This is a book of one shot smut chapters, with completely random characters. Some characters I will most definitely do are:
-Peter - YBG
-Ghostface - Scream
-Mephisto - Dark Fall
-Any Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss character
- Beryll- Dark Fall
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⚠️This chapter will include: - Degradation - Burning - Bondage - Biting If you don't like any of that, please skip this one-shot. Thank you! Enjoy!⚠️ ————————————————— Y/N POV: Me and Peter have been dating for about six months now. We met at my workplace, and he'd always come up to the counter, sometimes just to talk to me. He'd always smile with that toothy grin, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. I loved the way he dressed, the way his voice sounded, and the way his blue eyes would light up whenever I would smile at him. I also liked how large his hands were for some reason, and my mind would always wander.
He asked me out one day, about a month and a half after we met, and of course I couldn't say no. Dating Peter really has been truly wonderful, and he's the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. There's only two problems; he's extremely possessive, and he smokes uncontrollably.
Peter hates it when I'd talk to or look at another male. He hates it when I'm too close to them, or if I'm even breathing the same air as them. He's been getting more aggressive with his demeanor, his speech, and his body language. He's always been on edge lately, and he's snapped at me a few times.
There's only one way for him to deal with this kind of stress; smoking. I'll watch him as he walks out onto our porch with a pack of cigarettes in his hand, and he'll stay out there for ages. Once he comes back inside, the pack is at least half gone. This worries me; I don't want him to die prematurely because of smoking, and I don't want him to develop unhealthy coping mechanisms.
One night, I've decided that I've had enough. I want to talk to him and find out what's been going on lately. After all, communication is a very important part of a healthy relationship. I knock on his bedroom door, to hear him say "Come in!" from the other side. I walk into the room to see him working at his computer. He looks up, smiling as he sees me walk cautiously towards his desk.
"Hello, darling. Was there something you needed?" I look at him as he's staring at me, my feet going cold as he continues staring at me with that little smirk on his face. I come back to my senses quickly, however, and I finally begin to speak.
"Yeah, I needed to talk to you about something important. Do you have a moment?" Peter nods, turning his swivel chair fully towards me, and leaning his head on his hand as he looks at me. He looks.. worried, almost. As if he's trying to play it cool but expecting me to say something bad.
"Peter, I've noticed that you've been a little high-strung lately, and you've been a little bit stand-offish and aggressive about something." Peter narrows his eyes, wondering what the point of this discussion is. He definitely doesn't like being ridiculed or corrected, especially not by me.
"And, because you're so stressed now, you tend to smoke a lot more. You know that's bad, right..? I don't want it to hurt you in the long run." Peter's features have softened a bit. He puts his forearms on his knees as he leans forward to talk to me, almost like an adult talking to a child.
