are at being my bitch right?” Lydia grips Stiles jaw in her hand grinning. Her free hand taps the bedpost and she watches as his eyes widen when she moves her free hand to wrap around his dick.
    “Awww were you expecting me to use my mouth? Do you really think I’d ruin my lipstick on your dick right away? The entire point of this is for you to hurt; for you to be pushed to the edge and pulled back as many times as I want.” She drags her nails softly against his shaft before pushing her hand roughly down so Stiles grinds into her hand.


    “Be careful about moving. Too much and it’ll be over and then you’d have to be punished.” Stiles nods. Lydia smirks and pulls her hand away.
    “You know; I’m thinking you can be edged four times; since it’s only our first time trying that; do you think that’s a good number? Hm Stiles?” Lydia laughs as she speaks her hand returning to his dick and Stiles moaning in surprise.
    “Are you going to answer?” She hisses and Stiles nods gasping when he can feel one of her nails brushing the tip of his dick.
    “Yes; four is good; four is good.” He groans grinding into her hand and she pulls away; he pants slightly frowning at her.
    “I wasn’t even close….”
    “Well I don’t know that, I’m not you. You need to be more vocal; there’s no one else here.” Lydia nods encouragingly and Stiles nods back before she moves her hands away carefully tying rope around his hands and wrists so they’re pushed behind him. She then ties this rope back to the bed so Stiles can’t move his arms as he kneels in front of the bed. Lydia grins crouching down slightly before nodding to the bed.


    “You can sit on it; I wouldn’t want you legs giving out and getting carpet burn; not yet anyways.” She grins and Stiles sighs, shaking slightly.
    “Aww you struggling already?”
    “A little; it’s already better than I thought.”
    “Oh?’ Lydia leans forward to kiss him and he can feel her grin after she bits his lip while her hand returns to his dick and he moans grinding into her hand.
    She pulls back only slightly sifting around so she’s now straddling him pressing him back onto the bed slightly; she can hear him groan, the strain on his arms growing as she grinds on his dick.


    “Does this feel good?” She smiles kissing him again and Stiles smirk when he hears her moan, he’d hissed in pain when she’d rubbed up on the tip of his dick, he knew she enjoyed his pain and that was probably why he was so in love with her. He wanted to be told what to do and when to do things and Lydia loved controlling him in this way, behind the scenes and purely something the both of them could enjoy in secret without shame between the other.

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    #stydia #stiles x lydia #stiles x lydia martin #lydia martin #lydia martin imagine #lydia martin x stiles #lydia x stiles #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wold request #dylan o'brien request #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #holland roden #holland roden imagine #written#smut
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  • NSFW ALPHABET|C.Collins

    Summary| The warlock with a high sex drive.

    Warnings!| SMUT 18+, abuse of power, dom/sub dynamics, Chase being Chase


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    Originally posted by qvicksilversass

    A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

    Chase is sweet after sex. He knows he wears you out so he’ll try his best to care for you. Since he’ll often use his powers, he can be exhausted sometimes too. He’ll run a nice bath for the two of you and make sure your nice and cleaned up for bed.

    B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

    You both absolutely adore each other’s highs. He loves being buried between your thighs giving you immense pleasure. You love riding his thighs and letting him listen to your moans.

    C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

    Chase likes cumming in you, no matter the time or place as long as he can watch his cum drop out of your cunt.

    D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

    He fantasizes about cutting you up, nothing serious.

    E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

    He’s very experienced. He’s a fucking warlock after all.

    F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

    You on top. He loves having you on top to make you think you’re in control.

    G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

    He’s not goofy during sex. He’s serious and straight to the point.

    H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

    He trims that’s really it. Nothing serious he hates the thought of shaving

    I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

    He can be romantic. Lighting candles and setting tables with his powers. Anything to make you end up in his bed.

    J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

    He has spied on you masturbating to help him get off. You’ve never caught him though.

    K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

    Consensual Non-Consent, he loves hearing you sound absolutely helpless as he buried deep in your cunt. Chase likes to cover your make to silence your screams as you beg for “help”.

    L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

    ANYWHERE

    M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

    You being absolutely submissive to him.

    N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

    Anything your not comfortable with. Say the word and it’s done.

    O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

    Since he loves seeing you submissive, he adores seeing you on your knees

    P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

    He’s fast and rough, he won’t care how you feel unless you express your pain/discomfort.

    Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

    Quickies keep him alive sometimes especially since you have things to do. Sometimes all he needs is a few minutes with your lips around his cock.

    R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

    He’s risky. When Chase first met your parents, that same night he fucked you in the bathroom down the hall from their room, hoping someone would wake up and catch you.

    S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

    He can go round after round, he’ll only stop if you need to.

    T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

    Chase owns no toys, he uses his powers on you. You own one vibrator, you bought it before you met him.

    U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

    He’s a tease, whether it’s using his powers in public or touching you while eating with friends.

    V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

    He doesn’t get loud sometimes. A few times he’s shouted causing the room to basically vibrate but, he tries to keep that under control.

    W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

    When Chase cums, his powers activate. His eyes turn black and something always happens whether his powers are used on you or something in the room like the time he accidentally threw a chair.

    X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

    He’s thick and long. About 7 ½ inches.

    Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

    Since he can’t see you every day, he’ll definitely call you to try and get something. It’s like he’s always horny.

    Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

    He could stay up all night after cumming just to watch over you and protect you.

    #smut#endings beginnings#the covenant#sebastian stan#chase collins #chase collins x reader #chase collins smut #chase collins imagines #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut
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  • NSFW ALPHABET| M.Hatter

    Summary| The Mad Hatter’s ABC’s.

    Warnings!| SMUT 18+, fluff, Jefferson being wholesome.

    requested by @smileyfaceanon hope you enjoy!!!

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    Originally posted by steverogersnotebook

    A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

    Jefferson is 100% into aftercare. He’ll make sure you are taken care of even if he’s the one who needs it. He’ll run a bath, make some tea, read you a book. Anything you want/need.

    B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

    Jefferson loves your body. He stares as you dress yourself, taking note of every curve, line, and imperfection that makes you so amazing in his eyes.

    You love his chest. During sex or after sex you often lay on his chest just to hear his heartbeat or him softly breathing while trying to calm down.

    C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

    Jefferson always asks where you want him to cum, if you don’t answer in time he’ll pull out not wanting to cum inside without your consent.

    D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

    Jefferson wants to get you pregnant. He wants to see your swollen stomach carrying his second child.

    E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

    He’s very experienced, I mean he’s a dad already.

    F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

    Jefferson likes to see your face, whether you’re on top or on your back. He enjoys watching your reactions to the things he does to you.

    G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

    He can be a little goofy to lighten the mood especially if he feels like he’s being too rough.

    H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

    He trims, he’ll occasionally shave it all off though.

    I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

    He can be the most romantic person on earth when it comes to sex. He’s always sweet as always making sure you’re the one being taken care of the most.

    J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

    He doesn’t jerk off much. If you leave home he might, it’s rare though.

    K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

    He likes it when you mess his neck. Whether it’s soft strokes of gentle kisses it always gets him hard quick.

    L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

    Jefferson likes to keep it in the bedroom especially since he has a daughter. He doesn’t want her accidentally seeing.

    M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

    You, just the thought of you. Especially when he thinks of your future children.

    N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

    He would never be doing something out of your comfort zone.

    O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

    Jefferson is hellbent I’m eating you out. Of course, he loves and will accept the occasional blow job but, he will always eat you out right after.

    P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

    Jefferson is whatever you need him to be. Stressed out? He’ll go nice and fast. Feel like you’re losing power? You’re in control. Insecure? Slow and steady wins the race.

    Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

    Since Jefferson has a kid, he’ll have a quickie here and there. He loves your body and you both love your sex life. You also completely understand his duties as a father.

    R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

    He’s not much of a risk-taker when it comes to sex especially since Grace is around.

    S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

    He can go for 3-4 rounds. He’s a little older now and a bit more tired than he used to be.

    T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

    You own a vibrator you hardly ever use. Jefferson has used it on you once or twice.

    U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

    He’s not much of a tease unless you count neck kisses while you wash dishes as teasing.

    V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

    He’s chatty during sex. Always telling you how good you are and how lucky he is.

    W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

    You two didn’t have sex for a while after getting together, he was always busy and when he was free you weren’t. It took serious dedication and lots of sexual tension for you to even break in your relationship.

    X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

    He’s not extremely big, about 7 maybe 6 ½ inches. He’s thick though.

    Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

    He’s not a horny teenager, he can control himself.

    Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

    He always makes sure you and Grace are alright before he falls asleep. Once you’ve both cleaned up and you can relax, he’ll creep down the hall to check on Grace. Once he’s assured Grace is okay, he’ll head back to bed and sleep beside you.

    #smut#endings beginnings #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan fluff #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #jefferson x reader #jefferson smut#ouat jefferson#jefferson ouat #once upon a time #ouat
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  • NSFW ALPHABET| K.Hargreeves

    Summary| Klaus being Klaus.

    Warnings!| SMUT 18+, drug use, alcohol use, mentions of addiction


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    Originally posted by subtlehysteria

    A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

    Klaus usually needs more aftercare than you. He hates getting close to people because they always leave, they always do. You shower him with love and care for him. You always make sure he knows he is safe and loved. Klaus needs to know you’re there and you love him. Since he’s usually high and out of his mind when you have sex, the spirts come around right after.

    B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

    Klaus loves you. Everything about you. Your hips, lips, ass, tits, thighs, every little imperfection. He loves you, every single part.

    You love everything about him as well. No matter what it is, you love it.

    C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

    Klaus hates the thought of accidentally getting you pregnant. He believes he’d be just like his father, though you’ve tried to convince him otherwise, he cums anywhere else. Your mouth, face, stomach, ass, or even your back.

    D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

    He wants you to mark him up with cuts and stuff but, he’s afraid to ask because you might leave.

    E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

    He’s pretty experienced. Men, women, and everything in between.

    F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

    Anything you’re okay with. Anything with you on top suits him best.

    G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

    He can be goofy when he’s high or drunk.

    H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

    He shaves most of the time. Occasionally he’ll have some slight hair or stubble.

    I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

    He can be romantic, that only happens when he’s clean so it’s rare.

    J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

    He jerks off quite often. Whenever Klaus misses you, his hands begin to wander and his mind roams into the deepest pits of his mind. Slowly he’ll arouse himself, not wanting to cum soon, every time he gets close he’ll stop making him thrash and cry out.

    K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

    Dominance. Klaus enjoys having someone else in control most of the time. When you’re on top and choking him, he’s at peace.

    L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

    Anywhere he can get his hands on you. Bar, alley, your apartment, anywhere.

    M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

    You and drugs. If he can lay on your couch, joint in one and your lips pressed against his neck, he’s already whimpering for more.

    N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

    He wouldn’t hurt you. He loves you way too much to do anything.

    O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

    Klaus is amazing at giving head. His tongue does wonders on your cunt, it’s like he was made to eat you out. He prefers eating you out over getting head.

    P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

    Since you usually control the speed, you cater to his needs. Whatever way he needs you, you provide.

    Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

    You both have sex often so there aren’t many quickies unless you need to be out of the house soon.

    R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

    You both take risks, like at Allison’s wedding when he took you away to have sex in the bathroom or when you had sex in an alley only a few feet away from some cops.

    S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

    You guys go a few rounds. 3-4 rounds per night.

    T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

    You both own numerous toys to keep you company when the other is away. You’ve both owned them before you even got together.

    U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

    You both can play very unfairly. You love teasing him when he’s oh so needy for you and he likes to mess around when you’re in public.

    V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

    Klaus is loud and chatty. He’ll always be the first to moan and arc into pleasure. Klaus also talks a lot. Whether it’s complimenting your technique or talking about your breast he’s always talking.

    W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

    Klaus has sex with you once in the old house. He had to avoid everyone, he was lucky because you both were nearly caught twice.

    X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

    He’s pretty big. 8 inches, not too thick though.

    Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

    He has a very high sex drive it’s like his 15 again.

    Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

    He’ll only fall asleep if you’re beside him. He’ll cry and whimper until you return to bed and keep him wrapped in your arms.

    #smut #the umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #umbrella academy angst #umbrella academy fluff #umbrella academy smut #klaus hargreeves fluff #klaus hargreeves imagine #klaus hargreeves #klaus hargreeves smut #robert sheehan #klaus hargreeves x reader #klaus
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  • [12:43AM] boyfriend!mark unlocks the door, his feet shuffling against the cold wooden floor with a tired sigh. he lifts his hands to rub at his eyes, hoping it would make him focus.

    throwing his duffle bag on the floor of the kitchen, he decides to drink some cold water to wake him up. he quietly thanks god for taking a shower before coming back home earlier.

    putting the glass down in the sink, making note to wash the cup when he wakes up, he tiredly walks into your room, wanting to get some good night sleep after hours of non-stop practice.

    the sobs coming from your room alerts him, eyes widening in surprise.

    why are you not asleep?

    he pushes the door open quietly to see you sitting on your bed, your face in your hands while you sob uncontrollably.

    he could feel his heart break into pieces at your state. it hurt him, knowing that he couldn’t be there for you whenever you’re sad because he was always busy with work.

    “baby?” he voices out quietly, you look up to stare at those doe eyes you adore so much.

    a loud sob escapes your lips as tears continued to flow down your cheeks.

    mark didn’t hesitate to amble towards you. he had his legs crossed, sitting right in front of you. his soft hands going up to cup your cheeks.

    “what happened?” he asks softly, his thumb wiping the stray tears.

    you were struggling to breathe, your shaky hands holding onto mark’s wrist.

    “breathe,” he reminds you, the palm of his hand stroking your back, soothing you. “talk to me whenever you’re ready, baby.”

    it took you a good 10 minutes to stop the sobs, although the tears would still fall uncontrollably.

    “i don’t deserve you, mark,” you say shakily, looking up at him with wary eyes.

    a smile forms on his lips. crazy. it’s crazy how you don’t see how much you affected him. it’s crazy how you don’t see how much he talks about you to his members. it’s crazy how he would go crazy whenever you’re not around him. it’s crazy how you were the only one keeping him sane.

    “if anything, i don’t deserve you,” he tells you, his hand leaving yours to stroke your cheeks with his thumb comfortingly. “now you wanna tell me why you were crying?”

    you pout, a heavy sigh leaving your lips, “i was just feeling sad,” you mumble, looking away from your boyfriend. “was just missing you so much. i’m glad you’re finally here with me though.”

    a grin forms on mark’s lips, pulling you in his arms.

    “baby,” he coos, “i’m sorry for leaving you so long,”

    you wrap your arms around him, “no, i was just acting like a baby,” your voice came out muffled from the thick grey sweatshirt he was wearing.

    he pulls away, “you know that i love you right?”

    you let out a soft giggle, “of course i do. and you know i love you the most right? i love you more than harry styles!”

    he groans, pushing you back on the bed to attack you with kisses, “you better!”

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    hi my love! you’re so sweet i’m so glad you enjoyed them! also, please don’t feel insecure, hobbits are the most adorable fluffy beings ever, and we don’t all have to look like elves to be beautiful. okay?

    LOTR: I ship you with Aragorn!  

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    Originally posted by bennskywalker

    • So I think Aragorn would instantly have his attention on you because you were just so damn adorable
    • You would seem so earthy and humbling, it would be such a fresh breath of air to Aragorn since he was brought up in a environment surrounded by pompous, proud and arrogant elves 
    • He would be so interested in your hair especially, since he hasn’t really met anyone who has such beautiful two-toned locks
    • Aragorn is the type of person to assess from afar, calculate before pouncing, kind of like a leopard
    • So he does just that, he loves to watch you from afar (in the least creepiest way)
    • He does it subconsciously to be honest, when he’s just sitting at a meal with Legolas or Tauriel and trying to concentrate on the conversation at hand but his gaze always wanders
    • To you.
    • Perhaps its the way that you just ooze decadence and luxury
    • The way your tan skin gleams in the sunlight, and the way your eyes glitter in the moonlight
    • He sees it all, and the beauty ensares him into a trap you didn’t even know you created
    • He would have approached you one night after a party, where you had removed yourself from and now sit on your windowsill reading a book peacefully, while a little bird is resting peacefully on your shoulder
    • Aragorn isn’t sure if he’s going to drop to the floor in that moment, he prays he doesn’t 
    • The conversation starts slow, but eventually you open up, and day by day spend more time with each other, until you finally start dating each other
    • He notices that you often try to hide yourself with large oversized clothes, or with your hands 
    • He notices your nervous habit of twisting your body away whenever you would be in the presence of the other elves and elleths
    • Aragorn could never understand why
    • You were gorgeous. Beautiful. Unique. You had your own beauty, and in his opinion it far outshone that of the elleths 
    • Aragorn would be the kind of guy to make known to you how beautiful you are
    • One day he’d sneak up behind you, and place his hands on your waist, chin on top of your head and hugged you tightly
    • “You look gorgeous today, ____”
    • “Aragorn…I look like a freaking hobbit.”
    • He would chuckle lightly, and spin you around, before tapping your nose cutely
    • “And hobbits are cute? Are they not?”
    • “Aragorrrrrrn” You would whine
    • He’d scoop you up into his arms again, and sigh, looking at you seriously
    • “Seriously, you’re so amazingly beautiful and you don’t even realise it,” He’d whisper, staring into your deep, dark eyes, almost getting lost in the abyss before pulling himself back out again
    • “It’s a bit tragic, really,” He’d whisper into your ear, making shivers tingle down through your spine
    • Your kind, radiant and constantly giving personality was always evident, and Aragorn would never stop being amazed by it
    • Sometimes you’d literally have to close his jaw for him, especially after you play the piano for him
    • When it’s a sunset in Rivendell, and you’re sitting at the glossy grand piano, and he’s sitting behind you, lounging on the seat
    • He’d look at you, playing the keys beneath your fingers, golden sunlight illuminating your face, making you glow with an incandescent light
    • And he would just be, utterly blown away by you.
    • Just you.
    • “You’ll catch flies with your mouth open like that,”
    • Could he help it though? No. He couldn’t. And he didn’t think he’d stop being amazed by you
    • Aragorn lives for the moments where he can cuddle your frame into his, face to face
    • Tenderly brush the hair away from your eyes and tuck it behind your ear, now intimately close
    • And just press his lips ever so gently onto yours, savouring the sweetness
    • If the cheeky boy could, he would stay like that forever, lips plastered to lip, stick in this euphoric moment
    • And his large hands would roam your body, eventually settling on your waist as your hands tangle into his soft locks
    • You guys just work together so well
    • Valar, when he finds out you can cook as well
    • He’s done
    • He’s actually done
    • He didn’t think a girl could get anymore perfect but there you are!
    • Aragorn can be quite the serious type too, so he tries not to intervene too much when you’re cooking in a serious mood
    • But he does love to sneak up on you and hug you from behind, kissing your neck softly, or your ears
    • He would smirk at the feeling of you melting into him
    • He’d almost get slightly egotistical, but then he remembers that you also have a very strong effect on him too
    • You’re both such an intimate and close couple…I’m honestly jealous.

    Harry Potter: I ship you with Cedric Diggory! 

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    Originally posted by witch

    • Okay now this, this is a cute couple
    • Now I’m not sure which house you’re in, but looking at your traits I’d put you between Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff? But let’s say Ravenclaw because I’m a sucker for inter-house relationships
    • We all know Cedric to be the it boy of Hogwarts, not a fuckboy but just general charmer and ladies man. 
    • Oh yeah, and he’s a pretty boy 
    • Cedric’s used to boys and girls alike throwing themselves at his feet, but he was always looking for something a little different
    • You guys share astronomy and potions together, and over time Cedric noticed how damn adorable you were 
    • Sitting in the corner of the classroom, sketching the most amazing drawings
    • Eventually, proper Cedric style, he’d come up to you when you’re alone in the library and start flirting
    • He’d just find it so cute how you’d get all bashful and shy, and the way your cheeks fill with a rosy tint makes the boy squeal inside
    • You guys would ultimately start dating, and you guys would have the ultimate boarding school movie romance 
    • He’d treat you like an absolute princess, and make sure you know that he has eyes for you, and only you
    • For example, whenever girls would give you dirty glares and snide, sneering looks, Cedric would always be sure to wrap his arms around your waist, or grab your hand
    • To show everyone you’re his and he’s yours 
    • There would frequently be musical dates together in the music rooms at Hogwarts, where he’d lead you up to the rooms blindfolded, place you gently on the piano stool and take his seat next to you
    • He’d gently place your hands on the piano, undo your blindfold and you guys would just have the cutest piano duets, where you sing and play to your heart’s content
    • You haven’t ever felt so safe and loved before
    • Neither would he
    • He also always gloats about you to his friends about his amazingly talented, beautiful girlfriend
    • Always attending your volleyball matches that you had introduced to the school. Needless to say it was a hit, and he was so proud to call the captain his girlfriend
    • He would notice your insecurities at times, and he would understand because everyone has them
    • But he wanted you to see yourself the way he saw you
    • Shining, radiant, your smile literally made his heart flutter 
    • He made you feel beautiful in the best of ways, when he’s just stare at you in between kisses, like he’s lost in a trance and it would just make you blush so hard
    • In evenings in the common room, when you’re both unbelievably stressed out from exams, he’d take a break and make it his mission to calm you down
    • This may include massages on your shoulders, your neck, usually progressing to cheeky kisses
    • The Hufflepuff students in the common room would not be impressed
    • “God Diggory, take that someplace else,” 
    • You both would giggle, foreheads pressed against each other.
    • Or when you guys would just cuddle on a large seat, your head tucked into his chest and legs wrapped around each other, comfortably silent
    • And he’d just play with your hair, making you melt into his touch
    • AH Yes, he also has the cutest but also slightly embarrassing habit of kissing you before you guys part ways 
    • It could literally be in front of Snape, and he’d still do it
    • “5 points from Hufflepuff” 
    • Cedric would just chuckle and walk away cheekily
    • You guys are just the epitome of every cute romance ever, and its so FLUFFY it makes me coo
    • You’d also introduce him to animal friends you have at the school and Cedric would be convinced that you’re actually Snow White
    • It makes the two of you laugh, but I think deep down he actually thinks you are 
    • He feels so lucky to have you, and you him 
    • Once you drew him, and when you showed him the picture, he just threw you down and kissed you so hard 
    • It was hot
    • Needless to say things progressed a bit from there 
    • The boy just finds you so attractive in so many different ways, he’s almost overwhelmed and feels entirely lucky to have you
    • just, a tooth rotting fluffy relationship

    The Hobbit: I ship you with Thorin Oakenshield

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    Originally posted by riepu10

    • We know Thorin to be quite tough, but we also know he has an incredibly caring and loving personality deep down
    • He likes to keep his guard up, and isn’t too fond of letting people in
    • But you are just so different to what he’s used to 
    • Dwarf women are quite tough, and rough
    • But you’re just so cute it makes him falter slightly
    • But that’s what makes you guys such an iconic duo
    • You’re mellowness, contrasting with Thorin’s rather loud, obtrusive and headstrong personality 
    • So many people find it damn adorable how you can tame the dwarf
    • Your athletic nature means the two of you are pretty damn iconic on the battlefield
    • You had to explain what ‘volleyball’ was to him and he was then able to gage that you were incredibly strong in your arms and could jump very high
    • This means that you are very gifted with a sword, and together you guys can annihilate practically anything that comes your way
    • It’s Thorin’s brute force, combined with your poised and accurate slashes that make you both a deadly force that shouldn’t be reckoned with 
    • Off the battlefield, Thorin really values his time when it’s just the both of you
    • This may include playing the piano to him, and he watches in quiet delight, he always thinks you look absolutely goddess-like playing the piano
    • The way your tan skin glows like gold in the sunlight - Thorin is in awe
    • Thorin is quite rough when it comes to making out, he loves to slam you against a wall and kiss you deeply, passionately, sensually
    • It’s hot
    • His hands roaming your body like you’re a piece of art, and the way he traces your curves makes you feel so loved and beautiful
    • After an intense make out session, Thorin could just be the cheesiest goofball and spend hours telling you how beautiful you are
    • Tracing your body with his calloused hands, sending shivers down your spine
    • Cocky shithead, seeing you writhe and squirm underneath him always makes him smirk and get all cocky
    • “Enjoying that are we, princess?”
    • “Shut up Woodbrain.” 
    • Whenever you guys are with the other dwarves, you usually team up with Fili and Kili to tease Thorin, which everyone finds very amusing
    • And secretly so does Thorin, but he just hides his smile behind a serious face and tries not to uwu
    • You find Thorin serious really hot
    • Like come on, when he roars everyone feels it
    • He always calls you regal names like “princess” or “queen” or “my lady” to make you feel worthy and loved 
    • But when you’re being a little shithead it’s usually “_____” in a stern tone
    • You love it
    • All in all, a hot and fierce duo. We stan! 

    hope you liked that anon! 

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  • Dark! Jeff the Killer X female reader [F NSFW]

    ~Your point of view~

    It was getting darker and darker as the minutes went by. Tick tick. Tick tock. The clocks chimes. Eleven o'clock. My TV glared as I switched channels, trying to find something interesting to watch. But there was nothing. How long did it take for me to go to sleep? I had just finished year twelve and was going to take the next year off as a gap year. But so far it was boring.

    I yawn and snuggle into the couch more, wishing that my boyfriend, (bf/n), of a year was here. We had hooked up at the beginning of year twelve and helped each other through so much. But I wouldn’t be seeing him for the next year or two as his family was going overseas to celebrate him finishing school before going into uni.

    A cold breeze was blowing through the house and so I tighten the blankets around me, forcing my own body to keep myself warm. I bury deeper into the blankets, turning my back to the TV after finding nothing of interest. I yawn again. Tired from all the late nights and early wake ups of school.

    The whole house was silent. All the lights were off too. Both my parents were asleep, my older brother was too. So I had no choice but to sleep on the couch in case of walking into something and creating a loud enough noise to wake them. I groan and close my (e/c) eyes. Forcing myself to fall asleep. And soon enough I drift to sleep, cocooned in warm blankets on the couch, with the TV silently lighting up the room after being put on mute and forgotten.

    ~Time skip~

    It felt as if someone had blown a breath of hot air gently across my face. I go to turn but stop, lifting my hand to squat at where the breeze was coming from. I groan and lift the blankets over my head, too tired to even open my eyes.

    Then I hear it. A deep raspy sort of chuckling. The voice unfamiliar. “I know your awake doll.” The male says ripping the blankets from me. I rub my eyes and groan. Rolling over onto my right side and curling up into a ball at the sudden onslaught of coldness. Though my hazy mind automatically said that it was nothing and just my brother annoying me as the TV was off. I let my body grow heavy again, waiting for sleep to take over again.

    “Go to sleep.” A deep husky voice whispers into my ear as my body get heavier. My brain too fuzzy to wake up, even though I know that there’s someone else with me in the lounge room. I want to fight. I don’t want to. I need to. But there was no malice intent or aura but still. Someone I didn’t know was in the house. And it was a male. Who knows what he could be thinking. With those thoughts I jerked myself awake and sit up straight, ultimately bashing the person’s nose with my forehead.

    “Son of a bitch!” The person jolts back and I look at them. They’re holding a hand up to their nose which seemed to be bleeding a bit. Their skin looked white. Almost too white. Their hair looked black. Like a scorched black. It was long too. Just coming to their shoulders in a jagged sort of way. I scramble back as the person chuckles, insanity creeping in. “Oo. You have a feisty side don’t you?”

    The person was male. I don’t dare to look at his face for fear of it setting him off. So I just look at what he’s wearing. It seemed to be an off-white hoodie which has seen better days and washed every now and then judging how the dark stains don’t seem to want to come out. On his lower body he wore black dress pants held up by a black belt. On his feet he wore black dress shoes.

    The room was still dark and the front door was open. Same with the window. So that what must of been letting in the cold breeze. The open window. Besides the fact that the guy had taken my blanket from me. The front door was opened. I glanced once at it, knowing if I look at it too much he’ll notice. I look to the other side and notice the window just open a crack. But that crack would be enough for me to open it more and escape as of being in a one story house.

    I was going to go for the door. Cause than I would be able to scream for help and wake my family up as well as the people on our street. He crawled along the couch, chuckling as he neared. He cocked his head up and stared straight into my (e/c) eyes. His eyes were a white colored very very light blue. His eye lids looked burnt off but not all of it was. He had dark circles around his lidless, white blue eyes.

    His skin looked leathery and was a pale white. But that wasn’t what frightened me the most. That wasn’t what ripped an ear piercing scream filled with raw terror from my throat. That would have to be the cut bloody smile carved from the corners of his mouth to the bottom of his ears. It was a horrid sight to look at. My screams seemed to hit a sore point for he jerked to the side for a moment and held his ears. In his right hand he held a large, sharp gleaming kitchen knife.

    My eyes went wide and noise stopped being emitted. I jerked and I almost went rolling off. “Go to sleep.” He growled and lunged for me.

    ‘That should’ve woken my family.’ I think, quickly dodging him to the best of my abilities. The knife nicked my shoulder and a small amount of blood started to slowly travel downwards.

    He pauses and moves his knife to his cut mouth, tongue flicking out like a snake he takes a lick. Licking my blood off his knife. “Well doll. Would you look at that. You taste amazing.” He chuckles as I froze at the sight. I needed to move. Run. Anything. I grabbed one of my pillows and ready it. Who ever says a pillow doesn’t hurt had never been in a proper death pillow fight. I knew from experience with my brother.

    His eyes latch onto my figure, standing against the wall with a pillow ready to strike. A deep throated growl could be heard just as he lunges again, bent on ending my life. I lift the pillow and just before the knife touches me I bring the pillow down on him. Over and over. I hit him with the pillow.

    He chuckles as I hit him. “Oh doll. You seem more like a kitten now.” He rips the pillow to shreds and goes to stab the knife in me. “But why don’t you just go to sleep.” It wasn’t a question. He wanted me to go to sleep. In other words I was right. He wanted to kill me. But he had another thing coming. No way was I going to be killed. I didn’t want to die yet.

    At the last minute to dodge to the side, diving for the floor where I quickly leap up and make a run for the other rooms. My feet pound along the floor. I head for my room. I ran inside and close the door, blocking it with my dresser. I run over to the window and lock it. I needed a place to hide.

    “Oh kitten~” He cooed, knocking against the door, “I may not break you if you let me in.” His voice was in a sing song way, it sent shivers down my spine and cold sweat to break out on my forehead. He wasn’t going to win. I look all around, trying to find a hiding spot. There was two, the cupboard and the bed. I went for the cupboard. It had an easy escape route while the bed didn’t. I make my way as silently as I can and go in it. Letting all the clothes cover me as I huddle in the corner.

    “Okay than kitten~ We’ll do it the hard way where I get to break you~” He laughs insanely as I whimper, hugging myself in fright. “Too bad no-one would be able to help you~” He was sick. I almost threw up at what he says, 'no-one to help, that means…’ I choke back a sob, he had killed my family. “This is going to be fun.” I hear his footsteps as he tries to break down the door. The handle and lock rattling with each slam of his body. The dresser gets knocked over and the door breaks.

    His footsteps are now loud and purpose filled. He was trying to make me even more scared than I was already so I would give up easier. But I wasn’t going to. His footsteps grow closer and closer and soon the cupboard door is ripped off its hinges and he looks inside. He seems to buzz with excitement upon seeing me. He reaches in and grabs me as I struggle and claw at him to be released.

    He lifts me off the floor and flush against his chest, holding the knife against my neck with one hand. “Another sound and I wouldn’t think twice about splitting your neck wide open kitten.” He growls, forcing me against the wall, squished against his chest. I try struggling but it just results in the knife cutting in a few millimeters.

    “So I did pick the right house.” He uses the knife and starts to cut my clothes away. I keep moving and struggling, ignoring the small nicks the knife cuts.

    “Stop!!” I scream, trying to fight him off but he was too strong. “Get off me!!!”

    He just blocks out my voice. “Jeff. I want you to scream my name. It’s Jeff.” He says, throwing the ripped clothing. He hold me up against the wall and all of a sudden he pulls his black pants and boxers to his ankles. He didn’t have to do anything to make himself hard. Just seeing my scared, terrified face and the fight back had, as well as whatever was going in his head.

    He chuckles and without any warning he slammed his rock hard cock into me. My mouth opens as my lower half feels like it was on fire. It was total agony. Each thrust killed. I wasn’t at all prepared or wet enough for this to be painless. He groaned as he ripped through me, as if trying to rip me apart. No sound could escape as the pain was too much. He slowed down, pushing and forcing himself in me. A scream ripped from my lips as he suddenly pounded. I could feel him entering easier my body trying to help me with the pain but it was just making it easier for him.

    He pauses and pulls out, a hard smack being struck to my arse. “What a slut you are kitten. Getting wet from rape.” He growls, his laugh making my blood freeze and my body break out in goosebumps. I couldn’t move from the pressure he gripped me with, and I had no idea what was going through his head as I couldn’t feel the hand with the knife. My eyes widen. No he wouldn’t, would he? A whole new terror is struck deep inside me. There was no way I was going to survive this encounter. I couldn’t feel it at first as he shoved it into me. But soon a burning pain could be felt from my vagina. Then the metallic smell hit my nose and my nerves lit up with pain. It was agony. Much more so than when he went in dry. I couldn’t feel my legs or lower half as he pushed and pulled the knife inside me. Dragging it out and making sure it cut into my muscles and skin. The pain was hellfire and not a noise could escape as I was left speechless from the pain. It was unbearable. I had never felt such pain in my life. “Oh thats it kitten. Take my knife like the little slut you are.” My body started to shut down, trying to protect me from the pain but it was too late. I just wanted to die, to be over with this but I’m sure he had more planned. He pulled the knife out quickly before shoving his cock back into me, the pain barely being registered as my brain goes fuzzy. A sharp slap to my arse again brings my mind back, the pain filling my senses as I finally cry out, tears spilling from my eyes. If he doesn’t kill me I was sure to kill myself afterwards.

    He groans see how my blood coated his cock as he pushed in and out, pounding into me as hard and fast as he could. “Scream for me kitten.” He growls butting down roughly on my spine, my breasts pressed uncomfortably against the wall as I move up and down from his force. Blood starts to spill from the bite as I scream. Over and over. Punches and slaps caught my skin and body. My throat was sore from all the screaming.

    He brings his knife up and starts carving into my back, writing letters which spelt out property of Jeff the Killer. The pain was unbearable and I felt like I would pass out. My vagina was in a constant pained filled throbbing state as he just kept pumping. Only interested in pleasuring himself. He pulled out and held me up, making sure I wouldn’t collapse. He theusted into my anal entrance, literally ripping me apart, using my blood as lube as more pooled onto the floor. “JEFF!!!!” I scream louder than ever before, making my voice grow hoarse. More blood pooled and dripped down my legs, pooling underneath me. I couldn’t make any more sounds. He chuckled as he grunted and growled, lost in pleasuring himself as he thrusted in my anal. It was just throbbing pain. My whole body was just a massive throbbing pain.

    His grip tightened as he pushed me against the wall harder. My tears ever falling down my face, making my eyes red and puffy. He thrusts to the hilt roughly and releases his cum inside my anal just as my body jerks and cums as well. Disgusting myself. He slowly pulls out and let’s go of me.

    I slump to the floor after being let go off. I felt violated. I was violated. It felt disgusting. I feel his cum just slowly dripping out turning red from the blood. My cuts slowly stop bleeding and bruises start to form. I close my eyes and put a hand to my mouth. Turning over and crouching I try to not throw up with what just happened. My cheeks are still wet with tears while my eyes have stopped shedding them.

    “That’s my good kitten~” The knife came down and I let out a shrill scream, louder and at a higher pitch than the others before I go limp and everything turns black.

    It was all over the news in every country. Many people said that it was disgusting how it happened and that someone like that shouldn’t of went through all that.

    The five o'clock news was on again. (Bf/n) just happened to have it on when he heard.

    “The police are still no closer to finding the murderer of the (l/n) family. If many of you have any information please call the local station and they shall than handle it. More information at six.” The news reporter sound disgusted and appalled. He sat in shock. His girlfriend’s family was murdered.

    For an hour (bf/n) searched the internet but he couldn’t find anything. He even tried calling but the calls were disconnected and the numbers were out of order. Dread filled his soul.

    “It was discovered that just last there was a break in and murder that has rocked the whole.” The news was back on. “(M/n) and (d/n) (l/n) have been discovered murdered in their beds with their son the same way. They were stabbed once and had a smile cut in their cheeks with the words on their wall written in blood, "go to sleep - JtK”. It was also discovered that their daughter is missing. Most likely kidnapped from the message on her wall, “I’m glad I took you my kitten. Now only I will be able to fuck you - JtK.”“ The news reporter looked disgusted. "There is evidence in the house that (y/n) (l/n) was indeed raped as of the pool of blood and sexual excrement that has been left in her room. She put up a fight.” His girlfriend’s picture was posted, “If anyone has details on her whereabouts or has seen her since the terrible deed please ring the police and they shall sort it out. Now that’s all and I wish the people who knew her their best in dealing with this horrific encounter.”

    The news was turned off and tears silently streamed from (bf/n)’s eyes. The love of his life was missing and had been raped by a murderer. His parents came in and hugged him, trying to comfort him but nothing was of use. His world was now black and white until his colour was found again.

    I awoke in a bed. It was white with red stains. I look around uncertain where I was. I sat up and tried to leave the bed but chains rattled. There looped around one of my ankles was a chain. It was connected to the bed. I looked down at what I was wearing and saw it to be barely anything. Just an overly large off white jumper. I go to leave the bed but fall back down as pain shouts up my spine from my womb and legs. I groan and fall back against the bed. I was not happy and I was in pain. It felt like I had taken a full size truck to my vagina it hurt that badly. But no, instead I had taken a knife up their thanks to a psychopath.

    “So your awake kitten.” A voice speaks up as a door closes. I roll over and was greeted by the same guy from last night, I opened my mouth to scream but he lunges and covers it, muffling the noise. “Be quiet.” He hisses. Moving one of his hands down my body.

    I go to bite the hand but he puts a finger against my still sore clitoris. I pause, not wanting him to do anything else. I poke out my tongue and licked his hand, hoping he’d get the point.

    “You really are my personal kitten aren’t you?” He whispered huskily, leaning down. He removes his hand and replaces it with his lips, forcing his tongue in. I scrap it with my teeth as a warning and place a little pressure on it but he just presses on my clitoris, making sharp pain spike. I get the idea and stop the warning, to tired and sore to do anything. He pulls back, “That’s my kitten.” He pulls a white collar with a black strip through the middle from his pocket and quickly clips it around my neck. On the gold tag it has written sir’s slut with a white bow where it connects to the collar.

    “Huh?” I start to tug at it, hating how it fit snugly and made it seem as if I were an animal. “Get it off, I’m not your fuck toy!”

    “Shh kitten.” He coos, chuckling at my confusion. “I just thought I’ll break you in and keep you for whenever I fell like fucking.” He laughs, insanity slipping in. “There’s no escape now.”

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