#Fang x ticklish reader

[little-lee-froggie]

Hello! It’s me, back with content for the first time in a verrrryyyyy long time, but I’m finally back! I wanted to post this fic for awhile, but it’s not from one of the fandoms I normally write for, so I didn’t, but I figured I might as well post it after coming back from hiatus since no one will know I posted it if it sucks, so with that, let’s start my first Maximum Ride fic!!! Let’s get into it:

WAIT!! First I need to share with you the picture that made me want to write this fic, cuz bestie- the Fucking ler vibes 🥲

(Page 200 of volume three of maximum ride)

Ok, now let’s actually get into it:

_________________________________________ Warnings: Swearing (if I’m missing any, please let me know)

Ler: Fang (rip his long hair 😔🤚)

Lee: Reader

You and your six friends were absolutely inseparable. You all lived together on a beautiful peace of land. Not to mention that your wings aloud you to fly all around it, all spending time together.

But you’re relationships with five of the six couldn’t hold a candle to the one you had with Fang, one of the oldest people in the flock. Back when you and the rest of the flock were still in the school, Fang was always the one who took care of you. You told him everything, and he would always listen. You both cared very deeply for each other, and he could read you better than you could even read yourself.

It was around 11:30 am, and you still weren’t awake. This wasn’t uncommon, but it also wasn’t Fang’s favorite thing. He was glad you got rest, but wished you slept more at night then in the morning. However, he couldn’t blame you. After all, after you, he was the one who was the most nocturnal in the house.

Never the less, he always woke you up about an hour after he woke up, and that time was now. The rest of the flock was out on a fly, and Fang had told them the two of you would go out and meet them after you woke up. He finished brushing out his long hair and tied it up in his classic ponytail, and went up to find you.

When he got to the room you slept in, he came in quietly, and shook you gently. “[NAME], it’s time to wake up, we need to meet the flock. They’re already out on a fly” he said, shaking you again. You mumbled something incoherent and pulled one of your pillows over your head.

He sighed, smiling fondly at your attempt to stay asleep. “You’re really going to make me do this, huh?”, he said, his smile turning ever so slightly into a smirk.

He lifted his wings up slightly and brought them to your neck, gently letting them drift along it. He could make out some muffled giggles from under the pillow as you lifted your shoulders to try and protect your sensitive neck. After about thirty seconds, he took the pillow off your head and put his hands on your ribs, lightly squeezing there, leaving his wings at your neck. “You wanna wake up now?”, he asked teasingly, raising his eyebrow to emphasize the question, despite the fact that your eyes were closed and you couldn’t see it. 

“Nohohohoho, IhI’m tihihirehed!!”, you giggled, kicking your legs out, your smile as bright as the sun. Fang smiled as well. He couldn’t help it, you’re smile was contagious. “Well then, I guess I’m not going to stop till you’re ready to wake up” he said, moving his hands from squeezing your ribs to using his blunt nails to lightly scratch all over your stomach and sides, making you squeak and arch you back. “Fahahang!!! *squeak* Mehehahahan!!!”, you giggled, trying to push his wings out of the crook of your neck, not realizing you just gave him the perfect opportunity to get your worst spot: the skin in between your armpit and elbow.

Fang had been tickling you for enough of his life to know this was your worst spot. It didn’t make you laugh much louder than any other spots, but in sheer sensitivity, it beat everything by a landslide. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

He quickly used his wings to pin your arms in place and let you catch your breath for a second, and hovered his hands over the spot as a warning.

“Okay [NAME], I’m giving you a choice; either get out of bed now, or I’ll make you~. Which will it be?”, he asked, a wide smirk plastered on his face. “Thahat’s an ultimatum, not a chohohoice” you said, giggling both in anticipation, and from the previous attack. “Same difference” he said. “Noho ihihi’s nohohot! A choihice is whehen you hahave two options, wherehe an ultimatum is whehen you don’t hahave any choice in the mahater cuz you can either do whaht you wahant but something unfavourable happens, ohor you’re forced intoho something unfavourable”

Fang smirked, and whispered right in your ear “Well then this isn’t an ultimatum, cuz we both know you love this~. So what’s your answer then little brid~?”, he said, flustering you quite a bit, and blowing a bit of air in your ear to make you squeak.

Two words. That’s what spelled your demise. And yet, those were the words you chose to say. 

“Make me.”

His eyes flashed with a slight hint of mischief, narrowing his eyes at you. “Okay, you asked for it!”, he said as his hands made contact with the soft skin, making you loudly squeak and giggle hysterically. “*SQUEAK* Ahahahahahaha Fahahahahang nahahaha!!! Dohon’t!!!!!!”

Your reaction only made him want to tickle you more. He loved mornings like this, and he loved to make you laugh, and he knew you enjoyed it as well. But he also knew he had to stop at some point. After all, he had promised the flock that he’d bring you to where they were flying after you had woken up.

“Okay [NAME], I’m going to have to make you a deal since we have to go meet the flock. If you get out of bed now, I promise I’ll tickle you more later today. Deal?”, he said, slowing his attack a bit so it’d be easier for you to answer. You thought about it for a moment, but eventually nodded. Fang smiled, finally stopping his attack completely, leaving you to giggle at the tingling sensation left behind. 

He opened the door and bowed dramatically, making you laugh a bit, and let you go through first. When the two of you started walking to the place where the flock normally started their flying, you had trouble feeling fully awake. 

“I’m tired, I wanna go back to sleep…” you said, walking slowly slightly behind Fang. “Don’t forget our deal” he said, lightly brushing his wings in your neck again, making you squeak quietly and flinch, smiling. “If you go back to sleep, then you won’t be awake when it’s time for me to do my part, and you wouldn’t to miss that, now would you little bird~?”, he said, knowing how to fluster you all to well.

“Sh-shut up..” you said, hiding your face in your hands to cover the blush that was slowly creeping onto your face. “You should watch what you say [NAME]~” said Fang, suddenly now directly behind you, playing your ribs like a piano. “Hehehey, Fahahahang!! Nahaha!”, you giggled, trying to continue walking, but you were all curled up on yourself. Fang then let go of your sides and continued walking, side-eyeing you with an evil smirk. “Don’t fall behind now little bird. I would hate for you to get left behind~” he said as you continued to giggle slightly. 

When you eventually caught up to him, he wrapped his wing around your shoulder, chuckling at the way your subconsciously went to protect your neck. “You’re so mean” you said, wrapping your arm around his waist since he was much taller than you, so there was no way you could put them around his shoulders. He chuckled again and said “I’m not mean, you’re just to easy to fluster, how could I not?”. You blushed again, hiding your face in his wings.

He just chuckled, and put his arm over your head and rested it on your shoulder, every so often poking your ribs, or fluttering his hand in your neck.

As much as he teases you, and even though he can be a bit mean when it comes to flustering you, you were so glad to have someone like Fang in your life. You wouldn’t want it any other way.

       ꧁༺To be continued༻꧂

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That was the fic! The second part is in the works, so look out for that (in like a month or some shit cuz I’m not productive :D)! I hope you enjoyed! This fic was very self-indulgent, so I don’t expect it to cater to everyone, but then again, what does? I hope you have a lovely day/night and take care of yourself, byeeeee!!

-Froggie :p

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[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

part 1

Owner: BNHA - Aizawa, AFO JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku HQ - Ukai

Hyena: BNHA - Shigaraki JJK - Mahito HQ - Tendou

Wolf: BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi JJK - Sukuna, Noaya HQ - Sakusa

Fox: BNHA - Kirishima, Denki, Deku, Amajiki JJK - Yuji, Yuuta, Choso HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya

Leopard & Panther: BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Hawks & Dabi JJK - Gojo & Geto HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma

Bear: BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio JJK - Toji, Nanami, Higuruma HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut

[cocosummer]

sum: you're getting double teamed by zhongli and neuvillette while they're in heat.. have fun :]

a/n: i tried something new with this one, please lmk if you liked it!

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader x neuvillette

cws: sub + bottom!reader, established polyamorous relationship, tongue fucking, creampie, major size difference (because dragons big), desperate dragons in heat, slight degrading at one point, possessiveness

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you sat in place, feeling the muscles of two serpentine tails tensing and relaxing as they coiled around you. the surrounding air of the nest was warm and dense with the longing breaths of dragons. dragons in heat.

your mates.

since the former archon, zhongli, had come to spend more time with you and neuvillette in fontaine, it seemed that his and neuvillette’s mating cycles had.. synced up? you weren’t exactly sure of the details. all you knew was that your two dragon partners were having to share the same nest and the same mate, while their heats made them increasingly territorial and needy. and it’d caused them to need to.. re-evaluate some terms in your group contract. 

“um.. have you two decided on anything?” you watched the two dragons conversing in hushed tones, sometimes snarling, sometimes glancing over at you with a visible need, before continuing their discussion. surely they had reached some sort of conclusion as for what to do with you by now..? 

zhongli turned from neuvillette to flash you a hazy smile, a quick departure from the zhongli of just a moment ago. “i believe so, my dear.” 

though he would never willingly hurt you or neuvillette, he could be quite the unpredictable character during his heat; if his mere survival of and achievements during the archon war were anything to show for it, he was more than the kindly, strangely knowledgeable yet somewhat ditzy secretary of the wangsheng funeral parlor that many knew him as. he dipped down from where he had been looming aside neuvillette and muttered a short, “if you’d allow me,” before nudging his snout at your thighs. his jaw parted slightly to let his pink tongue flick over his mouth, giving you a glimpse of his long, yellowed fangs.

his rolling mane was soft and ticklish as he settled over you. “i allow you,” you parroted slowly, and the geo dragon spared you a brief, doting look with bleary golden eyes, before he dove in for more.

you immediately felt yourself clenching up as his warm tongue squeezed between your cheeks to lap at the rim of your hole, stretching it out for him to use as he pleased. you could feel his jaw working under you, the rough scales on his muzzle rubbing against your legs as you instinctively started grinding against him. he let out a deep, resounding groan that shook the air as you started to ride his face.

and you were not unaware of monsieur neuvillette’s eyes on you. the hydro dragon followed your movements with blown out, iridescent eyes as you bounced on zhongli’s snout. his glossy jaws were parted, with dribblets of saliva starting to dangle like ice crystals from his lip, and his jaw hung lower each time zhongli’s tongue slipped deeper into you. each time you snapped your hips, and rolled them back to draw zhongli in further. you figured they really must have agreed on something, because as much as neuvillette seemed to want to jump in and lap you up himself, he stayed put in his corner of the nest. 

“neuvillette?”

your sweet voice had him bristling where he sat, as if it were a siren’s song, and he was the all too eager sailor about to rush into the throes of the ocean at your beckon call. though something seemed to have penetrated his heat-driven state of mind, giving him pause for a moment; he sank unceremoniously back into place. “um, we’ve agreed to.. take turns.”

“..oh..”

meanwhile, something in zhongli seemed to have snapped. overwhelmed with the scent of you, his tongue rasped more aggressively. he started fucking his tongue deeper and faster into your hole, as if it was him who needed to cum. 

some part of you had to wonder if this was his way of guiding your attention back to him. though you couldn’t focus on much else besides the arousal building in your gut. 

the forked tongue stirring in your insides, with plunging, circular motions that encouraged what felt like a tight coil in your gut to turn loose. the dogged look neuvillette was giving you as he waited, a voyeur watching his partner as you tensed and shook. zhongli’s name squeezed out of your pretty lips, and a sparse hovel of grey clouds formed over his crested head, though no water fell; with his jaw taut and his eyes bleary, his frilly ‘paws’ tucked under his chest, you decided morose longing was a beautiful look on him.

at some point you couldn’t hold back any more; trembling and tensed, you spurted cum down your legs, drenching the geo dragon’s beautiful, stone-coloured scales. though it wasn’t that way for long; you felt zhongli shift under your legs as he hurried to lick his chops dry of every drop of you. his pink tongue sometimes curled over your thigh, in his rush.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a large blurr – neuvillette diving for some of your arousal that had escaped zhongli’s notice and dripped onto the floor. immediately zhongli’s muzzle curled with a low, guttural snarl he poised at the hydro dragon, his slender haunches rising. to your surprise, neuvillette scrambled backward; well, it was both surprising and almost unnatural to see both the grand iudex of fontaine and a dragon not designed for environments outside of the ocean to move in such a manner. his grand, leafy fins slapped on the floor like a seal’s flippers. 

“zhongli,” you chided half-heartedly, sort of amused and still coming down from your high. 

the geo dragon let out a long chuff in response; he bent to gently lower you off his nose, onto his coils that covered the ground below, and pressed the side of his head to the floor, to savor what was left of your cum with long, greedy licks.  

you watch with a slight amused grin. he’s an old man, but he still acts like this. 

you turn to beckon neuvillette over apologetically, though he doesn’t appear to hear you.

the statuesque hydro dragon was staring down his nose, fixated on the cum that was sparsely trickling from between your legs and creating a small wet spot on the floor. ah. 

you felt blood starting to pool in your crotch once again, just from the yearning, desirous.. obvious way he was looking at you. his slit pupils blown wide, his scaly head drawn so low to the ground that his fluorescent blue antennae brushed against it. wordlessly pleading for you to let him in

perhaps he needed to hear your invitation again. he was distracted the last time

– –

“don’t let such high praises go to waste, my neuvillette. our mate clearly can’t focus, with how you’re stretching their soft, human hole to full capacity, getting it ready for me.” a rumbly, possessive growl emerged in the last of zhongli’s words, lending him an alluringly dangerous quality.

neuvillette slurred above you; his mind was far away. “nh.. so full for me, my love..” his tail wrapped attentively around the bulge in your stomach that his cock was causing. a broody trill escaped his throat, and you panted, enamored with his little noise.

“you look divine, when you’re at a loss for words~” zhongli’s smooth, sultry voice had somehow deepened to a point you’d seldom heard it reach before. you could tell he was deep in the sauce now

and you could only imagine the scene he was enjoying. merely picturing the sight of dragon cock splitting through your thighs was enough to have you tensing up, head reeling

your drool collected on the coil below you, as you forgot everything but what you felt. as your body worked hard to accommodate the tip of one of the hydro dragon’s heavy, shark-like cocks, and your mind honed in on his rhythmically plying out a ways and then nestling deeper inside you with each twist of his long, muscular body. the pressure of his cock weighing against the soft flesh of your opening, and the brush of his scales against your inner thighs stimulating you further

your body ached from anticipation, with your only thoughts crying for more, more more, though you weren’t exactly sure how much you could take. this was your first heat spent together; it’d usually be you visiting one dragon or the other during their respective nesting days. 

neuvillette’s labored breaths fanned over the back of your head, like the gusts of an ocean wind. you sensed your vision growing bleary, and a tension accumulating within you; a strong wave of your own arousal sent you for a loop, and you felt neuvillette’s strong coils shudder around you in response, minutely tightening their grip. and you heard neuvillette let out a strangled whelp when he finally let himself go, when he allowed thick ropes of his cum to plunge into your insides, dousing you with sudden warmth.

a thick ring of neuvillette’s cum quickly formed around the base of his dick, but before he could overwhelm his small human partner with the sheer amount of cum dragons tended to produce, he carefully slid out, and let the rest of it flow under your stomach.

or, more accurately, he suddenly had the mind to slide out.. he was rather enjoying the sensation of being milked to the brim by you, and his mind, in its most relaxed and instinct-driven state, told him to hoard what he loved – what was his.

having taken his load, you were assumed in the scent of the hydro dragon; you were markedly his

and you could tell it was making zhongli antsy, because scarcely had neuvillette pulled out when you felt the geo dragon’s paw padding over your back. cum was still pouring out of you, and his talons curled around your trembling figure, securing you in his grasp so he could draw you towards him.

you wriggled weakly in his clutch, managing a strained, breathless, “it's too much,” when the geo dragon let out something akin to a warning hiss. “our contract agreement was to take turns, my dear.”

his whiskers brushed like soft mist against your cheeks as he hung his head low, to address you. his proximity to you punctuating his words.

“and you’ve agreed, to assist us until we’re satisfied.

shouldn’t we adhere to that?”

#[ my works ] #[ wfsn ] #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #gn!reader #zhongli x reader x neuvillette #zhongli x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #dragon husbands hehe

[another-lost-mc]

DIAVOLO x gn!Reader 1.2k Words | NSFW | Explicit | Making Out, Marking, Oral Sex (m!receiving) CW: Mentions of alcohol. -> Prompt: Kissing in an Alley Behind a Bar [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Diavolo makes every date with you an adventure. He loves exploring all the things in the human world that you used to take for granted; everything excites him, and it’s difficult not to be excited too.

Tonight he asked you to join him on a date at a human world bar. Bars aren’t really your thing, and you don’t drink much at the best of times, but you agreed anyway. It’s hard to say ‘no’ to the demon prince that asks you for so little, while the love in his eyes promises you the whole world just for being by his side.

Most of the time when you go on human world excursions, Diavolo is overdressed for the occasion. He looks handsome, sure, but his large stature and expensive, perfectly-tailored suits draw a lot of attention.

(You try not to grumble too much when other people blatantly stare at him, or try to flirt with him even though you’re standing right there, your arm obviously linked with his. Even though he doesn’t say anything, he knows you get a little jealous—and he makes it up to you later in the privacy of his bedroom and shows you why you have nothing to be jealous of.)

You wait patiently for Diavolo in the main foyer of the Demon Lord’s Castle while he finishes getting ready. You grin and ask Barbatos which suit Diavolo plans to wear tonight, but he looks far too smug when he hints that you might be disappointed. 

Diavolo’s voice echoes when he greets you from the top of the staircase nearby. You turn towards the staircase and wave, but your own greeting dies in your throat. You expect him to come bouncing down the steps in one of his three-piece suits. You didn’t expect him to wear a black leather jacket you’ve never seen before, or the slim-fitted white t-shirt underneath, or the dark wash jeans that hang low on his hips and cling to his muscular thighs. 

His joyful smile sharpens when he’s close enough to slip his hand in yours, and you realize you’ve been staring (and probably drooling). Your mouth opens and closes a few times while you try to think of something to say.

I want to climb you like a fucking tree doesn’t seem appropriate in present company, even though Barbatos has caught you both in compromising positions before.

“You look nice,” is the most eloquent reply you can manage in that moment; your voice is a bit higher than usual, and you want to die when your voice cracks.

Also, when did it get so hot in here?

Diavolo beams at your compliment (and very obvious once-over). “I thought I would try a different look today, considering the very casual nature of our date location.” He escorts you to the portal Barbatos conjures for you, and he leads you in the direction of a local pub his butler located for you in advance.

The demon prince grunts when his back slams against the bar’s rough brick exterior, but his eyes glitter with anticipation under the flickering street lamp overhead. His devilish smile is wide and full of teeth, and he traces his fangs with the tip of his tongue while he drinks in your needy expression.

“If I’d known bringing you to such a place would have this result, I would’ve done so much sooner,” he chuckles as he tilts his head back to give you access. You moan against his neck and scrape your teeth along the skin of his throat; he exhales a shuddered sigh grips your waist to drag you even closer to him.

“It’s those fucking jeans, and that shirt, and it’s—it’s everything about you,” you nearly whine against his collarbone between clumsy, open-mouthed kisses against his skin. Your hands slide under the thin material of his shirt, and he twitches when you graze the ticklish skin of his belly. 

“I’m yours,” he promises in a rough voice, and his hand cradles your nape and forces you to look at him. “All yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“You big sap,” you scold him half-heartedly, but your breathy voice lacks any real heat. You push yourself against the firm, muscular planes of his chest and slot your mouth against his in a desperate kiss. You can taste the alcohol on his tongue when you lick into his mouth, and you chase the bittersweet taste with your own

He swallows your breathy sounds as he moves against you in a frenzied kiss. His own deep growls punctuate the wet sounds of his lips and tongue caressing yours. He jerks his hips when you run your hands over his chest and tweak his nipples between your fingers.

He’s hard and straining in these jeans he bought specially for you, and his body burns so hot he feels like you're consuming him. He's not going to last long no matter how you touch him. The only thing he knows is that he doesn't want to paint the inside of his pants when he can be inside you somehow instead.

“I want you,” he pants as you kiss a sloppy trail across his jaw and down his neck. Your muffled uh-huh tickles his skin and he pulls your hips flush against his. He grinds himself harder against you while you suck a mark below his ear.

(Diavolo knows Barbatos will disapprove of the mark and insist he cover it up later. He doesn’t want to, though—he would wear all your bruises and bitemarks proudly. He wants everyone in the Devildom and all the realms beyond to know that it's his bed you warm each night.)

The alley is dark and grimy and off-putting, but Diavolo still wonders how he can fuck you against the cold brick wall without roughing up the soft skin of your back. His train of thought breaks when you suddenly drop to your knees; the desire radiating from you in waves overwhelms him.

When he scents the air, he can smell your soap and your sweat, and below that, he can pick up the faint traces of the arousal that's dampening the inside of your pants. It makes his mouth water and he has to remind himself to be patient.

He throws his head back with a moan as his large hands stroke the sides of your face. “You’re so perfect for me,” he grits out. “I'm going to fuck you against this wall before I take you home.” He knows you're both desperate, and his dirty promises make you whine, a high-pitched noise that makes his cock ache. He tries not to buck his hips against your face when you rub your cheek against the rough denim covering his aching cock. He hears the soft sounds of metal clinking together when your nimble fingers loosen his belt.

“You'd better,” you mutter against him, tongue flicking against the wet spot of his boxer briefs before you pull them down.

You should've guessed all along what he wanted when he brought you here of all places. You wait until he looks at you properly—

—with his tousled hair and dark, lustful gaze blown-black, and his spit-slicked and swollen lips, and his chest heaving with anticipation and the control it takes for him not to push you against the rough brick behind him and impale you on his cock—

—and then you finally swallow him down.

#obey me diavolo #obey me x reader #omswd x reader #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me smut #omswd smut #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo x mc #diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo x you #diavolo x you #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #x reader #gn!reader #jes.2k event

[fungisthings]

Do u take request I wanted to ask since I had idea for requesting for Dan heng IL x Reader but not sure if u do not

IL Dan Heng being your boyfriend HCs

Gender neutral reader — no mentions of pronouns | Not proofread | AN: I'm a big Imbibitor Lunae simp (in an autism way), I currently have 100 unpaid wishes saved for him 🤩 | 630 words

- I feel like the relationship would change depending on whether you knew him before the revelation or after the revelation;

- Especially if you were full on dating beforehand or not, I feel like he wouldn't have told you about being the reincarnation of Imbibitor Lunae since no one else is the crew knew, he felt really guilty about it (as if he didn't think he'd be able to keep it a secret for longer/forever);

- Super apologetic and understanding if you're mad at him for keeping such a big secret from you, confused if you're rather unbothered about it and move on quickly;

- I feel like he asks multiple times if you're truly okay and not mad at him, he probably gets really annoying about it, please reassure him and tell him not to worry, be firm about it but not too much (you don't want him to think you're mad, after all), he's much more understanding if you make sure he knows you're being serious;

- If you met and started dating after the reveal, he's much more chill about it all. He doesn't need to worry about hiding his secrets this time around and can be much more honest and open without worrying;

- Honestly, he's probably more open now than ever before, whether if he met you before or after, he's not burdened with the weight of needing to hide such a big part of him and his past, he's either much more chill or more stressed because he's worried about the group and what the Nameless think about him now;

- Moving on from how the relationship started, now moving onto how he acts in your relationship;

- Dan Heng was never really touchy before the reveal, and still isn't one for PDA;

- He tries to be more touchy in private for you, and tries to do some basic PDA in public, like hand holding and kissing your cheek, but he doesn't try to go anywhere over the top;

- Although, he probably holds your hand most of the time, it started with linking his pinkie with yours, and the longer he spent time with you, the more comfortable he gets, he starts clasping your hands in his own and eventually entertwines his fingers with his own;

- Low-key likes brushing his tail against you but is too shy to completely wrap around it you. You can touch his tail, but he's quite ticklish there and will try to stiffle his laughter, but it's a little hard;

- His ears are also quite sensitive, if you want to tease/fluster him, just play with his ears, and you'll get blushing madly in no time;

- Sharp fangs are absolutely real, may be my own personal vices, but yes, he's so delicate with you. He tries his best not to cut your lips/tongue on his fangs so hard and profusely apologies and tries his best to make it up to you;

- Reassure him that he's fine, that it doesn't hurt that bad, and you can deal with it, literally the most puppy like when he's worried about you and because of this;

- Strange mix between the "Golden retriever boyfriend" and "black cat boyfriend" tropes, he's quiet and off to the side, but he's not brooding and gloomy, he's also over protective, but also wants to please you even if it get him out of his comfort zone and literally glows when you enter a room and are around him;

- A little overprotective, he's not half as bad as I feel other characters would be, but he still wants to protect you and worries about you when you're away, texts you whenever you're around.

Characters I write for | Masterlist

#hsr #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #il dan heng #il dan heng x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng #dan heng x gn reader #il dan heng x gn reader #hsr x gn reader

[bigassmoth]

He doesn't know how to respond to you sometimes (astarion x isekaied!reader) 2nd person pov

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"So...what do I look like?" He attempts to remain stoic but his eyes are earnestly scanning your face.

"Oh! I have a piece of a broken mirror somewhere in my bag if you want me to get it." You actually start to turn away to retrieve the discarded treasure before Astarion tugs you back by your shirt. Perhaps out of instinct from the many times your battle-experienced teammates have pulled you back from harm, you follow his tug and plop into his arms to look up at him quizzically.

"No, no. I can't tell if you are exercising your inconceivable sarcasm or are being genuine but either way- cease." Astarion briefly appreciates the warmth of your back against his chest before righting and spinning you around to face him. "Tell me what I look like."

You stare at him with a slowly growing smirk. Astarion can't help but tap his heel into the ground and cross his arms, aware of his mistake. His eyes rolling to the sky he leans forward and hisses.

"Puh-leeze."

You hum and break out into a bright smile, half-enjoying his progress in manners and half-enjoying his misery in indulging you.

"Well you look very adorable." Astarion begins to sputter (surely you meant worthy of adoration, right?) but you continue with your observations, "You have white hair, red eyes that I think some people think are just dark brown. Or that you are an albino. Honestly I don't know how other people don't clock you as a vampire."

He sighs, this is a conversation you've had before.

"By this point my dear you have seen far stranger. And I am a vampire spawn- there's a big difference."

You shrug, Astarion is beginning to suspect that your persistent misunderstanding of fundamental racial differences and cultural schisms is just a front for your unwillingness to conform to standard beliefs.

"Red eyes, claws, fangs, pointy ears. It's all there is what I'm saying."

"Pah-Pointy ears!?" Astarion rubs his temple in exasperation. "No, no. I'm not doing this with you right now. I'm ignoring your ignorance."

He sighs and claps his hands in front of him, looking at you with a slight sneer.

"You mean to tell me, that what I look like. Is just white, with red eyes, and pointy ears. You can't just call me beautiful and we can be done with it?"

"Oh I don't know if 'beautiful' is how I would describe you."

"Do you want to die?" Normally he would have a more severe reaction but at this point you had already exhausted him. Not that he wanted some rando-human from gods know where to think of him as the most beautiful creature they had ever seen.

"Nah it's just when I look at you I think about how cute you are. And I don't know why you are hung up on your ears, I love your ears." You reach up and cup his face, tilting his head to the side to admire said feature.

What's worse than your abrupt sappy touchiness is Astarion let you, swallowed thickly when you traced the shell of his ears from the tip to the soft underside of his jaw. This was a common problem with you in the camp that flustered everyone, your accidental intimacy and non-withheld affections.

"Your hair curls at the end, so it frames and wraps around your ears. Also around your cheeks sometimes but I think it's ticklish so you usually brush it back." You do the job for him, pulling strand of his ghostly locks from his face to tuck neatly behind his ear. Your hands are off of him now- as swiftly as you assaulted him with your warmth you leave him robbed of his senses.

"Ugh please, enough with your touchy-feely nonsense. This wasn't why I asked you. I just want to know if I am...presentable." He needed to know how he was seen. He needed to hear you say that you saw him as beautiful- but now Astarion felt like he bit off more than he could chew. Certainly others thought he was a divine image, the amount of lustful gazes he receives tells him as much. But what flavor was his beauty? Was it to your tastes?

"I am only touchy-feely nonsense." You coo at him with a shit-eating grin. In a way you were right, Astarion had seen you land insults that constituted as vicious mockery with the damage they dealt. That amount of power required much touchy-feely nonsense.

Feeling himself at his limit, given that it's hard to meet your gaze and his heart has begun to patter restlessly in it's bone cage, Astarion waves his hand and turns on his heel to return to his tent.

"Astarion~" You call out sing-songy, body swaying slightly as your readied your final attack. Against his better judgement Astarion stopped just as he was lifting his tent flap and turned to you with an eyebrow raised.

"You have thick eyebrows that accentuate your eyes like a belfry. Your cheekbones are tall and your cheeks shallow, so your face doesn't have much roundness to it. You have a slightly tapered jawline that leads to a smooth chin. There aren't any moles or marks on your skin aside from some slight pigmentation. Your ears make your face look broader, slightly less severe. Your smile lines soften your face, add muscle tone and character. I think people like your eyes the most, they are deep set and mysterious but when you smile the corners of your eyes crinkle in a way that is charming and sweet."

Astarion soaked in your description and kept quiet lest the emotion stuck in his throat become a mournful sob. Your absurdity had distracted him from the original purpose of his question, but perhaps you knew what he wanted since the first time he asked. You wait patiently for him to process your words before chirping out,

"I can try drawing you sometime, or we can get your portrait done when this worm business is done."

For once Astarion doesn't have the will to correct you about the difference between a tadpole and worm. In fact, he is startled when he laughs.

"Ah, yes. I would like that, once this stupid worm is out of my brain I think I will." He smiles in a shy and wry way. It's not lost on him that you said 'we'. Whether that means just the two of you or the rest of the party, Astarion doesn't know. He holds the words in his heart, that even after you no longer need his skills you would want to do silly selfish things with him. You grin back.

"I like all of your smiles, but some of them are definitely better than others. Have a goodnight, Astarion."

He would, he would kick his feet, stuff his face in his pillow, and roll around on his bedroll like a teenage girl.

Bonus:

The next morning Astarion waited for you to be out of earshot before approaching Wyll.

"Wyll-" He twirled, "how do I look?"

Wyll looked up from the breakfast he was cooking with a perplexed expression. He looked Astarion up and down.

"Like a leech looking for a neck to latch onto?" He offers with a coy smirk.

Astarion scoffs and stalks off. "Useless, all of you."

#astarion x reader #bg3

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 7 - Playtime

Lucifer x Reader

"If Asmo ever finds out I'm doing this to my hair," you commented, twirling your hair to make yourself a bun. "He's gonna get pissed."

"That is why I'm sending him a picture."

You gasped, turning around to find Lucifer laying in bed with his D. D. D. pointed at you. Your eyes widened and Lucifer's grin only got wider as a mischievous laugh escaped from his lips. 

"Luci, don't you dare!" 

"Asmo," he said as he typed away. "Look what I found your little human doing. I'm sure you've already told them how to take care of their hair, haven't you? So I left this matter at your disposal to reach a solution and- oh!"

Forgetting about your hair, you let it all down as you rushed to Lucifer. He chuckled, jumping off the bed and running away from you. 

"Come back here!" 

This was unexpected... Lucifer was rarely in a playful mode. His eyes were shining mischievously and he was smiling widely, even laughing to himself as you chased him around his room. You couldn't help but smile as well, feeling excited butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at this sudden behavior of his. 

"Lucifer!" 

"And send- ack!" 

You, surprisingly, caught him. Your arms tightened around his waist and with your momentum, you were able to push him back onto the bed. You tried to wrestle him to get his phone, but he quickly hid his D. D. D under his body. 

"What- give it to me!" 

Lucifer grinned. "Why should I? That is my phone." 

You straddled his waist and tried to hug him so you could reach back for his phone, however, he kept fighting your arms, laughing and giggling at seeing you struggling. 

"Luci!" You were a little out of breath already. "If you don't give it to me now I'll-

"You'll what?" He challenged you, showing his fangs as he smirked. 

"I'll-" Your eyes were drawn to a path of exposed milky skin. Lucifer's hips protruded from his pajama pants and your hands immediately latched to them. "I'll tickle you."

Lucifer's eyes widened, but before he could stop you, you were squeezing that terribly ticklish spot right above his hips, those little muscles that made him laugh hysterically if you got him right. 

"AHAHAHA! Lehehehet gohoho!" He cackled, throwing his head back as he weakly tried to push your hands away. 

Tickling was probably the only thing that could incapacitate Lucifer from fighting back that was why he only let himself be ticklish about a few people. You, of course, his brothers and perhaps sometimes Diavolo, just to please him. 

You giggled, feeling him kick behind you as he squirmed and tried to stop your hands. 

"I'm not gonna stop until you delete that picture," you said, your thumbs rubbing circles against those spots, making Lucifer shriek with laughter as his cheeks turned pink. 

His hips twisted, but you followed his every move easily, not letting go of him once. 

"Unhahahand mehehehe!" He said, his laughter turning more desperate the more you tickled him there. 

"I will only if you hand your phone to me," you sang, pinching his hip with one hand and making him jump with loud laughter. "Otherwise you'll die of laughter and-"

"FIHIHINE!" He cried, little tears latched to his lashes. "I'll gihihive it to yohohou!" 

You stopped and Lucifer, giggling and trying to catch his breath, arched his back a little so he could pull his D. D. D out from under him. He gave it to you and you saw Asmo's chat open, but where was the picture? 

"I dihidn't tahake anything," he said and you looked down at him. "I was joking." 

You blinked incredulously. "Ah, so you wanted to play, huh? My Lucifer here wants to be playful? Then I'll have to take care of it."

Lucifer giggled as you put his phone aside and your hands went back to his hips, tickling him all over again. His rich, deep laughter filled the room all over again. 

"How's this, hmm? Did you want me to tickle you like this so you were misbehaving?" You teased, grinning widely and feeling your cheeks heating up looking at his flushed face and smiling mouth. 

How could he be so adorably playful like this? You could tell he was having so much fun right now and your heart fluttered. 

"Hehe, someone here is very ticklish- ah, n-nohoho!" 

"Ihihit's yohohou!" He said, grabbing your waist and tickling you back. 

He soon changed your positions and now you were under him as he tickled you mercilessly, jumping from spot to spot to have you shrieking with loud laughter. 

"Cheheheateheher! Lehehehet gohoho!" 

"I will if you apologize for tickling me," he said smirking down at you. 

"I wohohon't- AHAHAHA plehehease not thehehere!" 

"Are you sure?" 

He really was having fun. Opening one of your tightly shut eyes, you could see his beautiful grin and you felt happiness rushing through him. How could you possibly stop him from acting this way when he rarely did, besides, even though you were laughing your head off, you couldn't lie and say you weren't having fun yourself!

A/N: We've got a trashy fic today huhu, wrote this in a hurry because I didn't have anything ready and I'm crying, but I hope you all enjoy it!

#miya&mia's tickletober #Tickletober #tickletober 2023 #obey me #obey me! #lucifer x Reader #ticklish!Lucifer #ticklish!Reader #tickle fic #mia's things

[strongheartneteyam]

I wish I could

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

CW: mentions of sexual fluids and sex itself, fluff, angst, pregnancy symptoms such as throwing up (maybe you shouldn't read if you find that too gross)

I'm really insecure about this chapter I guess I'm just thinking "Oh no but a human couldn't conceive a baby with a na'vi no way" but you know what this is MY avatar AU so it doesn't have to be completely canon I'm just a crazy perfectionist please forgive my madness guys 🥲 Anyway, it's just kind of a transitional chapter with some fluff and important stuff happening at the same time if makes any sense ?? I'll shut up now hope u like this 🤡

The words in italic are the translation of something said in na'vi previously.

Chapter 5

♡

Chapter 4

After Neteyam made love to you, he kissed your forehead, grabbed your hand and took you to the nearest river and cleaned you up. Your sex and thighs were all covered with his semen and you were all sweaty. Your body was still hot from what happened previously so you got shivers when your feet touched the cold water. But it was a good sensation. The Pandora waters were always so fresh and amazingly blue. It was such a sight to see.

When the both of you were deep into the river, the water covering you until your waist but it only getting to the middle of Neteyam's thighs, he started to use his hand to wash his seed off of you. You started to laugh 'cause the movements his hand was making were ticklish.

"Stop that, skxawng." (moron), he said laughing "Lemme clean you up fast 'cause it's getting close to the eclipse. Our parents will be waiting for us to reunite with the people for dinner."

"Eywa! You're right! I completely forgot about it."

Neteyam clicked his tongue "My beautiful airhead." He slapped your head slightly, not enough to hurt you, just to tease you, making you look at him with a wide smile in your lips. He was the most perfect being you had ever seen. You couldn't believe he was yours. His fangs hanging out of his mouth when he smiled back at you were so cute and sexy at the same time. You knew he could use his sharp teeth to rip someone's throat open but he would only use them to protect you.

After you were ready, Neteyam took a quick bath in the river waters and then you guys headed to the tribe. He was holding your hand and helping you so you didn't trip on any twigs fallen on the floor as you guys needed to walk fast because it was getting dark and dangerous in the Pandora forests. Your parents would be so worried if you two didn't show up soon to meal time.

You felt your cheeks blush when you walked into the sea of na'vi and a few humans reunited around the bonfire, eating their fruits and meat already. You couldn't wash away from your head that only 1 or 2 hours before you were moaning while Neteyam mated with you in the middle of the forest. Eywa, what if you guys had been caught? What if, Eywa forbid, Jake or Neytiri walked into you having sex with their son while they were hunting? You wanted to die just thinking about it.

You and Neteyam were no longer holding hands but you two were walking side by side.

He smiled at you and said "See you later?"

"I don't know. It's getting close to sleep time but maybe we'll talk a bit after dinner?" You said

He only moved his head down slightly in response, still smiling, not showing teeth, and headed to his family. You had just noticed Jake was looking at the both of you, a serene look in his face. You wondered if he was just looking at you two or if he knew something was up.

You knew Jake liked you a lot and he was a father figure to you, since your biological father had died and your na'vi mother, Ao'ite, lost her mate long ago, before you were even born. He died together with many other na'vi in a battle against the Sky People. You wondered how many na'vi had cried over a deceased loved one who was killed by humans. You hated your own species and was ashamed of being one of them. But you reminded yourself of something Jake would always tell you, since you were a child:

"You're one of us, little one. It doesn't matter what your biology is. You live like us, you love and respect our land, you speak our language and pray to Eywa. You're just as much na'vi as I am. Don't forget I once had a human body like yours." He said, sitting down on his heels to look better at your small human child frame and touching your chin slightly, making you smile and say "Thank you, Jake. I'm not sad anymore. If you say I am a na'vi, then I believe you."

He smiled big at you and you went running back to Ao'ite, who took you in her arms, wrapped your legs around her waist, her hands below your thighs and mouthed "Thank you" to Jake. He only motioned his head down a bit, smiling slightly at her.

But even knowing Jake loved you as if you were one of his own children, you still wondered what he would think about Neteyam choosing you as his mate. Would he be against it because you were a human? What about Neytiri? Would she be okay with it? Their eldest son was soon to become the next Olo'eyktan. He was being trained by his father almost everyday. Maybe his parents would think it's better for him to mate with a good na'vi girl. And you knew he would have plenty of options if he wanted to. You weren't blind to the way so many na'vi girls looked at Neteyam. And they were all so pretty and skilled. And the most important part was; they could give Neteyam children. You felt your heart ache.

You realized you were still standing in the same spot Neteyam left you. Swiftly you started walking towards your mom. She had a worried look on her face.

"Are you alright, my child?" Ao'ite asked as you sat down next to her

"I'm okay, mom. I was just lost in my thoughts." You said smiling at her and taking a reddish small fruit into your hand and taking a bite out of it

"I noticed you came to meal time with Neteyam. What were you guys doing that you both arrived here late, together?"

You almost choked on your fruit when you heard her saying that. There was something about mothers, it didn't matter if they were human or na'vi, but they always knew when you were up to something.

"I was just listening to music in the forest, in a safe place, away from dangerous animals, as you taught me, and Neteyam found me there and decided to stay with me for a while. You know he likes to listen to music from Earth with me. I always tell you how happy I get when he turns out to like a song that's one of my favorites." You said, hoping your mother would believe you and wouldn't ask anything further.

She looked away from you with a serious look in her face, taking another piece of meat from the big leaf laid on the floor and said:

"I know you feel something more for the Sully's son than just friendship."

You looked at her surprised and said:

"Y-you do?" With wide eyes and red cheeks

"Ma (y/n). I'm an old na'vi woman. I can tell when a young girl is in love. Don't forget I once was around your age and fell for your father." She smiled

She used to refer to her late mate as your father, even though you never met him but you heard many stories of how great a warrior he was. And you knew he was generous, funny and treated your mom very well when he was alive. So you held him dear in your heart, even if you didn't even know how he looked.

"Neteyam is very special to me." It's all you said, looking down shyly

➳

You woke up the following day with the weirdest feeling in your throat and soon you realized you had to throw up so you jumped off of your mat, ran out of your mother's house and stopped only when you got behind a tree that was close-by. You put your head down and threw up what seemed to be all you had eaten the night before.

You heard the sound of leaves breaking on the floor and you looked behind you only to see Neytiri looking at you, seeming to be really worried.

"(y/n), honey. Are you sick?"

You cleaned your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at Neytiri.

"Hm... I think so. I might have eaten a fruit that was starting to rot at dinner yesterday or something."

"I'm still worried. Do you need help?" She said

"I think I'm alright. Thank you anyway, Neytiri. You're always so nice to me." You smiled, looking at her beautiful face. Neytiri was the most beautiful woman in the clan, in your opinion.

She smiled softly

"If you need anything, shout as loud as you can and I'll come running to your aid. Okay?" She touched your shoulder

"Okay." You answered and she went her way

Later that day, after you had lunch you felt sick again and tried to run away to throw up because you hated making a mess at the house but Ao'ite came just in time to see you struggling.

"My daughter. Are you gonna throw up?" She saw you covering your mouth with your hand while your face was pale

The yellow liquid falling to the floor was the answer to her question

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll clean it up." You said already going to fetch a cloth to wipe the floor with but Ao'ite interrupted you

"Nonsense, child. You're sick. Sit down and I'll bring some water to wash your face." There was still vomit in your mouth and chin "Only after you're clean, I'll take care of the mess on the floor."

"Okay, mom. I think I need to lie down a bit." You said and laid on the floor "I don't know what's wrong with me but I can't seem to keep anything I eat inside my body. I always puke it."

Your mother was coming near you carrying water in a big seashell and a cloth and looked at you with her big yellow eyes for a few seconds, a serious expression in her face.

She knelt to the floor, wet the cloth in the water inside the seashell that was in one of her hands and started to clean your face up. When you were clean, she looked at you, seemingly mad and said:

"(y/n), did you mate with Neteyam?"

You looked at her not being able to believe what she had just asked.

"I..." You almost denied but there was no use "I did, mother."

"I knew you guys weren't just listening to songs together." She said, shaking her head in disappointment "(y/n), I might be mistaken but I have helped a lot of human girls and women with their pregnancies. I don't know if this is possible, but, you are showing symptoms that might indicate you're with child." Your mouth fell open

"I saw Neytiri when I went to the forest earlier today to hunt food for our lunch. She told me she saw you throwing up. You know how much she cares about you. She was worried and asked me to keep an eye on you."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, mom... I thought it was just something bad that I had eaten. I... I didn't think it was possible."

"I'm not sure it is. But there's a real possibility you're carrying Neteyam's child. And that's a big deal, my daughter. He's going to be the next Olo'eyktan." What she said brought back to your mind all those thoughts about not being good enough to be Neteyam's mate

"After I clean the floor, I will go to the lab and call Dr Evelyn. She will be able to tell us if you're really pregnant. You stay here and go lay in your mat. You gotta rest." She said, standing back on her feet and leaving to fetch something to clean the floor

You did as you mother said and went to lie down at your mat. After she had left, you were still awake and uncomfortable for half an hour but then you feel asleep, feeling tired.

➳

Meanwhile, Neteyam had just stopped for a break from his Olo'eyktan training with Jake. They were resting, sitting on the floor and Jake was cleaning his arrow when Neteyam said:

"Dad?"

"Yes?" Jake looked at his eldest son

"I have something important to tell you." Jake was looking at the arrow in his hand but looked back at Neteyam after hearing those words

"I chose a mate."

Jake had a serious expression at his face

"It's (y/n)."

Jake smirked and said "Who could have seen it coming? The girl you're always drooling over is the one you want to be your mate."

"The thing is... She already is, if you know what I mean."

"What?!" Jake was angry "And you didn't think to tell the people first? You have a great responsibility to the clan as the Olo'eyktan to be." He looked at him like he was crazy

"I'm sorry, dad. It all just happened so fast. It was only yesterday." Neteyam tried to defend himself

"Yeah, of course it was. I suspected something was up when you two arrived late and side by side at dinner."

"What do I do now, dad? Can I tell the people tonight?"

"Boy, you think with your penis, not your brain." Jake said, pushing Neteyam by his arm. "And is there another option? You have to make an announcement as soon as possible. It's gonna be tonight. And you're still not finished with your training. You were supposed to court her for a while and only mate with her after you became Olo'eyktan. How am I gonna tell your mother about it?" Jake shook his head

"Sorry?" Neteyam said with an awkward smile

➳

You woke up with a human female voice calling you softly. It was Dr Evelyn Miller.

"Hi, (y/n)." The redhead was looking at you with a soothing expression in her face "How are you feeling? Your mother told me you threw up a bit."

"Hi, Dr Evelyn. I feel better now. Thank you."

"That's great. Ao'ite told me you were chosen by a nice na'vi boy to be his mate. Is that right?" She was smiling

"Yeah...." You smiled shyly

"And she told me you guys were in a rush and you two mated already." You felt your face burn "The thing is, something weird seems to be going on here. You are showing symptoms of pregnancy. I have to get a sample of your blood and run some tests to see if you really are pregnant. Is that okay?"

"Sure..." You said nervous

"It won't take long. I have all the equipment I need here on my backpack."

Dr Evelyn stung you with a needle in a syringe she took out of a metal box that was inside her backpack. You saw the crimson blood being collected inside the syringe and sighed deeply, your breath faltering.

Ao'ite looked at you worried.

Half an hour later, Dr Evelyn looked at you with a surprised face and finally spoke:

"You are carrying a na'vi baby in your womb. That's crazy." She laughed slightly in disbelief

Ao'ite's eyes got filled with tears and she smiled

"I thought you were mad, mom." You looked at her face

"I'm mad you were irresponsible. And I'm worried for your fragile human health. But I'm also happy I'm gonna have a grandchild. And this child will be na'vi. Eywa ngahu!" (May Eywa be with you)

You felt tears starting to wet your cheeks.

"Congratulations, (y/n). You're gonna be under my care from now on as something like this has never happened before and we don't know how your body is gonna react. I'll leave you guys alone now." She smiled, put her backpack on her shoulder and exited your home

"Mom, I need to tell Neteyam!" You said smiling

"Do you want me to go to the Sully's house and call him? He better have told his parents that you guys mated. I don't want anyone confused or mad when I get there. I already have a lot on my plate right now." She laughed a bit

♡

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[xstarsdiary]

𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐒 ༄

.;. 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 .𝟏𝟏

| @pandoraslxna kinktober 2023 |

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pet names, teasing, threesome, p in v, oral ( r receiving ), they just be having their fun with you tbh..

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : ao’nung x neteyam x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : aged up! neteyam & ao’nung, not proofread, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

Your lips curved into a smile as the teal boy beside you pressed featherlight kisses along your breasts all the way up to your jaw, the ticklish and pleasurable feeling causing you to pull at the ropes tied around your wrists and ankles, the other side of the ropes tied against the islands big trees.

The darker blue man beside you makes a “tsk” sound as you pull at the restraints, his hand slowly trailing up your inner thigh as you try your best not to squirm, failing as your hips jolt at the cold feeling of your mates fingers gently sliding between your wet folds.

He lets out a small hum as he smirks, looking up to ao’nung who is continuing his attack on your breast, sucking your nipples as he lightly pinches them between his teeth, pulling a whiny moan out of you as you smile down at him.

Your back arches as neteyam gets on the floor in between your legs, his lips pressing a kiss against your clit before he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

He continues to tease your cunt with soft kisses and tiny licks as your hips buck against his face, causing him to let out a small laugh, “you want this so bad huh, yawne?” He questions as you let out a soft sigh, nodding at him as you bite your lip.

Your ankles ache as your legs tug against the ropes once again, causing you to let out a wince that quickly turns into a loud moan as neteyam roughly sucks on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hands want so desperately to grab onto his hair, to pull on his smooth braids as he slurps up all of your juices, dribbling all over your cunt.

Ao’nungs lips detach from your nipple, his hand still kneeding at your other breast as he turns to face neteyam, who lifts his head up to show off your glistening slick that has covered from his nose down as he smiles, showing off his fangs before going back to devouring your pussy.

Ao’nung smirks down at you before he catches your lips in a messy kiss, your moans falling into his mouth as your brows furrow in pleasure. His tongue swipes against yours as you feel your saliva mixing, your head lifting as you feel him begin to pull away, whining as he breaks the kiss, “so pretty, so needy..” he murmurs.

You soon forget about ao’nungs lips parting from yours as neteyam sucks your clit again, one of his fingers entering you as his fangs graze against your folds, the feeling causing your back to arch as you try not to tug on the ropes which have now left red marks on your wrists and ankles.

You wish for this moment never to end, your heart practically smiling as both of your mates worship your body, giving you more pleasure than any other ever could.

Your eyes close in pure bliss as your pussy gets eaten, your mate acting if this was his final meal as his tongue glides through your folds, his single finger curling against your spongey walls, emitting more of your arousal to drip out of you.

Your brows furrow and your eyes shoot open as the pressure on your ankles is released, your mind only now noticing that your other mate is no longer beside you and is now untying the ropes before standing back up to untie the ones on your wrists.

Your eyes glisten in hope as you finally feel free, your hands moving to tug on neteyam’s dark black locks before ao’nung grabs your wrist, pulling it back as he ties your wrists together instead of to the tree.

Your legs kick as neteyam moves from between your legs, his large hands wrapping around your waist as he helps you flip over, pulling you to your knees as he presses your face to the floor, your hands pulled behind you to rest on your lower back as you let out a wince.

“Be good for us, syulang..” he mutters into your ear as you watch ao’nung walk around you, loosing sight of him as he now kneels behind you, neteyam now at your side as he whispers endearing words into your ear.

Your hips jolt and your eyes close as you feel ao’nungs tip rub your messy cunt, a soft sigh leaving your lips before he pushes into you, your hips pulling away before his hand smacks down onto your ass as a warning, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise.

“Be good.. mawey.” Neteyam whispers into your ear as you pout, letting out a breathy moan as your cunt stretches to wrap perfectly around your mates cock.

Your arms go to move again before you remember the ropes, your mouth opening as never ending moans and whimpers leave your lips, your body jolting forwards every time ao’nung thrusts into you, your ears being blessed as neteyam continues to praise you, telling you how beautiful you look in this moment as you realise how long this night is going to be..

#༄ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 #lunaskinktober2023 #avatar the way of water #avatar smut #avatar #kinktober #neteyam sully #avatar kinktober #avatar twow #neteyam smut #aonung #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #ao’nung smut #aonung x reader smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x aonung

[gutouhua]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

vampire!kaeya x human!f.reader

wc. 1395

tags. kaeya drinking reader's blood, penetrative sex, hickeys, slight dumbification, size difference, cervix-fucking sorta, not edited

a/n. last reader insert piece i'll post for the year! i love the reader fic community very dearly--y'all were the ones that made me want to write!--so even if i'm writing other stuff besides reader fics, know i will always be back! gonna be working on zine stuff & the next part of shrine master's bride in the new year! i hope you lovelies have a gentle christmas and peaceful rest of the year <3

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+!

There were times when Kaeya felt that he was made specifically for you. For your needs, your comfort, your pleasure. A knight at his queen’s service. 

At the farmer’s market, he’d carry everything for you even though he knew you were more than capable of doing it yourself. He’d never admit it, but it was just an excuse to be by your side. 

And as you flitted from stall to stall, he’d trail after you with heavy arms, juggling bags and parcels of food and trinkets, and admire your pretty sundress. He told himself that he followed behind to protect you, but it was mostly so that he could enjoy—ogle—the way the cotton voile clung to your ass. 

You’d always buy fresh fruit, vegetables, and meats wrapped in kraft paper. (Bloodied steaks, he’d noticed, were a particular favorite of yours.) 

But the shop you always lingered the longest at was the dessert shop. Dainty frosted cakes, golden flaky pastries, and soft cookies presented prettily in delicate containers was your ultimate weakness. The shopkeeper always had your order of sugar rush ready even before you arrived, and Kaeya was always careful to balance your desserts in expert fashion, careful not to jostle them too much. 

(The last time your baklava got crushed into a sticky, flaky mess, you refused to kiss him for an entire day which left Kaeya very distraught and aching.) 

And when you come back from a mission, your familiar scent smothered by the tang of feral vampires, Kaeya would greet you like clockwork with a kiss and a hug at the door despite his intense aversion towards the smell of ferals. 

He’d hoist you up into his arms and carry you to the bathroom before peeling your hunting clothes off and depositing you into a bath scented with your favorite rose oils. The bathwater would get most of the stink out, but Kaeya knew your muscles would ache from the hunting and that some of the stench would linger, he’d work the knots in your body and scrub at the blood that stained your scarred skin. He always started at your neck and ended with your toes and you’d always try to stop him—you were extremely ticklish—but in the end, he always had his way. 

But archons. When you were under him—

“I swear you get wetter—tighter, ah fuck—” you desperately arch up against his hips, chasing heat and friction, “—when my fangs are on your neck. Why’s that baby?” Kaeya mumbles. Sugar and sin against your beating pulse, so loud you can somehow hear it through the rough rasp of his voice and the erotic sounds of your bodies intertwining with each other. 

Kaeya is mocking, but his tone belies his own control; taut, thin strands of sweet candy floss that could snap at any moment. But your unraveling is always his goal, what’s most important to him, so he squeezes his eyes shut to push the bleeding red from his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips to anchor himself. 

“I—I don’t know—” Your answer comes out as a moan, half-delirious from the steady pressure building between the juncture of your thighs, and you buck against him again before digging your heels into his lower back to keep him inside you. 

But Kaeya simply ignores you with a lazy smile, instead mimicking the drag of his hard length inside you with blunted fangs against the column of his throat. The dull pain slides across your sensitized skin, a numbing, delicious promise. 

“P-Please I, I need, ah,” you whimper brokenly, trying to fight your mind for words when Kaeya presses a perfectly timed callused palm to your stomach. And suddenly it feels like he’s filling you everywhere, consuming all the empty spaces in your body. 

“You need what, darling? You’re a smart girl so use your words,” he chides, dragging each thrust out—slow and honey amidst the haze of your pleasure. “You know I’ll give you whatever you ask for. Command me as you see fit.” 

“It’s easy for you to say when you—” 

A sharp thrust, full. His tip kisses your cervix and the stretch almost hurts, making you scramble for a fistful of his hair to steady yourself. Keeping his pace steady, he returns to nibble your neck, fangs teasing and nipping the hollow of your neck. Even when you whine against him, raking your nails down his back, Kaeya doesn’t stop until he feels he’s lavished enough attention on your neck. He licks the blooming purple rose on your neck and draws back to admire his handiwork. 

Kaeya hums. “Is that what you need, baby?”

The vibrations travel straight to your core, and you shake your head and whine. Kaeya grins. He knows that’s not what you meant, but seeing you beg and fall apart is so much better than just giving it straight to you.

He liked the chase almost as much as he liked watching you lose your mind. 

“Y-You know that’s not it. That’s not what I want,” you cry while squirming, trying to seek sweet, hard relief.

“Then tell me, baby.” 

Your muscles tighten with each quick thrust, the heavy drag of his cock like a key twisting your insides tighter and tighter. “I want you to-to—ah, fuck, baby not—”

“Words, baby,” he whispers hotly. Fire and brimstone. 

"I-I can’t,” you sob shakily, tears welling in your eyes. 

Kaeya flips you over and pulls your hair lightly, creating a delicious burn on your scalp. You dig your hands into the sheets, crinkling the silk as you blink wet eyes in an attempt to focus your thoughts. 

“Poor baby,” he coos, not at all sorry if the way he thrusted into your cunt was any indication of his intentions. “Too dumb to speak, are you? Can’t use your big girl words?” 

“Want you, mmf, want your, ah, fangs, please—” 

“Ah, my love.” Kaeya slips two fingers into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. Warm saliva drips down his cold fingers. “I’ve got you now,” he murmured, voice low against the shell of your ear. “You want me to drink your blood, baby?”

You turn, nodding as much as you could given the position.

“Then I need you to cum.” Kaeya pulled out, and you whimpered at the loss, a cry of frustration bubbling in your throat. 

“But I want it now. I don’t care if it hurts,” you whine, eyes glassy with need. 

“I need you to cum so it hurts less though, baby. You know that’s how we always do it.” Kaeya adjusts himself and lines the tip up with your pussy, moving his cock up and down to spread your slick and tease your clit. “So will you be a good girl for me and cum so I can reward you?” 

You nod. You’re so close to the edge that you know you’ll cum the moment he sinks into you again. 

He kisses you. Full-bodied, tongue circling yours, and pulls back when he smells the frustration—arousal—increase. He steadies himself against your cunt before pushing inside without warning in one fluid motion, and remembers that he still has to stay sane enough to give you what you want. (But it’s hard to think when his balls are pressed tight against your ass, and your insides feel tighter than they did before.) Kaeya drags his heavy length out, leaving just the tip inside your wet heat, before achingly pushing back in. 

Close, close—

“Almost there?” he murmurs, voice soft against his hardness. He grinds down on you and sinks deep while pinching your clit hard, watching as you fall apart under him, mouth open, throat straining, vein thickening—long, smooth and—

Sharp fangs sink into your beating pulse. Blinding pleasure streaks through you before syrupy pleasure spills into your veins. Kaeya sees red and struggles to keep himself steady against your soft body and wet heat. 

You seemed to have a habit of doing that to him. Making him crazy, wild, ache for you. With each heavy draw of blood, he relishes the sweet taste, hoping that each additional drop would quench his thirst, but it never does. His mind grows fuzzy, fangs throbbing with each drag.

He might never have enough of you. Never be satisfied. 

Kaeya groans.

You’d be his downfall.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #kaeya smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #kaeya fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin impact fanfic

[littleoanh]

Being in a relationship with August Ruthven

Characters: August Ruthven x Human!Reader

Warnings: Split between SFW and NSFW, established relationship, mentions of eliminating (not towards reader) and being called 'blood bag' and 'food supply'.

A/N: @mekiza and I collaborated our ideas what it's like being with beautiful Lord Ruthven ♡. Thank you so much for indulging this with me, my love! Divider is made by @benkeibear.

SFW

August Ruthven is quite the perfect gentleman, he will treat you like royalty because you deserve nothing but the best. He enjoys spoiling you with food, clothes, bags, etc. Anything you want, you got it. Though he will tone it down if it gets too overwhelming for you.

You are the only person in the world that does not need to call him ‘Lord Ruthven’. You have special privileges to call him ‘August’. If anyone else calls him ‘August’, he will correct them with a dangerous glint in his eye that it’s ‘Lord Ruthven’ to them. 

He enjoys intimacy (not in a sensual way), he likes being so close to you. Holding your hand, placing his hand on your waist, sitting on his lap, or cuddling. He is the big spoon, but he secretly loves it when you cuddle him from behind. 

Leaves an imprint (a mark) on your neck to show you are his. If anyone dares sink their fangs on you, he will personally consider this as treason and have them be eliminated. 

He is a big and well built man, standing next to you makes him feel powerful and able to protect you from any harm. Also, he finds your height adorable because of how small you are compared to him (sorry if you happen to be taller than him).

 August loves listening to your heart beat at night, it brings him comfort and feel at peace. He can’t explain it, but he needs to have his hand on your heart. He may be a powerful and influential vampire, but you are his safe haven. 

This man DOES NOT get jealous easily, so good luck on trying to make him jealous. He is confident, put together, and financially stable. In fact, he finds it amusing to see other people trying to win your attention. There is no one better than him, therefore he knows what he is worth. 

He is usually a calm man BUT he will get triggered when someone dares call you his ‘blood bag’ or ‘food supply’. His eye color will change and the ground is shaking from his anger (don’t worry you are safe by him).

NSFW

Stating the obvious but it needs to be said … he has a big dick and a wide girth. The first time you see this, your jaw drops or maybe you’re drooling (take your pick). He finds it adorable when you are struggling to take him all in. But he will make sure to prep you, after all you are his precious human. He will not cause you any discomfort.

Has the biggest degradation kink. Grabbing your hair, talking down on you in bed and calling you by degrading names. What comes with his degradation kink is also praise. Calling you a good girl/boy when you follow his orders.

As I said before, August is a big man therefore he has a size kink. No matter what size you are, he can easily carry you without any struggle. He enjoys fucking while standing because of the faces you make when you are taking him so deep. 

August is a dom, you cannot make this man be submissive. If you try to, he can easily turn the table around. So there’s no point in trying. He enjoys being in control, taking the lead and showing his dominance.  

He loves leaving marks on your thighs, regardless if you’re ticklish he is strong enough to keep you in place. The more you squirm, the more aggressive his bites are. He will train you to get used to his kisses and bites on your thighs, this is his favorite body part.

His fingers are long and thick, he enjoys stuffing them in your holes. He finds it fascinating to see all the faces you make just by his fingers. It’s not even his cock and you are going crazy over them. After he’s done fingering you, he will lick his fingers to watch your expression changing into embarrassment. Again, he finds this adorable. 

Cockwarming. Sometimes duty calls where he can’t take time off and needs to handle proposals and paperwork. Having you on his lap, hearing your moans, whimpering or whining and watching you squirming on his big cock will make his work more tolerable.

Not interested in quickies, he prefers taking his time and having an emotional bond with you. He can take his time, pull several earth shattering orgasms out of you, and fill his load up over and over again.  

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#albie’s writing ✍🏼 #case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #august ruthven #lord ruthven #case study of vanitas headcanon #vanitas no carte headcanon #vnc august #vnc ruthven #ruthven headcanon #august ruthven smut #ruthven smut #ruthven x reader #ruthven x y/n #ruthven x you

[bonanzabox]

Hunted Heart

(Fae! Wanda x reader)

Tag warnings: CNC elements, dubious content

Word count: 2102

Running. Panting. Every other moment, one look back. This was what you knew in these moments, moments before you certainly would meet your demise to the beast chasing you. Father had always told you never to cross the boarders of the Fae woods but you just wanted *one* little peek. But you had been too foolish and wandered too far, and something had seen you. And was now running closer and closer to hunt you down.

You hike your skirts up further, determined to make yourself run fast enough to take flight; but half a second later you crash, running into the very thing you were being chased by. A woman, taller than you by several inches, a catlike grin upon her face, pointed ears and huge, batlike wings spreading from her back. You back up instinctively but before you can run again, she’s tackled you to the ground, pinned to the forest floor like a pig for slaughter. “Caught you, little lamb.”

“L-let me go!” You can do nothing but struggle against the might of the woman. You’ve heard of the might of the Fae that wander these woods, powerful as gods, beautiful and terrifying as the sun.

“And let my next meal go? I don’t think so, little one.” With one flip you’re facing upward, back on the forest floor and arms pinned above your head. You feel suddenly very exposed, vulnerable even as the red headed woman looks you over like a cat with a bowl of milk. The Fae woman strokes your cheek, one long nail scraping over your lip as she stares at you. A whimper of fear escapes your lips, but the woman doesn’t look at you with malice as much as it is…a hunger you can’t place. “Poor little thing, all lost in the Fae woods. Such sweet innocence to think she might be spared…not by Wanda, no, I think not.”

“Please…” you weren’t even sure what you wanted to beg for first, to be spared or to be freed. But Wanda simply smirked. It then quite suddenly occurred to you that your skirts were *far* higher than you realized, and that Wanda’s other hand was lazily playing with the hem of your underskirt. “What-“

“Shh.” A phantom finger was placed on your lips; Wanda’s hand had not moved from under your stomach. “We’re going to play a little game, you and I. You win, and you walk away unscathed. I win, and you belong to me.”

There isn’t a way in the seven Hells you can say no to the creature in front of you. “What…kind of game.” Less of a question and more of a statement, though by no means any assertive one. You couldn’t deny the beauty of the Fae in front of you, and the growing fear in the pit of your belly you suspected to be less fear and more arousal by the second. But you couldn’t be, not when your safety was on the line.

“It’s very simple. All you have to do is say one tiny little phrase. I submit.”

Before you can even say yes or no, your underclothes have been torn off and your legs wrenched apart. Swirls of black magic, ticklish as a cat’s fur creep up your legs. Any thoughts of compliance vanished. You struggle against Wanda, fruitless as it is to do so. “What are you doing?! Let me go!”

“And here I thought you were going to be a cooperative little whore.” Wanda’s one powerful hand was still keeping your hands above your head, but her other was now tearing through your bodice, skin unharmed but your breasts were now exposed to the chilled autumnal air. Even you can feel the pebbling of your nipples as that curved fingernail scrapes over them. “Don’t you know what happens to girls who cross into my territory. They get treated as the thoughtless sluts they are.”

“Please don’t…” Tears prick your eyes but it seems to matter little to the woman who lowers her fanged mouth to your neck and sucks a deep red mark there, as if claiming you for her own. The shadowed tendrils have reached halfway up your thighs now. Yet as terrified as you are, you can *feel* the wetness growing between your legs. In the deepest part of your soul, you want those shadows to climb higher, to claim you as their own.

Before you can process the depravity that just ran through your mind, more tendrils drift up and hold your hands in place. Wanda’s mouth has gone from biting marks on your neck to your collarbone, to the top of your chest and very quickly onto your breasts, licking gently but still sucking those deep red marks wherever she can. A moan escapes your mouth and your hips involuntarily buck forwards. But the shadows hold you firmly in place as those accursed fangs scrape your nipple, only making your moans louder and whinier.

“Such a needy little thing I’ve captured here.” Wanda purrs the sentence between markings, still never going *right* where you need her. “This could all be over if you just say those two little words, dear.”

“Never.” You hiss. Your composure is hair-thin at this point, but you cannot, *will* not break to this creature. But one lick on your hardened nipple and that hair threatens to snap. Wanda’s tongue may as well have been a bolt of lightning with the way it wracks your body with pleasure. Her mouth latches on and sucks as if it were her last dying breath, and you could swear your moans echo the air of the woods around you. Her unoccupied hand now rolls your other nipple between her fingers, pinching every so often. You swear the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter the harder she plays with you. “Ff-fuck…”

“That’s a dirty word, little lamb.” Wanda’s mental voice is almost more honeyed than her real one; that didn’t make it any harder to ignore the truth of her statement. You couldn’t be enjoying this, yet the drip down your thighs absolutely suggests otherwise. Your struggles against her have turned more into thrusts up against her thigh, a thigh that has conveniently shifted between your legs for you to rut on as if you were a bitch in heat. It only intensifies the arousal you feel; the urge to fight and run is ever present, though it is swiftly being drowned out by the growing need for release. But the last bit of stubbornness is still stuck like something between your teeth. You want to scream, cry, do anything but feel as turned on and usable as you currently do.

As if sensing your mental retaliation that still lingers, the shadows force your legs apart. Cool air hits your cunt like a smack to your face and you groan at the sensation. Wanda’s mouth leaves your chest and she settles on the soft forest floor, sitting almost like a maiden picking flowers. She peppers tiny kisses all over your thighs in an almost loving manner. Yet, she still holds your hips down (as if you were able to run away at any point now). The beating in your heart has turned into a drumming so loud it could echo across the forest. Your arms were now free, yet the only place you want them is tangled in her soft red hair. Any previous lovers you had taken were never inclined to pleasure you this way and it had never bothered you much; but now the only thing on your mind is Wanda’s mouth in that very special place you only touched between the sheets. The “please” that you were thinking almost left your mouth, but you bit it back just in time. You wouldn’t break now, not after all the effort you put into standing strong all this time.

“Oh, but you have very loud thoughts sweetheart, I could swear I almost heard you start begging me…” Wanda murmurs from between your legs. One finger is lazily drawing circles up your thigh while her kisses draw closer and closer to the need gathering in your cunt. “Two little words and you’ll get what it is you’re craving most.” Her words ghost over your core and make you shudder; if her muscles arms weren’t holding your hips in place you’d kick your legs in frustration. But your composure cracks just enough for the whiniest “please…” to ever cross your lips.

Wanda smiles, an almost catlike grin, and murmurs, “What a good whore…” as one long lithe finger slides into your core. Your hips buck and a pitiful wail crawls from your lips. The Fae’s finger crooks in a motion that makes your cunt drool and your cries become whimpers as you fight the finish that’s slowly creeping closer. A second finger joins the first and before you can put it together, Wanda’s fingers are pumping in and out, playing with a spot so deep and secret it threatens to break you apart. Your release is so close…and then all movement stops and Wanda is retracting her fingers and licking them clean. “Oh poor lamb, you didn’t give me what I wanted so you can’t have what you so desperately need. I told you, those were the rules.” The pout and whine you make in retaliation must have been quite impressive as Wanda laughs, a clear and sweet sound amid the quiet of the forest. “Oh dear, what a pickle you’re in. I could smell how close you got to tipping over the edge, how much you *needed* it. But you’re still too in your head…just let go. Two little words, remember? Just two little words.”

The trigger snaps. The tension between your legs, the fog in your head, it all becomes too much. Tears you didn’t even realise were gathering in your eyes trickle down your cheeks as you finally let loose the breath you were holding. “I-I submit. Please finish me, please…” Wanda doesn’t hesitate a second longer; her fingers are instantly deep inside you again, while kisses are planted up your thighs.

“Good pet, doing as she’s told…” Wanda’s voice echos in your mind, as her mouth moves closer and closer up your leg until her mouth hovers just over your cunt. You can feel her ragged breathing ghost over you like a breeze on a hot day; you thrust your hips up to get the touch you so desperately crave. Wanda gives another feral grin and slowly wraps her mouth around her prize. The first lick nearly finishes you, her tongue so gentle yet demanding on your clit. Wanda works in earnest now, alternating sucking and licking and thrusting her fingers deep inside you.

It’s too much, and your release is approaching even faster than before. “Ah-ah, Wanda…”

“Yes, lamb…something you’re after?” The mental voice wraps over your brain like liquid gold, even as her mouth is busy flicking and sucking the bud between your legs.

“I need it, please!”

“Need what, dear?” You can feel yourself tipping ever so close to the edge, almost there, but something is keeping you from getting what you so desperately need. The pants and moans, the grabs into that scarlet hair, even the thrusts against her mouth, none of it conveys what you crave. You know Wanda is holding you on the edge like a dog on a leash, and there’s only one thing you can say to break the chain.

“I submit, I’m yours, please Wanda…let me finish, please…”

It’s like a dam breaking; the release is a tidal wave, pleasure washing over you as you tip over that edge. Wanda rides the wave with you, savouring every drop of your release on her tongue while fingers and tongue milk every scrap of pleasure she can get at. Your screams could have woken titans or rattled the very trees of the forest.

It feels like hours when you finally come down from your pleasure high. But when you do collect yourself and your bearings, you find yourself…alone. Disheveled and fucked senseless, but alone. As you pick yourself up and try to make your skirts and bodice tidy, something catches your eye. On your wrist, plain as day and as black as night, is a mark, shaped almost like a crown. Little swirls of shadow creep from it, up and around your wrist to your fingers. Suddenly that honeyed voice is in your head again, whispering, “Remember pet, you submitted…you’re mine now. And you’ve got a debt to repay.”

#c: wanda #tw dark fic #tw dubcon #Fae!wanda x reader #Wanda maximoff smut #dark wanda x reader

[navibluebees]

Bliss (Jake Sully x Gender Neutral Human Reader)

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I know why you're here & I hope you have a great time lol A little bit of fun with Avatar Jake and some fluff at the end because I need it. I tried my best to write for a gender neutral reader, but let me know if you have any suggestions. Thanks for reading! :) Featuring: whiny Jake, soft Jake, dominant Jake. Minors, this is not for youuuu. Please DNI.

You finished handcuffing Jake to the  four corners of the bed, reeling back as he snarled. “Oh, wow I’m terrified,” you said with a scoff. He rested back against the pillows and shrugged as well as he could.

“You should be,” he said with a flash of fang. 

He pulled against his restraints and grumbled, poking his lip out. You rolled your eyes and lifted an eyebrow at him. “Are you done yet, Jake?”

“Never,” he growled.

With a smirk, you moved to straddle him. You grasped his neck in your hands, rubbing under his jaw with your thumbs. He purred and nuzzled your palm with his nose. Immediately, you pulled your hands away. He tried to jerk loose and let out a frustrated huff when he couldn’t.

“I said you don’t get to touch me. I don’t like when people don’t listen to me, Jake Sully.”

He flattened his ears and leaned back into the pillows. You moved forward again, rubbing his chest with your fingers and massaging his shoulders and into the back of his neck. His queue had been pulled over his shoulder before cuffing him down and you used his relaxed state to grab it near the nape of his neck. His eyes flew open and he bared his teeth. 

“Jake. Behave.”

He flopped back dramatically, eyes looking anywhere but you. You leaned down to nip at his ears, down his neck and to his chest. You danced your fingers along his skin and circled his nipples, feeling his body tremble under yours. He let out a whine and looked at you, pleadingly. His hips jerked under your body and you rose up, not allowing him to get friction. He grumbled again and tried to lay still. You settled your body back down on his and he sighed, a smile flitting over his face.

“You look very happy for someone who isn’t getting what he wants,” you murmured along his skin. 

“But I will,” he answered with an unbothered smile on his face. 

You moved lower and reached for his loincloth. He inhaled sharply and you grinned at him. You moved your hands back up, lightly moving across his torso. Your finger traced across his lower stomach right above the cloth. His hips bucked as he fought a giggle, and he tried to shoot you an angry look knowing how ticklish he is right there.

With a grin, you kissed his chest, circling your tongue around his nipple, reveling in his soft moans.

You kissed down his chest, and licked lightly on his lower stomach. You glanced up, seeing his fingers twitching, aching to grab your hips and have his way. He strained again, huffing. 

“Jake, this is only the beginning. Relax.”

He could barely speak, you could tell he was fighting the urge to curse you and plead for what he really wanted. That was exactly what you wanted him to do. He always looked best when he begged. His hair sticking to his forehead, sweat beading on his chest, completely weak for you. 

He whined again, so you offered some relief, palming him through his loin cloth. He bucked, moaning your name softly and rocking against your hand. You slowly let off and his head thumped back on the pillow, groaning. 

Laughing in delight, you untied his loincloth on either side, reaching underneath him to loosen his tail wrap and slide it off. Your hand wrapped around the base of his tail, stroking it as you tugged the leather off. Next came the loincloth, his hard cock springing up to his stomach, leaking slowly. Your eyes widened. You would never get used to how big he was in this form and he knew it by the smug look on his face.

You got off of him for a moment, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. You squeezed a bit on your fingers and rubbed it between them, warming it up. He groaned at the sight, his cock twitching and eyelids fluttering. You sat between his long legs and reached forward to grip him, sliding one hand up and down slowly. He was gritting his teeth, his fists tightening and toes curled. His chest heaved, nostrils flaring. His brow furrowed together. As much as you loved to tease, you did feel a bit badly for him, so you pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead and his eyes opened, softening, ears twitching toward you in attentiveness.

You returned to squeezing him gently, moving your hand up and down, brushing your thumb over the tip. He inhaled sharply, a wheeze coming from his lungs. You leaned over him while you continued, propping yourself up with one hand and moving to kiss behind his ears. He turned his head sharply and nipped at your neck, but you pulled back quickly. You felt his cock throb in your hand, getting closer and closer to finishing. You moved back down and hovered over him, rubbing his tip on your opening. At this contact, he whimpered. 

“Please. Please. You have to- I need you- please I need you.”

Fighting a small smile, you slid down on his lubed-up cock and the tip went inside just barely. You grunted, whining, trying to fight the initial stretch that came from his new size. His hips barely lifted and you locked eyes with him. He was suddenly gentle, loving. “Relax. It’s alright. You can do it. Take it. I’m yours.”

With a quick slide, the rest of his length slid inside and you groaned together. You rested for a moment, quivering, clenching around him. You started circling your hips on top of him, then rising and falling so slowly. His eyes roll back and he growls in frustration. 

“Let me go. Unlock these cuffs right now.” You opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off. “Right. Now. You know I’ll take care of you so well, just let me do it. Please, please, PLEASE.” 

With a sigh and a half-hearted grumble, you gently moved off of him, taking care of his feet first and then his hands. Once he was free, he scooped you up against his chest, tenderly brushing your cheek with his thumb. A single kiss on the forehead followed by, “You were doing so well, but I want to take care of you.”

He gently sets you down on the bed, following you as you move up to the pillows. His body comes down to rest on yours, caging you in with his arms. He inhales deeply, smelling your scent and nuzzling your neck, licking you quickly. You yelped and he chuckled lowly, sucking on your earlobe. He adjusted a bit to the height difference and took his cock in hand, teasingly rubbing it on your opening. He looked to you for confirmation and with a nod, he gently pushed inside. He slid in easier this time. Once he was fully in, his head came down, pressing his forehead to yours. “There you go.  You took me so well.”

With a grin, he rolls his hips into yours, sending a tremor through you both. He leans in, trying to get even deeper, throwing his head back and breathing hard, his fangs showing in the dim light. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, gripping your hips, pressing his thumbs into your skin. He looks down, entranced by the sheen of sweat covering your body and how blissed out you look. Your head is turned to the side with a sweet smile, closed eyes, just feeling him everywhere.

“Look at me. Please.”

Your eyes open and you see his ears back, eyes worried. You reach up to caress his cheek and he leans into your hand, purring like before. He rocks deeply into you, causing you to whine his name. “There it is, baby. You’ve got this. You’re doing so well. Taking me so deeply. Fuck. I love you so much.”

His eyes close and he grips a thigh with one hand braces himself with the other hand beside your face. He leans down, his eyes warm and kisses you softly. He presses down harder, pushing your knees into your chest, begging you to take him even deeper. He reaches in between you to stroke you with the rhythm of his hips. You tremble all over, unable to stop. He nudges your nose with his. 

“Look at me, darlin’. Take me. Take me. Nnngh there..right there.”

“Jake, don’t stop,” you plead.

“I won’t, love. I’ve got you.”

With his sweet words and constant tempo, you submitted and came together, him growling, digging his hands into your sweat-slicked skin. He rocks you slowly for another minute before gently pulling out, you immediately whimpering from the loss of him. He smiles and smooths your hair back, kissing your cheeks and your nose and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He got up and came back a second later to clean you up gently and then he curled up around you, his arm underneath your head and the other wrapped tightly around you. 

“Y/N I love you so damn much.”

In your blissful state, you couldn’t speak for a minute. By the time you opened your mouth, you heard soft snores coming from behind you. Laughing quietly, you curled up closer to him, drifting asleep. 

#jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you

[dolin29]

Momo x FEM! reader Beach day

A/N here's somethings you need to understand before you read

H/C =hair color

H/L=Hair Langth

E/C=Eye Color

S/C=skin color

The sun Blairs down on the blue ocean.

"eek! Baby we're finally here!" Momo said as she looks upon the horizon. Momo was wearing a pink sundress with red polka dots

"hehe I knew you'd like it." You said placing your hand on her shoulder.

"let's set up here" momo suggested.

You placed your towels down on the sand.

Momo takes off her sundress.

"so..um, wh-what do you think?"

Momo wore a red bikini with yellow beads on the bottom.

Your nose starts to bleed.

"OH UMM ahem you look great, Momo. As usual." You said averting your gaze.

"DAMN YOU, MINA!!" you thought to yourself.

In a cut scene a chibi version of mina explains the different types of bikinis to you. Chibi you sighs and the cut scene ends.

"c'mon, Y/N! Let's go swimming." Momo said pulling your arm.

"ok,ok. Just let me get this stinking dress off" you said struggling to get the dress off.

Momo unties your dress to reveal a dark blue bikini with yellow stripes going diagonal over the cups of the top.

"umm,ta-da?" You said waving your hands.

A short while later You and momo walk into the ocean for a little swim.

Momo dunks her head under to soak her hair. She pops back to rake her now damp black hair.

Sense the sun's been burning your S/C skin,you could do that too.

You took a deep breath and dunked underwater. You begin to brush your H/L H/C hair with your fingers.

You burst out of the water with your H/L in your face.

Momo laughed and raked your hair from your eyes.

"let's get back to shore and reapply sunscreen." She suggested.

You two swim to shore and momo lies down on the towel.

You pull out a tube of sunscreen and squirt some in your hands and you rub your hand all over her back.

"brr! Oh my goodness, that's cold!" Momo said shivering.

"oops. Sorry,momo." You said kissing the back of her head.

"oh no, baby girl. It's okay." Momo said.

You rub the sunscreen in Momo's sides making her giggle.

"oh,ho,ho. Ticklish, are we?" You asked still rubbing it.

"N-No!" Momo said blushing.

You flip her over on her back and blow a super long and super wet raspberry.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHOP!!!" momo said thrashing around.

"hehe,sorry, my dear. Couldn't help myself." You said

"i-it's ok, baby. My belly is so squishy, so I can't blame you wanting to blow raspberries on me." Momo said.

You rub sunscreen on Momo's front. Often tickling her.

"hahahahahaha stahahahahap!" Momo said bucking.

"hahaha. Okay,okay. I'll show mercy." You said resting your hand on her cheek.

You gently kiss her lips.

"Want me to do you, sweetie?" She asked taking the sunscreen.

"sure thing." You said laying down.

She rubs the sunscreen on your back often tickling you.

"hehehe. Tickle tickle tickle ~" she said before flipping you over.

"ooh, I see your tummy!"

Momo blows a raspberry on your tummy shaking her head.

"mohohohomohohoho!" You said bucking.

You and momo relax on your towels. you read a book called "white fang" while momo soaks some UV rays.

After you finish chapter 2 you went to wake up momo, only to find her red as a lobster.

Momo noticed this and curls into a ball.

"ow,ow,ow!" She said

"it's ok,momo. We'll go home" you said packing up.

Part 2 on the wayyyy!!!

#momo yaoyorozu x fem reader #ticklish momo #ticklish reader #lesbian #beach fun

[ghoulsister1]

Heliotrope

Vampire!Rush X Reader fanfiction. Suggestive. Fluff. Vampire AU. Neck Nibbling. Cuddly Yet Sexy Rush.

Reader POV:

I've been in a relationship with El Toro Blanco Rush for 2 years now since first meeting him in Mexico while on holiday. We hit it off so well I'd visit him any chance I got until we couldn't take the long distances and he asked me to move in with him in Mexico.

Big decision I know, but we loved each other dearly so I moved to Mexico and our relationship grew stronger.

Though there was one unique thing about Rush he rarely told anyone except his family and close friends: Rush was a vampire. He can walk out in sunlight and eat regular food but he still needed to drink blood to nourish him and give him strength which he uses in the ring.

Often he goes out twice a month and drink from some scumbags who had it coming. Despite knowing what he was I still loved him and he never hurt me. He'd pop out his fangs to impress me or add extra to his already sexy appeal.

Currently I was in our shared bed, watching some trashy episode of "Hoarders" with Rush, dressed still in my pjs and him in his Los Ingobernables shirt and black sleep shorts. We ordered takeaway and was just having a lazy night.

Rush wrapped his arms around me and began to nuzzle my neck with his nose before gently giving my neck soft butterfly kisses, the sensation leaving me with a shiver as goosebumps spread across my arms.

"Mmmmm Rush" I Giggled as his nose brushed against a ticklish spot on my neck, a chuckle escaping Rush as he grinned against my neck.

"Yes, mi dulce niña?" Asked Rush innocently, nuzzling my neck.

"Don't sound so innocent mister, you know what you're doing" I Said. Rush let out a soft low chuckle at that.

"Doing what, ¿mi amor?" Asked Rush, his voice soft and low in my ear, his breath warm like a summer breeze, sending more sensual sensations coursing through me.

"You are such a tease Rush" I Said softly, leaning my head back to lay on his shoulder, giving him more access to my neck.

"Mmmm, but you know you love it when I tease you mi amor. No matter how much you try to deny it, especially when I tease you with my long, wet tongue" Whispered Rush hotly in my ear.

"Rush!" I Said feeling my cheeks burn at the words Rush spoke. Yes we aren't virgins but whenever Rush spoke dirty to me whether in English or his native tongue, I still blushed.

"What? You enjoy it bebita, especially when I lick that delicious coño of yours and you're begging me for more" Added Rush, as he held me more closer to him with my back against his hard muscular chest. He leaned in close to my neck, this time full on kissing it.

His lips, soft and warm as he planted a loving kiss to my neck. I felt his tongue than press into the spot before tracing a line from there up to the point below my ear. I let out a soft moan at that, eyes closing at the warm feeling inside me.

"¿Te gusta esa niña?" Asked Rush, his voice taking on a smokey tone that sounded so incredibly hot.

"Yes" I Whispered softly as I felt the first sparks of pleasure warm up inside me. I heard a soft popping sound and then I felt Rush's vampire fangs gently scrap against my skin. I felt a deep, low growl rumble through Rush as he held me more tightly but not too much that it would cause discomfort.

"I smell your sweet blood coursing through those veins. I want you. Joder, te quiero bebé" Growled Rush, his voice husky as he too felt his pleasure beginning to spark as I felt his growing arousal behind me.

"I want you too Rush. Please Rush, I need you" I Whimpered softly. Rush turned me around and began to slowly unbutton my pj top, one button at a time and smirking as he did.

"And Rush?" I Asked softly.

"Yes, ¿mi amor?" Replied Rush, a soft smile on his face.

"I know you'd never hurt me. But tonight, I want you to bite me. If you want to" I Stated, feeling unsure if Rush would be into it. He swore never to hurt nor feed off me. But I trusted him. I loved him. He'd never go too far.

Rush's eyes darkened with lust but he furrowed his brows.

"Are you sure you want that, ¿mi angel hermoso? I just want you to be sure. It will hurt" Warned Rush.

I nodded. "Yes Rush. I trust you. This is what I want my love. But you don't need to turn me into a vampire just yet" I Giggled. Rush chuckled at that and smiled.

"Okay hermoso, if that is what you want tonight your wish is my command" Said Rush as he leaned in and we both kissed passionately. After the kiss, Rush stared deep into my eyes.

"I'll be gentle as a dove" Said Rush.

#njpw #cmll #los ingobernables de japon #rush #luchalibre #aew x reader #aew #el toro blanco rush #el toro blanco rush fanfiction #el toro blanco rush x reader #vampire au

[mymoodwriting]

What Is Mine

F!Reader x NCT

Genre: Vampire Hunter AU

Warning: Blood, Fangs, Claws, Murder, Starvation

Words: 4.4K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine |  Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Epilogue

Prompt: Vampire hunting was always simple, you go in, you kill the monsters, burn the evidence and move on. Easy. At least that’s what they thought until they find themselves with a fresh new vampire, as innocent and as vulnerable as a child. It presents them with a once in a life time chance to learn and try something new, train a vampire to hunt it’s own kind without remorse. They never would have thought they could have such a pet, let alone grow so attached to it.

“How are you feeling, Ze?”

    You couldn’t really bring yourself to look at Jaehyun, instead messing around with the bracelets you had on. Despite not having worn them for so long, they felt familiar, and a bit comfortable too. The first thing that needed to be done was a check up, you had been gone for so long a lot needed to be updated.

“I’m okay…”

“You sure? You were gone for a long time.”

“I’m sorry…”

“You don’t need to apologize for that. It wasn’t your fault. We should have taken better care of you.”

“Still… I feel… guilty…”

“Ze, you were practically kidnapped. You have nothing to feel guilty for.”

“But…” You started choking up. “Doyoung… and the dreamies… and…”

“Hey, hey…” Jaehyun grabbed your face, wiping away the tears. “We’re all okay, and we’re all back home now, that’s what matters.”

“Sorry…”

“Keep apologizing like this and I’m gonna have to do all kinds of things to put a smile on your face. Shall we see how ticklish you are?”

You giggled. “No, no, I’m okay.”

“Precisely. You’re okay, you’re home, so we’re all okay.” Jaehyun kissed your head. “So no more crying, and no more apologies, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Good girl. Now let’s finish up here and then get you some food.”

    You had a soft smile on your face, wiping away the last of your tears. So much had happened, but you should be grateful that you were home. The nightmare was practically over, so you just had to focus on the good things to come.

“Here you go.”

    After the check up you returned to your room, finding a surprise. Doyoung and the others had eagerly been awaiting your return so you could all eat together. Although the first thing that caught your attention was the smell, it wasn’t animal blood. Renjun held a blood bag out to you, but you were hesitant to take it.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right?”

“I… but that’s… human…”

“I know.”

“I can’t…”

“But you’re hungry.”

“No…”

“Ze.” Doyoung got up. “I know you’re worried, we all know why, but it’s okay.”

    Doyoung took your hands in his, lifting them up to show you your bracelets, as well as the ones he was wearing.

“You’re not gonna hurt anyone, and you’re not gonna hurt yourself. We know things are different, and we’ve planned for that.”

“I had a lot before… and I know we don’t… I…”

“Ze…” Doyoung sighed. “If you don’t want human blood… we can get you back on animal but… it won’t be pretty…”

“You… you could?”

“Ze, we have enough for you.” Mark assured. “You don’t have to-”

“But I don’t trust myself on that stuff… I really… became a monster cause of it…”

“That’s not true. That was on us for not feeding you properly.”

“You did it so I wouldn’t be a liability on the field, and it worked… I was a better person… vampire… back then…”

“And we can’t do that to you again.” Jeno said. “We’ve all tasted that stuff, we’re horrible people for giving it to you.”

“I didn’t mind…”

“You didn’t know better.”

“I’d rather have it than risk hurting you.”

“So now you think you’re stronger than us?” YangYang commented. “Should we test that?”

“I… I…”

“I’m not trying to intimidate you. I just… maybe later on when you feel better. I suppose training will be easier now.”

“Training… you still… we’ll still hunt?”

“Uh… not quite sure about that… but at least we can keep each other active.”

“But that would mean I have to eat properly and… animal blood does make me weaker…”

“Why not both then?” Jaemin added. “A diet of both human and animal. You still need human blood, but the majority can be animal. How does that sound?”

“Can… can that work?”

“Uh… it should.” Doyoung said. “Although that means we’d have to make your primary diet animal blood, which, like I said, won’t be pretty.”

“What… what do you mean by that?”

“We’d have to dry you out.”

“You mean starve her!” Jisung yelled. “We can’t do that to her!”

“Starve me…”

“Relax. Once human blood is out of her system we can get her back on animal blood.”

“How does that work!” Chenle added. “That makes no sense!”

“We can include you both if you want.”

“What?”

“No.” You spoke up. “At the end of the day, I’m the one who wants this, not them. You guys have control over yourselves, I don’t… so I need to do this, I want to.”

“How is this supposed to work though? I don’t like it.”

“It’s actually quite simple.” Doyoung explained. “By… starving Ze, she’ll be hungry enough to accept animal blood, and since her previous diet consisted of it, it shouldn’t be hard for her body to accept it. In your case, or any of ours really, this might not work as well.”

“I’ll be fine.” You assured. “You’ll keep me company, right?”

“Of course we will.” Jisung said. “Promise.”

♥♥♥♥♥

“Where is she!”

    Losing sight of you was something he had gotten used to. No matter his efforts he knew you needed space and time, so he would give that to you. He knew you’d hang around the club and drink, or just stay in your room. If he needed to know where you were he could ask the others or check the cameras if he needed to. Yet as the night began to come to an end he went searching for you. At this point he figured you’d be a little wasted and in need of someone to carry you to bed. Instead he caught a scent of your blood and went on a hunt.

    When he found your scent outside he was livid, more so finding actual drops of blood. He went off to view the security footage, unsure if what he was seeing was real. He couldn’t get a good glimpse at who you followed out, but he was sure that was who took you. It couldn’t be a hunter, they would have caused a bigger scene. No you were targeted specifically, and he didn’t like that one bit. His first move was to go to Kihyun, but he swore he had nothing to do with this incident. That really left him with no other option, and he didn’t want to believe it.

    Those hunters couldn’t have found this place, but then again with those kids going back to them it was a much greater possibility. Yet that goes back to the other issue as to why they didn’t make such a big deal out of this. Surely they would have attacked, brought in reinforcements, not just come for you quietly. Jooheon scoured the security footage until he got his answer, but he didn’t like it one bit. He stared at the vaguely familiar face on screen, the face of a dead man. He would know for sure as he was the cause, but to see them, and confirm they were the person you followed out just made it all the more possible.

“I want her found! Now!”

    Jooheon knew they had many resources at their disposal, they always did, but they never wanted to cause a ruckus. He didn’t even bother to hunt down those who took his family from him. Pathetic really, but he saw no point in doing so, not when he had felt like such a failure. This time was different, it wasn’t just him, this attack put so many at risk. At least that’s what he told himself, but everyone knew the truth. So much had been taken from him, and he was going to fight. There were so many resources he had at his disposal, and he intended to use them all until he found you.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.”

    Jaehyun gave you a soft look before getting the chains on you. If you were truly doing this, you couldn’t be left in your room, so you had to be locked up in a cell. The other boys had tried to dissuade you from this, but you had already made up your mind.

“They’re not too tight are they?”

“No, they’re fine. Thanks.”

“Yeah… I should also apologize.”

“For what?”

“Everything. Your wings… your fangs… for everything we did to you.”

“You’re making it sound like I didn’t have a choice. As if you did it just to mess with me.”

“What?”

“I know my memories are blurry, but Mark told me about what happened. I was scared about hurting you guys, so I let you cut off my wings. As for my fangs, that was for my sake too.”

“I’m glad you’re not mad.”

“I couldn’t be mad at you guys, never. I just hope you’re not mad at me.”

“We’d never be upset with you either.” Jaehyun gave you a smile. “I also brought you this.”

    Jaehyun revealed an all too familiar canteen in his hands and your eyes lit up. You quickly tried to grab for it but he was just out of reach that your chains went taut and you collapsed to the floor. You both laughed for a moment.

“Still our girl.”

    Unlike other times he just handed over the food and you gladly bit in. Although you didn’t just suck it dry, taking a sip and then pulling away with a surprised smile on your face.

“Not good?”

“It tastes the same.” You admitted. “And yet different all at once.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I prefer this. It’ll take some getting used to again… but I want this.”

“If you insist. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stick around for a while.”

“Not at all. I want to hear all about your secret little research that made you guys so strong, and saved Doyoung…”

“Ah… I probably should have told you about that…”

“It’s alright, I doubt I would have understood anyway. I’m just glad I didn’t lose anyone.”

“You won’t lose any of us, promise.”

♥♥♥♥♥

    The boys took turns keeping you company. At first they’d hang with you in the cell, but as the days went by it was best to be outside, for safety purposes. You’d still keep up your smile, feeling more at home in this cage than you ever did in that house. Your throat was dry and your stomach hurt, but you didn’t mind the pain, it was better than giving into your urges.

“Can I see your wings?”

    Jisung was a frequent visitor, always happy to see you. Whoever was with him, besides Chenle, might change, but those two were a pair. You giggled at their request, but still got into a more comfortable position to spread your wings. They looked on with wide eyes.

“Wow, they’re so much bigger than before.” Chenle commented. “Can you fly?”

“Yeah. Jooheon was…”

“Do you miss him?” Jisung asked. “Since he’s your-”

“He’s not really… it always felt like we were strangers more than anything.”

“Do you think he’s looking for you?” Chenle wondered. “It’s been days now.”

“I don’t doubt it. He was very adamant about trying to… fix our relationship. I’m sure he’ll find this place eventually, it’s just a matter of when, and if we’ll still be here. You should really let the hyungs know to be careful.”

“We’ll relay the message.”

    As much as you wanted to act like you were alright, you couldn’t keep that up for long. You were getting weak, as expected, and you could barely manage the strength to move. Everyone thought you might go feral with hunger, you did too, that’s why you were chained down, but instead you just laid down quietly to rest, not snapping at anyone. You were in and outta consciousness by then, so you weren’t entirely aware of those who visited you.

“Such a good girl.”

“Hm…”

“You okay?”

“I’m… scared…”

“Why?”

“Everything’s… fuzzy… what if… I do something…”

“You won’t.” Xiaojun assured. “You don’t have to go mad with hunger, why don’t I get you some blood? Animal of course.”

“Hm…”

“I’ll bring it up with the hyungs, how’s that? You’ve done well so far.”

“Mayb-”

    You suddenly screamed and jumped up, covering your ears. An alarm had suddenly gone off at home, and in your weakened state it was far louder than you could handle. The moment of adrenaline quickly wore down and you nearly collapsed but Xiaojun caught you, gently laying you down.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, I’ll-”

    Your head was spinning, and your vision was a blur. You swear one moment Xiaojun was there, petting your head, then he was gone. You could barely keep your eyes open, and the sound of the siren was distorted but still there. Once again in the blink of an eye everything changed. You saw a figure moving around, only able to make out their words as mumbles. You felt them grab your arms, pulling you up into their embrace. For a moment you saw a face, refusing to believe your eyes, not like they could be trusted anyway.

♥♥♥♥♥

“Y/n… y/n!”

    Jooheon hadn’t slept for days, desperately waiting for any update on your location. It took a while, but he eventually managed to track down the bastards that took you. He didn’t hesitate to storm over to the hunters base, not even bothering to inform the others of his intentions, they’d catch up eventually. He picked up on your scent as he got closer to their home, it was faint, but it told him everything he needed to know. Perhaps it was foolish to come alone, but he knew he had the advantage with the element of surprise.

    He took a moment to take in the area, figuring out what he needed to do to cause a distraction and get in. It wasn’t that hard considering they had little to no defenses, cocky bastards. Once he had diverted their attention he made his way in. All he had to do was follow your scent, and as he found himself descending some stairs he could already feel the anger boiling up inside him. Then he found you in a cell with a stranger loitering over you. He didn’t hesitate to grab the boy and shove him up against a wall. Although in his own rage he had no control over his strength.

    The boy was unresponsive, and he could smell blood, but he didn’t care, one less problem. He dropped the body and rushed over to you. He wanted to know if you were alright, but he got no response. He broke the chains off you and pulled you into his arms. You were so weak, he could tell they hadn’t been feeding you. He knew what he had to do, not wasting any time. He bit into his wrist and pressed his bloody wound against your lips. He was glad to see you drink, even if you had no idea what was happening at the moment.

“Y/n… I’m so sorry…”

“Jooheon…”

    There was a strange taste in your mouth all of a sudden, but you were feeling a bit better than before. Jooheon held you close, gently petting your head. He was glad to have you in his arms, but now came the hard part, actually leaving. You were still out of it, and he did want you to be somewhat coherent. You looked around the room, still unsure if you were hallucinating or not. Then your eyes landed on the body, and the smell of blood hit you.

“Xiao…”

“Don’t worry about him. Let’s just get you out of here.”

    Jooheon tried to get you to stand but you didn’t have the strength so he carried you. He could see you were still in and out of consciousness, but as long as you were alright, that’s all that mattered. You tried to stay awake, but whatever you had wasn’t enough. You felt like you were floating, needing to sink down into the darkness before you could fully resurface. Jooheon held you tightly and you closed your eyes, only time would tell you what was real.

♥♥♥♥♥

    You inhaled sharply, feeling way more conscious than before. Although the first thing you noticed was the strong smell of blood. You looked around for the source, finding yourself on the ground, propped up against a wall, and then you found it. Johnny was laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, a hole in his chest. Your eyes went wide and you wanted to crawl over, but instead completely collapsed. You had no idea what had been going on around you, but you drew attention then, Jooheon suddenly at your side picking you up.

“Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“Don’t touch her!”

    You heard Taeyong’s voice, looking over at him and the others. They were hurt, and when you looked at Jooheon you realized he was too. They had been fighting, and Johnny had gotten seriously hurt, you couldn’t even hear his heartbeat and that made you panic. You tried to get out of Jooheon’s grasp but he held you down.

“Stay put.”

“I-”

“Let her go.” Taeyong said. “I won’t ask again.”

“I have no problem slaughtering you all. You’re already two down.”

“Xiaojun…” You mumbled. “Jooheon-”

“We don’t intend to let you leave alive.” Kun stated. “You can be cocky all you want but you’re outnumbered. She’s not yours, so hand her over.”

“You really expect me to believe you care for her? You were starving her.”

“She chose to do that.”

“Bullshit.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me or not, my words still stand.”

    You were more focused on Johnny, tears stinging your eyes. You wanted comfort, you wanted home, but you didn’t know where you would get that from. You didn’t want to be in the middle of this, just being a prize to be fought over, but you weren’t sure where else you would go. You knew they would start fighting again, but you used your strength, whatever you had, to keep Jooheon from moving.

“Stop… please stop…”

“Y/n-”

“Her name is Ze!” Jungwoo yelled. “And she belongs with us!”

“I’m her sire, and-”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Jaehyun chuckled. “You don’t hold all the cards here.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You gave me your blood?” You questioned Jooheon. “Didn’t you?”

“I know you didn’t want that, and we-”

“Ze.” Doyoung spoke up. “Did you drink his blood?”

“I… I’m not-”

“Throw it up, now.”

“What?”

“Now!”

    You suddenly found yourself having trouble breathing, feeling sick as well. You couldn’t explain it, Jooheon looking at you with worry. You lifted up your fingers to your mouth, but Jooheon stopped you.

“What are you-”

“Ze, come here.” Doyoung ordered. “Now.”

    You saw Doyoung’s eyes flash red, a feeling of fear washing over you. It didn’t make any sense, but you couldn’t process that as you tried to get out of Jooheon’s grasp. He struggled with you for a moment before you clawed at his face and started crawling over to the others. After a moment though he grabbed your leg and pulled you back.

“What the hell did you do to her!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Taeil mocked. “Or are you still delusional?”

“You… you sired me…”

    It sounded impossible, you could barely get the words out of your mouth, but when you looked up at Doyoung, you felt something different. Your head was already a mess from starvation, but feeling a tug at the back of your mind whenever Doyoung said something spoke for itself. 

“How… why!”

“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t know how to explain it properly.” Doyoung said. “Jaehyun? Taeil? How did you guys put it?”

“A newborn vampire has gaps in their genetic sequence.” Jaehyun began. “It’s not until they have the blood of their sire that those gaps are filled. A genetic and solid way to prove a bond exists between the two. Quite fascinating actually.”

“I assume because the DNA of the sire is what made the newborn, that’s why their blood can fill in the gaps, and no one else’s.” Taeil added. “That was the idea anyway.”

“No one can sire someone they didn’t create!” Jooheon spat back. “So what did you do to her!”

“That’s where you’re wrong though.” Jaehyun smirked. “We used strands of Ze’s DNA to give ourselves accelerated healing, which seems to even heal death. Doyoung here has never had the blood of another vampire, and yet he has no gaps in his genetic sequence. He is complete, he is original, with no sire, with no master, and because we used Ze’s DNA… well, the similarities do technically exist, and thus his blood filled in the gaps before you could. Same goes for our boys you kidnapped and made into vampires.”

“That’s impossible!”

“That’s magnificent!”

    Everyone was caught off guard by the new voice that joined the conversation. Soon there was clapping and they all found the source. Your eyes went wide as you saw who it was. Kihyun made his way to the others, a giant smile on his face, and his continued clapping.

“Here I thought I was going to have to create a little accident for y/n here.”

“You-”

“Ah.” Kihyun held a finger out to either party. “I’m not here to fight. Jooheon can’t take me, and as for the rest of you. Your numbers mean nothing to someone as old and as powerful as I am, so let’s wrap this up peacefully shall we? There’s already a body here.”

“Who are you?” Taeyong questioned. “And what do you want?”

“I’m just here to collect what’s mine.”

“Kihyun-”

“You came here without notifying any of us.” Kihyun hissed. “That was reckless, and now I’m here to take you home before you make matters worse.”

“But y/n-”

“You heard the hunters, you came here to get what was yours, but you actually have no claim over that child. You may have turned them into a vampire, but you are not their sire. So you’re done here.”

“I am not leaving without her!”

    Jooheon tried to make a move, only for Kihyun to draw his wings and hold one out to separate Jooheon from the rest, and you.

“This would serve as a lesson for you, but I don’t intend to let you wallow in despair this time. I’ll make sure Shownu adjusts your memories.”

“Kihyun!”

“You were always such a brat! Daring to go off and build your own family when you had us, you had me, all along, and you need no one else. You are coming home and that’s final!”

    In the blink of an eye Kihyun had his hand wrapped around Jooheon’s throat, lifting him off the ground. The others watched on in shock, they couldn’t believe the events unfolding before them, feeling weird to just watch on, but they had no reason to interfere. Jooheon tried to fight back, although he knew he wasn’t going to win this. His gaze went over to you, seeing that you were watching everything unfold with wide eyes. It was probably the last time you two would see each other, even if he didn’t remember.

    The crack sent a shiver down your spine, seeing Jooheon’s unconscious body drop to the floor. When you looked up at Kihyun you were afraid he’d do the same to you. He took a step towards you, but the others did as well. Kihyun laughed, again making his point about not intending to do harm. He towered over you for a moment before squatting down. You were afraid to meet his gaze but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. You knew the others were on edge watching everything, but they were gonna see how this played out.

“You know, it was nice having a little one in the house. I would have spoiled you to death, but you have your own family waiting for you.”

    Kihyun placed a gentle kiss on your head before standing. He gazed at the hunters, amused by how tense they weren. Then a gasp caught everyone’s attention. They all looked to see Johnny rolling over, taking in a deep breath.

“Quite impressive what you’ve done as well.” Kihyun said. “We may have some common interests now, but I do hope we never have a reason to cross paths again.”

“The feeling’s mutual.”

“I’ll be off then.”

    Kihyun grabbed Jooheon’s arm and effortlessly dragged him away. You were still processing everything, but after a moment you were suddenly surrounded, Doyoung and Jaehyun trying to make sure you were alright. Although you quickly pushed them away.

“What’s wrong?”

“You… you sired me… and didn’t…”

“It’s just another precaution.” Jaehyun explained. “Like your collar. This way you really don’t have to worry about-”

“You didn’t tell me! When did you sire me!”

“When we brought you home.” Doyoung said. “For your safety.”

“My safety! You didn’t tell me you had… were you ever gonna tell me!”

“Of course we were. The other boys already-”

“Did they know? Did the have a choice?”

“Well Jeno-”

“Answer me!”

“Ze, calm down, let’s talk-”

“No, no, no.” You got up and covered your ears. “I don’t want to-”

    You were immediately grabbed by Lucas and Yuta, your arms held down. You tried to fight them, but you had no real strength. Taeyong seemed disappointed, but he only glanced at Doyoung and nodded. You didn’t like how the atmosphere had changed. Doyoung approached you, taking your head in his hands. You squirmed again, but it didn’t change anything.

“Ze-”

“Don’t… Jooheon never… he respected my choice!”

“You didn’t feel safe with him, and we’re glad you never took that step.”

“Doyoung…”

“You’re our baby girl, we’re not gonna lose you, and this is the best way to keep you safe.”

“Liar!”

“It’s okay, I can fix everything now. Only the good memories will remain, I promise.”

“No, no, no, no… Doyoung please…”

“Sh, just close your eyes and relax, everything’s going to be okay.”

    You felt like you were sinking, slowly slipping under into a void with no escape. You had no strength to fight, the feeling of being swallowed taking over. It was horrifying to be aware of this moment. That you, this version of you, would cease to exist, and whoever came next would be happy without ever knowing how that truly came to be. In a sense you were dying, being murdered by those you had always trusted. Although these feelings would only exist now, in this small moment, making it so your end was one filled with fear and betrayal. You’d never know what came next, perhaps the was the only solace of the moment.

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