Forcefully manhandles you, dragging you up and over their face, hands digging into your thighs preventing you from shifting your weight. They said sit, not hover.
Desperately pleads for you to reconsider until you surrender. Now it's your turn to whine. Hope you weren’t thinking this would be a one-time thing; as they say, "give a man an inch and he'll take a mile."
↳ Alex, Black Wolf, Darryl, Great Hawk, Gwylan, Harper, Kylar, Mickey, Sirris, Corrupt!Sydney, Wren
Gets you so intoxicated you can only pitifully whine and paw at their hands as they drape you over their head. Too far gone to hold your own weight, you have no choice but to comply.
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Veteran guard has one fuck off big breeding kink. (AFAB reader but GN pronouns are used)
content warning. pregnancy talk, rough sex, breeding kink, implied non/dubcon but can be read as consensual sex.
Veteran guard is basically at the top of the food chain in the prison. He buts heads with Methodical a lot, since Method thinks he should have more of a say, due to being a man of the temple, but Veteran has the age and experience over him. Then its Relaxed and finally, Anxious.
Once he has a liking for you, doesn't mean he's going to have a soft spot. He has that locket around his neck for reason. I like to think its from a young sweetheart who died or left, or his child whose grown up and left, and he's along. He practically invented overtime at the prison.
So maybe it takes on slip. One time his will breaks and he unlocks you cell door as everyone else sleeps and slips in. Pins you down and fucks into you like a beast, growling for you to keep quiet into your ear. Veteran can't get enough of your cunt, fucking into you like a man possessed, as if this is the first indulgence of anyone he's enjoyed in a while.
His breeding kink isn't as much marking or an animalistic side, like Eden or Remy. He wants his fucking progeny. He wants what was always expected of him, and something he always thought he deserved.
His rutting into you isn't to create kids, not at first. Vet is breaking one of his rules, to be with you, even like this, with a hand over your mouth and hissed threats.
But it keeps happening. Yanks you into corners and his office to bounce you on his cock, to ruin you over and over and over again. This is when his soft spot comes out for you. His lil cock sleeve, his whore.
He knows the other inmates and maybe the other guards paw at you, but don't remind him, or catch you with Relaxed or the Scarred Inmate. Will be brutal with you later, and his bites and marks will be kicked up several notches.
Shit hits the fan when he notices you haven't bled through your jumpsuit or your bed sheets in a while now. Corners you and marches you to Methodical, to discover if you're pregnant.
Methodical is sneering and idly asking if they'd have to pick an inmates' name at random to go on the birth certificate until Veteran growls at him to shut up.
Life changes when that little plus sign appears on the test. Veteran finally has what he wants.
And its with a fucking inmate.
That's known as his pet.
Yeah, he sticks you in solitary confinement until he finished up making arrangements for you to be put under house arrest... In his house. He goes from overtime to barely even making it in on time to his shifts.
No brutal sex when pregnant, though he still fills you up daily. The longer along in the pregnancy you get, the more he shoulders, keeping a keen eye on you at all times.
After the baby, he leans down and growls into your ear, "Take care of that little cunt, I'm not done with it yet."
Doesn't touch your cunt or your ass while you're recovering, instead going down on you, his large calloused hands pressed against your stomach as he maintains eye contact. He big, he can just tuck the baby into his elbow no problem.
Unlike Methodical, who also has a breeding kink, just for the patriarchal side, the good temple going man image, and only wants one kid, Vet wants 2-3.
You' re his pet, you're his good little baby maker. He's an asshole but as time goes on, he's your asshole, whose grumpy when you forget to kiss him hello when he comes home.
As a treat, a thought I had from my second Collab entry...
New punishment at the prison, you're forced into a small room, a hole for each of the four walls. Wrists and neck and thighs connected to the shackles by the holes, so you can fuck, blow and jerk off all the while being stuck in the room.
But, little do you know, you're just for the prison guards. They already subject you enough to the unwashed cocks on the masses, and the guards need a break sometimes.
Anyway it's obvious who visits you when.
Relaxed guard loves a good blowjob, will leave his post in the laundry room to visit you, chatting all the while nudging his cockhead against your lips for you to swallow him down
Methodical guard doesnt say a word, even when he comes. Just uses your hand and leaves. Dying to have proper access to you, wants to see how aroused you get.
Anxious is just a lil guy. Goes for your hand but is dying to use your mouth or hole, but let him build up the courage. Usually needs a handjob to perk him up after shenanigans with the watchers. Obviously him by his stammering and soft cussing and the way he starts to fuck your hand instead of letting you jerk him.
Veteran guard will only use your cunt. Harsh, deep, hard strokes into you. You did notice him whisper out a name that wasnt yours in the earlier days but of course you didn't notice when he thinks less of them and spends more time admiring how your hole swallows him. Once takes the photo from your file to look at as he fucks into you, but that's just him being quirky ❤️
Scarred inmate does have to face discipline for sneaking off and using his darling prison spouse he just missed you so much. Anyway, worth it ❤️
on god, im currently just thinking about one of the prison guards catching you riding the methodical guard. ALSO THIS IS SUPER INFORMAL AFTER WRITING A BUNCH LET ME LIVE, ILL REWRITE IT LATER
Relaxed coming in to see if he can swipe some... Medicinal alcohol, just to see their good friend being ridden by their favourite little inmate. Specs breathing all shakily as his cock is humped. It's way too obvious what you two are doing, even if Methodical tried his best to hide behind one of the infirmary curtains.
He can just grin and slip back out. Going to use that information on specs later. And you. He really wants to see if you can hump his cock as good as you can suck it
Anxious would just freeze up. Needed something for their nerves before they headed up to the spire but all of that disappeared the moment he saw you and his superior. The squishy, wet noises of Methodical's cock rutting into your sloppy hole struck Anxious more than the actual sight of you two together. it sounded... filthy. with so many years of listening to his sermons and religious talk, this... these sounds? so much.
he has to escape back out, and the first time ever, the spire is a welcoming destination.
veteran guard wont have it. the warden trusts methodical to dole out punishments, what the fuck will happened? unless this is your new punishment, which its obviously not, methodical, the best of them, is showing favoritism, corrupted by your fucked open hole.
Going to walk over to yank you off his friend, scowling. Will absolutely fuck you, "since all rules are out the window"
I WOULD ALSO LOVE FOR THE GUARDS TO CATCH YOU AND METHODICAL HUMPING AWAY AFTER YOU GOT YOUR PUNISHMENT TO WALK AROUND WITHOUT CLOTHES, METHODICAL JUST FUCKING BREAKING AT THE SIGHT AND NEEDING YOU
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Current state: ALPHA V.0.4.11 [UPDATED 2026/06/28]
Play on PC/Android DOLMODS.NET - RBE is part of New World!
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Updating does NOT ruin your save. You just need to reupload the new .zip into ModLoader to enjoy.
Alpha release, as of V0.4.0 contains:
~65,000 words of new content total
243 new passages (scenes, choices, outcomes)
255 vanilla passage patches — places in the base game that now have Bailey flavor
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No really, this is angst I've been yearning for because foreal???? (Spoilers for Belphie/Mike Event Day 9)
As expected God knew everything was gonna happen that way and I bet you he knew this is the path Michael would select in the first place.
Aside from that, the visuals I had in my mind when Lucifer was using the light to punish them and Michael standing in front of Belphie was so moving to me. Like he woke up and really protected him after all no matter if he was just being used.
The power dynamics here are really fucking telling. Even Lucifer couldn't handle Belphie at all. His power is that great y'all
And then....this was the main kicker for me
When Michael said that in the future it was Belphie who would lead everyone to protect both worlds. His power alone would save everyone from what's to come.
That's fucking wild.
A king we expected nothing from, just to be said that he is the one who will lead everyone to safety from the other realm. This is so crazy. This literally means that Belphie is technically the most powerful devil in all of Hell and literally no one knows the full extent of that.
i knew my taste in men wasn't bad let's go
On a serious note here, Michael being the one to declare him as Sloth and gave him his name had my heart in anguish. LIKE THATS HIS BROTHER NOW NO QUESTIONS
But I do have one question here. It mentioned that Lucifer had 12 wings, he is the highest seraphim angel there is there. But Metatron also had a lot of wings if I remember he had like, what... 12 or 13? (from Mammon's event)
It's not really that big of a deal I just noticed that detail and was like huh okay then that's interesting.
But tomorrow is the final day....we still have no idea about Beleth coming back and how he's gonna come back. My biggest prediction here is that once they send off Belphie to Hell, they are going to send Beleth as well to look over him but it would be a mere "coincidence" that they run into each other and then that runs into Belphie and Beleth's event that we saw before.
This shit is getting interesting with this one event and I feel it's building us up to something with that other realm.
WHB God though still irritates me lmao but so be it
I also wonder what it would have been like having Michael be a fallen angel sent to Earth. I wonder what it would be like if he did that and he had ran into MC as well too. LIKE that would be such a fun concept to play around with.
Anyways that's been my thoughts for today's piece.
Take it easy y'all 😭 just one more day (in a few hours in fact)
TW; mommy kink, harsh language, implied overstimulation, really filthy sexual language, implied use of vibrator, public/semi-public masturbation, begging, implied edging, dom!reader, brat tamer!reader
The creeps pissed you off. Luckily, your special gift of a remote-control vibrator for them just arrived in the mail at the perfect time. You aren't gonna let them have a taste of you that easily.
OR: overstimulating/edging the creeps with a remote-control vibrator while they're in public!
includes: Jeff, Toby, BEN, Brian, Tim, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack. Ft. A very very special guest
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WHERE THE HELL IS MY HUSBAND? Calling the creep boys ur husband while not in a rls w/them
TW!!: SFW, cussing, a bit suggestive imply on tim, some want the cookie and some dont, no girls cuz this took to long, added candypop and jason, no Helen cuz I forgot
A/n: based off that raye song yes yes im a genius ik, pfps for them need to be changed zuz they're too dark–names should give a hint tho, also its wider cuz i used my ipad, mamas home and she brought fruit snacks
Okay, I just double checked the game, and I suspect that the assassin that appears in "To Our Yesterday 01, Transplanted World, 01 Mission" with voice changer and holds Director Wicker at gunpoint is a cameo of Valko prior to his release.
When emailing the company, please voice that Valko has probably already made an appearance in the main story!
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❥ ︎ Warnings: Mention and use of a feminine reader and feminine body parts; although anyone and everyone can read if you ignore those. all characters portrayed in my fanfics are always 18 years old and up .ᐟ .ᐟ Unprotected PnV, dead dove, do not eat (Kind of?), extreme overstimulation, forced multiple orgasms, creampie for days .ᐟ .ᐟ ( with thick, messy loads repeatedly forced deep and pushed back in .ᐟ .ᐟ ), bloodplay / blood kink ? ( Toby bites you .ᐟ .ᐟ ) choking / breathplay ?, cervix-bruising / womb-fucking ( he just wants to make sure it stays in there .ᐟ .ᐟ ), unhinged feral but also pathetic Toby ( he’s whining and growling with every thrust .ᐟ .ᐟ ), dubcon / some cnc? ( he’s sorry, but he just can’t, and won’t stop, fucking you, even if you beg him to .ᐟ .ᐟ ), some Cum play ( ? ), pain play ( you’re so overstimulated .ᐟ .ᐟ Poor you .ᐟ .ᐟ ), loss of bodily control ( you’re so tired, he promises one more — hes a fucking liar ), mind numbing fucking, doggy-style, no mercy at all .ᐟ poor you ᰔ .ᐟ .ᐟ
❥ Synopsis: Poor Toby can’t feel anything anymore… except when your pretty pussy is milking him dry ❤︎ .ᐟ .ᐟ
❥ ︎ Whispers from the author: The dividers belong to @/uzmacchiato , and I have reblogged the other accounts .ᐟ .ᐟ I got the pictures from Pinterest .ᐟ .ᐟ My first ever Creepypasta / Ticci Toby fanfic .ᐟ it has been so so so fun writing this .ᐟ .ᐟ i hope he isn’t too OOC or OOC at all, and I hope you enjoy .ᐟ to my lovelies who are waiting for Chapter four of my “A Heaven Built from Ruin”: it IS still coming, I just want to get the smut PERFECT for you all .ᐟ .ᐟ please pardon any missed mistakes, I edit and write everything on my phone.
❥ ︎ Word count: 1.5k
The bedframe is screaming like it’s being murdered, wood splintering, headboard slamming against the plaster with every savage snap of his hips: BANG—BANG—BANG. Your whole bedroom wall is going to cave in soon. The bed’s already half-broken, and you — fuck, you’re absolutely ruined.
Toby’s scarred, calloused hands are locked around your hips like steel vices, fingers digging so deep into the soft, yielding flesh that a delicious ache blooms instantly under every twitch and jerk of his grip. He yanks you back onto his cock at the exact same time he drives forward, forcing every thick, brutal inch straight through your overstuffed, messy cunt until the head batters your cervix raw and your entire pelvis throbs with a deep, aching fire.
Your face is mashed into your pillowcase that’s soaked with your tears and spit; you can barely breathe, or speak, every desperate gasp tasting of wet fabric and your tears. Your voice has shredded itself raw: high, broken wails fracturing into helpless sobs every single time he bottoms out, splitting you open all over again. And his cum… fuck, it’s everywhere: thick, creamy ropes from load after load that has been forced back out around his pistoning cock, splattering your inner thighs in sticky white streaks. An obscene, frothy mess of his thick cum and your slick coats the base of his shaft, clinging in gooey strands to your swollen, abused pussy lips every time he drags back.
The moment he slams home again it all squelches loudly with a filthy, wet shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk — mixing into a sloppy, pearlescent slime that drips in heavy, swinging strings onto the ruined sheets and smears between your bodies with every loud, meaty thwack of his pelvis against your arse.
Toby is lost to it now, chasing the only thing his dead nerves can still feel: the way your perfect little cunt clamps and ripples and strangles his cock when you come. That bright, violent spark. Better than blood, better than the axe, better than anything. And he’s fucking ravenous.
“T-t-t-take it—f-f-f-fuckin’ TAKE IT—” His voice is a shattered rasp exploding with tics, head snapping sideways so hard his neck cracks like a whip, shoulders jerking violently, “C-c’mon—squeeze—squeezeme—f-f-f-fuck—AGAIN—” He drops his full weight onto your hips, completely hovering over your bowed spine as his mouth latches onto the nape of your neck with teeth first. He bites down viciously, breaking skin, copper flooding hot across his tongue. The pain detonates white-hot through your nerves, but it only makes your cunt clamp harder around him, pleasure spiking so sharp it rips a raw, animal shriek from your throat and sends fresh tears flooding the pillowcase.
“Y-y-yes—there—there—there—” thé sound rips out of him, half growl, half sob, high and wrecked. He doesn’t pull away. He just keeps his teeth sunken deep into your skin while his hips piston faster — short, mean, grinding strokes that stay buried to the hilt, bullying that gooey, tender, ridged spot inside you until your whole body twitches uncontrollably.
The wet sound of your soaked, engorged walls dragging along his cock is deafening. Your legs are shaking so badly they keep collapsing; he just snarls, wrenches them back up with bruising force and fucks you straight back down into the mattress. You’re begging now, voice completely cracked and whiny and pathetic. “T-Toby… baby… c-can’t—s’too much—!”
He whines against your bleeding neck, almost pitiful, hips never slowing for a second. “I—I c-c-can’t—m’s-s-s-sorry—need you t-to—f-f-f-fuck—cum again—pleasepleaseplease—just one more—s-swear on m-my fuckin’ life—”
He’s a fucking liar. A desperate, filthy, twitching liar.
Because the second your body starts seizing again your thighs lock without warning, gummy walls fluttering in helpless, stuttering waves that knock the breath clean out of you. One of his hands flies up, wrapping itself around your throat, thumb and fingers slotting perfectly under your jaw as he closes them around your throat and he yanks you back, forcing your spine to bow painfully towards him. The other snakes underneath, rough fingertips finding your aching, raw clit and rubbing vicious, merciless circles.
His tics are nuclear, head whipping side to side, shoulders seizing, hips stuttering erratically as he feels every single pulse milk him. “F-f-f-fuck—yesYES—squeeze—squeeze—f-f-f-fuckin’ SQUEEZE—”
He slams in, flush to your arse, grinding so hard the bones bruise, and stays there, his cock throbbing, twitching, pumping out whatever’s left while his teeth find your shoulder again. The sting blooms hot, but your toes curl so hard the muscles cramp and a fresh broken cry tears from you. Yet instead of stopping, he starts moving again, slow at first — agonising, deliberate drags out until just the fat head of his pulsing cock stretches your entrance, then punishingly thrusts back in, each one of his thrusts punches another helpless twitch from your body; he’s making sure you feel every ridge, every vein, every fresh gush of cum forced deeper into your ruined cunt.
“S-s-s-sorry,” he gasps against the fresh bite, voice splintering into static and sobs, “can’t fuckin’ stop—need one more—please—give it to me—break for me—f-f-f-fuckin’ BREAK—”
Your scream is smothered into the pillowcase as he loses the last of his mind, his pounding hips turn faster, meaner, and completely unhinged, his teeth sink deeper into your skin, painting his teeth and mouth red with your blood, one hand is crushing your hip, while the sloppy squelches of your overstuffed cunt fills the room like the filthiest soundtrack.
Your next orgasm doesn’t explode, it drags through you in slow, stuttering waves, legs giving out completely, a choked half-sob the only sound you can manage as your back seizes in one long, helpless shudder.
Toby’s teeth rip free from your shoulder, he licks his lips breathlessly for a quick second, letting the metallic taste of your blood coat his tastebuds, and then drops back to the torn skin of your neck like a vicious animal, reopening another bite wound, that was healing, he gave you previously, in one savage clamp. The pain whites out your vision, but your body betrays you instantly, throat cutting off mid-sob as every muscle locks in exhausted, twitching overload.
He then starts rutting like a rabid dog in heat, his hips slamming into the sore skin of your arse like he’s taking his frustration out on you — he probably is —grunting and growling against your bleeding flesh with every single thrust: “Hnn—hnngh—fuck—fuck—!” Low, guttural, feral sounds ripped straight from his chest as he forces every last twitching, sweat-slick pound of his weight onto you. One of his scarred hands, that is still clamped brutally around your hip, yanks your bottom half higher again, keeping your arse tilted up and presented so he can grind deeper, and force every thick inch of his cock into that leaking, needy, greedy cunt and feel it flutter helplessly around him. He’s using you, owning the angle, making sure nothing stops him from chasing that addictive squeeze even as his chest collapses onto your back.
He groans, “C-c-can’t—can’t s-s-stop—m’s-s-s-sorry—need you t-to—f-f-f-fuckin’ milk me—milkme—” The words tumble out in a shattered chant between snarls, spit and blood dripping hot down your shoulder as he ruts harder, shorter and meaner, his pelvis grinding against your arse like he’s trying to fuse himself inside you.
Shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk-shlk. The filthy, sloppy sounds of your wrecked cunt being fucked through another weak, twitching load are downright sinful as thick white ropes bubble out around his cock and smear everywhere, but he doesn’t slow down.
Toby just keeps rutting through it, hips stuttering wildly, teeth locked deep in your neck, breath hitching with every desperate grind: “feels so good—break—f-f-f-fuckin’ break—”
Only when your whole body is limp and trembling beneath him, when your cunt is giving one last exhausted twitch around his cock and you’re sobbing into the pillowcase like you might actually pass out, does something in Toby finally fracture. His hips give one last savage, stuttering grind, his legs buckling, chest collapsing unevenly so one forearm slams down harder beside your head, the other clawing at the sheets for balance — a broken howl tearing out of his throat as another weak spurt of cum pulses deep inside you.
Then: he’s dead weight on you, teeth still sunk into your neck, chest heaving, his cock still buried to the hilt and twitching like it never wants to leave. Even then his thighs keep making tiny, involuntary little rocks forward, breath stuttering hot and ragged against your ruined skin. The tip of his tongue slithers out of his mouth and he gives a slow lick of the pulsing bite mark om your neck, “j-just… o-one… m-m-more..” he exhales heavily, and the hot breath wafts over the sensitive wound, causing you to whimper pathetically, “mm.. s-so.. perfect… so f-f-fuckin’ per-perfect f’me…”
His weight keeps you pinned completely, his chest heavy on your back, your mattress creaks under the combined weight of you both when he moves. His heartbeat slams against your spine like a second, frantic pulse. And in the hazy, shattered silence you realise you aren’t pushing him off. You’re not even tryjng to — well, it’s not like you can anyway, but you’d let him stay buried inside you like this forever if that's what he wanted.
But Toby isn't stopping, not really: he’s just run out of energy, and he’ll be back at it — at you — sooner than you can catch your breath.
