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That’s kinda weird idk

But like the ick alone I get when like these mfs approach me that are like "I see youre into the big brother thing, well would you be into calling me daddy too and us roleplaying like a father daughter thing where you pretend youre a fucking 10 year old?" like. Like. Its so bad omg. Like one guy had like pictures of actual teens on his blog, like in swimsuits and he was a very like obvious actual pedophile. But I think *majority* of these guys are actual pedophiles. And sometimes, like I wouldnt actually put my effort into that, but sometimes I for a split second think do I play along with this win their trust and then find a way to out them to their enviroment as a pedophile? Cuz I legit get so fucking angry. I have never once actually done it or put energy into it, cuz I think in the end it wouldnt be worth the ick I wud have to put myself thru to win a guys trust like that. But like my *actual* like hatred for people like that goes pretty fucking deep.

Like the thing re the belle delphine thing is, I tend to take anything that fetishises kids in any fashion really seriously and respond very angrily to it. Like I hate ppl who are heavily into ddlg too, like theres forms of ddlg that are less about outright mimicking being a child and shit and forms that r more abt like soft control and soft dom and im not bothered by that, but as soon as girls are like pretending to be toddlers downright roleplaying out realistic scenarios of csa abuse im like. deeply disgusted. so belle delphine is just like so *astronimically* hot to me for some reason I just ignore like shit that usually would like make me dislike people so badly, and thats rlly weird lol. But she is literally just *that* hot.

What has Belle D done that's gross? I've seen people say that before but I can't find info on what she did thats fucked up besides people taking issue with her look and content style which obviously isn't the case here so i just wondered. Love your blog!

She has explicitly cosplayed children characters sexually and for example wore a my little pony bathing suit meant for kids for like sexual reasons. Like her overall style isn’t the problem it’s the actual sexualisation of kids that she occasionally does that’s the problem. Like I love her overall style but I ick each time she does smth like that.

Ugh I literally have this internal battle each time I look at belle Delphine pictures I’m like wow she’s so fucking hot but ugh the shit she’s done so gross. She has to be like astronomically hot for me to look at her pictures in spite of that.

Belle dephine is hot, why is that problematic?

Ok the girlie pop is fucking hot like look at that face and body but she also fetishises children thru her outfits sometimes nd appeals to pedophiles, which is extremely problematic. And mind you the images where she dresses up as a child aren’t hot to me in the slightest, think they’re gross. But overall? She’s still so hot and beautiful and has mad charisma.

🔪Mini slashers smut fics part 2 🖤

No genitalia is mentioned but its implied AFAB!!!

Slashers (picked straight from the poll)- Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Asa Emory, Chucky (Human) and Otis driftwood!

⚠️ Warnings- Degrading (usage of the words slut and whore) Bondage, knife play, size kink, choking, oral giving and receiving. (dw I will put a warning to let y'all know when those are coming up)

🌻Thomas Hewitt-

(💥Size kink💥)

Tommy was a bit skeptical at first. He didn't want to hurt you, but he still wanted to please you. Tonight was the night he was actually going to try. He had you down on the bed with your legs over his shoulders. He was going slow and gentle. His hands were positioned on your hips rubbing in little circles while pumped in and out of you. Tommy wasn't that loud, but on occasions he would let out a loud groan. Tommy would hold your hands, while turning into the noise if you made. He would have to bend down and kiss you if you started making too much noise. He softly asked if he could speed up and boy oh boy it got a little rough. His soft thrust became rough and sloppy. Thomas loves looking down at you. He's in utter bliss watching you squirm under his body. His grip on your hands tightens a bit as you both cum. He pulls out and looks at you, "round 2?" He softly asks while putting his hand on your thigh.

❄️Billy Lenz-

(💥Light Bondage, usage of the word slut💥)

Billy had your arms tied behind your back using an old shirt he found in the attic. You were sat on his lap facing him while he used you like a Fleshlight. He may not look the most muscular but he was lifting you up and down by your hips with ease. "FuCK... You dirty slut," Billy groans while biting your neck. He felt you tighten up around his dick. You could feel him twitching inside you as he quickened his pace. "CuM you pretty SluT." Billy sternly groaned. Right after his command you came and shortly after Billy did a final thrust before cumming into you. He kisses your neck a few times before finally pulling out. He then got down on his knees and gently ate you out.

🦋Asa Emory-

(💥Bondage, Knife play💥)

Asa had you tied up in purple rope, suspended a bit in the air. Asa is amazing at rope art, on your chest He tied the perfect butterfly. He was walking around you, he was tossing a butterfly knife back and forth in has hand. He would lightly drag the blade on your hips, side and back but never hard enough to cut you. Every time he would walk back behind you he would stick his fingers in you and bounce his hand in and out and up and down. Asa would make you beg for at least 10 minutes before he would lower the ropes a bit and position himself at your entrance. He starts rather slow but then speeds up when he's close. He will talk you through the whole thing, while adding a bit of teasing here and there. He'll leave soft kisses on the back of your thighs and back. (If you let him he'll leave deep cuts.) He'll tightly grip on to the ropes when cumming. He's a man who whimpers.

🖤Chucky (human)

(💥 degrading💥)

It started out with you and Chucky in a hot tub throwing light insults and playfully flirting. Now Chucky has you thrown on his lap while he's thrusting in you. He had his hand over your mouth to try and muffle the sounds you made. "God damn y/n... Keep quiet now will ya? I don't want anyone hearing me rearrange your damn guts." Chucky groaned as he started to leave hickeys on your neck. Chucky was by far gentle, his thrusts were not the deepest but they were the quickest. Chucky then bit your neck and watched you wince in pain. "What's wrong Y/n can't handle me?" He laughed a bit as he sped up. The second you tightened around his member he slowed down. "Nope, not until I say so," he muttered as he kisses your neck. You try bucking your hips but to no avail, Chucky had full control. "Wow... Such a needy thing are you?... I guess I'll feed into your needyness." He said while speeding up his pace until you both cum.

🦴Otis Driftwood-

(💥Degrading, usage of the words slut and whore, Bondage, knife play, choking 💥)

Otis has your arms chained up with deep bite marks covering them. He was making out with you as he fucked you senseless to keep you quiet. "Keep up whore," he sternly said while choking you. Your body was covered in cum, bites, his name, and hickeys. Otis liked watching you become a hot mess. He loves watching you shiver and squirm under him. It gives him a sense of power, he likes stroking his ego. Your body was slightly sore, but you knew Otis will take care of it. "Ain't you a pretty slut?" Otis voice was raspy now, you can tell he was close. He sped up before he came again, he pulled out and helped you finish again aswell. "Want to go again?" He looks up at you and softly tilts his head.

💚Authors note- Hiii, requests are open! I'll link part 1 below, have a lovely day!

yandere nearing the breaking point, a wild babble of degradation and worship co-existing in the same person - directed towards you. a little bit of smut but not much. dubcon elements, not going all the way.

He looked at you with wild and psychotic eyes, a dry laugh escaping his throat as he looked at your terrified form writhing right in front of him. "Youre scared of me, really?" His voice cracked. "After everything ive done for you! Ive done this for you! I took care of you! Ive did everything, everything, everything for you! And thats the thanks I get?" As he continued to talk his words got angrier and angrier, but he still had enough self-control to tame his voice enough that neighbours would not hear. He had cornered you in your own flat, instantly pushed you inside when you opened him and shut the door behind him.

"Why did I even bother to hold back? Why did I cherish you so damn much? I practically... worshipped you! And thats what I get?!" The look in his eyes started to really freak you out, so you turned around and started to run away - into another room, which had been a huge mistake, and only seeked to provocate him worse. And best of all he had caught up to you in about three seconds. "Youre everything to me.." He whispered as he held you in his tight grip. "But I dont have to treat you that way.. If thats the thanks I get. I can betray my feelings for you." He pushed you to the ground. Towering above you now. The pain the fall had caused was dulled by you recognising just how trapped you were in this situation.

He pushed his foot to your chest as you sat up and forced you into a lying position. Then he took the foot from you, and simply looked down at you. "I want to hurt you so badly right now, you have no idea.. my dear. I want to make you feel what youve just done to me. How your behaviour has truly and deeply hurt me.. I want to treat you like a dirt cheap whore.. but my dear.. youre still so special to me, youre everything, everything, everything. So ill give you a chance to make this easier for you, okay?" He now knelt down next to you, gently stroking your cheek and giving you a soft kiss to your forehead. "If you show me youre scared of me.. ill start to punish you.. and if you can atleast.. hide.. it from me.. do your best to play along.. ill make what comes next feel good to you. How about that?"

He looked at you with a feigned smile, trying to give you a taste of what him behaving would possibly look like. As you did not answer him, he sighed "Answer, my darling." "N-no im not okay with this.." He looked at you like you were truly stupid. "Fine have it your way." He then climbed on top of you, your blood freezing in your veins - his teeth sinking into your neck instantly and without warning - so hard you could feel the drops of blood form where he was biting down. Tears in the corner of your eyes. "Im.. Im sorry." You whispered. "Can we try again..?" He took a second, then he stopped biting you and pulled back, looking at you with a cold gaze. "Sure we can. Theres always another chance, my dear. Just like you will always surely give me another chance. As everything ive done, ive done for you." You slowly nodded, feigning understanding just how he asked. You stirred up all the tenderness you could find for him inside of you, its true he had scared you. Terrified you even. But you could acknowledge that in a sick, twisted way he truly believed he was doing all of this for you. Was there any merit in that at all? From that angle he looked like a kicked puppy. A insane, kicked puppy. You eyed his body, that body you so often had fantasized about. That face you so often had considered so beautiful and handsome. How lucky had you thought yourself to be for someone like him to be interested in you? If something seems to perfect.. well.. that usually is because it is, was your newfound conclusion. But you could find some sense of estranged empathy for him. For the person you used to think he was. You slowly extended your hands to cup his face gently, looking at him with what you hoped was a tender stare. He stared at you with repressed anger, but you could also feel him seemingly calming down a little bit. "Youre nothing but a whore, do you know that? Youre nothing. Youll never be anything. Thats how you made me feel. You deserve to feel it so badly..." His voice was shaking, but his eyes showed how torn he was feeling, clearly moved by even that small gesture of yours. "Youre just a lowly.. lowly.. whore." He whispered once more. You started to gently caress his face, continiung to look at him, ignoring all of the insults.

"Youre everything. Youre everything that matters. Youre all that matters in the end. Youre above me. So much above me. So high above me.. that sometimes you dont even notice it when you step on me.." His voice sounded softer now.

He looked down at your face, still sitting on top of you.. his eyes circling your lips like crazy. Then knowing you would not reject him, he bowed down to kiss you - it was a gentle kiss. Then like a wave of hatred went through him he suddenly started to bite down on your lip - but only for a few seconds, then he eased back into that former gentle kiss. It was like he was fighting with himself, struggling to form a coherent path of action.

His hand started to cup your breast.. gently. Then he flinched away without you saying or doing anything. "This would be to much, I get that. Not like this." Then he pulled away and got off from you. He grabbed you by your hand and pulled you up too, then dragged you behind him to the couch. "Lets just cuddle." He ordered. But he was slowly calming down, you did not feel safe yet again, not at all, but he seemed to move away from escalation. You found yourself smothered in his arms and he pressed so tight to you. After a time you found he had fallen asleep. You watched him for a while, then got up and slowly sneaked out of your own apartment and quickly went to a friends place. That tender empathy you had felt for him still stirred up inside of you. But you knew you had to get out. But he never would let you, would he? Despair started to set in.

"We had a deal" Charles Lee Ray x Reader

Plot : Weeks ago Charles Lee Ray had ambushed you on your way home from a club, he was pretty intent on killing you but you managed to make a deal with him to let you survive. You promised him youd be available for him... sexually, whenever he pleases in exchange for your life. Now you were to make true of that.

cws : cnc, dubcon, knifeplay.

You were fast asleep already, it had been atleast two weeks since you managed to survive him. Charles Lee Ray. You had considered to rush to the police right after, but a deep gut instinct had told you this would surely mark your end. So instead you had done the only thing you could do : continue normally, repressing the constant fear of him coming back for you, or maybe changing his mind and just killing you afterall. But no matter how much terror you had felt these past two weeks, you had marched on like a solider. Yet you couldnt deny that the idea of.. you.. doing sexual favours for him.. made you feel yes, terribly afraid, but there also was this sensation inside of you, when you thought of his black hair and his predator like gaze.. something like desire. And now this slight tingling of desire may be the only thing rescuing you. You were having hazy dreams and slept remarkably deep for someone under such stress, when suddenly a hand wrapped over your mouth and awoke you from your deep slumber. Your first instinct was to trash and hit around you and try to struggle free from the grip, until you started to recognize what was going on. He was here. In the dark you could make out his sadistic grin, the glee at your struggle. "Shh.. Whos gonna fuss like that? Dont you know thatll only get ya hurt worse? You better make sweet on that deal of yours." His voice taunted.

You instantly stopped fighting him, now just looking at him with a sort of scared desperation. After realizing it was him, a certain desire had returned to be part of the equation again. But really.. did he really need to break in? Was that really necessary? But there really was no time to ponder the necessity of his actions, because before you could think he started to press a knife against your throat. Fuck. Your eyes widened in shock. His smirk even bigger now. "Im just teasing ya, I wouldnt cut that lovely throat of yours. We have a deal. A sweet deal. But ill mark ya, just you see." And then he first started to cut your nightgown open, right in the middle, the flabs of fabric quickly cast to the side revealing your naked breasts and your panties. He gazed at you, pressing the cold steel to your belly with a sort of firmness.

"Dont think I didnt instantly catch that look in your eyes. If you hadnt had that I wouldve killed ya. But I can see it. You want it. You truly do. You wanna be fucked by the guy who nearly killed ya." Then you flinched, and let out a small pained noise as he made a small cut across your stomach, leaning down to lick the blood off of you, seemingly satisfied with the metalic taste. He looked back up to you again, his mouth smeared with your blood "Your fucking cunt getting wet at the thought of me saved you from death. What do you make of that?" He joked around, now letting the knife slowly scrape over your skin as he was moving it towards your breasts. "If I wont kill you, ill own you. And I mark what belongs to me." There was hesistation in your eyes, mixed with confused desire. How could you be so incredibly wet for him right now? Then he made that second cut across your chest and you gently gasped and moaned as if he had just touched your cunt. There was this wild look in his eyes when he heard that sweet noise you made for him, it was driving him nuts. He was looking at you like you were prey, delicious prey and he was gonna devour you. "I knew you wouldnt cry and bitch and moan and get on my fucking nerves .. but I didnt know youd be quite that into it either. Lets check how wet you truly are." His hand exploring your body finally reached between your legs and without hesistation he pushed one finger inside of you as roughly as possible, making you wince somewhat at the unexpected force. You were so fucking wet. His eyes once more devouring you at the realization of how immense your desire for him was. "Thats one hell of a wet cunt." He said in his usual tone of voice, its only his eyes that betrayed how hot it actually made him to see you like this. "..You wanted to mark me." You whispered in a nervous but greedy voice, speaking for the first time throughout all of this. He raised an eyebrow at you "So eager, mh? Ill tell you what, for that you get to choose where ill mark ya." Your hands searched for his, and when you found his hands with yours you slowly lead him to your inner thighs, you wanted it somewhere where you felt vulnerable but not somewhere where it would be to visible either. You made a sensible choice in spite of how horny you were. Without hesitation he started to carve his initials into the spot your pointed him towards, a sudden feeling of pain shooting through you, that was gone as fast as it had started. "Now youre my little property, properly marked and all." He looked at you with some sort of sick satisfaction, before roughly pulling you up and then pushing you on your stomach. Before you could prepare for it or anticipate it, he was inside of you. His body so close to yours. "Get on all fours, arch your back." He ordered you. You did as told and he instantly started to bestow a series of thrusts onto you, that were both incredibly rough and posessive. Your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your head with pleasure. He dropped the knife to the floor next to the bed, and then started gently choking you from behind. He applied tender pressure to you, as if he deemed you fragile in spite of all the roughness he was exposing you to. Maybe it stemmed from the fact that he had sliced, choked, butchered so many peoples throats that there was this lingering to touching yours - like he had to be the extra gentle to your throat because he had seen how fragile life truly was countless of times. Like he was afraid that the hands that killed so many people, would accidentally kill you, just out of habit. So the pressure of his hands on your lovely throat remained ever so gentle. More a gesture of power than an act of violence.

But however gently he choked you, his thrusts were merciless and brutal. They were deep however too, and filled you out completely. Then he felt it before you did, so to aid you he put one finger on your clit from behind you and with circular motion and rough pressure got you into the very first orgasm you would experience with him. "Thats what I call willing." He breathed into your neck. "Just giving yourself to me, not like you have a choice, but I feel like you wouldve chosen this even if you had had one." He pulled you by your hair, and you arched your back harder for him, your neck exposed. "Only I will make you feel this good from now on, youre mine and only mine. Get it? Get what would happen to whoever decides to lay hands on my property?" He pulled your hair a little bit harder to give his words emphasis. "I-I understand.." you mumbled inbetween your moans as he was fucking you past your orgasm. "Fuck.. Fuck.. Im close.." He breathed out loud, cumming - releasing his hot cum into you. He painfully slowly pulled out of you, watching the cum drip off his dick and oozing out of you. Looking at you lying on the mattress all fucked out and breathing heavily. He looked at you like he truly owned you, proud of what he had done. Lingering for mere seconds before getting up, putting his clothes back on. "Ill be back darling, we have a deal afterall." and with that he simply left, leaving you to lie there on the bed, still throbbing in the aftermath of the most breathtaking sex youve had ever had. Oh he would be back, you both knew.

"You Love It." Charles Lee Ray X GN! AFAB! Reader.

Hey, hey, hey! This is a birthday fic for my good friend Bug! They deleted their blog a while back but fuck me, I love em and this is such a stellar fic, I had to share! I am so excited for you all to see it! A hot, fun, Charles Lee Ray moment! Let’s GO!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.4.K. Charles Lee Ray X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings. Dub-Con. Somewhat Established Hookup. Stalking-ish. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Overstimulation. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Dirty Talk. Degradation. Praise. Smoking. Burns. Pain Kink, Dom/Sub Dynamics.  

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He hated not seeing you as often as possible, but he also hated being open or honest about his emotions, especially ones that made him seem weak, or needy, like he relied on not just you but anyone. He likes to think himself an independent person through and through. All the logic in the world can’t stop the damn itch though, that longing and craving he feels for you, squirming under his skin, refusing to leave him and he knew the only thing to satisfy those cravings would be seeking you out. Feeling you against him, how sweet you could sound, the taste of your skin, fuck, the thoughts of you had him hard enough that his pants felt annoyingly, boarding on painfully tight. 

The scrape of his zipper is what pushes him to pick up his car keys and take off towards your place. The ride was quick with the late hour, the little traffic and how much he was speeding. He parked down the road from your place and started the walk up to your building and as his eyes drew up as he walked, he realised something, it was well past midnight and you were still up, he could see you on your balcony. It makes him pause with a smile, he pulls out the pack from his coat pocket and his lighter from the other one, he lights up and watches you for a minute.

You however, luckily, had not seen him yet, something he could totally work in his favour. 

After slipping inside and coming to your front door, the fact he was not in possession of a key wasn’t something that would deter him or even slow him down, he knew his way around locks and didn’t have to break it to break in effectively. A slip of a card through, pressing just so and the latch releases, he holds the knob and eases his way in carefully, he pauses in the doorway, he can see you standing there, your back to him on the balcony, clearly not aware of his presence. He knew he was being quiet but he wondered how you hadn’t noticed quite yet but he saw the headphones on and plugged into the device at your side, ah, that’ll do it, plus it was so you, can’t sleep, up late, lost in music. 

He closes the door, making sure it latches quietly, not even a click before he starts his slow approach, just the sight of you was enough to start doing him in. He watches and takes a deep drag as he does so, he doubts he will ever get tired of playing voyeur and watching you do just about anything. Right now however it is making the craving worse, it fills him with a particular urge and he decides to go for it. 

You were relaxed, enjoying the chill of the evening air, arms resting on the railing in front of you, taking in the music and letting the calm of this time of night wash over you, truly at peace. It made it so the next feeling that was foisted upon you was one of extreme shock. 

One hand is over your mouth and an arm slips around your waist, pulling you to him, the fear that sinks in is immediate, wondering how and why the fuck this was happening, who the hell this could be. You could smell the cigarette and feel the small brush of stubble on your cheek and then you know what is really happening, The hand on your waist lifts slightly, fingers hook the wire of your headphones and he pulls, they slip off, sit around your neck and you know it’s him. He was the one who forced his way inside, snuck in and was now holding you, his voice now filling your ears, the slight background of the music bleeding in at the edges as he says, “Shouldn’t be outside and up this late at night, it’s a bad fuckin’ idea.” 

You bite back the smile before it can truly form against his hand that was over your mouth, the thought of you not even being safe on your own balcony and it counting as being “out too late” makes you want to laugh, it is so him. 

“Makes a man like me wanna do terrible things.” A push of his hips, you feel him, Christ, how long has he been hard? How long has he been watching you from inside your apartment? Your head too full, you let out a questioning hum. 

“Oh don’t play so dumb, it’s cute but it’s not you. I know you-” He sing-songed out those last three words, a chuckle before he said, “-and you, are not dumb.” 

Another hum and he tsks, “No, no you’re not, you might do stupid shit sometimes but who doesn’t on occasion?”

You could see the cigarette now as opposed to just smelling it, the glowing orange end passing by your head, he inhales and it's almost like he can sense your longing, he asked on his exhale, “You want some?” 

A small nod, as much as he would allow, eyes slipping closed and then you expected his hand to lift but instead you felt it, burning and stinging sensation of pain, a sharp inhale through your nose, your eyes drop to see him burning your exposed thigh near the hem of your shorts. You squirm, you whine and he lifts it up, the pain lingers, he coos to you, “Awe, what? Is that not what you meant?”

Shaking your head and he sucks his teeth before letting out a low whistle, “Too bad I’m not invested or interested in what a whore like you wants.” 

The hand on your face, his fingers drum over your lips and he asks, “You gonna scream when I take this away?”

Another shake of your head and he does so, pulls it away slowly and you don’t scream and he smiles at that, he turns you around roughly, one hand cupping the back of your neck, the one still holding the end of his cigarette on your hip. His hands don’t stay still, as if he needs to keep moving constantly needing to feel, explore, as if the craving isn’t remotely satisfied even with his hands already on you. 

He wasn’t being that careful, a few more grazes of the lit cig brushing sensitive skin making you squirm, “I was just walkin’ by and looked up and happened to see you and just knew I had to come up here and do something about this-”, his point emphasised and driven home with a grind of his clothed erection against one of your hips, thumb pressing along the underside of your jaw. “-I had the thought that someone like you has to know their way around a dick, figured you could help me out.”

A final burn pressed into your arm causing you to hiss before it was dropped entirely, both hands free he groped you, felt your braless tits through the thin material of your shirt, thumbs passed over your nipples and he sighs, “Fucking Christ, this body of yours-”

You could still clearly smell the smoke clinging to him as he leaned in closer, lips dragged over your throat, tongue peeks out and he got the first taste of you, and it caused his hands to move down your sides. “-you’re just so soft. How can I resist? You’re practically begging me for it.” 

One of those same hands was between your legs now, a firm press of his fingers and you arch away from the sudden rush of sensation and he doesn’t take kindly to that. Pushing your back hard into the railing you were leaning on,, pulling back from where his mouth as been on your throat, sick smile on his face, “I don’t fucking think so, you’re not going anywhere-”

A shifting of your weight from one foot to the other, another attempt to try and get away, it is many things, weak futile, adorable, he still says regardless, “-you’re gonna take it and there’s nothin’ you can do to stop it”  

Like you’d ever dream of stopping him from anything he wanted to do to you. 

All this has happened with some pretty startling speed. He has been here for about five minutes and was sliding a hand into your shorts and underwear, the first contact of his hand makes you want to whine, he isn’t gentle about it. Fingers pass over your hole and he inhales through his teeth, “You’re this wet already?” 

A laugh before he says, “Here I was thinking you’d put up a fight about doing this out here but no convincing needed, your body loves it.”

Two fingers slide in with ease and he curses, “Fuck, you’re so hot inside, can’t wait to get in there-”, a rock of his fingers, palm pressed to your clit and he continued on, “-do you like the thought of people seeing you like this? Watching you out in the open?” 

At the mention of him being inside of you, fucking you here, on your balcony out here, it makes you clench around his fingers, something he naturally has to comment on, “Ooh yeah, I think you like it a lot.” 

His fingers pick up the pace, harder, rougher and your breathing does the same, eyes starting to slip closed as you soak in the feeling, it wasn’t all pleasure, the treatment brought an edge of pain that was helping, elevating the idea and the fantasy.

Him speaking in those low tones, feeling the breeze, his touch, a sound breaks out and he just cannot shut up, “What was that?” 

A curl of his fingers, pressing on that particular spot that makes you feel weaker in the knees and that same sound got louder, a curse, “Ooh you do speak. Good to know.” 

He leaned closer and said, “I wanna hear more, c’mon, talk.” 

A nod, a hard swallow and you ask, “Wha-what do you wanna hear?” 

“What’s on that mind of yours. What are you thinkin’?” 

You groaned out, “With what you’re doing with your fingers? No-not much.” 

Another laugh he grinds his palm against you, “Cute.” 

He pulls his fingers out, you start to protest before he brought his hand up and sucked his fingers clean, a groan of his own before he slipped them out, “Fuck you taste good.” 

Reaching out, his fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts and he ripped them down, “Just realised you are wearing just these shorts! You are too much-”  He leaned over, he pulled over the chair you’d set out on the balcony ages ago, he moves you, pulls you, one foot rested on the seat, shorts hooked around your ankle and his belt and fly are dealt with in short order. 

His hands back on you, one on your hip and the other on your thigh, the brush of him against you, intense eye contact, his lips were inches from yours and he asked, “Still not gonna protest?”

A bite of your lip and what you say next has no bite behind it, a heat laced whisper of, “No, please, stop.”

A drag of him through your folds, he nudges over your clit and he says, “Fuck. Tell me no. Tell me you don’t want it.” 

You play along, play the part, feed into this further, “No, no, don’t, please, please, please-”

That last please pitches up as he sinks inside of you with a groan. 

Holy shit did you ever need this and hot damn was it hard to pretend like you weren’t enjoying every moment of this. He soaks up this moment, the look on your face, brows knitted together and the harsh inhale, the flex of him inside of you and the squeeze of your walls on him and he can’t linger, so he does what he does best, he takes. 

The pace is far from easy after that, your hands reach back, lock on the railing to help keep yourself mostly upright. He isn’t that shy at all about how good it felt, heavy breathing, broken praise, “Shit yes-” 

His head tipped forward, his nose brushing over your cheek, slotting himself closer to you, breathing you in, an almost tender gesture, a stark difference from how brutally he was fucking you. “-feel so fucking good inside.”

A moan tumbles from your own lips, pressing your hips forward, more friction just the way you need, your breath catches and of course he notices, he helps, a hand on your hip, he helps you grind better, harder and the next moan is significantly louder. 

“Shh, shh, you wanna get caught that badly?” He asked, your palms hurt from how you held the rail, a questioning sound leaves your throat and he says, “I can see we aren’t alone, some people are down in the parking lot, you want em to see you like this, eh?” 

Is there? You cannot turn your head to see, you couldn’t hear anyone but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t anyone there.

You don’t close your mouth but you do attempt to quiet yourself and he clicks his tongue disapprovingly, he shifts himself, one hand down, thumb presses, hard circles where his pelvis had previously been providing stimulation and you gasp loudly. The climb is sudden, quick and overtakes with essentially no warning, tensing against him, a curse that if there was anyone in the parking lot they surely heard it. 

He doesn’t relent. He doesn’t slow, he keeps rubbing, cock sliding in and out just as rough and you whimper, still being so unrelenting overstimulation starts to set in, you can’t control the sounds you are making, body shivering. He manages to pull another from you, forces it from you in short order and when your eyes start to tear up from the pain sinking in he forces himself as deep as he can, he cums with the praise sweet on his tongue as the tears roll down your face, “You’re beautiful.”

That is when he kisses you, hot, all consuming, tongue in your mouth and you return it, your hands reach out, trembling, one in his hair and one gripping his jacket, needing him close as he could be. The movements of your lips against his slow, you disentangle, he pulls out and tucks himself away. You sit down on the chair you were previously using for leverage and he takes the one across from you, his feet up on the small table he fishes out his cigarettes again, lighting up he is aware you are watching him.

After he lights it, inhales he offers with that same sick smile, “You want some again?”

You think that you did. 

Chucky Lee Ray x Reader || Drabble

Plot: When you come home from a really terrible date who definitely expects to be invited in, you do something Kinda Sneaky... and say you live with your brother and, oops! You forgot your key!!- and knock on the apartment next to yours, acting like this one is yours. Chucky's apartment.

Warnings: N/A.

Knock knock. No answer.

Knock knock knock. No answer.

Humming nervously, because why the hell why isn't he answering?? Please be home, Chucky, p l e a s e- "He must have his headphones on, the dumbass." You throw back to your date, Hank, rolling your eyes like 'brothers, huh?'.

"Hey, if you cant get it, you can always come back to my place?"

"Oh thats nice of you- " Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock-

"Bro!" You exclaim in a loud, totally-fake greeting as soon as the door flies open and reveals Charles Lee Ray, looking as if you just woke him up, his hair in his dark eyes and a beer-stained, moth-eaten white t-shirt on that completely washes him out and makes him look like Samara Morgan (Sweet jesus, if you weren't so desperate to get away from Hank, you would be terrified of this nightmare look). His face twists into grumpy, tired confusion but before he can ask you what the hell you're talking about- you slip your arms around his waist and squeeze him in a hug. "Play along." Dear god, play along.

When you pull back, a hostage-smile pasted to your face standing there with Hank behind you looking bored and annoyed (And wearing a stained t-shirt of his own- under a date blazer), the cranky frown on his face upturns into a smirk. Oh~

You hope to god thats a good smirk and your annoying neighbour is not about to screw you.

Its not like Hank is dangerous, or t h r e a t e n i n g, at all- no. He's fine. But after 4 hours of talking about his fucking car, and The Big Bang Theory (How funny Howard Walowitz is in the first seasons and how misunderstood he is with women- jesus), and meeting his mother at the start-- you are DONE!!

DONE!! FINISHED!

You're up to hear with him and Chucky, as annoying and rude as he is, suddenly feels like a great alternative! At least if you went out with him tonight, you might've gotten a good buzz out of it. Hank took you to a Chuck E Cheese, and he didn't bring a flask.

When Chucky leans against the door and makes room for you to slip by, smirking dangerously at your date, you happily go into his apartment. You never wanted to get in there so bad, before. You never wanted to go in there, period, before today. But now it feels like sanctuary. "So... you're the guy that took out Y/N tonight."

Oh no- he's still talking. Why on earth is Chucky still talking-

"-Yeah thats him!" You cut in, before flashing Hank a bright smile and a waive. "I had a great time- bye Hank!" Please go. Please go. Please go now-

Before your date can leave and you can never see him again, Chucky stops him- and when you glance at his face, you can see an even broader, more mischievous smirk on him. Oh no. "Hold on there, man, wait. I gotta make sure you're alright, don't I??"

"No, bro, you don't." You say pointedly, making Chucky turn that nefarious, lascivious grin onto you for a moment.

"Hehe... I think I do."

Through grit teeth, you beseech him. "Fight the urge." Or, well- beg him. You're begging. You're absolutely begging.

Because wherever Chucky is going to take this, is not going to be good, especially with that evil twinkle in his pale blue eyes. "What kinda brother would I be if I didn't check him?"

"The best brother in the world."

"Ahhhhh... you're just sayin' that. Hey Hank- " When you both turn back to the hallway and see that Hank is, actually, gone-- you're equally baffled and relieved. Thank god, but... when did he leave??? Chucky, on the other hand, pouts. "Damn. ... Maybe he wasn't that into you."

While rolling your eyes, you catch sight of a black object plainly sticking out of Chucky's pyjama pants. "Or maybe he saw the gun tucked into your pants! Is that loaded!??"

"... no."

"No!??" That did not sound definitive!!

"Well yeah, of course it is. But here's the thing, doll. Guess what?" You're about to ask a put-out and huffy 'what?', when Chucky pulls the door to his apartment abruptly closed; standing far too close to you and looking at you in that lecherous Chucky-way that makes you feel so small and squirrelly. Wait- "Look at that?~ You're all mine, all of a sudden~ Hehe,"

As you stand there, half scared/half... something else, you wonder dumbly how and when did you lose control of this situation-

If this is too triggering it's ok to skip 💜, so headcanons of Teenage reader asleep and she has a terrible nightmare of chucky killing her but chucky wakes her up and asks her what's wrong and she's to scared to tell him, so like angst to fluff platonic please, also chucky from the show please

NIGHTMARE .

; pairing ; chucky x fem! teen! reader (platonic)

; note ; not triggering at all! thank you for your ask

; warnings ; nightmares

you're sprawled out on your bed, snoozing away, when suddenly you find yourself in the middle of a nightmare.

chucky, your doll buddy, is on a rampage, and you're the main target.

he's slashing through the air, laughing maniacally, and you're running for your life.

just as chucky's about to deliver the final stab, you jolt awake with a scream.

you look to your side and chucky's on your bed, looking at you like you're crazy or something

"fuck happened?"

however, the concern in his eyes betrays the gruff exterior.

you're too scared to form proper sentences, so you just stare at him like a deer caught in headlights.

what if he gets angry? what if he really does want to harm you?

chucky, surprisingly, seems genuinely concerned.

"well? come on."

after a deep breath, you spill the details of your nightmare, careful not to accuse him directly.

chucky's eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks almost sympathetic.

"sheesh. you really dreamt that stuff?"

as you nod, he lets out a sigh, moving over and sitting down right beside you.

"listen, i ain't gonna hurt you, ever. i'm not wasting my time offing my favorite kid."

you can't help but crack a tiny smile.

maybe having a killer doll as a roommate isn't all bad.

chucky pats your head in a bizarrely comforting way.

"now get some shut-eye, and remember, i got your back."

Ngl it would be kind nice to have a little sister that i could just could cuddle and sleep with in a nonsexual way where we arnt bothered by the fact we get horny sometimes and like to masturbate And so what if we help eachother sometimes but mostly just wholesome cuddling. Yk?

I feel that so hard, id love that so much tbh!

would you do poly tiffany and chucky with the reader and tiffany domming ?

ok i know im cheating with a non childs play gif but like… the face grab… his expression… i Nut, shoutout to @prurientpuddlejumper for the extremely choice dourif content (and wonderful content overall ;) )

“You were right, Tiff,” you sighed, dragging your nails along the tense arch of Charles’ spine. “He does look cute like this.”

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a good big brother waits for his little sister to get horny by herself before he starts filling her with cum

I want big brother to fill me with lots and lots of cum now whilst I desperately cling to him and push him deeper into me so I can feel his cock even deeper nd better <3

omg can i please get some poly chucky x tiffany x reader with chucky n tiff domming 🥺🥺

this one got away from me a lil hgfdsa, everything is fun and consensual and whatnot but still, heed the warnings if you think this won’t be ur cup of tea. afab reader, they/them pronouns. length: 1.8k

cws: consensual non-consent/slight dubcon, bloodplay, knifeplay, gagging, fuckin in a church lmao

St. Augustine’s Church. You wouldn’t call yourself faithful, but there was still some small comfort in passing by the old building. It was one of the first landmarks that you had familiarized yourself with when you first moved to Chicago, and you still found yourself passing by the place when you went about your daily errands. When the weather was good, the doors were flung open so the heavy, familiar smells of incense and candlewax drifted out into the street, and during the holiday season you could often hear hymns echoing from within. 

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