Quothe the Whore

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If you breed her while she is sleeping, she'll have better dreams. Do something good for your girl.

why so surprised?

I’ve been known to enjoy a fucked up fantasy or two

Today at dinner with a new friend from down the street and her friend (a somehow delightful cishet man), I was seated across from the gent and he and I decided we were both not ordering chicken so we shook on it as a bit.

My new friend saw us do this and said "ah, a gentleman's agreement" and we were like "definitely" and she was like "you dual at dawn" and he was like "pistols?" and I looked him right in the eye and quietly deadpanned "if you're lucky" and I don't think I've ever seen that much fear in a man's eyes outside of the bedroom.

Honestly, hilarious to watch this go down lmao

I love my spooky friends~

♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 474

You should’ve known better than to ignore his texts. Now you’re here, bent over a desk, your skirt hiked up, panties ripped clean off—and him slamming into you from behind. The empty classroom isn’t really empty. The door is wide open. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see.

"You wanna act like a fucking brat? Then I’ll treat you like one." His voice is low, smug, dripping with amusement. Your cheek presses against the cold desk, nails digging into the surface as he forces himself deeper. "You’re lucky I’m even giving you my cock after all that attitude." You bite your lip, trying—failing—to stifle the shameless, wet sounds of him using you.

"Oh? Now you wanna be quiet?" A sharp slap lands on your ass, making you yelp. "Nah, bitch, you wanna act up? Let the whole fucking school hear how much of a slut you are." Your legs tremble, his pace brutal, unforgiving. Each thrust forces you forward, making the desk creak beneath you.

"What, not gonna fight back? Thought you hated me, princess." His fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise. "Didn’t stop your cunt from sucking me in, though." You whimper, shame burning in your gut. It’s too much. Too rough. And your body is betraying you. "Fucking knew it. Acting all high and mighty—like you’re better than me—" he spits, yanking your head back by your hair—forcing you to look at the open door.

"But you’re just a nasty little whore who lets me use her wherever I want." Your breath hitches. A group of guys walks past the hallway. They don’t see you. But they could. Your stomach knots with a sick mix of terror and humiliation. "Shit, you just got tighter. You like that, huh?" He laughs, voice thick with mockery.

"Bet you’d love getting caught. Letting them see what a dumb little fucktoy you are." Tears prick your eyes. "You crying, baby? Poor thing." His grip tightens, thrusts brutal. "Nah, you don’t get to act innocent. Not when you’re dripping all over my cock like this." You gasp, another sharp slap landing on your ass.

"Fucking say it." His fingers tangle in your hair again, forcing you to arch back. "Say you love being my personal fuckhole." You shake your head, choking back a sob. Wrong answer. His hand wraps around your throat, cutting off your breath. "Say it, bitch."

Your vision flickers. "Or I’ll fucking leave you here—stuffed full of my cum—so the next guy can have a turn." A shudder racks through you. "Say it." Your lips tremble.

"I… I love being your fuckhole." He groans, his pace turning frantic. "Good girl." Your head spins, your body aching, bruised, used. And still, he doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done with you. Not until he’s had his fill. Not until he’s ruined you completely.

sure I could become a slut. but you see, I'm scared

suwe I couwd become a swut!! :3 but yoo see, I’m scawed UwU

This post has been UwU-ified!

you are a curse sent from the devil himself to mock mortals.

sent fwom da deviw? No, siwwy! :3

My powers far exceed him.

Things originally start well. You and your buddies piled into your roommate's Jeep, roof down, pop music blasting. You're the driver - always the responsible one - hair tied back and sunglasses on the edge of your nose. You're all dressed for summer. Bikini tops and board shorts, smeared with sunscreen - the picture of college fun.

It starts well and keeps going even better. You're all in high spirits. Flushed and happy and young. Picking up the hitchhiker seems like a good idea. You see that he's handsome and around your age, that he's got an easy smile and a guitar on his back. You see that and nothing else. Not the too quick eyes, not the surprisingly light backback. Nothing.

He ends up riding shotgun, talking to you about classes and shitty professors. Smiling just a little every time you shift gears and your hand brushes his thigh.

(sighing loudly because of my enormous desires)

your husband is a painter who makes a meager, but comfortable living for you both creating portraits for nobles. his love of painting stems from his adoration of the night sky and the moon. he disappears one night and returns three days later—changed, distant, aggressive, and ravenous. not long after, you discover the reason for his behaviors and face the consequences of curiosity.

story warnings; dead dove do not eat, dubcon, explicit sexual content, explicit details of genitalia (werewolf), breeding, knotting, kinda cockwarming??, mentions of feeling "bloated", cumshot on body, brief piss kink mention, size difference, brief handjob, mc gets head a few times lmao, classism, mc is kinda a shitty spouse in this, detail + prose heavy (extreme), roughly proofread — you are warned.

so, this all started when I was talking to @/peachdues about her fic and idk, knotting has just been in my head since. awesome. now it's out of my system, I hope 😭

this is also my first official new piece of writing on this blog! everything before this has been reposts of older work. hopefully it doesn't disappoint!!!

would love, love, love to hear your feedback! reblogs are so tremendously appreciated!!.🙏🏻❤️

note: this is not my personal canon interpretation of werewolves. this is just a werewolf fic, y'know?

He was the wretched thing you kept behind locked doors with the rising of each full moon.

Once, the pale moonlight had been a thing of beauty to you both; an exquisite, lustrous pearl which seemed so small pinched between your fingers, squeezed and blurred through narrowed eyes. He, on the other hand, admired it differently from you by staring adoringly at its craggy features and the wan, white halo it emitted.

craving the kind of intimacy that requires surgical tools

only want to be using my body as it’s intended to (exploring nature, eating fruit, kissing, and creating art)

texting is so boring, come make out wit me already

🔞When he says you're his treasure, he means it—he’ll spill blood, even yours, to keep it.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Spanish Pirate Captain x Fem. Reader

♡ Novelette. #1 - El Capitán's Tesoro

♡ Word Count. 7,981

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non-con, rape, blood play, gun play, degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, sadism, BDSM, bondage, groping, overstimulation, gagging, forced oral, psychological torment, fingering, public nudity, public humiliation, objectification, forced handjob, mature language, fingering, choking / breath play, biting, slut shaming, bodily injury, physical assault and violence

You find yourself bound to the mast of a pirate ship, the salty sea breeze caressing your bruised and trembling form as you struggle futilely against the rough ropes that dig into your wrists.

His dark eyes, filled with a possessive hunger that sends a shiver down your spine, bore into yours as he approaches you with a swagger that screams of power and confidence. "Mi querida," he purrs in a thick Spanish accent, his calloused hand caressing your cheek, "you're mine now, aren't you?"

You spit defiance at his booted feet, the taste of his earlier punishment still bitter in your mouth.

The crew's leers and sneers are a stark reminder of your new reality. The pirate, a man whose very presence seems to command the sea itself, chuckles darkly. "Ah, so the little bird has fight left in her. That will make this all the more… entertaining."

His grip tightens, a silent promise of the horrors to come. "Now, let's see how much you're worth," he murmurs, a sadistic glint in his gaze as he lifts your chin to expose your neck to his hungry mouth.

The world around you blurs as his teeth graze your skin, and you realize with a sickening jolt that there is no escape from the dark, twisted desires of this scoundrel pirate with a penchant for pain and a thirst for your submission.

The pirate's rough fingers trace the line of your jaw, his hot breath fanning against your ear as he whispers, "You will learn to beg for mercy, to crave the very touch that brings you torment."