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max-the-many · 1 month

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I definately didn't regret this one...

When this guy hit me up, I really couldn't leave it be. Not the guy on the pictures, though, although, in a way, he is.

I don't know, if he really realized, that my stories really hadn't been just phantasie, but if not, he didn't hesitate to lean into that 'phantasy' anyways.

After some amount of chatting, he even agreed to meet and prepare further advancements.

As I arrived at his place, I already packed quite a bit of preparations, potions, herbs and various utensils, starting the same evening with some basic preparations of him including some kind of tea and chanting. I'm pretty sure that he still thought it only was some weiredass shit about playing out our phantasies, although he was quite impressed, when the chanting arose quite the tingle while making him dizzy.

"Holy shit, your going all in, are you?"

I do. And so did he. The next steps included some basic preparation of his neighbour. So I sent him to place several items along places his neughbour frequently asked after we prepared along with our little tea-ritual.

Next I needed him to get further, have his neighbour injest certain herbs. So after a session of baking and tea-brewing he went over, pretending to share some goodies for all his neighbours. To be safe he insisted to prepare similar stuff to actually give to other neighbours.

Although he still acted like all of that was just a gme I was pretty sure, that he understood, what really was happening, wishing it was true, hiding his insecurities like that, wheter it was conciou or subconcious.

Either way, we soon would get kneedeep in further advancements as now it was time to get fully into action.

"This potion will make him go unconcious. From there on, there is no stepping back. Are you sure you can do that?"

His eyes looked at me in slight hesitation. But with a gulp, he nodded.

So the very same evening he went over, me waiting with some distance.

As his neighbour opened the door I could only assume how he offered the strange liquid to his neighbour. And with some reserve, his neighbour seemed to agree. Or at least don't refuse.

Unexpectedly, the neighbour invited him in! So it was for me to wait what felt like ages until the door finally opened again.

It was my acomplice, waving to get me inside. I could see the sucess of his efforts right away, as two feet pearced out from the room next to the hallway. There he was, laying infront of the kitchen counter, my acomplice standing besides him, looking at me with questioning eyes.

"Nice. So let's head on. Here, take this" I said, handibh him over a tiny bottle I prepared days ago. "Drink it"

He shot down the dark liquid in one go, contracting his face as it didn't taste exactly pleasent. Meanwhile I dragged his neighbour in the middle of the room, placing some little bags around him "just to be save"

After a while I looked up to my acomplice "How do you feel?"

"I..." he startef, searching for words, lifting his hand in confusion, unable to put it into words.

"Nice. It feels.. light, doesn't it?"

He nodded

"Try to touch his hand."

He startled and I could understand him very well. This was a big step. Things were getting real very fast and though upto now he could pretend for it to be nothing but a game, now the weight of acttion was undeniable.

After another look at his hands he slowly went down on his knees, stretching his arm towards the hsnd of his neighbour. But at the moment when he should have touched his skin, he sank right through it.

He twitched, turned his head to me with wide eyes. But I just nodded.

"Go on. Lay down on him as if you would wannd cover him. Everythings fine."

And so he did, placing his knee on top of his neighbours hips to get in place, sinking in with hardly and resistance. Then he placed his hands on both side of him, pushed himself up to get in a king of push-up pose, aranging his feet ontop of those of his neighbour, or rather, in the same spot as they were. With a last look at me and another encouraging nod he lowered his body, wiggled his frame as he would at that point start to feel the body of his neighbour, his outlines, shifting his arms over those other ones and finally lowering his head into that of his neigbour.

I just sat besides him, watched the process in aw before I grabbed a bigger pouch out of my bagpack, starting to chant as I opened it, focusing with closed eyes as I pulled some of the white powder out that it contained.

My chanting changed as I opened my eyes, starting to sprinkle the white powder over their merged bodies, feeling the energy of the process while the body of my acomplice slowly vanished into the shape of his neighbour, increasing the intensity of my chants, breathing heavily as I noticed the chest of the body infront of me moving more and more in synchrony,deeper, faster until I exhaled in exhaustion.

I sat there for quite the moment, gathering myself, lowering my hands to the ground until I lifted them again, bringing them onto the back of that slowly bearhing body.

"You ok?" I said quietly as I pushed him gently.

It took another moment before he startet to move, pushed himself up with some resistance to turn his head towards me.

"Did it work?" he gaqve out weakly.

I couldnt help but smile.

"See for yourself"

I helped him up, him, already starting to realize the strange sensation, going step by step up to a mirror in the hallway. For a brief moment he just stared at the reflection, unable to say a word. Then he looked at me.

"This is..." he managed to give out before he startled, hearing the voice of his neighbour coming out of his own throat, seeing his reflexion, his neighbour moving as he did, him, beeing this handsome guy he craved so long to try and be.

Oh yes it is, I thought. And it would be much more than that as we progressed in some pretty amazing days, like you can maybe tell from some of those pictures we made along the way, keeping the more spicy ones for ourself, if you know, what I mean...

#male possession #request

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katsukikitten · 10 months

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Waking up streamer Bakugou in the middle of the night because you love Pokemon but you've never been the best at identifying them past their cuteness and need help filling out a squad because of some little Pokemon quiz you took at four am.

"Why are you up?" His voice is groggy as you crawl into his bed with your phone, he wraps his arms around you. It makes your heart race but he's only this nice when he's half asleep.

"I need help."

"Mentally? Yea Princess I know." He yawns, okay so see he could still be a prick half asleep. You nudge him with your elbow, adjusting your phone so he could see.

"No I need help picking ghost Pokemon." He squints at your phone pulling you closer causing his body to press into yours. You swallow thickly as you tell yourself he's just trying to see.

"Surprised you don't just have six gengars." He sees you have two, one being in it's mega evolution. He tries not to take the phone from you, watches you scroll as he points out a few, "Whats this for?"

"I took a quiz and I got ghost type for my gym." You add banette and mismagus, "I wish I could have Blaziken..."

"Oh yea? Yer a gym leader?" He tuts thinks of your chaotic strategy the few times he's battled you or watches your play through on stream, "Balziken is a fire fighting so yea can't have em in yer gym, sides he's ass, his mega is only half decent."

"Excuse you, Blaziken has powerhoused through gyms I probably should have used a different type for but he's never let me down!" You tut adding spirithomb and giratina, feeling happy with your choices, "And yea a gym leader. I'm a good one too. This is what I look like."

You show him a little picture of you that you created and he rolls his eyes.

"Let me take this damn quiz." He reaches over and grabs at your phone, squishing you even more but it's pleasent, how his bare chest feels against your back. Warm even through your t-shirt and if you closed your eyes you were sure you'd fall right asleep.

You had any other time you crawled into his bed at some god awful hour.

Suddenly his warm palm is squeezing against your side, his deep voice soft when he speaks "Ya awake?"

"Y-yea." You rub your eyes not sure how long you were out but it was long enough he took the quiz, made his little character AND picked his Pokemon squad. Which for Bakugou it normally took ages.

"Got fightin." He shows you his squad, he's got Machamp, Mankey, Gallade, Marshadow, Lucario, and a Balziken.

Seeing your favorite on there makes your heart race.

"I thought Blaziken was ass." You quip and he rolls his eyes.

"He is." He crushes you to him, almost painfully before he adds, "But someone has to train your favorite Pokemon to be a champion."

#kitten chats 🖤🐈‍⬛#kitten writes bakugou 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🖋️#streamer bakugou 🎮 🐈‍⬛🖤

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chishiyaisasnack · 6 months

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It’s under my skirt, Doctor

Hello everyone! It’s been a while. I finally got this little thing together, and I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer! This is smut. Stay away if you aren’t of agw or if you’re uncomfortable with the topic. Remember to use protection in real life!

Written and posted on mobile, I apologize for any wierd formatting.

Chishiyas life was work. Long hours, sometimes so long that he didn’t leave the hospital before his next shift. The couch in his office had become soft from where he slept, countless days and nights spent there alone. Not that it mattered, not to him. He liked his job. Kind of. There was nothing else he wanted to do anyway, so filling his life with something that kept his brain occupied and evolving was good enough. Once he stopped caring about all the injustice he focused solely on performing surgeries. The heart was an interresting thing, so small, so powerful. One wrong move and a life could end. Sometimes he wondered what that would feel like. He would never play with a life like that, he wasn’t completely insane, but the thought had showed up once or twice.

This particular shift got his mood turning all over the place. Everyone was whiny, rude and just hard to deal with. Twelve hours of pretending to be respectful was hard enough on the good days.

When he got back to his office he sank down into the couch, contemplating buying new cushions soon because they were starting to get uncomfortable. He needed to get his mind cleared out, to stop thinking about work and kids and parents who he wanted to toss in the trashcan.

A vibration went off in his pocket, making his head hurt just thinking about what they would need him for now. He just wanted to rest. So, when he picked it up and saw the notification on his screen he got pleasently suprised.

Y/N: Hey, sorry to disturb your work but I have a medical issue that I wondered if you could take a look at? I can come over in 10 minutes if that works for you.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. Normal people didn’t use the words ”medical issue” as a synonym for ”I want to fuck” but it worked very well for the two of them. Chishiya had met her at a work gathering and that turned out to be the best stress reliever he could wish for, and he knew that she used him for that exact same reason. Some might say that they were dating, but the only times they really met in person was just for sex and maybe some lunch afterwards. Chishiya did spend occasional nights at her place since she lived closer to the hospital than he did, and getting his dick wet then sleep in a bed instead of his office couch was a nice change.

Ten minutes later the telltale three knocks on his office door woke him up from his thoughts. Trying not to run to the door in excitement, he stood up, took a deep breath and changed into his normal ’I don’t care about anything’-face before opening it. The ’not caring about anything’-face changed as soon as he saw what was on the other end of the doorframe. He was not prepared for her standing there, panties hanging from slender fingers on one of her hands and her head cocked to the side. The skirt she was wearing was short and flowy, almost revealing what was, or rather what wasn’t underneath it.

”Eager are we?” Chishiya welcomed her in a smug voice, trying to hide the mess his head was already in. She winked at him in response.

”You usually don’t have very long so I thought I’d be prepared.” She walked straight to him, put the underwear in the chest pocket of his white doctors coat and kicked the door closed behind her. Chishiya could hear the click from the lock but was more interrested in the cleavage that her ”too tight to be comfortable”-top was showing. He didn’t even try to hide that he liked what he saw. He knew she liked it. A finger under his chin woke him up from his thoughts and when he looked up he was met with sparkling eyes full of excitement when she gazed back into his.

”Hmm.. I like how professional you look in this outfit” she purred as she smoothed her hands up his chest until she reached his neck, hands tangling in the blonde strands in the back until his hair tie fell to the floor, one thumb tracing his ear. ”I’d let you examine me any day.”

Chishiya rolled his eyes at her attempt at flirting, but rather than giving her a comeback he reached in and put his hands on her bare thighs, inching further up while he kissed that lovely space between her neck and shoulder that made her whimper every time.

”So, what did you want me to take a look at?” Chishiya murmered teasingly into her ear. She hummed and moved her hands back down to his shoulders, gripping onto the neck of his coat.

”It’s under my skirt, Doctor.”

In one swift move she grabbed the stethoscope still hanging around his neck and pulled him with her until they both hit the wall behind her, before crashing her lips into his with urgency, and Chishiya returned it with just as much desire as he was given. It was intoxicating, her soft lips, the sweet smell of her perfume, her hands tugging at his hair trying to coax him closer.

His hands went from her thighs to her waist, with just a quick squeeze at her ass first, clenching his fingers in the fabric of her shirt, pulling her even closer so that she could feel that this was affecting him too. His cock was already getting hard, pushing uncomfortably against his pants, but her soft stomach gave great friction whenever she moaned and rubbed herself against him.

Trying to deepen the kiss, she slid her tounge against his lips, making him smile against her whine when he didn’t answer her attempt. He was the one calling the shots and he wanted her to remember that. Instead of giving her what she wanted he pried his lips away from hers and targeted her neck.

The sweet sounds she made whenever his lips caressed her made his head spin. He couldn’t keep his hands still any longer and torturously slow started to inch them up the skin under her top, feeling the way she moved under them, how she was shivering against his touch and how her lungs moved with every heated breath that left her. He knew that undressing her probably wasn’t the best idea in case someone managed to interrupt them, but when he felt her breast under his palms, so soft and squeazable and utterly wonderful to nibble at, his desire to put his face between them took over his rationality. So, after he sucked down on the skin on her shoulder - and grinned at the sour moan she made - he pulled her top off and started his descent down her body. Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard the thump that her head made when she threw it back against the wall but he was far more interrested in the goosebumps that spread under the line he licked down her collarbone. When he finally moved his mouth over her nipple he felt a hand grip his shoulder with a strenght that was sure to leave a mark.

The noises she made went straight to Chishiyas cock. His mind was so clouded by the need to be inside her that he was having trouble keeping his teasing facade in check. Nestling his face in her chest did ground him a bit though, it was the whines that followed it that made him throb in his pants.

”Fuck, Chishiya… lower please” she begged, shivering when he swept his tounge over her other nipple. The gentle squeeze from his other hand earned him another whimper - and a fist in his hair trying to push him further down. He complied with a quiet laugh, loving how aroused she was from just this. Not that he had anything to say about that, he was aching just as bad as she was.

He didn’t bother to take her skirt off, he just held it up with one hand while running the other up her inner thigh, slow and steady so that he could hear her quiet complaints that he took too long.

”Hold it” he commanded, looking at her and then the skirt, nodding towards it to make his point. A shaky hand took a hold of the hem of the skirt and he shifted his focus back to her soft thighs, leading up to her glistening center that he couldn’t wait to be inside. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed the inside of her thigh, thinking about how great it would feel to have them wrapped around him - then laughed at her impatient grunt before giving in and giving her what she asked for.

With one hand he hiked her leg over his shoulder and then he dove in and let his tounge spread her open, loving the wetness he was met with. A cascade of ’yes’-es fell from her mouth as she rolled her hips in time with his tounges movements. A long lick between the folds, flicking over the clit, sucking, kissing, circling… he knew exactly what she liked and he gave it to her. Every time her moans got a little louder he slowed down, dragging out the sensation (and pissing her off just a little just because he could). It was his favourite leisure activity and he could go for hours if he had the time. Unfortunately he didn’t and with a last lick he stopped, her disappointed groan chiming like music in his ears.

He rose to his feet, one hand still lingering on her thigh, the other moving a strand of hair from her face that was so lovely and flushed from desire. There was a hint of irritation from the way her eyebrows scrunched together, but it disappeared when he used the same hand that he just caressed her cheek with to draw a line along her pussy, wet and warm, and so inviting, making her squirm under his touch.

”I want to take my time with you but we’re in a bit of a hurry,” he reminded her. ”Come here.”

Chishiya started walking towards the couch, sat down and patted his lap as an invitation for her to sit.

”I’m tired and have been working all day,” Chishiya playfully told her, watching her eyes roll as she walked towards him, which made him chuckle. He enjoyed how obvious she was with everything and that she didn’t take any of his shit. She was strong and powerful and he wouldn’t have a chance against her wits if she wanted to ruin him. And he didn’t want it any other way.

”You need a new couch” she complained while straddling his lap, knees sinking down too far and throwing off her balance before she put her hands on his shoulder and shuffled her way forward to hover over his length.

”But I really like my couch” he lied, lazily putting his hands on her waist to pretend to help her.

”Sure you do. Take off your pants, or are you too tired to do that to, Doctor?”

For once he hurried, mostly because his dick was aching and he couldn’t wait for it to be inside her. So he moved his pants and boxers out of the way, enough to release his cock. She didn’t waste a second and sank down onto it right away.

Both of them moaned, her from finally being filled and him from finally being hugged by her warm, wet walls. When she started to move, riding him nice and deep, he couldn’t help himself and let his head fall back so he could watch her face as she fucked herself on him.

”Fuck, I’ve been needing this” he groaned as she took him in, Chishiya pushing as far in as he could to savour that warm and tight feeling that her insides gave him. ”You feel so good.”

”Fuck…” was the only answer he got, but it sounded perfect. Breathless and broken, turning into another moan when his cock hit her sweet spot again.

She rode him deep and fast, her wet walls stroking his cock in rhythm with her movements. Desperate to feel more of it, he bucked up into her to bury himself as deep as he could. Her hands was on his shoulders, nails digging deep into his white coat.

Chishiyas hands were everywhere, grabbing her ass hard as she bounced on his lap, sliding up her waist when he went back to rolling her hips, cupping her breasts when he took over and fucked her from below. The bliss on her face drove him on, making him thrust harder and angling his hips so that he hit that spongy spot inside her with every thrust. He could feel her getting close, her insides tightening and clamping down around his cock, stroking the life out of him with it. He wouldn’t last much longer either - he needed her to come so that he could join her. So he slid a hand down to her center, putting two fingers on her clit and started to circle it in time with his thrusts. The loud groan she let out at the sensation made the fire in his stomach grow even more and, fuck, he needed her to orgasm.

”Y/N, come for me,” he hissed and pressed down harder on her clit. ”Fuck, come on my cock.”

And so she did. With a rough moan into his neck he felt her walls clamping down on his cock, so fucking tight, before convulsing around him. Maybe he should have stopped and let her catch her breath but his hips moved at their own will now. He fucked her with desperation, each thrust bringing him closer, until he emptied himself deep inside her. She moaned as he did, rocking her hips to stimulate him more until his cock had stopped twitching.

Chishiyas hands landed on her waist again, this time drawing soft circles on her skin, making her shiver under his touch. Her breath was warm against his neck when she nuzzled her face there. He let her rest on him, he was too satisfied to move anyway. They sat like that until both their breathing had calmed down, and until he had gone soft enough to slip out of - although he didn’t want to. She felt too good. But even he wasn’t able to control his body that much. He had tried.

When she moved it was with shaky legs, tired from overworking them on that dumb couch. He smirked as he helped her up onto her feet, casting a glance on the clock hanging on the wall above his desk. There were still time to have some more fun, and even if his dick was tired, his tounge wasn’t. Standing up next to her he bent in, moved a strand of her hair away from her face, and softly spoke into her ear.

”So, is there anything else you want me to examine?”

#chishiya #my writing #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #aib chishiya #chishiya x y/n #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya smut #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya shuntaro smut #chishiya imagine #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader

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wutheringcaterpillar · 7 days

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hey can you write for Cillian being jealous over his wife/fiance / girlfriend who's 20 years younger after her co worker was flirting with her in a party. After they headed home they had a fight and a hate/rough/ jealousy fuck but ended up hugging eo like nothing happened because it was the first fight fuck they had and they enjoyed it

Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: age gap (20 yr age difference), rough sex, jealousy, p in v

After finally wrapping up the movie you were filming, Cillian arrived with you to an after party in celebration held at the studio. He had been so proud of his brilliant, beautiful wife and was there to show his support.

The evening carried on quite well, the writers and producers carrying on casual conversation with Cillian and asking of his filming endeavors and what he thinks makes a script flourish and stick out with great potential to become a huge hit.

After a few drinks at the bar, he excused himself to the restroom, giving you a peck on the cheek.

That was when Jake approached you. He was around your age range, early twenties and he was a close friend of yours ever since the first of filming. It was rare he was dressed up and seeing him so was quite a breath taker, he was quite handsome.

“Hey! There’s the star!” He welcomed you with open arms into a warm hug, causing you to smile widely. You had never been complimented so much in a day and honestly it was very wonderful and made you feel appreciated, not that Cillian didn’t but it was nice to hear from co workers and strangers too.

“Did you see the scrapbook Carly made of some fun moments we had on set? She really made it for you with it being your first film an all.” When you shook your head no, Jake walked you over to the table.

Cillian exited the bathroom only to find you not where he expected you to be, spotting you over by the city view window, Jake standing next to you with his hand settled on your lowerback.

Making his way over, he could hear Jake make a comment to you about how out of all other actresses he’d worked with, you had been the best. The comment made you smile and giggle, causing a deep discomfort to settle over Cillian like an impending storm.

“Oh, honey hi! Jake was just showing me the scrapbook Carly made, so sweet of her isn’t it?” Cillian smiled and nodded pleasently, hiding the building jealousy as Jake swayed closer to you. As a man himself Cillian knew that Jake was looking at you with lustful, scheming eyes before turning his attention to him.

“You have a hell of a wife here, quite talented she is, and beautiful might I add.” Jake winked toward you, causing your cheeks to burn an amber shade of red while Cillian stood there with his eyebrows raised that this man had the audacity to make a such a motion in front of him.

Lapping his tongue over his lip and chuckling darkly, his arm flexed behind your shoulders as a way of claiming his territory, looking Jake directly in the eyes.

“I’m well aware what I have. I feel I must inform you, your zipper’s down and you lusting over a married woman makes you look quite pathetic and desperate, guess that comes with young age and stupidity. You had her in a scene, fake might I add. I have her daily, now go check your trousers and yourself little boy before you try hitting on my wife again. We’ll be leaving now.” Embarrassment spread over Jake’s face as he looked around the room, seeing if anyone else noticed.

Cillian grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the party as you yelled goodbyes and thank yous’ to all of your co stars.

He had never acted like this and you were more than pissed at his actions. As an actor himself he should know how to compose himself and realize that you were a grown woman who loved him and never gave him a reason to believe you’d cheat.

The car ride was silent while tensions were high. Shifting your legs, you held the position facing the window not even wanting to make eye contact with Cillian. How could he embarrass you like that?

Meanwhile he continued driving, knuckles wrapped white and tight around the wheel, jaw clenched in anger.

Arriving home, you bursted through the door in an angered storm, lips pursed in disgust. Cillian simply scoffed, yelling behind you as you climbed the stairs to the bedroom after taking your heels off

“Did you even care that I showed up for you? Cause it looked like you were too wrapped up in Jake’s fucking flirtatious remarks to even notice I was there.” Turning around in fury, you pointed your finger, pushing his chest lightly while you stared at him with venomous eyes.

“Well maybe if my husband wasn’t an insecure little jealous bitch this all could have been avoided, but wait maybe that comes with age like you said to Jake!” Shoving you against the wall with gritted teeth, he pulled his tie off aggressively while wrapping his hand around your throat. Your head bounced back against the sturdy wall.

In a heated wave of anger, Cillian’s eyes flamed like a blue rose set on fire while your eyes bore into his skull with a lustful fury.

Clashing his lips against yours roughly breaking the tension, your hand grazed up the back of his neck pulling him in closer needing to taste him.

He lifted you off the ground effortlessly as you fumbled with his belt never breaking your lips from his, tongues exploring one anothers, moaning in between kisses.

His cock popped out from the tailored trousers, the thick head leaking with pre cum waiting ever impatiently to be between your wet folds.

“Take me. Go on take me before I-“ Cillian silenced your smirk words with his cock unexpectedly sliding forcefully into your tight hole making you gasp.

“Not so smart now are we love?” He began to plow irelentlessly into your cunt, your breasts falling shamelessly from your dress.

He wanted you to hear you moan, to beg for more because it was only him who you belonged to, only him who could pleasure you in such a memorable way.

Spreading you over the wooden dresser, his strong hands grasped at your thighs, slamming you down onto his cock, filling you with every singular inch of his girthy member.

Something about seeing him fuck you still in his tuxedo sent a thrill up your spine, maybe you needed to argue more if the sex was going to be like this.

Pulling him down, you buried his head in your breasts, ankles tying behind his back, pushing him further inside, as far as you could.

His tongue lapsed at your cleavage before moving to your nipples, sucking like a baby needed it’s bottle, nibbling at the delicate skin.

“Fuck Cil- more!” All of a sudden, the pleasurable thrusts came to a hault. He lifted his head, whispering in your ear with sarcasm.

“I’m sorry, what was that? You need more, from me? Why should I give it to you, you have Jake.”

“Cill, please! Just fuck me you stubborn ass, you know I’m fucking yours.” That’s all he needed to hear, but the thought of Jake’s hands on you still pissed him off.

Your soaked walls clenched to him desperately, squeezing and craving for more friction, a faster pace as your orgasm was nearing closer and closer with each passing second, each power driven ram into your aching cervix.

He didn’t know his wife could be anymore hot, anymore sexy than she was right now before his very eyes.

He flipped you over onto your stomach, pulling your head back by your hair, causing the once well combed strands to completely fall to ruins.

Your ass bounced back against him, the jiggling motion richocheting against his skin as he pounded into you relentlessly, his cock filling every inch of your dripping cunt.

“Cil-Cil I’m going to-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence, hands gripping desperately at the sides of the dresser while your orgasm twitched with a majestic feeling of euphoria through your body. Coming completely undone beneath your husband who never failed to ensure you came first.

When he felt the wave of your alluring nectar stream down his shaft, with one last, detrimental pound you felt his cock pulsate inside of you, the stream of his seed watering your uterus. Your moans mixing together in a harmonious end to a fight.

Cillian was like a drug you’d never, ever want to quit.

Standing up, you fixed the strap of you dress, patting the fabric down and wiping the sweat from your forehead while he pulled his pants back up in a now tired haze.

There was an awkward silence but no further argumentative statements or yelling, like the storm has passed.

“Let’s go to bed yeah?” Nodding, you followed him to bed, curling into his side falling asleep peacefully as if nothing happened.

#cillian muphy x you #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #requested #ranaewrites

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nxathyx · 10 months

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ooo okok, chuuya or dazai (your choice (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ) when their partner says "My hands are cold." I want to hold both their hands TwT

feel free to do whatever you please with this <3

Chuuya and Dazai when their partners hands are cold

Gn!Reader x Chuuya Nakahara, Gn!Reader x Dazai Osamu

I've decided I'll do both ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Tw: cursing, bad English, petnames, slight mentions of anemia, Dazai being a tease, it's mainly fluff (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Dazai Osamu

° I feel like Dazai would already know and just wait until you ask him to hold your hands (this smug mf I swear)

°I feel like this could go two ways

°first: as soon as you ask him he'll be all over you, hugging you, holding your hands, placing angel kisses all over your hands all of that stuff

°second: he'll be asking rhetorical questions or saying teasing and sarcastic comments "aw, belladona~ have your hands missed my touch so much that they're getting cold?"

°if your hands are cold due to you being anemic or some other deficiency, he'll be slightly more serious about it, but his reaction would be similar

You and your boyfriend were walking around the streets of Yokohama. The whether was quite pleasent, the sun shining with a light but cold breeze. You have been walking around quite a bit, the sun starting to set there for there was practically no warmth getting provided to the delicate skin of your hands as they began to get cold. Dazai noticed but hadn't spoken up about it, probably waiting for you to do it yourself.

"Osamu, my hands are cold." you said turning to look at your boyfriend who glanced over at you with a smirk.

"hm? What was that, Belladonna?" He asked in a playful grimace, enjoying the reaction you were giving him.

"i said my hands are cold" You retorted back, glaring slightly at the brunette.

"should I warm them up for you?" He asked with a slight chuckle,not waiting for your response as he eagerly grabbed both of your hands in his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as he continued to smile at you

Chuuya Nakahara

°Chuuya is a gentleman at heart.

°however I personally think he hates PDA, even if it's something as simple as hand holding.

°so if you're outside together you're on your own, maybe he'll give you his gloves

°either that or he'll take you to a café and get you something warm to drink

°but when you're at home together, that's a different story

°I feel like Chuuya sleeps in cold temperatures, like no covers, the heating off, the windows are slightly open

°he'll cover you in all the blankets you need, make dinner for you two (or get snacks, depends) drinks and you will cuddle up in bed until you warm up

You were currently laying in bed. It was about midnight, the heating in your house turned off. As you turned to the right once more, to see if your boyfriend was sleeping. You sat up in bed, looking down at him for a bit before he looked up at you, seeming a bit tired.

"Can't sleep?" He asked sounding a bit sleepy. You couldn't blame him, he worked for long and exhausting hours at the mafia.

"I'm cold, well my hands are" You said a bit quietly, still looking at your boyfriend who slowly sat up to look at you a bit better. Chuuya moved his hands on top of yours, his hands were warm to the touch as he looked at you before speaking again.

"Are you sick by any chance?" He didn't wait for your response, before speaking again "hold on. I'll go make you something warm to drink." He said before getting of the bed a bit unwillingly, right in front of the door he stood and turned back to you. "Hot cocoa or tea?" (doesn't have to be these if you don't like them)

He came back after a bit with your drink, setting down on the nightstand as he spoke in a slight warning tone.

"Be careful. It's really hot" He claimed with a slight grin as he got back into bed with you. He wrapped a blanket around you laying his head on your thighs before grabbing a hold of your hands once more, smiling a bit and just appreciating how mesmerising you look and how peaceful it felt with his lover.

"You're so pretty, darling" He says with a loving look in his eyes. He always felt awkward giving compliments but it just felt right, with the way the night skies reflection was beaming on to your features, it was hard not to.

#bsd x reader #chuuya bsd #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai

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whump-about-it · 27 days

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Can I Stay Here Tonight?

@whumpril Day 8: Bloodshot

CW: injuries, implied beating, implied torture, implied captivity, exhaustion, implication that Whumpee may be in hiding and/or unhoused

It wasn't unusual for Whumpee to go missing for days or even weeks at a time. No one ever really knew where they went when they disappeared, But they always came back, and usually in one piece. So everyone had long since stopped worrying.

Caretaker had barely even noticed Whumpee was missing again. Only just realizing they hadn't seen them in nearly a week the same night Whumpee showed up again.

It had been raining cats and dogs all day, and Carertaker was having a pleasent evening in, watching trash tv with their roommate and playing a game of cards when the window that lead onto their fire escape eeked open and Whumpee came tumbling in.

"We have a door you know." Roommate told them, barely fazed by Whumpee's random appearance. Whumpee had a talent for slipping in and out of places unnoticed. And considering the late hour, they had probably assumed the roommates would be a sleep.

Whumpee stood up and closed the window again behind them before so much as acknowledging the apartment owners, who stayed on the couch watching them curiously. They were soaking wet. Unsurprising considering they had just climbed three stories on an outdoor stairway. Their usually baggy clothing clung to their skin, reminding Caretaker nauseatingly of just how small Whumpee actually was. It also didn't escape Caretaker's notice that Whumpee was wearing the same clothing that they had been in the last time the two had seen each other; some five days before.

"Sorry to intrude." Whumpee said in a dead pan voice when they finally turned to look at Caretaker and Roommate. They had dark circles under their eyes and a cut next to their left ear. Caretaker thought they looked paler than usual, but it could have just been the way their water-darkened hair stuck to their face.

"I just need to borrow your bathroom."

It was the only explanation Whumpee gave before they walked past Caretaker and Roommate towards their bathroom down the hall, water dripping them their sopping clothes as they went. Caretaker's eyes followed Whumpee as they disappeared. There was a tired slump to their shoulders and an unevenness to their gait that made Caretaker think they were concealing a limp.

"First aid kit's under the sink!" Caretaker called after them, but Whumpee gave no indication of having heard. As soon as Caretaker heard the sound of the bathroom door click shut they turned back to Roommate and frowned. Roommate didn't look too pleased about Whumpee's sudden appearance in their apartment. Those two were not each others biggest fans, but they put up with one another for Caretaker's sake, so Roommate seemed to have decided to keep their mouth shut for now.

"I should go check on them."

Roommate nodded in agreement.

"I'll put a kettle on."

Caretaker went to their room and grabbed a clean pair of sweat pants and a fresh t-shirt they didn't think would be too baggy on Whumpee before giving the bathroom door a courteous knock and entering. They knew Whumpee would have preferred their privacy, and probably would have locked the door if they could. But as it was, the lock on the bathroom door had been broken as long as Caretaker and Roommate had been lived in the place, and it was Caretaker's place after all, so they refused to feel bad about inviting themselves in.

Inside the bathroom Whumpee had stripped down to their underwear and was sitting perched on the edge of the bathtub, the first aid kit sitting open on the lowered toilet lid next to them. Mostly nude, it was obvious Whumpee had been in some kind of trouble. They had bruises all up their torso and arms. There was another scabbing over cut on their collar bone similar to the one by their ear, and shredded up skin on the outside of their left leg from mid-calf to upper thigh that looked like they had lost a fight with a cheese grater. Their knuckles were scabbed and bruised and there were concerningly dark purple bruises around their wrists. The worst of their injuries however seemed to be a series of deep gashes on their forearm that Whumpee was currently picking glass out of with a pair of tweezers.

"I'm fine." Whumpee said defensively, barely looking up at Caretaker as they walked in.

"Yeah, you look fantastic." Caretaker set the clothes down on the vanity and went to crouch next to Whumpee. It was by no means the worst condition Whumpee had ever stumbled into their apartment in, but they didn't look good either. Up close, Caretaker could tell that Whumpee was indeed paler than usual. And their eyes were deeply bloodshot. In fact their whole body language screamed at exhaustion, and Caretaker wondered if they had slept at all since they'd last seen them.

Caretaker knew better than to ask what had happened. Or where Whumpee had disappeared to. Whumpee had never lied to Caretaker, but they would down right refuse to answer such questions. The two had spent days worth of time arguing about it. Caretaker wanted to help. Of course they did, and they'd rather prevent Whumpee from getting hurt than patch them up after the fact. But Whumpee had their secrets, and as they often liked to point out during their fights, Caretaker had known that when their lives had first become intertwined with one another. Caretaker knew Whumpee thought they were protecting them by keeping so many secrets from them. But they also knew Whumpee could disappear and Caretaker would never see or hear from them again if they tried to dig to deep. So they resigned themselves, as they always had, to helping Whumpee where they were permitted too, and praying they knew their limits otherwise.

They watched Whumpee for a few seconds as they tried to pick the pieces of dark colored glass out of their own weeping arm. They weren't doing a very good job of it. Their hands were shaking violently. Whether from cold, or pain, or tiredness, Caretaker didn't know.

"Here, let me." They finally said and plucked the tweezers from Whumpee's trembling hands before they could refuse. It was a testament to just how awful Whumpee must have been feeling that they in fact didn't refuse Caretaker's help, and even turned their arm to give Caretaker a better angle on their wound.

They didn't flinch as Caretaker plucked the tiny pieces of glass from their skin. They almost never did. Caretaker did however pretend not to notice the way their eyes were getting waterier and more bloodshot as they worked. Soon enough all the glass was out of the wound and Caretaker was cleaning it with an alcohol swab and taping a gauze pad over it. Whumpee gave an audible hiss when the alcohol made contact with heir broken skin, but still didn't move. Afterwards, Caretaker insisted that they be aloud to clean the road rash on Whumpee's leg as well before they put clothes back on. Whumpee gave in oddly easily and leaned their head against the wall as Caretaker worked, their red eyes slipping closed slowly.

It must have been the exhaustion that was making them so malleable. Whumpee was never this easy.

"You were hoping Roommate and I wouldn't catch you breaking in didn't you?" Caretaker poked gently as they worked, wondering if Whumpee may just be tired enough to let something slip.

Whumpee hummed in response and nodded vaguely, still not opening their eyes.

"Done it before." They mumbled after a second. The only surprising thing about that was that they admit it.

"Were you in handcuffs?" Caretaker decided to poke a little deeper. They were almost finished with Whumpee's leg, and those bruises on their wrists did look very painful. Even half asleep though Whumpee knew better than to let their guard slip, and the two remained in silence with the unanswered question hanging between them, until Caretaker was finished working and the kettle was whistling in the kitchen.

"There," Caretaker said resolutely when they'd finished. "Now put on the dry clothes, and where ever you want to disappear too tonight, you're at least staying for a cup of tea first."

Caretaker stood to leave, considering where they should situate themselves outside the bathroom to make sure Whumpee didn't slip out any windows without making it look like they were hovering. Before they could make it more than two steps however, Whumpee had reached out a hand and weakly grabbed Caretakers wrist.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Whumpee asked in a meek tired voice. They looked up at Caretaker with what they could have only describe as puppy eyes. If puppies eyes were usually glassed over and bloodshot that is. It was still enough to crumble any resolve Caretaker might have had about the situation, if there had ever been any in the first place. Whumpee rarely asked Caretaker for anything, and they had never asked to spend the night. Whatever had happened to them this time, it must have been worse their physical injuries let on.

"Of Course you can. You never have to ask that. You're always welcome here."

#whump drabble #whumpee x caretaker #whump #whumpril #whumpril2024 #whumprilday8 #bloodshot #stoic whumpee #tw injuries #tw implied torture #tw implied captivity #tw implied unhoused whumpee

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famouscyclenerd · 17 days

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Correction! FREE MY GIRL FROM THE E/RIEL-SHACKLES!

They want her to be stuck with Nesta who used to coddle her and says she's like a dog. With Feyre who thinks she is pleasent enough company, but not a person she would go to with problems nor advice.

They think she has a crush on Azriel after he hurt her feelings, and wounded her pride before thinking of another woman's joy and how he had to stop himself from smiling at the thought of it. His chest didn't spark at Elain's joy when she received the necklace right in front of him, but at the mere image of Gwyn's. Elain returned the necklace and has not spoken to him since. But they caim she still wants him like a desperate woman when they know damn well she said fuck that guy and his bitchy ass necklace. She could spend decades in the Night Court and she wouldn't look twice at him.🥰

They want her to be on her fucking knees for the man who finds it unfair that she isn't his mate when Rhysand got Feyre and Cassian got Nesta. Who couldn't tell Rhysand that he was over Mor. They want her to be with the man who doesn't want her exposed to the trove after she expressed her desire to do something and be helpful.

Ya'll know they would be on Lucien's ass had he been the one who said it, but Lucien would never. And so they glaze over it, pretending that he is protective and cares so much for her! No gurl he's coddling her like a child, something she doesn't want😍

They want her to either reject the bond and forever feel the consequences of it or have Lucien die when Feyre remarks on it being the worst feeling she has ever felt after Rhys dies for like 30 seconds. spoiler alert

They want her wearing fugly night court black dresses when YOU KNOW she changed out of that dress at the first given opportunity. And she has never been seen wearing black again. Maybe because she doesn't like it?? Ever thought of that?

They claim that they had to make her look bad so that Nesta looks good in comparison (feminism has left the chat) and that they purposely used a ugly dress when it's the color itself that Cassian AND Nesta remarks on looking bad on her. They also never mentioned having that kind of plan like wtf??!

"No matter how much she claims to be a part of this court, it sucked the life out of her." She claims and claims to be a part of the Night Court, but it just doesn't work... YIKES! Elain who had been so full of light, so full of life. It has significantly dimmed. "She used to love balls."... not anymore :(

"But Elain smells like jasmine and jasmine blooms at night so she loves it here😋" Yeah and Feyre smells like lilac which blooms in SPRING omfg...🤦‍♀️

Also☝️🤓, they forget the whole quote where Elain's scent is mentioned: "Her sister's delicate scent of jasmine and honey lingered in the red-stoned hall like a promise of spring"

Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking... but "I thought it was pretty obvious."

Me thinks:

#pro elain archeron #elain archeron #elucien #gwynriel #anti e/riel #acotar

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p1err0st4r · 5 months

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☆ | author's note : im so sorry for not uploading for such a long time ! I'll try to make up to it. Love yall ! Im so early omg.

♱ | summary : you are Kokushibos co - worker ( yall have benefits :33 ) and he gave you a gift for valentines day !

★ | warnings : smut ; uncanon interraction ; sex toys ; f reader.

♡ . . You sighed heavily as the were slowly clamping togheter in sleepish bliss. It has been a while since you had a comfortable was around 4 days ago , when you "visited" you co - worker .. Kokushibo. He probably gave you the best time of your life with the way he gently pushed into you .. you stil felt his dick print inside of you and you wanted more of him .. no , not more , you wanted him to yourself. You could feel your panties stick to your bare core just where your sweet hole was. But you still had work to do ... you couldn't give up so easily. You took the cup of water hy you into your hands and got a big sip , just to clear your mind from the dirty thoughts.

Then .. a sudden knock on the door. In echoed through your small office , then a ringing deep voice asking if they could come in .. was it Douma ? Or maybe Akaza ? You decided to think of the worst , that it was Muzan.

"Come in ! "

You saw the door slowly open as a familiar face showed in the crack. Kokushibo. It was supposed to be the worst out-come ! Yet you got what you wanted. You put your hands on the table , bumping up your chin with one of your hands.

"What a pleasent visit. Did you need anything ?"

Kokushibo stared at you silently for a good minute , before putting a small box on your work desk. It was neatly wrapped into a black ribbon , the box was white, you never had a doubt about Kokushibo loving monotone colors , but this looked like something you'd recieve on a funeral... not for valentines day. Kokushibos face had a rare sign of embarassment on it... what did he even out in that box ? He cleared his throat before speaking.

"Uhm.. hghm. Happy valentines day , dear co - worker. I .. i hope you enjoy the gift."

He said before basically STORMING out of your office and shutting the door behind himself. You were left in awe , but were now intrigued. You reached out your hands to the box and started untying the black ribbon.

Kokushibo clrealy spent alot of money on the gift. The first thing that greeted your eyes was a small box of chocolate with a cute note on it. Maybe he wanted to make your relationship deeper than just .. fuck partners ? Seemed like it. The next thing that was in there was a small box , it was a perfume ! That was a pleasent suprise. You placed your nose to the tip and sniffed in the sweet scent ... he seemed to memorise all the things you like , how cute of him.

You smiled warmly and was about to put the box away ... but there was something else in it... at the bottom of the bag was a small wrap in a shape of some .. banana ? You didn't know what it was so you unwrapped it ... and oh god . You felt your face heat up as you stared at the vibrator in your hand. You now knew why he was flustered and .. well it was so so reasonable. You shoved everything back into the bag and out it under your desk by your other stuff lije your purse etc.

Your night would be fun.

♡ | author's note 2 : art creds - pinterest. ( please , id you know the creator of the art tag them in comments so i xlcan later add it to the post <33 ) Ily all !

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Hi! Looong time lurker, first time asker <3! Want to tell you that I love your blog and how awesome concepts are born here, so I thought that I might try and share my own idea with you

Omegaverse Dreamling!

Hob is an alpha who has a successful career in academic and of course owns New Inn pub so he cannot complain, really. He feels a little bit lonely, but he doesn't specifically look for a mate. All his relationships kinda ended, it wasn't it. Hob have been going into his ruts alone for some time but he is fed up with it already. So he decides to go to a brothel and hire some omega prostitute to spend his rut with. He chooses kinda luxury Burgess' brothel.

Enter Omega!Dream. He hates his job and especially dealing with alphas' ruts so it's obvious that this bastard Burgess chose him to "assist" this new and green alpha in his first rut in a brothel. Dream is famous among the clients for his ethereal beauty but also for his snarky comments. That is why most alphas enjoy "taming" him. Dream supposes this one is not gonna be different. He couldn't be more wrong! Burgess warns him that he can't afford to lose this client, he seems rich and gullible, so Dream must behave because otherwise he is going to regret this! Dream doesn't need to be told twice, he knows very well that Burgess has a heavy hand.

When Hob enters the brothel he feels the first symptoms of a rut but when he is introduced to Dream he might as well go into full rut right now and then. What a beauty! Slender, dark-haired, with unblemished and pale skin and the most blue eyes Hob ever seen. Dream is used to being ogled but no one ever looked at him as if he hung the stars himself. He must admit the this Robert "call me Hob, please, nobody calls me Robert" isn't ugly. Quite otherwise if Dream may say so himself. And he smells so nice, even so close to his rut. He hopes that he isn't a demon in bed because he really isn't into rough sex tonight.

They go into the room, Hob is obviously the perfect gentleman and isn't treating Dream as a common whore so he is already alerted. Behind a closed doors Hob is still very polite and pleasent. He asks Dream if it is okay, if he really wants to do this, did he eat anything? maybe he would like to drink something or to talk? Dream is quite overwhelmed, nobody treated him like this ever.But he says he is okay, Hob goes to take a shower and they go into it. And...

Dream has never had since he had started working as a prostitute such pleasurable and overall good sex. Hob is gentle and caring and is treating Dream as if he was his longtime partner. Despite his rut Hob is controlling himself and is always careful to not hurt Dream. Dream might have orgasmed a few times... Fine, he orgasmed a lot, ok? But it isn't his fault Hob is so nice and skilled and has a such wonderful cock! While Hob knot goes down they cuddle and talk. Well, it is Hob mostly talking, because Dream is always withdrawn with his past, but for the first time that doesn't bothers Dream at all. Hob has such a nice voice, he could be listening to him for hours! Well, Dream is very fucked, literally and figuratively. People always told him that he falls fast and deep and this might have happened here. When Hob falls asleep he might even cry a little over himself, because there is no way that Hob would want to ever be with such an omega whore who smells of other alphas. Dream is gonna stay in that brothel as long as he is pretty and then... He fears to think, but it isn't a bright future.

Meanwhile Hob is freaking out because of course he fell head over heels in love with this gorgeous omega! Dream is perfect, in looks and in character and Hob will fight everyone who thinks otherwise.

Hob's rut ended and he went home heartbroken but he gave Dream goodbye kiss on cheek and asked if he would him to come here for his next rut. Dream of course said yes, not because Burgess was behind his back and he expected Dream to agree but because he came up with a plan! He is going to baby-trap Hob! He is now knowing when Hob's rut is going to come and he can stop taking his suppressants. It's a perfect plan!

So few months go by and when Dream sees Hob enter the brothel he immediately goes into heat. Fortunately, nobody notices and they share again a few wonderful days with Hob and surprise, Dream fallen even harder. When Hob again leaves him he only hopes that he knocked him up good. Of course it happens. But what Dream didn't expect is that he was gonna start showing so early. He hoped that he could keep it a secret till Hob will again visit him. Burgess is furious at first but then he starts selling Dream to the clients so they could imagine they knocked him up. Dream obviously said that he has no idea who knocked him up so he gained even worse reputation.

Time passes and Hob again goes into rut and to see Dream. Once inside he learns from Burgess that Dream is pregnant and if he still wants him. Hob cannot imagine his rut without Dream now, but he wanted to refuse, because he didn't want him to tire to much. But something irked him in a wrong way in this Burgess fella, maybe because he was talking shit about his Dream ( jesus, Gadling, pull yourself together) so he agreed to take Dream to the room. He wasn't planning anything sexual, he simply wanted to talk to Dream.

When they get into the room Hob starts telling Dream that he is happy for him and that he just wanted to spend some tome with him and they don't need to do anything sexual if Dream doesn't want to. And this is too much for hormone-ridden Dream. He burst into tears and starts wailing, because alpha of his pup is here and those few months were terrible, he was so sick all the time and he feels sore all over and lonely and overall terrible. But first and foremost he isn't whore! It's Hob's pup and he needs to believe him, he is sorry that he tried to baby-trap him but he loves him and Hob must now hate him, because he is a whore and he woulnd't want to be with someone so terrible like Dream!

Hob is quite light-headed after receiving such info-dumb but the most important news is still banging around in his head: he is a father! Of Dream's pup! Of course he believes Dream, he wouldn't lie to him, not while crying his eyes out, he knows that Dream is to prideful for that. So he kisses Dream partially to shut him up and partially because he loves him and he is so happy.

Dream can't believe what is happening but he isn't gonna complain! When they stop kissing Hob explains to Dream how happy he is and how much he loves him and please please please be his mate. Dream is in deep shock, but agrees, of course he agrees! So Hob takes Dream hand and commanders that they leave in this second. While leaving for good Hob punches Burgess in the face for trying to stop them.

Some time later Dream receives his so anticipated bitemark on the neck and the both of them couldn't be more happy!

Well, of course untill they go for Dream's check-up and learn he is pregnant with twins. Hob and Dream are both over the moon.

Ooops, it came out very long so so sorry for that and for any mistakes! Cheers

– AAA

Hello new friend!!! Thank you for sending this, it's so good and I love that it's a nice long one. Gosh, I feel for Dream so much!!!! The part about Burgess hiring him out to even more alphas while he's pregnant so they can fantasise about being the one who knocked him up gave me SO many ideas. Maybe one of the other alphas goes so far as to claim that the pup is actually theirs (either because they want Dream or because they just want to torture him) and Dream has to try and get out of that situation and explain how he knows that that isn't the right alpha, yes he's sure, he's not sure how he's sure he just is!! Anyhow, thank goodness Hob shows up when he does and rescues Dream from that terrible situation.

When Hob takes Dream home he puts him straight on bed-rest (after a nice long bath of course) and makes Dream promise to rest and recover. Hob will do EVERYTHING for him. Cooking, cleaning, bathing, he'll take care of his omega as much as possible. Its important for the twins but it's mostly important for Dream - he's been worked too hard and he still has so much to go through with pregnancy, labour, nursing. Hob wants to pamper him until he's at the peak of health. Dream has never been treated like this before. He keeps trying to sneak out of bed to help, and then Hob has to carry him back and cuddle him until he dozes off. Eventually Dream begins to get used to being spoiled. And resting is nice when his belly gets so big.

All in all Dream becomes a very happy omega, and his and Hob’s pups are the most loved and cherished in the whole world. Dream is so glad that he baby-trapper his alpha. And Hob is, too!

#AAA anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw mpreg

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clockmax · 1 year

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Hello! So I saw that the request for miles is open and I just wanna know if you could do a breeding kink for him with a human reader? If your not to full with writing that is.

a/n: hi sweets! I turned this to a drabble cause why not. <3

REQUESTS OPEN

18+ under the cut1 Breeding drabble so bewarned for pure filfth.

It started simple, really, it did. All it had been a night dream. The kind where Miles can see you knocked up, the kind where you have his family. Though, the part where he would knock you up stirred him awake.

Quaritch was a man of dignity. He would try to keep his composure when speaking with you, but the visions of you with your knees to your chest, lower legs hanging over his shoulder.

And those dreams turned to reality.

He's got you completely burried in the bed, exact position as Quaritch wants. Your mouth agape as the feeling of him plowing deep inside your walls overwhelms your body. Your slick coating your thighs and Quaritchs' balls, slapping against you with every thrust.

The way he easily holds you up against him, his cock reaching deep inside you. It felt like he was reaching deep then ever. Your legs were shaking as you babbled whatever incoherent thought came to your head

All that composure you had before simply faded away to nothing, body drunk on his cock. It's almost like you were made to be his sleeve, taking him so well despite the massive size difference.

Miles can't get enough of those sweet noises falling from your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you lose yourself in pure bliss. His rough thrusts pounding you inside.

"Gonna cum inside, gonna take it all, pretty baby." ANd it's not up for debate. It almost rolls off as a warning.

The sound of skin slapping fills the room as they mix with your moans, your orgasm washing over you in a powerful force. Your arousal painting the blue skin of his cock white, the small bioluminescent dots shining through.

Quaritch is eventually spilling his seed in you, hips flushed against yours. The feeling of the hot ropes of cum sticking to your insides was pleasent.

But all Quaritch could think was knocking you up, making you take his seed.

He pulled back, admiring his work. The way your cunt was puffy and dripping of cum, legs shaking, your head lulled back.

Oh he was definitely going to do this more often.

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch smut #avatar smut #miles quaritch x reader

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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hi! i saw u on my feed so i got an idea.

can i request um, where Y/n's cleaning her and Principal Weems's room and they accidentally opened Larissa's wallet only to see a Polaroid of them(Y/n) naked with their head's thrown back with Larissa's hand wrapped around their throat? and them getting flashbacks about that 'night' and Larissa walking in the room only to see Y/n's face flushed, and then you decide about the endingg :>

it's ok if u don't wanna do it, the idea js popped up on my mind ^-^

Polaroid

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 709

Warning: NSFW, 18+, eating out, chocking

A/n: Hope I did your request justice! <3

"Could you fetch my wallet real fast, love?" Larissa turned her head around to look at you, smiling apologetically. You couldn't care less, you would play servant for her any day, if you were useful.

Slightly nodding at her, you turned on you heel and left the room. Rushing to her office, you walked directly towards her desk. You opened the middle drawer on the left, knowing exactly where she always kept her wallet. Just as you wanted to close the drawer and leave, a photo fell to the ground, having slipped out of the wallet.

You kneeled down to pick it up. As you turned around you realised it was photo of you. Immediately your cheeks heated up and they turned a bright shade of red. You sat on one of the armchairs in her office naked, Larissas hand wrapped around your throat.

Light moans escaped you, as Larissa flickered her tongue over your clit. Your hand gripped the armrest, digging your nails into the green fabric. Soft fingers stroking over your stomach, finding their way up to your nipple. You shut your eyes close, overwhelmed by pleasure. Whimpers leaving you, ragged breathes, Larissa's name filling the silence around you every now and then.

You remembered the day that photo was taken. It had been your six months anniversary, and Larissa had destroyed you completely. It had also been the first time you had told her that you loved her. She had told you way earlier, but it had always been hard for you to say things like that. She accepted that, and waited, giving you all the time you needed.

Her hand reached up to your throat, mildly wrapping her long, slender fingers around it. Squeezing down just a bit, enough to make you moan out. Your head was thrown back against the chair in pleasure. The feeling of her mouth sucking at your bundle of nerves, made the orgasm fast approach. Feeling a hint more pressure on your throat and a mix of sucking and licking between your legs, made it unbearable. With a throaty scream you came, panting and gasping for air.

"Darling, what's taking you so long?" Surprised by Larissas sudden presence behind you, you snap out of your thoughts and try to stand up. Your knees still feeling wobbly, you cave in. Strong arms catching you and holding you close to her, you are pushed onto the desk. Larissa looks concerned, taking her wallet out of your hand and laying it on the desk, she notices the photo.

Looking at the polaroid between your fingers, a smirk graces her lips. The worry long gone.

"Pleasent memories haunting you, love?" You open your mouth, no words coming out. Closing your mouth again, you stare at her, completely at a loss for words.

"I-," you try again, "Do you always carry that around?" The mischievous glance in her eye tells you everything you need to know. Yes, she does.

Even though your core is throbbing, and your legs are still wobbly because of her presence, you feel the need to hug her. Wanting to simply hold her, thank her.

"Love, what's wrong?" You don't answer, pulling her even closer and hiding your face in the crook of her neck. Smelling her sweet citrus scent, you feel yourself calming down, she grounded you.

"Thank you." You mumbled into her hair, nearly inaudible. Larissa chuckled, full of amusement but also love.

"What for? For fucking you senseless, or for carrying a picture of you at it?"

"For loving me." You simply said. Because it was as simple as that. Carrying a photo of you in that state was as much a love confession as a love letter. You knew, even though she played cool right know, she held the photo close because of what that day meant to the two of you. Larissa gently stroked over your back, leaning into your touch. For a moment the two of you enjoyed the tenderness and comfort of each others embrace. Soon broken by Larissa's playful nature.

"I'm still going to make you scream later. I hope you know that." You laughed at that, loving the dynamic the two of you had found in your relationship.

"I expect nothing less."

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Hi hi! I’d love to see #55 with some angst, maybe Jamie to the rescue after reader’s night out goes wrong? I love your work, so thank you!!

Hurt/Comfort you say? Oh yes that is my speciality!

55. “Stay there. I’m on my way.”

TW gross dudes taking advantage of reader, insecurity, drinking/getting drunk, H/C I got rlly carried away with this one.

2.4k words... whoops

God, you hated going out with your friends. You'd never been one to go out to clubs and dance and flirt. It was just not your thing. But somehow, you'd manage to let your friends drag you out this Saturday night. Part of you was excited. You'd dressed up and shaved and done your make up just right in hopes that just maybe you'd be the one to catch someone's eyes.

But as usual, you were playing wingman for your friend who always seemed to have a line of guys waiting to get her drinks. You played in the ring of condensation that was left on the bar as your friend, Sasha, chatted with some other guy.

"Oh, I really shouldn't let my friend but I am flattered," She chirped, grabbing onto your arm to pull you close.

You gave the man a short wave. He rolled his eyes at you and directed his attention back towards Sasha. You frowned as you watched him flirt with her. You wanted that so badly. You wanted to be the person that people longed for when they walked into a room. You wanted to be wanted and loved so bad. You shrugged Sasha's arm off of you as you departed from the bar.

You just needed to get some air, get your head straight, not be Sasha's excuse to not get laid for like 10 minutes. You went onto the back patio where a smaller crowd was formed. At least it wasn't nearly as stuffy back here.

"Hey." You noticed a guy next to the door, raising his drink towards you. You looked around to make sure he was actually looking at you. "Yeah, I'm talking to you!"

You cringed at yourself, trying to play off your insecurity. "Oh, sorry! I was just making sure. What's up?"

He laughed at me, but not in a mean way. You blushed and moved over to lean against the wall next to him.

"I'm Jason," Jason's voice was posh. You could tell he was from the city just from the way he walked.

"(Y/N)" You replied, holding out your hand from him to shake. "And I for one am not enjoying whatever remix this DJ has going."

And that started a quite pleasent conversation with Jason. Eventually, you forgot about Sasha, just focusing on this guy who's attetntion was on you. Maybe was a little shallow to want attention but man did it feel good to have eyes on you for once.

He bought me drinks and made me laugh and that was all you needed. Eventually, you started getting a little more than tipsy, leaning more against Jason than the wall.

"No, seriously! I'm telling you!" You giggled, grabbing his arm. "I work for AFC Richmond and I'm super tight with the team."

"There is no way a girl like you is friends with AFC Richmond, tell me the name of their kitman."

"Wiliam!! Will Kitman the Kitman!"

"That's a made up name!"

You laughed, hard, taking another long sip of whatever drink he'd given you. You cringed at the taste, the mix being more alcohol than anything else.

"Holy shit, what is this?" You asked, holding the drink away from you.

"My favorite, you'll like it," He brushed you off, shifting so he was standing in front of you. "Drink up."

He took your hand and pushed the drink back towards you, forcing you to take another sip. You sputtered, pushing the drink away. He smiled at you, his eyes suddenly turning dark.

"You're gorgeous, did you know that?" He murmured, moving his arms to cage you into the wall. Normally, you would've blushed at such a comment and physical movement but right now, it was setting off alarm bells. Unfortunately, the alcohol in your system was slowing your movements.

"Wha- stop..." You put your hands up to push at his chest but it was weak. He leaned in, seemingly to kiss you but you brought a hand up to push his face away.

"C'mon, it'll feel good," he insisted, grabbing your hand and pinning it against the wall. Again, he started to lean in. This time, you felt some sembalnce of strength and wiggled out from his grasp. He fell forward, stumbling into the wall. "Goddamit!"

"I told you to stop," you told him, putting distance between you and him.

"Fuck, look, I was just trying to get you off your friends side. Can't you just give a little?" He told you. You furrowed your eyebrow, trying to understand what he was saying.

"What do you-"

"If I can't flirt with her I might as well get something tonight! Even if it is from her desperate friend."

Your blood ran cold as you finally realized what he meant. He was friend with the man flirting with Sasha. Sent to distract you while he took Sasha home. He wasn't actually into you at all. You felt your lip begin to quiver but you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he got to you. Instead, you turned around and rushed back into the club. You heard him groan as you left but you didn't care.

"(Y/N)!" Sasha's voice caught up to you as you tried to leave the club. "Where are you going?"

"I"m going home, you stay, get laid, please," you explained, trying not to show her your face.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go have fun."

With that you were out the front door and walking down the street. You kept walking, not really looking where you were going as the cold outdoor air hit your face. Finally, you felt the tears start to run down your cheeks as you furiously tried to keep them off.

You slowed, feeling the many drinks in your system start to replace the adreniline. You looked around, trying to make sense of where you were but you couldn't remember how you got there. You cursed trying to think of what to do when one name popped into your mind. It was late so it was very likely that he wasn't awake, but if anyone would come to your aid, it would be him.

You pulled out your phone, 20%. The phone only rang once before Jamie Tartt answered.

"(Y/N)?" His voice was surprised. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Jamie, I'm lost," You whined, wondering how much of your emotion was in your voice.

You heard some rustling on the other end as, you assumed, Jamie straightened up, paying more attention.

"Lost? What do you mean?"

You looked around again, trying to make sense of your surroundings but you really didn't feel good. "I was out... and I was with this guy and he was buying be drinks..." Your voice caught as you felt that lump in your throat come back. "I left and I don't know where I am."

"Oh, love," Jamie's cooed. "Look around, do you see any street signs." You found some and read the corner signs off to him. " Okay, stay there, I'm on my way. Just sit down where you are, alright?"

You followed his instructions and wrapped your arms around yourself. It was chilly outside and the skimpy dress you had worn was providing little warmth.

Was there something so wrong with you that no one wanted to spend time with you? They had to send someone to distract you like you were a lost puppy. You felt yourself hiccup, sending a few tears rolling down your cheeks. God, you were pathetic.

From down the street, you saw the headlights of what you could only assume was Jamie's car and you felt so silly. This whole night was just so silly. He pulled up next to you and soon you saw his body stepping out of the car. You bit your cheek, trying to avoid anymore tears falling as you stood to meet Jamie.

"Oh, my sweets." Jamie rushed to your side to help you stand up. You leaned against him, fatigue and dizziness hitting you as you stood up. "What happened?" You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak. "You're freezin', hold on."

He reached up and took his sweatshirt off, revealing a bit of his stomach riding up under his shirt.

"Arms up," he instructued, sliding the sweatshirt on over your head. Immediatly you were bombarded by Jamie's warm scent. "Now lets get you home."

He lead you to the car and helped you buckle in before running around to his side. At first the ride was silent, with just your sniffles and the soft music playing on Jamie's car filling the air.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened?" Jamie finally asked, glancing over at you.

You grumbled but knew getting it out would help. "I was just... out with Sasha... which was a mistake, I should never go out with Sasha, I know." You and Jamie had discussed Sasha in the past. Sasha wasn't a very considerate friend. She like to bring people along just to use them as pawns in her game with men.

"But this guy came and started buying me drinks, and calling me beautiful, and laughing at my jokes." My mouth started to feel heavy again as the embarassment and disappointment hit you all over again.

"But then he... started getting aggressive and forcing me to drink what he was giving me. Then he tried to... tried to like force me to kiss him. And when I told him to stop he told me he was just there to distract me so Sasha could sleep with his friend. He wasn't even interested in me. I was just Sasha's 'desperate' friend."

You looked out the window, scrunching your mouth to avoid from letting out a sob. You let yourself glance over at Jamie. He was silent, his face hard, hands nearing white as he gripped the wheel. He was angry with you. Of course, he was. You had been really foolish tonight and let yourself get into a bad situation.

"I know, I was stupid, Jamie... just please don't be mad at me."

"Mad at YOU?" Jamie's voice was much louder than you expected and you jumped. Jamie pulled over to the side of the road and parked the car. "(Y/N), how could you ever think I was mad at you?"

Again you looked away, trying to avoid his gaze. This time, Jamie reached over and pulled your chin back to face him. You looked at him with big eyes, the tears in them making them look even bigger. Jamie hated seeing you like this. He wanted to kill that guy. He softened his gaze and moved his hand so he was stroking your rjaw.

"I could never be mad at you," He told you, his voice much softer now. You leaned into his hand and Jamie gazed at you. You closed your eyes for a second, resting in Jamie's embrace, only, when you opened your eyes, you weren't in Jamie's car anymore, you were in your bed. And it was morning.

You blinked and suddenly your head started to hurt like a motherfucker.

"Fucking hell," You cursed, bringing your hands up to hold your head.

You trotted out of your room and into your bathroom to grab some medicine. Then you walked out into the living room only to yelp when you saw Jamie laying on your couch. You covered your mouth quickly, but the damage was already done. Jamie eyes opened and he looked up at you.

"Fucking hell, (Y/N)," He grumbled, sitting up. "You always this loud when your hungover?"

"Shit, sorry, Jamie." I squeaked out, walking over to the kitcen to grab some water.

"S'alright." He got up and came into the kitchen, helping me reach a cup without having to climb on my counter. "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," you responded, finally taking the tylenol. You stopped to try and remember the night before. "Did you... pick me up off the street?"

"Yeah..." Jamie voice was quiet in his reply. You tried to remember why you was on the street. Then it hit me.

"Oh." You leaned against the counter, the wind suddenly knocked out of me. You started biting the dry skin on your lips. "Sorry."

"There you go again," Jamie scoffed, shaking his head. "Apologizing for shit you don't need to."

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing!"

You were silent.

"You want to apologize again, don't you?"

"Yeah, kinda."

He laughed at you. His laugh was such a wonderful noise.

"You're hopeless, you know that?" He looked down at you. "You alright?"

You shrugged. Though you weren't as intoxicated as you were last night, meaning you could control your tears better, you were still pretty hurt by the events.

"I guess I should just expect that by now. I'm just not... what people want," you sighed, crossing my arms.

"That's bullshit." Jamie's response was much harsher than you expected. "Don't let the opinions of a few, fuckin', twats, let you think that you're not worth love. Cause you're... you're so amazing."

"Jamie what-"

"You're fit as fuck, (Y/N), and funny and smart. Its too much for some people to handle but don't let that confuse you. You're everything to me."

"Jamie."

"And you're who I think about the most, who I look for when I walk into a room. You drive me mad. And to think that some dickhead out there made you feel uncomfortable or less than... man I want to punch his face in."

"Jamie."

"I know this is a lot but I need you to know how I feel about you. I don't expect you to like me back or anything but I-"

Not able to take it anymore, you reach up and grab Jamie by the collar, bringing him in to slam your lips against his. He was shocked at first, but quickly reciprocated, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other to cradle the back of your head, pulling you flush against him.

What was it Roy had said? 'Struck by fucking lightening?' Yeah that's how this kiss felt. His lips moved against yours as he pressed you into the counter. He pulled away, pressing a few short, chaste kisses to your lips before resting his forehead against yours.

"Hey Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"I like you too."

He grinned, a beautiful, cheek spiltting grin that forced you to smile back. Then he kissed you again. Washing away all the fear and insecurity that Jason had given you the night before. It was just you and Jamie. Jamie and you. Forever.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso show #ted lasso #ted lasso imagines #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #drabble night

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weziu · 20 days

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When Neil looked up he saw his reflection, and instinctively recoiled. It was almost comical, the way he moved in that moment, and he wondered for a second after if a bystander noticed him and laughed. His arms tensed up, his eyes widened, and his entire body flew backwards like someone pushed him hard enough to fall. He was lucky that he didn't spill the coffee, lucky especially because it was too expensive for its worth, but Andrew liked this cafe more than he'd like to admit.

Neil tested himself, sometimes. He straightened again in his seat and stared straight ahead. if he let his eyes rest, his vision blur, he could see past the glass, could see the bystanders that walked by in a hurry, or the dogs that stopped to bark at each other, or the way that the leaves hanging from the trees swayed in the wind. But this was one of those times. Neil let his vision focus on his target, let his picture gain shape, slowly, on the surface.

It came together, broken.

Neil Josten can not exist without his past. Despite that, he sometimes wishes that he could forget it. Was there any reason, really, for the scars that litter his face? What is he when you peel this all off, let the rawness of his heart speak instead? The lines on his face felt like broken puzzle pieces. His blue eyes, a monster, a certain death. Maybe these reasons are why his reflection scared him - he could not see his face without seeing what once was, what once happened, what he ran away from for so long, and when he tested himself, he wanted to see how much of that will to run away he still has left. How much of the deep learnt instinct still flowed in his veins.

Andrew's coffee burnt his tongue when he took a sip. From his left, a bell rang. Footsteps that he'd recognize everywhere got closer, but he still looked towards the noise, just to look. Andrew's hazel eyes glowed under the yellow, warm lightning of the small place. He glanced at the table, and frowned.

"How long have you been here?"

"Hmmmm." Neil answered.

"Is my coffee cold?"

Andrew sat down. Neil pushed the cup towards him. Andrew touched it and nodded in something like satisfaction. Neil looked at every line that made Andrew's face, and wondered if Andrew sometimes tests himself, too. How often.

"It's cold outside," Neil looked away, overwhelmed. "I didn't bring my coat."

"Of course you didn't." The weight of Andrew's gaze almost made Neil give in to his bottomless feelings. "I told you to check the weather."

The window stared back at him. The world outside seemed miles away from his reflection. From his world. Two dimensions, unfamiliar. They don't touch. Not often.

Andrew took a sip from his too-sweet coffee. Neil's tongue burnt, but Andrew gulped the drink down with ease and closed his eyes in appreciation, or maybe for a moment of disconnect. Neil put his hand on the table. Andrew reached out to meet him halfway. Their hands didn't touch, not really. It was a simple poke of fingers against each other, an awkward thing they studied how to do. Few fingers overlapped each other. The world, again, seemed far away, but in a comfortable way, now. Neil's body relaxed for the first time since he sat down here. Tension left his body, slowly. It was warm, he realized. Warmth surrounded him.

He thought of people, and wind, and dogs. Of his dad and his knives, and almost laughed with the shock of it all. Dimensions, parallel, but they meet somewhere, even if he can't experience it fully. Andrew. His friends. The cigarette packs he hid from Kevin, the sun, sometimes, or the way it lands on Andrew. There was still a barrier between what he knew and what the rest of the world did, but right here, in this cafe, sitting with Andrew in silence and watching him sip his coffee, pushing back the less pleasent memories, leaving the cold for later, he thought that maybe his dimension isn't so bad. He survived so far.

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#aftg #andreil #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #wrote this in like 20 minutes on my notes app #hehe

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