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kinky/rough prompts [accepting] [x]

@basstardz​ said:  [ tongue ] from Hades

prompt and response under cut, nsft /

With a belly full of his cum and his seed seeping slowly from her still swollen cunt, Rosalyn had never felt such arousal. She could feel his cum dripping from her as she stretched her back and took the position. He’d filled every hole with one left to claim as she enjoyed his ministrations upon asshole and pussy with his long fingers, readying her for his cock to penetrate her one final time.

Moans left her sore throat, yet she powered through the blissful aches and pains upon her body as she found enjoyment in the carnalities between man and woman. Never had she felt such pleasures delivered upon her virginal body -- and now her body’s first pleasure was brought about at his touch, this stranger who’d saved and taken her to his tent.  With each act, she’d taken in the sweet taste of offered chocolates, like that of a reward. On her lips remained the trace of the dark sweetness along with a hint of his drying seed still there at the corner of her mouth. 

          “Fuck,” she cursed loudly. Popping the hood of the car caused a plume of scalding white smoke to billow up toward the sky like a white beacon. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and anyone driving Highway 50 would instantly notice. Coughing, she propped the hood open and used both hands to wave over the scorching engine. Once it was clear enough to inspect she placed her hands on the edge, looking over the parts to try and determine what was going on. She pushed her sunglasses up to act as a headband, keeping her bangs out of her face. The engine was still too hot for her to touch, the metal pinging noisily as it started to cool.

     The desert was scorching hot, sweat already beginning to glisten on her tanned skin. She was thankful she’d chosen jean shorts but her leather jacket was causing a problem. The black color was drawing in even more heat but she needed it to hide the pistol in the waistband of her shorts. No one would blame her if they saw it; a young female all alone on a hot desert highway. Swiftly, she wrapped her hair up in a messy bun to get the thick locks off the back of her neck. The highway wasn’t as busy as most but she couldn’t recall the last time she spotted another car and figured there wouldn’t be anyone to really assist. 

     A quick glance up and down the highway and she could see she was very alone. Damn. Time was wasting and she needed to get to some town called Desperation before her target fled or someone got to him first. There was a large bounty placed on his head and her resources had informed her Desperation was his last known trajectory. 

     With the engine a bit cooler she returned to looking it over getting a whiff of a pungent fuel odor. “Oh no. Oh no, no, no,” she dropped down and looked under the car to see the last bit of her fuel leaking out, drying almost instantly as it touched the blistering ground. Hitting the grill of the car she stood up, assuming a seal had broken and caused the fuel to leak out on the engine. It’d explain all the smoke. 

     “God dammit, piece of shit,” she grumbled, fumbling around her coat pocket for her phone. This is what she got for renting a car instead of using her own. Should’ve known better but if she got in a chase she didn’t want to risk damaging her own ride. Her expression dropped even more as she realized there was no service. Dropping her glasses back over her eyes she started holding the device up, trying to pick up at least a little signal to call for a tow, unaware of the danger heading her way.

@motleysort​ & @basstardz​​ . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

“Here, you can sleep in my bed tonight,” invited Fish as she walked into the room, holding a spare pajama for her friend, “I think it’ll be more convenient, if we’re together.”

She looked as casual as ever, putting down the spare pajama on the bed and changing into her own. It was as if they were about to have the most normal sleepover instead of trying to trap a demonic serial killer. Then again, Nancy couldn’t be all that surprised to see her friend quite so calm. 

Fish Lecter was used to killers. 

Opening her bedside table, she got two knives out, placed them both under the pillows, and climbed into bed. “Don’t hurt yourself, though,” she warned Nancy, “they’re razor sharp. I sharpen them myself, actually.” There was clear pride in her voice. 

      a bright light in a sea of darkness  ------   katherine descends upon this dream-like wasteland pristine ,   untouched  ;     ivory spilling over the stained flooring like milk ,      angelic gown nipping at the base of pale ankles ,    of wandering feet  ,     that continue to on their aimlessly against all discouragement these grim surroundings have to offer .     winged back hunched as she crouches down to touch the boiler ,   plastic halo hanging crookedly above a crown of dark hair that spills over boney shoulders ,     silver cross dangling between the jut of her collarbone ,   xylophone bones popping along the length of her spine as a hand settles flat atop lukewarm steel  ,     the boiler room eerily silent .

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        * * *

 Eddie Brock, once a celebrated journalist before he was cast aside, then celebrated again after everything that had happened with Cletus Kasady, had stopped wondering when his life had become such a whirlwind of chaotic bullshit. It was no use. Not God, not anybody, could reassure him that things would settle down one day.

 After all, here he was, fresh from the beach in the company of a parasitic alien, back in his old stomping ground of New York. But it wasn’t his New York. Things were similar, but slightly off, like some asshole moving all the furniture in the house over to the left by a couple inches. He didn’t know how or why it had happened, even if Venom swore he had nothing to do with it.

 But here they were. And here was a guy with four mechanical arms on his back, tearing his way down the street. People screaming. Glass shattering. Brick crumbling to dust and torn away.

   “You gotta be kidding me...”

   BAD GUY. RIGHT?

   “Yeah- oh yeah. Bad guy. Serious bad guy.”

   THEN LET’S EAT!

 Before Eddie could even think about protesting, Venom took over, growing to his full seven feet in height and absorbing his human host. But what the hell- this still counted as their vacation, right?

 And he’d promised, hadn’t he? He’d promised right there in the House of God. I will let you eat everybody. Okay, so he’d said what he had to say in the moment, but this guy striding over the crowds like some fucked up spider? He was real bad news, and that meant he was going on the menu.