#shitty writing

it's your first time and your dear boyfriend promised to only put the tip in. (told ya.)

“just the tip, baby, i promise,” he coos, holding your chin, “i promise.” he carefully slips the tip into your cunt, sucking air in through his teeth. 

“‘s keep it there, lukey. don’t move,” your voice soft and breathy. you hold onto the base, softly stroking him as he slowly rocks back and forth. this is enough for you. you can barely take his fingers, so you know you won’t be able to take him fully. this is fine.

but why would it be enough for him? sure, it feels good, but he’s hungry. 

can you blame him?

you’re so focused trying to please you and your dear boyfriend that you don’t notice him spitting on your already wet folds. his arm flexes as he leans down to grab onto your waist, getting a good grip before slamming his cock into your tight cunt. he releases a bestial groan, throwing his head back as he bottoms out. 

you cry out loud, feeling your pure, tight, soft pussy being broken in, just like that. “l-luke! you—it hurts!” 

“shhh, baby, you can take it, yeah? thought you were a big girl?” he whispers, pulling back slowly. you whimper as he withdraws, your tiny body trying to suck him back in. he spits again, using it to lube his length. he spreads your legs wider, lifting your hips higher. you whimper and pout, looking for an ounce of sympathy from him. but… nothing. “b-baby, you said just the tip!”

you see his cock stiffen more as he prepares to push back into you. “i lied,” he mutters, slamming back into you. you howl, trying to push him out. “damn, you're tight,” he growls. he pulls back, then slaps, thrusting deeper. he grips your thighs, spreading your legs wider apart. “been keepin’ this from me for this long? tsk, tsk.” he smiles, clearly enjoying the pain you’re in.

he watches you throw your head back, tears spilling over. you’re barely taking an inch. can’t you calm down? he pulls back slightly, then slams again. “damn it,” he mutters. “spread your legs more,” he orders. 

as he thrusts, your breasts bounce beautifully, but you’re so cock-drunk you can barely speak. you babble, he destroys your walls. you babble, he fucks harder into you. it hurts. too badly. he knows this, but he doesn’t care. why would he? he’s finally getting what you’ve held off for years.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” luke chanted, pounding into you like a jackhammer. your fingers curl, your toes curl, your whole body is curled in on itself as he fucks you into the mattress. he reaches between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucks you. this only worsens your already vegetative state, causing your thighs to tremble. he takes a hand off your thigh to hold on to your neck, softly gripping it as he fucks into you. 

how pretty you are, how delicate and beautiful you are.

“god, you sound so good,” he chuckles darkly, his fingers digging bruises into your thighs as he holds them apart. he hits something inside you, and you both feel it. he hits it repeatedly, each time making you whine louder.

but slowly, you come back to yourself. finally beginning to enjoy it. look at you. coming to your senses. 

"shit..." he notices the shift in your screams, from pain to pleasure. his pace slows slightly, but the intensity remains. he leans down, nipping at your ear. “ finally taking that dick like you’re s’posed to," he whispers, hitting that spot inside you with purpose now. 

"that's right, baby. take it. fuck, you feel so good," he smiles, licking his lips perversely, gripping your hips tightly. "touch your tits for me," he orders, his voice rough with pleasure. "play with them while i fuck you."

you look up at him through teary eyes, unintentionally batting your eyelashes so beautifully. “fuck, okay,” blood pricks on your bottom lip as you bite down, smiling at your beautiful boy.

your fingers catch your shared juices at the base of his cock, you take it and rub it into your chest, squeezing and pulling your breasts. “so good, m’gonna…”

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.

"gonna what, baby?" he smirks, knowing exactly what you're trying to say. "cum for me? cum all over my big dick?" he reaches down and pinches your clit hard, sending you over the edge. "cum, baby."

PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.

that’s it, there you go, hm? you spasm and thrash when you cum harshly, cunt restricting around his length, more than it already is. it chokes him like it’s pulling the cum out of him.

he feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you cum, the sensation pushing him over the edge. "fuck, babe! just fuckin’ take it!" he groans, slamming into you as he unleashes a warm load deep inside your cum-drunk pussy. 

PLAP.

he fucks his cum into you, knowing neither of you cares for a baby. “take it.”

…aaand after that, you never wanna take “just the tip” again. 

even when you’re both all tired, you still cockwarm. fully.

he is trying to bring down the ruling house, who have practiced incest for generations 'to keep their valyrian blood pure'. they have said that they are closer to gods than to men. they have said that they were given the divine right to rule by the seven (ignoring the targaryen massacres against the faith).

Everyone talks about how the Patrova line is the red string of fate that brought Rocky and Grace together, and how it's referenced throughout the film.

-And this may be a stretch but I gotta put it somewhere-

No one ever brings up the fact that Eva Stratt is a part of that reference. She is the entire reason Grace is even a part of Project Hail Mary, and- while this is likely just a coincidence- she also has red hair.

. ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˊˎ˗ .

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who'd mention you in their prayers, thanking the Spawn for blessing them with your prescence.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who worships the ground you walk on as if you were a deity or The Spawn itself.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime has definitely heard rumors circulating around certain members of the cult, spilling them to you like a highschool girl with hot gossip.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who remembers. Your favorite color ? Your favorite flower ? Your favorite perfume that you only use during special occasions ? They have all of that jotted down in their sweet twisted mind.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who loves teaching you about their cult's rituals and chants, doesn't matter if you're apart of them or not. Which concerns and terrifies you but you'd rather get sacrificed than admit it. You love them, don't you? So you just listen..!! Even if you don't want to.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who adores scented candles but never has the courage to light them on their own. Luckily, you exist—unless you’re afraid of matchsticks too.. Oh well,, the faint light of the broken lantern works just fine.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who has trouble actively taking care of themselves. Thankfully, they have you !! a kind and lovely partner who helps by gently reminding them to take care of themselves.

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime loves it when you leave marks on them—whether they’re hickeys or kiss marks, they’ll still fold. This goes both ways. Don’t expect to leave the cabin for a task without being covered in hickeys. (The scary Amarah who's eyes have been lingering on your neck for longer than it should, debating if the marks were real or if it was just the Spawn playing tricks on them.)

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime is overprotective—well, not too overprotective !! They’re the kind of partner who subtly looms and hovers behind you while you’re talking to someone else, who is now scared shitless of the they/them that's staring daggers at them, they're a Shadow after all. (In which you can't tell if that's worse or not)

Pre-Forsaken TwoTime who loves you deeply, regardless of whether you belong to the cult.

Ari/Author's Note: Yeah so uhm english is not my first language so I'm sorry if the writing, grammar, and usage of punctuation marks are shitty 😂✌️ I made this purely out of boredom so ZERO efforts are put into these hahahaha...

Ask box is WIDEE open if you want to request smth !! Both Doodles and x readers r open

there is NOT enough pest content so YES

I’m actually so fucking sorry i took so long i lowk forgot about this draft🥹

(and i also dont play Regretevator a lot so this is going to be super ooc)

Pest🕷️(regretevator) dating hcs!

Comforts of home

Pairing: Ole Munch x F!oc

Warnings: mentions of anxiety attacks, spicy morning

The familiar tightness in my chest was the first sign. Another day, another anxiety attack, I thought, rubbing my chest hard. My mind soon went blank and the ringing in my ears picked up. My gaze went out of focus, as if my soul left my body. For how long I was dissociated, Im not sure. I could faintly feel my heartbeat under the hand on my chest, rapid and stuttering. My breathing was shallow as I involuntarily rocked back and forth, subconsciously trying to regulate myself. My thoughts, despite being scattered and incoherent, drifted to the man who has been a steadfast fixture in my life. The front door opening didn't register as Ole came home. Or when he knelt down next to me, trying to snap me out of my reverie. The next thing I remember, I'm being pulled up into Ole's embrace. I inhaled shakily, everything flooding my brain at once.

"My Owl, come along now." Ole, as gently as he knew how to be, corralled me to our shared room, keeping one hand on me. My legs still felt like lead, and I stumbled up the stairs slightly as we went up.

"Ole.. I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling tears run down my face. He hummed as we stepped into our room, pulling me over to the bed.

"No sorry needed, my Owl. You needed.. me," he rumbled, leaning down to rest his head against mine. He then moved with methodical ease, helping me dress for sleep.

"Lay down." I complied quietly, crawling into bed with leaden limbs.

His Owl curled into the blankets of their bed, eyes already half closed. The man then began to undress, keeping a close eye on his woman. It was strange to him, having a woman to call his own. For five centuries, he had always walked alone. That is, until his Owl came along. She had changed everything for him. The Tiger may have helped kindle the joy in him, but it was his Owl that nurtured it. Helped the joy bloom into more. Helped it bloom into more emotions he was unused to. Emotions his Owl helped him navigate. And yet, even knowing his past, she still chose him. As he finished undressing, he moved to lay down. The moment he did, though, his Owl curled into him. The man soon found himself pressed against his Owl's breasts, one leg wrapped around his waist, the other tangled between his own. Their position, once foreign to the man, felt natural, and oddly soothing. Her arms wrapped around the man protectively, right hand cradling his head. The man felt his body relax fully, something that had not happened in a very long time. His eyes grew heavy as he was pressed closer to his Owl. His own arms wrapped around her small body, hands near on fully splayed across her entire back.

"You're safe, my Owl," he murmured into her chest, feeling her heart begin to slow as he tumbled into slumber.

Sunlight shone through the thin curtains, momentarily blinding me when I woke. Ole was still curled into me, sleeping soundly. It also didn't help that the poor man had my left leg hitched over his hips the whole night. I felt his hands flex against my back as he buried his face more into my chest, a low growl rumbling in his throat. I slowly started to move my leg off of him, but jumped slightly as one of Ole's hands gripped my thigh with bruising force.

"No, Mama. Keep it there," he hissed, pulling my leg over him again and pulling my hips ever closer. That same hand stayed fixed on my hips, fingers flexing into the meat of my lower back. I bit my lip to keep the gutteral moan from bubbling up. I distracted myself from the inappropriate images fleeting through my mind by starting to mess with Ole's hair. In turn, it earned me a low groan and his face pressing even more into my breasts. A deep flush creeped its way up my neck and face as he did so. I hummed softly as I ran my fingers through his hair, dragging my nails across his scalp tenderly as I did so. A soft moan floated from Ole as I continued my ministrations. I felt his left hand move up my back and to the nape of my neck, pushing my head down a little. As I moved my head, his moved up. Chapped lips met mine, a breathy groan infiltrating my mouth. Ole then rolled both of us over, with him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, mouths still slotted together. He soon started rutting against me, cock hard and leaking already. I whimpered into Ole's mouth, bucking up against him. The sleep shorts were soon discarded, along with the t-shirt I was wearing. When I was fully bare, Ole paused, eyes blown. His hands slid up and down my thighs, thumbs caressing the multitude of scars.

His Owl was bare under him, but all the man could focus on were her scars. How they made her beautiful, and showed that she was strong. He knew that his Owl didnt think the same way, though. He unhooked her legs from his waist as he slid down. His Owl gasped as the man swiped a finger up her slick cunt. A satisfied hum erupted from his throat as he buried his face in her folds. Small fingers threaded through his hair as he suckled at the Owl's clit, one finger sinking into her wet heat. Her hips bucked against his mouth, spreading slickness from his nose to chin.

"Ole, please!!" The man growled as he sank a second finger into the Owl's warmth. He continued his ministrations, moving between suckling at the Owl's clit and dipping his tongue into her pussy. Breathy moans and whimpers floated around the room as the man feasted upon his woman. Despite how hard he was, the man was hell bent on pleasuring his Owl first. Make her delectable cunt pliant enough to fit his cock. The tightening of both her fingers and pussy told the man everything. She soon shattered on his tongue and fingers, screaming his name. Pride swelled in his chest as he pulled back to gaze up at his Owl. Her eyes were heavy lidded, chest heaving from cumming. Her hands tugged him up, whimpering that she needed him. The man easily complied, for who was he to deny his woman.

"My Ole..... I need you, please.." his Owl whined, wrapping her gorgeous legs around his waist. The man leaned down and nuzzled into her neck, humming so deep it was almost a purr.

"A man shall never deny his woman," he crooned, allowing the Owl to pull him in for a searing kiss. He felt a moan slip past his lips at the connection, his cock throbbing for attention. The Owl wrapped her arms around him, locking him in. Not that he was complaining. Dark brown eyes met his own, their depths speaking volumes. The man pressed an open mouthed kiss to her temple as he fisted his cock, lining up with her dripping cunt. He slowly sank into her warmth, stretching her past the limits. The man soon bottomed out, feeling her pussy walls spasm around his overly sensitive dick. The Owl's nails dug into his shoulders, into the scars on his own back.

"I need you, my Ole..... Please," the Owl whined, nose bumping against his. The man growled in response, beginning to move within her wet heat.

The moment Ole began to move within me, its as if the entire world stopped. The stretch of his thick cock split me open so deliciously, making the edges of my vision darken. The only thing that mattered was the man above and within me. One large hand moved up and behind my head, the other on my hips. Ole soon picked up speed, growling continuously. He then pushed my legs up more, tossing them over his shoulders. Pushing me into a full mating press.. the hand that was on my hips joined the other behind my head, his soulful blue eyes never leaving mine. The sounds of skin slapping together mixed with Ole's growls and my moaning. The pressure building in my lower belly soon snapped, and I screamed as I fell over the edge. As I came, it sent Ole into an absolute frenzy. He started to get rougher, eyes conveying his carnal desire.

"Come inside me..... I beg you, my love!" I cried, feeling a third orgasm already building. Ole groaned as I said this, pressing into me completely. My knees were resting against my chest, Ole pounding into me mercilessly.

"Touch yourself, my Owl," he snarled, and I mindlessly did what I was told. My fingers circled my clit, and I cried out as the most intense orgasm ripped through me. Ole stilled as I came, his seed filling my battered pussy.

The man held his Owl close to his chest, watching her as she traced some of his scars.

"My Owl... A man has something he must say.. Something important," he started, and she tipped her head back.

"And what is it, my love?" The Owl, Alyx, asked. He took a deep breath before telling her.

"The man.... I love you," he choked out, the words coming out rougher than he intended. The Owl's eyes widened, tears shimmering in their depths.

"Ole.... I love you, too," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him so sweetly. For the first time in a long time, the man felt the comfort of home. And that was within his woman's arms, in his Alyx's arms.