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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 5 months

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Aussie Slang || Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

Summary: You quiz Tom on set on some Australian slangs as his Aussie gf ;)

A/n: Inspired by the interview between Sydney Sweeney and Joe Davidson, also bc as an Aussie this was fun to do lol 🙈

Warnings: none

Wc:

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Divider by @pommecita

"Tomm" You enter your shared trailer with your phone in hand, recording. "Yes, darling?" Tom looks up from his script as he gives you a smile and slightly confused face as he looks towards your phone. "I'm going to test your knowledge on aussie slang and words," You set up your camera on the table in front of him as he pulls you by your waist to sit on his lap.

He touches your hair that were in hair rollers as you smile at his buzzed hair, your favourite look on him. "I feel like I'm going to be absolutely terrible as this," He points out as you chuckle, fixing your camera. "I know, especially since I don't really say some of the stuff I'm going to quiz you on," You giggle as he throws his head back.

"That's even better," He sarcastically says with a smile as you pull out a small note book with the things you wrote down. "Okay, first one, are you ready?" You hype Tom up as he nervously looks at you. "This one is an easy one, I say it all the time. She'll be right"

You hide your smile behind the notebook as he thinks, "She'll be right?" You nod at him, "When have you said this?" He looks at you dumbfounded as your jaw drops, "Tom! I say this all the time, I even said it just this morning!" "I was half asleep this morning!" He reasons as you cover your face and laugh.

"This morning you told me it was going to be colder today and you said to bring my jacket remember?" "Yeah..." "Well I said she'll be right and I regretted not bringing one so you gave me yours. There you go, I just gave you a hint!"

Tom's mouth forms an o shaped, "Doesn't it just mean it's all good?" "Yes!" You chuckle. "Okay, that was an easy one" Tom smiles as you give him a look and look to the camera shaking your head. "Okay next one, I don't really say this to you but when I'm talking to my sister on the phone, you might hear me say this one: scoenonn"

Tom gives you the weirdest look as you laugh so hard tears started to form. "I'm sorry could you repeat that?" Tom looks absolutely baffled. "Scoenonn." You say in your Australian accent one more time as he shakes his head. "Is that even english?" He quietly laughs to himself as he thinks hard. "I say this to my sister when I greet her sometimes," You give him a hint.

"I actually have no idea," Tom says, his finger drawing circles on your back. "It just means what's going on" You laugh as Tom pulls another baffled expression. "Why can't you just say what's going on instead of what you just- How do you even spell that!" You show your notebook to Tom as he furrows his eyebrows at the spelling.

"Scoenonn. Wow." He chuckles to himself. "For this one I'm going to have to actually find it around here,” you look around the trailer before getting off Tom's lap and running into the bedroom and to your bedside drawer pulling it out. "Babe, what's this?" You show him a tub of vaseline as he gives you an odd look. "Vaseline?" He says in a questioning tone as he gives you space to sit back on his lap.

"Yes, but what do Aussies call this?" You hold it up to him before applying it to your lips as he watches you intently. "Uh-" "I think I have said it to you when I ask you where it is," Tom rubs his chin as he thinks. "Is it something completely whack and doesn't make sense?" He asks as you shake your head.

"This is fun," You giggle as you look to your phone. Tom lets out a groan of frustration, "Can you just tell me?" "Fine. Vaso. We call it Vaso" You couldn't help the smile that was forming on your lips as he shakes his head and laughs.

"You aussies sure do like shortening things up," He points out as you laugh at his comment. "Okay second last one, "What is a bottle-o." "A bottle-O? Is that just a a type of bottle?" You shake your head, "Nope." "Uhm, is it a name of a shop in Australia?" "You're getting there!" You chuckle.

"Want me to put it in a sentence?" You asks as he nods, "Do you wanna come with me to the bottle-o and pick out a few beers?" Your aussie accent comes through as he smiles at you accent. Tom absolutely adores your accent and could listen to you talking all day if it mean hearing your accent.

"A bottle shop?" He guesses as you pat his shoulder. "Good job babe," You grin as you flip the page of your notebook. "Okay last one, If you don't get this one, your aussie fans are going to be so disappointed as well as your girlfriend." You tease him.

"Aussie Aussie Aussie," You watch him as he repeats it to himself before his eyes light up. "Oi oi oi!" He chants back as the two of you burst out laughing. "Yes!" You wrap your arms around his neck as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. "This was fun wasn't?" You say as you lean forward and grab your phone, aiming it towards you two in each others embrace.

"Maybe I should quiz you on some British slangs, see how you go," Tom looks at you with a smile on his face as you make eye contact with him, "I'd be so good at that love," You chuckle before ending the video. You posted it on your Instagram and it blew up. Tom kept his promise of testing you on British slangs and that video also became very popular which then turned into your little thing of quizzing the other cast members.

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alltoowelltom · 2 months

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Thinking about Oscar buying his gf flowers for the first time (holding back tears)

-🌷(can i possibly be🌷anon?)

he would be determined. thank you for requesting and of course you can be 🌷 anon!

"Can I help you find anything?" the sales assistant asks kindly. She's got an amused smile on her face at the sight of the young man who appears overwhelmed at the selection of flowers laid in front of him. He'd considered leaving - there was too much variety, too many different options - but when he had laid eyes on the small floral store earlier he had become determined to buy a bouquet for you. He'd never bought you flowers before, never bought anyone flowers before. But you'd been together for a few months by now and he wanted to surprise you.

"Uh, yeah, maybe." He replies. "I wanna buy flowers for my girl- but which am I supposed to get her? How do I know what she'll like?" He rambles.

The woman only smiles at his nervous excitement, clearing off her table.

Oscar spends nearly half an hour listening intently to her explanations, taking in all the information as carefully as if he was hearing about the team's new car. He takes notes on his phone, making sure to write down the meanings of the flowers he chooses with her guidance.

He chews his lip lightly as she wraps the bouquet of hydrangeas, zinnias and baby's breath in translucent paper, tying a shiny white ribbon around too.

"Did you want to add a card too?" she asks, offering him a small pink card and a pen. Oscar thanks her, taking the pen and filling in both your name and his in the respective 'to' and 'from' spaces. His mind blanks as he tries to think of a message to add. How could he possibly find the words to explain how much you've become to him in a short period of time? He draws a shaky heart instead, hoping it will be enough to explain how he feels. The shop assistant loops the card onto the ribbon, tying it in a neat bow and handing the bouquet to Oscar who thanks her profusely for all her help.

"Don't be so nervous," she reassures him. "She'll love it, because you chose them for her."

"Hi baby," he calls, pushing the front door behind him. You'd stayed over at his apartment the night before and at his delight you'd opted to stay there all day too, promising you'd still be waiting once he got home from work. Despite it being early on in your relationship the thought of you usually being there when he got home (or vice versa) made his heart skip a beat.

"Kitchen!" you call, stirring a pot of pasta. He follows the sound of your voice.

"Hi," you greet him happily, turning the stove down and turning to give him a kiss. You stop short seeing what he's holding.

"Uh, these are for you." He says bluntly, holding them out. You can't hide the grin stretching across your features as you take it from him, flipping over the card and bringing the flowers close to your face.

"Thank you Oz," you say almost shyly. "What's the occasion?" You're already hunting in Oscar's cupboards for something vaguely vase-shaped. Unsurprisingly he has nothing of the sort so you settle for a clear Camelbak water bottle, filling it and placing the flowers inside.

"I don't need an occasion to get flowers for my best girl." He says, reaching one hand behind your head to press a sweet kiss to your mouth. You kiss him back happily.

"You like them?" He asks between pecks to your forehead.

"Yeah," you nuzzle into his chest and he's happy to just hold you in the middle of the kitchen. "I love them, 'cause they're from you."

🌼Hydrangea - gratitude

🌼Zinnia - constancy

🌼Baby's breath - everlasting love

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lychniis · 1 month

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⚘— FOR A RETURN AND DEPARTURE.

i. SYNOPSIS : he returns home after his time in the battlefield, stinking of rust and sweat. you wait for him as you do. as you always do. ( childe x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt ii ( ❛ no grave can hold my body down, i’ll crawl home to her.❜ ) + hyacinth and orchid.

ii. WARNING(S) : mentions of blood and death, childe having no self preservation lol, smut at the end with a bit of angst sprinkled in. this post contains 18+ content. minors do not interact.

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Childe’s lips speak of hunger and lust and the monsters he keeps chained and bottled up in your presence. It’s chaos cut apart into a human shape and stuffed in with haphazard abandon; it still leaks through ( It’s those moments when he stares out into the snow and you know he imagines it stained red ).

Your mother called Childe a monster. You still let him into your home and feed him like a stray fox. And like a stray touched by a kinder hand, he leaves footprints down to the path of your home, in and out and all around. His scent spools into your sheets. His old boots were left in the corner by the door. His fishing rod is tucked out back.

And when there are wounds to be licked, he comes to you. Last month he was cut across his arm. He let you bandage him up and he kissed you with aching gentleness ( it’s one for his family. It’s one for you ).

This time he’d been stabbed clean through. Most of it was healed on camp, mages tucking viscera back to place and mending blood vessels and ruptured nerves. Lacerations that would have given way in your hands. Burns you can’t heal yourself. It leaves a sourness in your mouth that never quite goes away.

“I was impatient.” he admits with a silly little laugh when you unbutton his shirt. “I had to see you again. How could I possibly function if I don't?”

“You could have spared a few hours.” you mutter. “Look at this. You’re still bleeding.” And you point. His bandages were a sticky scarlet. It rubs off on your hands and you feverishly pray it’s not infected.

He laughs again, like his life was a game, a gamble. You feel like you’ve been stabbed. It’s selfish, maybe, wanting just a little less recklessness in a soldier. “I can’t stand anyone else touching me like that. Not if it’s you.” he muses, tugging you down on top of him. His touch brushes against your hips, your thighs. Hunger. It soothes the ache in your chest. Just a little. You’ll want more soon enough.

“Can’t you be a little more careful?”

Your voice is soft, a little defeated. Your hands work. Undo the soiled linen. Sew his wounds. It’s like second nature to you. Muscle memory. Your mind rewiring and purging uncertain clumsiness.

“I can’t test my luck if my opponent is stronger than me…”

“Ajax.”

Childe does not shut up. “...But I'll always come back to you.”

“In a casket, maybe.”

You finish sewing. The look you focus him with is something rawer than you’d like. Reckless man, you want to scream. Reckless, reckless man. You want to tug at his hair. You want to stuff him away in your home where there is no battle, no wars.

The bandages are next. They’re tugged tight enough, tied and pinned away. He grabs your wrist. “Alive,” he promises. “I’ll come home alive, zolotse.”

"If you don't"

He's disarming. You despise him for it. "Have a little more faith in me." he croons.

You’ve had enough. You kiss him, for every day left with a cold side to your bed and a meal for one. Childe lets you as he falls back, and he tugs away at your clothes. It’s viscous. And soft. It’s both.

( And it’s voracious. )

“Off.” he whispers, breath hitching to a whine. You move your legs, let him do as he pleases, testing teeth against your shoulders and tugging your innerwear down for the heat of his palms. And you draw him back to the surface when he sinks too deep, when he forgets he’s wounded in his haze.

His fingers spread you apart, stroking against your cunt, pressing up to your clit. He nips at your lips. He demands another kiss. Rust and sweat hang off of him. It’s familiarity, a chilling comfort, something twisted that Childe turned tender. You embrace him.

“Ajax. slowly.” you whisper into his shoulder. “Slowly, love. You’re still hurt.”

He slips a finger inside. You buck your hips and whine.

“But I missed you.” he croaks out. “I missed you zolotse.” He dares to be sweet now, lips pressing up against your shoulders while he works on you, works you apart, as easily as he mans his swords.

You tug at his hair, let him drive you further, drive you mad. “I missed you too, Ajax.” you finally admit. You know the tragedy that dances beneath the lines here. It’s glaringly obvious, it’s heartbreaking. You hold him tight, so tight like he’s something delicate, something breakable.

( Human. And monster. )

He brushes up against your g-spot. Your hips falter. “Please.” you whisper to him. “Please stay a little longer. Please.”

You don’t understand why you still insist on it. You let ecstasy take you anyway and it loosens your lips and makes you beg and say those whispered secrets stowed and locked away. And Childe listens. He listens to all of them as he enters you with a quiet groan, rocking your body with shallow thrusts. You wonder if his shoulders sunk with guilt then. You wonder if he wished for a little more as well.

You’re soaked. He’s pressed his face into your chest. His hips canting, his pace quickening. Your body still through numbness and ecstasy, sight gleaned over when the first climax picks you apart and empties out your ramblings to unintelligible cries.

The battlefield calls for him a few days later. He lingers by your bedside. You watch his smile and remember it all.

His side of the bed is cold after.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

kjhgfvghjk this fic was initially suppossed to include kaeya in the roster okijuhygfgbh but my brain and energy was like "just one sweetie." "but-" "just one, sweetie." see my sense of freedom is non existant in the face of burnout kijhgvfghnj and i'm sorry i like childe a little more i went through a whole enemies to lovers arc with him jo you were there when i told you lkjnhbnjmk.

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darylsfavoritegirl · 2 months

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SUMMARY: fem!reader gets sick after the events of terminus and daryl takes care of her!!

this was requested by @welcumetomyescape thank you for the idea once again!!!

A/N: this could've been a lot longer than this i just got really impatient because i finished early at school today so i was very much eager to write this. i hope you enjoy it and it satisfies the person who requested it!!!

You coughed for the millionth time, seeking your hand to cover your mouth as you leered through your brows at the crowd infront of you.

Your raspy cough caught Michonne's attention as she turned her head lightly to your side, her hands loose on her sides due to thirst and hunger.

"You alright over there?" She worried.

"Ahem." You made it out through your chapped, sore lips and moist eyes as you simply nodded. You scrutinized your surroundings, goosebumps swarming through your entire body in contrast to the heat of the south. You were left behind from the others, leisurely dragging your feet along as you hoped you'd make through the day until you'd find a roof to sleep under.

Michonne turned her head down, observing her shoes as the group halted on the side of a road and you thanked the one who suggested it.

You didn't bother to check to see what they were up to as you collapsed to a pavement, your palm reaching the paving stones eased your fall. You placed your elbows on your knees, your left palm massaging your forehead wretchedly.

You spotted Daryl's boots drawing near you from your semi-shut eyes. You raised your head, feeling dazed due to holding your head high too much. You lowered your head as he knelt down infront of you, grabbing your kness softly to get strength for his position.

You observed his face, dark circles shaping under his eyes and were you so sure you had them, too.

"You look awful." You joked with a withered voice escaping your mouth.

A pityful smile tugged on his lips as he lingered his eyes through your soul. He had been perceiving you all day long, how you'd grown more tired with each passing hour, how you'd been burning up; yet resisting it with the very less brittle power left in your body.

He lowered his head

"Brough' ya water." and passed you a bottle of water that was on his pocket.

"Save it for Judith." You spoke low, putting your hand on the water bottle to push it away as you eyed the others from the corner of your eye.

"She dun' need water."

"She need' formula."

"Sum' damn baby food."

He uttered in a deflated tone. He broke the eye contact, behelding the woods as he kept resting his hands on your knees.

"Plus, yer burnin' up." He shifted his gaze to you with heavy-lidded eyes.

"I'll get through this, too." You assured him, putting a constrained smile upon your face.

"Like hell ya ar'." He disdained as he heaved out a long sigh. He got up, looking down at you.

"Don't make a fuss about it." You hissed under your breath, making sure no one else heard it. A brief silence passed like a decade as you glared at him with stern eyes. His posture didn't shift after all, not taking in to process anything you said. You felt all your boldness flowing away as he didn't seem to give your words a second thought.

"Screw you." You bellowed in a tone above whisper when your hands met on your lap, drawing your knees to your chest as you looked away.

"I'ma talk ta Rick." He grunted, maintaining the eye contact he just forced you.

"And then what?"

"There 's gotta be sum' cabin I know of 'round here." He uttered, scrutinizing the area with his smokey eyes.

"I'm not so sure... After all that cannibal sensation." you huffed as you started scribbling the ground with a damp twig. Your whole journey was about this, escaping the what so-called safe sanctuary terminus.

"We got real far off." He shrugged his shoulders, the water bottle swinging on his fingertips as he eyeballed the others. His eyes met with yours.

You simply heaved a sigh, whimpering under your breath to the unbearable aches on your joints and entire body. You lifted your head, not uttering a word. You were very well aware of your condition, sweat beading your neck mixed with dirt repulsed you with nausea.

"I ain't jus' gonna sit 'ere and watch yea torture yerself." He stated with furrowed brows. You, once again remained silent as you lowered your head at your doodles covering the soil.

A part of you would give worlds to stick to one place with roofs and a tender bed with pillows for a while, yet it wasn't the time nor the place to mull over for such self-centered ideas.

You ran your fingers through your hair as you hunched your shoulders. You refused to gaze at him, though you felt his penetrating gaze sticking through you.

"Tha' wound ain't gon' heal itself, neither." He mumbled, resting his body weight on his left leg.

"It's just grazed me." You shrugged your shoulders, embracing your legs even thightly with your left arm. You wished to be as small as possible, as invisible as possible.

He stood there with complete silence briefly, seeing that you weren't lifting your head even an inch to meet with his gaze nor saying anything else, he left you there. You heard him exhaling abruptly.

You observed him approaching Rick from the corner of your eyes as you shook your head in apace as if it'd heal your maddening migraine. You screwed your eyes shut, resting your forehead on your knees as you gradually let go off your clutch on the twig.

All you could hear was your shallow breaths along with the muffled conversations from your people that wind carried all the way to you.

You opened your eyes. It was almost like your wide-eyed gaze gave you your five senses back. You were suddenly sweating buckets, though sane part of your mind notioned it was like that all along. You leered at the center of your shorts zip and your hair obstructing a clear view when you heard shallow footsteps drawing near you.

You raised your head, saw Rick looking down at you with his hands on his waist.

"Damn, you look awful." He exclaimed in a raspy voice owing to thirst.

You failed to find strength in responding back so you stayed put, waiting for him to talk again. You sighed as you spoke

"It isn't safe."

You noticed Daryl rolling his eyes lightly as he shifted his position.

"You got Daryl." Rick remarked with self-confidence.

You slouched your posture, locking your eyes on the opposide direction.

"C'mon." Daryl grunted as he reached his arm to grip you by the biceps.

"I can't." You breathed out as you shook your head and gave him a stern glare.

A brief silence as no one said a word.

"Y'ain't gon' do nothin' but slow 'em down." He growled, getting looks from the group, some of them you'd just met a few days ago.

"Come on y/n. Daryl's right." Rick mumbled, inattentiveness bearing his features.

"I got it." Daryl huffed under his breath to Rick.

Daryl clucthed you by the biceps with his firm grip as he held his other hand close to your waist.

You couldn't comprehend how sitting down for 5 minutes had an unbelievable impact on your body as you almost toppled over him. Your legs were practically useless as Daryl caught you by the waist and lingered through you with his smokey eyes. You leered back at him through your lashes, failing to find the might to speak.

"We'll catch up with you all in a few days." You mumbled as you turned your body towards them, your right hand was over his shoulder, he held your hand securely.

"Well, don't you look like shit." A new bulky ginger guy called Abraham uttered, sniggering under his long ginger mustache.

"I've heard that many times today." You forced a smile as you narrowed your eyes at Michonne and Rick friskfully. He scoffed tauntingly with his girlfriend.

"Ain't yea a chatter now?" Daryl quipped low, not loosening his grip on your hands as Rick approached you. You rolled your eyes, craving nothing but to spend atleast a day in a safe cabin.

Your hair danced with the breeze as you tucked strands of it behind your ear. Rick started walking to your direction as he passed you a pistol, giving you an assurring look then shifted his attention to Daryl.

They exchanged silent agreements by nodding their heads consecutively. A sense of safeness washed all over you.

"Can ya walk?" He inquired with cautious eyes incase you'd lie.

"I'm fine." You whined as you started walking toward the woods, peeking a glance at the others for the last time.

You strolled through the woods, then a hilly, then a road. Your head felt like exploding at the heat, sweating buckets hence leaving your body sticky.

Your undertaking of not letting out moans due to your pain grew to fell short swiftly.

"Where is this cabin, Daryl?" You puffed sharply as you halted in the middle of the road.

"Ain't so far." He lifted his shoulders, scanning the area.

"Can we stop for a minute?" You asked, glancing through your brows as you put all your effort to maintain your heaving chest.

He clattered a sound to indicate it was ok. You tossed your backpack to the ground as you sat down on the warm surface.

Your placed your hands on your knees as you observed the area.

"Should'n be out in the open like dis." He spoke, lifting his brows to scrutinize his surroundings with a wrinkly forehead.

You kept quite as your head sagged on your shoulders out of lassitude. You squeezed your eyes.

"Hey hey, stay wit' me." He rushed next to you, taking out a water bottle out of his backpack.

"Need yea ta stay hydrated." He muttered as he cupped your neck softly. He passed the water bottle near your lips, almost forcing you to drink. You heaved a sigh and wiped your mouth with your thumb.

"Gon' cook ya up a nice squirrel or sumthin' once we get there." He joked.

You creased your brows and painted a smile on your lips.

"I'm good with anything as long as it's not a snake." You uttered tauntingly. A sense of darkness hovered his features as if he was insulted and it passed within seconds. You sat like that for quite a long time.

Your flu got worse by the time you got to the cabin. Plus, it was almost like you were at the brink of a seizure with your wound on your leg. Daryl had to carry you all the way down to the cabin, safe to say you were slowing him down.

Your bottom lip trembled as he put you on the bed, tucking the hair behind your ear that was soaked with your sweat. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, seeing only a blurry view infront of you.

His eyes darkened as he observed you with concerning eyes. He knelt down on the wooden floor, opened the backpack's zip in a rush and took out the rain water he stocked earlier that day. Thankful thoughts lined in your head to the rain, your friends most likely had benefited from it aswell.

He got up and placed the jar on the broken table. He scanned the cabin in a flustered manner as he patted his hands on his denim jeans.

Daryl made his way to the thin sheets laying on the floor and cut a piece of cloth and rushed back over to you. Your gaze followed his every move.

"Dis ain't gun' do much."

"Still, better than nothin' " He spoke to himself as he inserted the cloth into the jar, making sure it absorbed the liquid equally.

You looked over him, your eyes fighting to hide behind the lids. You swallowed dryly as he came near you. Water droplets were sliding down his forearm to his elbows and to the floor. Goosebumps flooded through your entire being as some of them hit your skin.

He pushed your baby hairs aside, placing the soaked cloth on top of your forehead. He gazed upon you, then your clothes and how incompetently you tried to cover yourself up.

"That ain't gon' fly." He huffed as he pushed the covers aside.

"I'm cold." You whined, eyes semi-shut. You weren't aware of your surroundings, condition and Daryl being with you. You tried to grab the covers to your chest.

"Yer burnin' up." He grunted as if to correct you.

A moment of bickering passed with him persuading you.

"Might wanna lose the shirt, too." He spoke.

You whined once again as he didn't let you utter a word. He grabbed the hem of your shirt as your fixed your posture, the cloth on your forehead fell on your lap. He grabbed it and tossed it on the table.

"Sit up." He stated.

You got strength by your knuckles from the mattres. The bed sinked under your weight as he pushed the table aside. You raised your arms up high as he took off your shirt and helped you lay on your back. Your teeth chattered as you rubbed your arms on your biceps. A wash of despair washed all over him as he felt useless, that he couldn't do more.

He observed you for a while, contemplating what more he could do. He then, made his way to the end of the bed and started taking out your boots. He held you softly by the leg and tossed them to the ground. A groan of relief escaped your chest.

You raised your head lightly, getting strength from your elbows and chuckled at the scene.

"What a caretaker you are?" You joked as your head fell back.

He mumbled a "Stop." as he came next to you, a subtle smirk tugging on the corner of his lips at your teasing words.

He put the cloth in the jar and let it sink to absorb more water. His attention shifted to you as he sat on the edge of the bed. One could sense that he was in a huge dilemma, that he wasn't completely sure which course of action to take.

You swallowed dryly once again. He reached for your hair, your eyes widened at him. He clattered an "Sssh." between his lips without looking at anywhere else besides your hair. You had to lift your head for a brief moment. With stiff and an upright neck, did he grab all of your hair in his fist and spread them on all over the pillow. Your hair was no longer sticking to your back and neck and you sighed in relief at the feeling.

You lied down as you crossed your hands together on your stomach. You peeked at him with weary eyes, so did he. His attention spaced out to the wall as you uttered after observing him all the way down.

"Help me sit up?" He turned to you, immediatly grabbing your torso with his big hands and helping you sit up without questioning. He couldn't help but ponder in his head how you'd heal more quickly if you didn't try to be the tough one once.

Your fingers digged his bare shoulders as you groaned out of pain. You raised your head to meet with his gaze. You could sense the hesitation on his features as he looked back and forth between your lips and eyes. Safe to say, his hesitation wasn't because of your sickness but because of your potential reaction. He, then let go as he leaned forward.

"Ew, no. Disgusting." You grimaced as you pushed yourself away from his touch and leaned back on the wall.

You avoided an eye contact as he came closer on the bed, forcing you to look at him. You finally gave in and stared upon him, face rosing with heat.

His hands clutched you by the side of your faces and slowly leaned in for a kiss once again. You didn't pull away this time, letting his balmy lips leaving you overstimulated and shaky. So many thoughts, worries ran through your mind. You didn't want him to get sick if he hadn't already catch it, yet you could never resist his touch, his lips. Your face loosened at the feeling of his body against yours. Your grip on his left wrist fell loose as you breathed out after a short kiss.

He gazed through you for a hot minute before he got up.

"Sleep." He grunted as he grabbed his crossbow that was hanging on a hanger.

"Get sum' rest."

"I'll be in the front." He uttered before leaving the cabin

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yunhohours · 11 months

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hellooo I saw you're taking requests and I wanted to ask for jeno + aftercare, praising you for taking it so well after giving you the best fuck of your life. ly<3

"don't move, baby," jeno mumbles with a kiss to your shoulder before skillfully climbing off you and disappearing into the nearby bathroom. you're not sure how long he's gone for, head lolling to the side and eyelids too heavy to open, but it feels like it's only moments before you feel the mattress dip again.

your eyes open when you feel a warm sensation on your lower legs, peering down your body to see jeno with a washcloth, taking his time as he makes his way upwards with it. he's so focused on removing the sheen of sweat from your skin that he doesn't see you watching him. "hi," you croak, voice still a little shaky. his eyes flit up to yours and he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your knee. "hi, beautiful. welcome back." you giggle and it makes his smile grow wider.

he continues like this until he's wiped every inch of skin from the neck down. he discards the towel before grabbing another prepared towel from the nightstand. he settles onto his side next to you, holding your gaze lovingly. "how do you feel?" he carefully nudges your thighs apart as his hand slips between them, using the fresher cloth to clean your more intimate area. "i feel good. tired, but good."

jeno hums his acknowledgment, a small pout on his lips. "almost done, baby. you can get some rest then, okay? i'll be your pillow." he winks and kisses your nose before he's getting up again. at this rate, every body part will have earned a kiss before your eyes get the chance to close for the night. you're not complaining.

you're replaying the night's activities in your mind when jeno comes back. this time, he sits beside your horizontal figure. "do you think you can sit up for me, baby?" his voice is so gentle. you nod and he does 90% of the work for you, lifting and supporting your back to make sure you're stable enough. he maneuvers your body only as much as necessary to cover you in a clean shirt of his, a content smile on his face when he gets to take in the sight of you afterwards. "perfect." you can't help but smile too.

he picks up a bottle of water he had placed on the comforter next to him and hands it to you. "drink a good amount and then we can get some sleep. promise." you do as he instructs, gulping down more water than you even realized you needed. jeno's hands busy themselves, moving any damp locks of hair from your face and smoothing them down. "you did so well for me, beautiful. you always do so well for me."

you can't fight the blush on your cheeks, closing the water bottle and reaching to place it on the nightstand. jeno grabs it from you and does it himself, pulling you into him the second his hands are free. he lays you down together, resting your head on his chest. "let's talk in the morning, okay? want to make sure everything went okay but i know you're tired." his arm is wrapped around your back, fingers drawing shapes on the fabric of your shirt. "can you spell for me?" he asks, and you know what he means. your brow furrows as you concentrate on his moving fingers, trying to picture what he's drawing. when he finishes, you smile. i love you, he said silently. it's the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep.

#psa: pls go pee after sex!!#i didn't make that happen here but pls do it ok ty ily #th: jeno #jeno smut #jeno fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #th: nct dream

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Jungkook

X♡X♡ [SEVEN DAYS] Day 3 Teaser

If you gave him your heart, your soul, your body- what would he do to those things? Maybe it's time to see if he can handle your love for once, and not just the other way around.

Tags/Warnings: Porn with a lot of plot basically, inexperienced!reader, Dom!Jungkook, BDSM themes and elements, mild Angst, fluff, slow burn but we'regetting somewhere, they have chemistry but mc has trust issues, mentions of past domestic abuse (mental), Outercourse (basically non-penetrative sex), toys, Cumplay, it's messy smh

Length: ???

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜.♡

A/N: I'm busy in the kitchen come get your snack

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He's got the audacity to laugh over your shoulder, front pressed into your back, hands teasing your sides as they sneak up your loose shirt.

"Bought one that's about my size." He purrs sensually, almost like he's mocking you. But it's not malicious- playful, if anything, but not mean ok any way. "So you can call it.. practice." He explains, while you stare at the nearly clear pink dildo that's staring at you, still packaged together with other things in the black plastic bag in your lap.

"Jungkook.. when did you even buy those things?" You wonder, feeling almost scared to touch any of the things inside.

"Earlier, when you were napping." He shrugs easily, hand reaching past your body to shamelessly dump the contents of the bag on the bed, bag flying somewhere on the floor. "Anything look like an absolute no-go to you?" He asks curiously, and you look without touching.

There's an egg-shaped item there you're not too sure of what it might be. The dildo explains itself, clearly- and the other massage wand is also pretty self-explanatory. There's two bottles of lube- one pink, the other blue. A.. plug, with a pretty pink gemstone on one end of it. Leather handcuffs, with soft looking fur on the inside. Overall, nothing immediately makes you uncomfortable.

You don't know what gives you the confidence for your next comment you blurt out though.

"Dont you have any toys?" You ask him bluntly. "Like, for yourself? Or do you just.. use your partner's body for stuff?" You wonder, and he looks at you with a sharp gaze, a smirk growing on his lips.

"I wouldn't mind using your body, that's for sure." He flirts, leaning his head a bit to the side. "Why would I need toys if I've got you?" He fakes innocence as he asks that question without expecting any answer-

And for a moment, you don't give one.

But something about his flirty comment bothers you. Maybe because you hear someone else in your head again- all the men who've degraded you over the course of time.

Your ex. Your friends. Your father. You hear them laugh yet again like you're pathetic and worth nothing.

"I don't want to be used." You deny with a flat tone, and it's clear from the slight change in his eyes that he's now on high alert at your every word spoken by mouth and body language, so he can figure out what happened to change your mood like that. "I don't just want to be.. a toy you get bored off and toss away at some point just to pick it back up once you're interested again." You say, drawing a clear line.

You're not sure how he might react to this. You didn't want to make a statement like that, but you can't mask the truth. You really are scared of getting hurt at the end of this- you don't want him to just play around and then let you go.

You don't want to go. You want to stay-

You want him to want you to stay.

He says your name to gain your attention, voice low and steady, horribly gentle- and it makes your eyes sting as you realize that this is the first time a man has ever spoken in such a tone to you. He notices the way your eyes begin to gloss over- and it hurts him too, the fact that you're hurting.

"This isn't just something fun to me. I think I might not have made it clear." He says, staying away from you as to not invade your little bubble you're in,eating you have your safety. "I don't know what happened to you in the past to be so full of distrust towards anything good offered to you-" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "-but I promise you, this isn't just a game to me."

"Then what is this." You say quietly, scared. "I'm scared that we're not on the same page here and that we're walking down to entirely seperate paths." You complain pitifully with your back hunched over and head hanging low.

"That's because we are." He chuckles softly. "I'm trying to hold your hand here so we don't lose each other- but you're not holding it." Jungkook offers.

"I don't understand-" you shake your head, when as you look up again, his face is right in front of yours, eyes looking at your lips.

"Then let me help you." He hums towards you, before his lips press onto yours.

And your body freezes.

Because he's never kissed you like this before- tender, calm and without any lust in it whatsoever. In fact, your realize only now that you've never been kissed without any hidden intentions or something to gain in mind. This kiss is soft, it's no words needed, it's love confessed in physical form.

You've never been kissed like this.

Ever.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #bts smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #bts jungkook imagine #bts jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook imagines

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novelizt · 6 months

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✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

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demon-fucking-therapist · 1 year

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Dom Reader, Yandere Brothers - Lust Part 2

The series: You become the master of seven unruly brothers - and they don’t want to let you go so easily. How it happened, and what it means for each of them.

Tags/warnings for this section: reader’s genitalia referred to as pussy/clit/etc, yandere Asmo, dom reader, sub Asmo, overstimulation (mainly Asmo, but reader too), top and bottom reader, bottom Asmo, pegging, mirror sex, asmo is choked, collar and leash. No explicit violence in this part.

You can find the other parts of the series here.

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Asmo grins, showing sharp teeth. "I want to be your first in something."

You raise an eyebrow and smile. "Oh? What are you thinking about?"

Asmo hums. His eyes shine and he rolls off the bed.

You sit yourself back up and take off your shoes while Asmo digs through a draw. Something lands in your lap when you're finished.

At first glance you think it's a pair of underwear - bright red, with some weird straps around the front. It's not until you see those straps end in a ring that you start to realise what's going on.

The dildo that lands on the bed next to you confirms it.

You glance up at Asmo and he still stands beside the dresser, waggling another dildo at you.

"You've never done this before, right? I mean, Levi would totally want to bring it up, but he's way too nervous to-"

"You want me to fuck you?" you ask curiously, examining the harness and making sure there no parts were likely to dig in.

"I don't want you to miss out, so we can find a toy for you too! I dibs that one though!" Asmo digs through the draw with enthusiasm, and you glance at his choice - on the larger side, but not too scary-looking. Well, aside from all the bumps and ridges on it.

"How about this one?" Asmo asks brightly, showing you one of his finds.

"...Asmo, that thing would kill me."

"Hmph. I'll find something more boring then."

You examine the harness a little closer and see raised grooves within the 'briefs' portion - soft to the touch and probably designed to stimulate the wearer.

"You can pop those on the table for now!" Asmo calls and you do, placing them beside a bottle of lube. Asmo approaches with a dildo of a much better size and shape for your vulnerable human body.

He's got something hidden behind him and once he sits the toy down he fiddles for a moment. It's unnatural for you to see Asmo hesitate.

You reach for him and Asmo forgoes the bed, instead kneeling before you.

You spread your legs - only to allow him as close as possible, tipping his head back to meet your gaze.

“What’s up, Asmo?” you ask softly, his chin in your light grip. Asmo sighs and leans against your thigh. From behind his back, he lifts his hand to show a pretty pink collar. In his other hand, a matching leash.

“Can you put this on?” Asmo asks, letting you take it from him delicately.

“On you or on me?”

Asmo’s cheeks flush as pink as the collar. “While I do think it would look just lovely on you… I want you to put it on me, please.”

“So polite, Asmo.” You lean over and kiss him, Asmo instantly moving in for more, trying to make the kiss deeper, hotter, closer. When you pull apart, his lips are wet and glossy. “How could I say no to that?”

Asmo meets your eyes as you circle the collar around his neck. He’s always been the most intense of his brothers, and now is no different as you feel his shaky breaths on your wrists as you fiddle with the buckle.

“How’s that?” you check after the collar is about as tight as you’d want it.

“Tighter, please.” At your raised eyebrow, he pouts. “You said I should tell you what I want!”

“I did,” you admit, though pinch his cheek for his tone. “I suppose I’m still getting used to demonic limitations.”

“You can have a lot more fun with us than a human,” he agrees breezily, resting his chin on your knee as the buckle finally clicks into place. Asmo’s eyes flutter, a hazy look overtaking them. “I’d let you do so much to me, you know?”

You clip on the leash and tug him up, meeting him in another kiss. This time he nips your lip hard enough to break the skin and you tug back in reprimand.

“Well tonight, let’s just focus on you letting me fuck you.”

You scoot back onto the bed and Asmo is quick to follow, the leash never having time to pull taut in his eagerness to be near you. He winks as he takes your zipper into his teeth, your shorts swiftly flying somewhere across the room. Your underwear follows soon after.

“What about you, Asmo?” You kick him lightly to push him back, his still mostly clothed form landing with an exaggerated pout on the mattress. “How about a show?”

The idea of showing off perks Asmo right up. He’s too impatient right now to give you a proper tease, but you can imagine what it would be like in the way he rolls his hips and his pants fall to the floor, the way he takes the time to pinch his nipples as he opens his shirt. Asmo’s eyes never leave you, watching you watch him, and you let him see exactly how much you appreciate the view.

Finally, you’re staring at his body in all its glory. Asmo poses and it should be ridiculous, really, but it’s Asmo, so it’s also really, really hot.

“Get back over here,” you order and don’t even notice the pact activating until Asmo moans.

“Do all demons like to be ordered around?” you wonder as the leash returns to your hands, Asmo settling between your thighs.

“Only by someone worthy, darling.” Asmo licks his lips, his gaze flicking from your eyes to your pussy. “Let me ready you up for the toy?”

You can barely give a nod before he lunges forward.

Head from the Avatar of Lust is like nothing you’ve ever felt before.

Immediately you’re arching your back, trying to force yourself into his mouth. You pull the leash tight, looping it in your hand to pull Asmo even deeper. His tongue can’t be anything like a human’s. Not with the way it moves.

Every movement sends shockwaves through your body, rattling your brain. You’ve no idea what sounds are coming out of your mouth, but you know you’re not being quiet. Your legs kick, then wrap around his shoulders. Every part of you is devoted to keeping Asmo right between your legs and enjoying every minute of it.

You’re brought to the edge before you know it. It could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, could’ve been seconds - you have no idea, and when Asmo pulls away, you don’t think you could even read a watch right now.

You can process his smug grin thugh, and that just won’t do.

“Can you pass me the toy, love?” he asks sweetly, angelically, and you squeeze his head with your legs.

You do grab the dildo meant for you, but twirl it in your hand as you consider your options. Asmo is the Avatar of Lust, and he’s just always going to be capable of giving you a good time. Even the experience you’ve had with your other demons isn’t ever going to put you on par with him. Just like always, the only advantage you have is the pact.

The pact…

“Asmo,” you say slowly. He’s been watching you thinking, biting his lip, gleefully waiting for your next order. “I want to try something with the pact. I want you to tell me if you don’t like it, okay?”

Asmo’s eyes go bright pink as soon as you mention the pact. “Of course. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Now let me know what you want to try!”

“Asmo,” you let your voice deepen, the power settling in your gut, the pact connecting you and Asmo by an invisible thread, “you’re going to be extra, extra sensitive to pleasure, okay?”

Asmo gasps.

His eyes roll up in his head and he’s writhing, rutting against the sheets, whimpering and barely able to get out, “-much, too much-”

“Less sensitive than that!” you rush to add.

Asmo stills, then drops, his head resting against your thigh. You hover your hand nearby, not sure if more touch would be welcome right now, but he reaches out and grasps it, pulling it to his lips.

You think he’s going to kiss it, but instead he pulls your thumb into his mouth and uses it to muffle his moans.

“Asmo, are you…?”

You’re about to curse yourself for being so stupid when Asmo squeezes your hand, cutting you off.

“I’d be happy to try that level of sensitivity another time, love,” he says, gaze as dreamy as when he’s talking about the latest Majolish release, “but I’m not going to be able to focus on riding you like that.”

You sit up and gently stroke his hair. Asmo’s breath hitches. He’s still more sensitive, but no longer totally overwhelmed.

“Is this better?”

“Much,” he agrees, pushing his head up against your hand. Asmo pulls himself together enough to push you back, gentle but insistent. “Now c’mon. Let me get this inside you.”

“So sweet,” you roll your eyes, but let him fumble with the dildo and hand over the lube.

Asmo gives you one more cheeky lick - annoyingly, still enough to make you buck your hips - and carefully angles the toy.

It’s the smoothest entrance you’ve ever experienced. The toy slots home perfectly, deep enough to put pressure everywhere you could want without being uncomfortable, angled to hit your most sensitive spots. You sigh and tug Asmo up by his hair to kiss him, the best way to show your thanks.

He ruts against you, the toy fucking you with the movement of his hips, but two can play at that game and your hand snakes between you to give his cock a few long strokes. He breaks the kiss with a gasp, his grin wild as he fumbles for the harness.

“Please, please, please-”

You laugh and lift your hips, letting him handle the straps. While his hands are shaking his experience shows in how quickly he’s able to get it fitted, and so you hand over his toy so he can get ready.

“Don’t I need to prepare you?” you ask, watching him as he fits the toy into the ring.

“Avatar of Lust, darling,” Asmo hums, jiggling the toy to ensure it wouldn’t come loose. “I’m always prepared. Also, I’m into a bit of pain, you know?”

“Of course.” You do find the lube for him though, lost amid the sheets, and he takes it with a smile.

“Hey, watch this!” Asmo grins. Then his mouth - splits? expands? - and before you can process what just happened, he’s deepthroating your strap-on.

You can’t exactly feel it, obviously, but the extra pressure he puts on the toy inside you and the little bumps and ridges within the harness makes you gasp, and the sight is just deeply, deeply hot. Asmo looks so pleased with himself, meeting your eyes the whole time, that you can’t help but reach down and stroke his hair.

Experimentally, you grip it in your hand - and at the way his eyes brighten, his moans sound around your strap, you begin to move him up and down the toy - gingerly at first, but then faster, harder.

It feels good, but you can tell it’s effecting Asmo more - his eyes have started to roll back and his hips thrust against the sheets. When you let him go, he sinks down to the bottom, slowly recovering enough to sit up as his mouth - shrinks? reseals? - back to normal.

“I’m pretty sure Solomon knows a few spells if you want to find out what that feels like for real,” Asmo offers, brightly but breathlessly. You consider it.

“We can talk more on that later.” Not least because you do not know how to approach Solomon with that particular question. “First, safeword?”

“Colour system until we can think of something more fun.” Asmo waves his hand dismissively, pouting when you give him a hard look. “I have done this before, you know? There’s nothing we’re planning on doing right now that would come close to my limits.”

“I need to know you’re comfortable and enjoying this, Asmo,” you insist, and suddenly his eyes go teary - in his usual, exaggerated way.

“You are just the sweetest master!” he cries. He half-collapses against you for another cuddle, but this one is short-lived. You’re going to talk more about your concerns that he considers the base level of consideration for his comfort as something so sweet, but for now you just don’t want to ruin his good mood.

While Asmo quickly prepares himself, you glance up at the mirror above the bed, the mirrors all around.

“You like to watch yourself, Asmo?” you ask.

“Mhm,” he hums, his lube-slicked fingers working quickly. “I mean, sometimes it’s just to check I still look my best, but if it’s with someone special… I like to see how we look together.”

Fuck, Asmo could be cute sometimes.

“Okay, how about you turn around then?”

“Reverse cowgirl! Or cowdemon? Sounds good!” Asmo somehow twirls gracefully on his knees, ending up straddling you facing backwards, giving you a very nice view of his ass.

You tug the leash, hard enough to force his head back - enough for him to see the mirror above.

“Oh,” Asmo says. You watch his eyes trace your bodies, up to your eyes, down to where your hand grips the leash, further to where he rests above the strap. “This will be perfect.”

You hold the strap-on steady for Asmo as he slides down, but your gaze is on his face in the mirror as he’s filled.

It starts with a little gasp, his eyes going wide and then half-lidded - but as he goes further, you can hear him moan, then whimper - his lips tremble, his back arches - and finally he throws his head back as he bottoms out, pink-yellow eyes fluttering closed.

“My my,” you say with mock-concern. “I didn’t think you’d get so affected by something like that, Asmo.”

“It’s your fault,” he whines back, a playful spark in his eyes. “The pact order…”

“Do you want me to revoke it?”

“No!” You were only teasing, but Asmo’s response has you raising an eyebrow.

He flutters his eyelashes. “Please no, Master. I want to feel good.”

“I do like how cute your reactions are,” you muse, as your other hand grips his hip. “Go on, Asmo. Show me how the Avatar of Lust rides dick.”

“Your wish is my command!”

You’re about to make another comment when Asmo rolls his hips, shifting the toy in you and pressing the textured part of the briefs right around your clit. You both groan and Asmo looks triumphant for a split second before you tug on the leash and buck your hips back up.

You’re quite prepared to go on like that, seeing who could make the other moan and whine and whimper - but Asmo has always lacked patience, and it seems he can’t resist temptation.

His next moves are anything but slow and controlled.

Asmo throws himself into motion, bouncing on your strap like his life depends on it. His back arches and his face turns upward, always facing the mirror - you watch too, as his eyes scan your body, his body, your face, how you move together-

The toy inside you moves like it’s got a mind of its own, and in the Devildom, maybe it does. All you know for sure is that it’s hitting all the right spots, Asmo’s choice perfectly filling you without any painful stretch, leaving you gasping to catch your breath.

The harness clings to you like a second skin, and the briefs massage your labia and find your clit to add the perfect amount of pressure. You’re feeling great - but Asmo is half-wild in his movements, far further along to his orgasm thanks to your command.

“Such a good boy, Asmo,” you coo, and if it comes out a little breathless Asmo can’t tease. Every movement makes his butt bounce cutely against your hips, and he’s picking up the pace - a little gasp punched out of him each time he bottoms out.

“You really couldn’t take this slow, could you?That’s alright, this is what I wanted you to do. Take your fill, you’re doing such a good job, making me feel so good. I love watching you like this, you’re so hot, Asmo, so perfect, so beautiful on my cock-”

You’re rambling but fuck is it hard to make a coherent sentence. Asmo doesn’t seem to mind, whining at your praise, one hand coming up to play with his chest, pinching his nipples and putting on a show.

“Master, so good together- wanna come with you, please, order,” Asmo whines, and while he’s even more scrambled than you are, you get the idea.

“Asmo, you only come when I do. That’s an order.”

Asmo gasps as the pact takes hold, his lips making a perfect ‘o’. He’s beautiful, he’s in his element - the pact and your combined lust driving him crazy with pleasure, the heady rush of his sin fulfilling him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Asmo babbles, and he’s so perfect when he loses control. This is what you want to see. Not an Asmo who makes sure he’s giving you the right angles. An Asmo that chases his own pleasure while giving you yours.

And what pleasure he was giving you. The stimulation was a little less direct than getting fucked or eaten out, but it was building up - a slow, rolling climax you can feel starting in your belly and preparing to spread across your body. It’s so tempting to just close your eyes, throw your head back, and let it happen, but you want to watch Asmo, want to make sure he can see your lust, see how much you want him.

Asmo’s cock jumps with each movement, and you reach forward to wrap your hand at around it, your other hand still holding the leash. It’s an awkward angle, but it still makes Asmo’s next thrust extra eager, landing on your strap hard and taking it deep.

“Master, master, master,” Asmo chants, eyes rolling. Any other words have been fucked out of him. You’re not even jerking him off - riding your cock is giving him more than enough motion, fucking into your hand as you fuck into his ass.

He would’ve come by now if it wasn’t for your order.

The feeling of power rushes through you, sends you spinning closer to the edge. You did this. You made Asmo desire you. You made him look so free. You, and the pact, are making the Avatar of Lust go brainless with pleasure.

“Good boy,” you manage, the toy hitting every sweet spot inside you, “so good, Asmo, gonna cum, so good-”

You wrap the leash around your wrist, tight, and pull. Asmo is forced to arch his back, putting even more of himself on display in the mirror - his hands fly to the collar, but before you can worry about it being too much you realise Asmo is trying to choke himself more. His cock thrusts into your fist, his ass clenches around the strap, and his eyes meet yours in the mirror, teary and overwhelmed.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, spreading from your core and pulsing out until you’re curling your toes, throwing your head back, squeezing Asmo’s cock hard as it shudders in one hand and pulling the leash back with the other.

Asmo, as per your order, follows you - his cum shoots almost straight up with how far back he’s leaning, some splattering onto your hand, some marking his pretty stomach.

He lets out one last, feral cry before falling back, sliding off the strap and just barely avoiding landing right on top of you. He’s still writhing and whining, “Ma- aah-”

It takes you half a second to get the message, but Asmo is already shaking like he might come again.

“I release the order, Asmo,” you hush him, pressing a kiss to his hair as he gets his breath back. “There you go, you were so good.”

Asmo reaches for your hand and starts licking it clean, his eyes half-lidded. You keep talking to him, little nothings about how perfect he is and how good he did. You always keep a slight tension on the leash, making sure he feels the collar and knows he’s owned, cherished, protected.

You can see some awareness return to him as he takes your fingers out of his mouth and instead starts kissing your knuckles.

“I was perfect?” Asmo asks sweetly. You stroke his cheek, wiping off some of his saliva at the same time.

“You were. You are.” You take your hand away only to pull him closer, cuddling him against your chest. You’re certain he’s going to be bringing those words up in an argument with Mammon in the future, but right now he is sweet and vulnerable and needs to hear it. “I hope I lived up to the Avatar of Lust’s standards.”

“You were amazing,” Asmo gushes, and you can feel his cock twitch between you. “We’re going to have to find a good stamina charm for you - I want a whole night to try different positions, and toys, and ropes-”

While you are a little out of breath, you don’t actually feel too exhausted - Asmo did most of the physical work on this one, after all. But you’re not sure you could go another round that intense so soon. And honestly, you’d rather appreciate the experience for a little while before going again.

“Anyway,” Asmo says brightly, “time for a shower!”

He starts tugging you up. You groan but follow.

“It’s important!” Asmo insists. “It’s bad to let sweat settle on your body in bed, and semen isn’t that great of a moisturiser, and water is great for your muscles - oh, we should’ve done this at home! We could’ve had a bath!”

“Next time,” you say. Asmo beams. You’re still holding the leash, but Asmo is more leading you around now - like a dog, overeager to run ahead of its owner.

The thought makes you smile, though you think Asmo is more a bunny than a dog.

He helps you out of the harness and slowly pulls out the toy. You’re oversensitive and even as careful as Asmo is, can’t help but buck your hips.

“I hope you know it’s so hard for me to be this close and not eat you out or fuck you with the toy,” Asmo whines from his knees, putting the harness and both dildos into a little bag you assume is for “used” items.

“You’re being very good, Asmo,” you sigh and he beams. You roll your eyes and reach to unclip the leash, but he shies away. “Asmo?”

“Can I keep it on? Just for the shower, please?” He bats his eyelashes at you.

“Is it okay to get wet?” you ask on reflex before realising it’s a stupid question for something designed for use during sex. “Sure, but don’t slip and choke yourself.”

Asmo gives you a smile that says he really wouldn’t mind a little choking.

The shower is good and warm and big enough for you to stand in without touching each other if you wanted - instead, of course, Asmo is stuck to your side. He “helps” you get clean, and you help him.

You wrap yourself in a towel and go to dry Asmo off when you glance at your DDD for the first time in hours. There are a series of messages and missed calls, all seeming to stem from one angry brother.

It’s 3am.

Lucifer set a curfew for one at the latest.

“We’re screwed,” you whisper.

“Hopefully!” Asmo quips, unhelpfully.

You consider your options, and ultimately decide that another half hour won’t make much difference. You don’t rush your actions as you use the hair dryer on Asmo - diffused and at the lowest setting, per his request.

You really, really hope the sex was worth whatever Lucifer is going to punish you with.

You know, at least, that Asmo is worth that and more.

#obey me yandere #dom reader #sub obey me #obey me asmodeus #yandere bros #yandere asmodeus #cw yandere #my writing #asmodeus x reader #fuck it i’m posting

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 3 months

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hi! can i request a fic with jade from twst and a soft dom reader who just treats him like a prince? :) sensual and slow, quickly turning into fast and rough. feel free to ignore this if you dont want to do it!

Hii, of course!! Jade honestly deserves so much love!

Prince (ft.jade)

Warnings: sub!Jade, soft!dom!reader, gn!reader, anal penetration, no explicit genital description, but a word cock is used for reader, handjob, praise kink

a/n: characters are depicted as 18+ y/o

As your hands slide up his pale skin, you take in every sigh, every gasp and moan of pleasure that leaves his mouth. His hair scattered on the pillow, trembling hands find purchase on your shoulders.

"So beautiful," You leave a kiss on his hip, catching his gaze with yours. He shakes his head, "No? You don't think so, Jade? Seems, I'm not convincing you enough. Whatever do I do?"

Your fingers trace shapes on his delicate skin, causing a knot of arousal in Jade's stomach to almost burst. He still can't get used to how keen you are on treating him like a prince.

"Let me prepare you first, and then I'll show you just how perfect you are and how much I love you, dear," but before you can reach for lube, Jade grabs your wrist, eyes never meeting yours.

Hm? Oh.

"My, my! Don't tell me you already did that yourself?" Jade throws you an unimpressed look, before flashing a toothy grin your way. Damn, this eel. You mirror his smile, before kissing your way up his body, stopping at his lips.

"Tell me, if you want to stop. Anytime, and I'll stop, no questions asked," Jade steals a kiss from you, giving you a gentle smile. Not the one he uses in public, tainted with ulterior motives and a sadistic glint of his eyes. No, this one's genuine, filled with love and affection.

"I know you will. I trust you," You share one more kiss, bodies pressed to each other. Jade sneaks his hand between you, wrapping it around your dicks, "Hurry, I need you."

"Tsk, aren't you impatient tonight?" You sit back, grabbing a bottle of lube and pouring the liquid over your cock. You align yourself with his entrance, catching his eyes in a silent question. He nods, and you slide your dick inside, still taking time for him to adjust.

When Jade gives a green light, you start moving with a slow and steady pace. A sigh leaves eel's lips, but you're not sure if it's a sigh of relief or frustration, given how Jade attempts to hide his face in a pillow. You continue your snail pace, knowing full well it's not satisfying enough.

"[Name], please! It's not enough, move faster," You fight a smirk, as Jade moves his hips, fucking himself on your cock. As much as you want to tease him, you decide to take mercy.

Hooking one of his legs on your shoulder, you lean close to his body, plunging yourself in and out of him. Sudden change steals Jade's breath away, as his insides clench around you. Nails dig in your flesh, drawing lines of red.

Jade throws his head back, uncontrollable mess of mess and begs leaving his open mouth freely. It's almost comical, seeing Jade's composed and calm demeanor crumble the moment your dick is inside him. It makes you wonder what would make him lose his composure in public, but you'll your guesses for another day.

"[Name]! Gh– C-Cum!"

"You wanna cum? It's okay, dear, you can cum anytime," It's enough for Jade to bring his hand to his aching dick, pumping his fist on it. It doesn't take much longer for him to finish, stripes of semen spilling on his hand and stomach.

"Good job, Jade," you praise him through his orgasm, keeping him grounded the whole time. Once he's calmed down, you clean him with a wet cloth and making him drink water.

It's tiring to keep up the mysterious facade all day, but a loving night of you treating him like prince after is certainly worth Jade's pretends.

#sub!character #sub!twisted wonderland #sub!twst #sub!jade leech #dom!gn!reader #gn!reader #jade leech smut #jade leech #twisted wonderland #twst

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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pt IX good omens on livestream, i'm not ok: S1E4

You did it, Good Omens fandom, my dear maggots. You broke me in every way. Now I'm here, and where I once spent my day peacefully being sad about normal things, I'm now sad about a random fact about nightingales I learned on a British ornithology site and this is just... the brainrot. It's real. Raise brainrot awareness. Prevention is better than the nonexistent cure.

Well, I've procrastinated this post by like 48 hours by drawing fanart and being mopey over Crowley and generally being asleep because I'm still on antibiotics and ill. So let us not procrastinate further. First, episode 4. Tally, hoes!

In preparation for the stream, I gathered two emotional support oranges, only one of which was gaseous, and an apple. This was so that rather than waste an orange on being gay for Crowley I'd use the apple for that, symbolic of his temptation in the Garden of Eden etc. I didn't know how badly this plan would go.

On Discord, our collective loins girded, I noticed with no small suspicion that everyone was muttering about the bookshop and whether I'd be okay. When I demanded frantically what happened to the bookshop (I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS IN S2) everyone shut up and told me the bookshop was in tiptop shape and it was all tickety-boo and nothing would happen at all in episode 5.

Spoiler alert it is not all tickety-boo.

We start with Aziraphale going for a jog to keep uh fit for exercising with Crowley, and he is interrupted by Gabriel, who is not Jimbriel, and is not naked, that is, we cannot see his arse yet, but we can see that he is an arse.

We then see not-Newt the deliveryman with his wife Maude and they are the only straight couple that the people on the chat care about. Calling him not-Newt is going to pose problems for me.

Crowley is being a smart baby, and researching astronomy. Poor Crowley. I love Crowley. Do you understand? I LOVE CROWLEY.

There is a lot of talk of spoons and forks and such innuendos. I make a joke about scissors being missing. The chat does not notice. I am disappointed in the gays.

I am so engrossed in the way Death says "deeAaaAAthHHhh" that I fail to notice Not-Newt get killed delivering a message to Death. This is going to pose problems for me.

I forgot about the apocalypse plotline till the horsepeople arrive. This is understandable. I care not for this 'world' ending, my new world is Crowley. I love Crowley.

Duck aliens fucking descend. This is not a joke. There are duck aliens, and they are supportive of trans people. Newt does not count their nipples.

The Shad guy doesn't care Newt found aliens. He is upset that Newt didn't find witches. If Shad was mowing his lawn and found gold, he would toss it aside because he is focused on mowing. I can respect that. People make jokes about Newt eventually finding a witch.

It is suddenly a Christopher Nolan movie. Someone corrects me and says it's more like Jerry Bruckheimer. I do not know what that is.

Someone says Crowley destroys the Bentley but for whatever reason, like a lot of people before, makes it a black box that you have to click to read. I don't mind that, I like clicking.

Aziraphale bought out a theatre for Crowley, like a Kdrama where the rich CEO buys out an entire theatre for his working class girl.

Adam goes through what I went through with OCD. It is not fun.

It is now a horror movie. Adam floats in the air. That was not a symptom I had with OCD.

Crowley asks Aziraphale to run away with him to the stars. Aziraphale says no. Crowley is upset and my baby Azi looks so sad and confused about everything he believes in. Great. I'm totally fine, I think as I start stuffing my emotional support orange into my mouth.

It is now a Home Alone movie. Crowley in gloves is sexy. Mmmmmmm yes. Crowley does great advertising for plant spray bottles as he murders and threatens demons.

I point out that the GO book says Crowley can do "weird things with his tongue" as I learned from the GO scent guide company page. It was after all the most relevant take-away from that page.

Disco Tony arrives. This is not a safe space.

AZIRAPHALE KEEPS TRYING TO DO THE RIGHT THING AND IS FAILED BY HEAVEN LEAVE MY BABY AZI ALONE WTF GO AWAY. THE ANGELS WALL SLAM HIM TOO. THAT'S CROWLEY'S THING YOU BASTARDS.

Newt and Anathema are cute. I DON'T NOTICE BECAUSE IM SO UPSET HE'S CHEATING ON MAUDE AND WONDERING WHY THE CHAT IS OKAY WITH IT BECAUSE I AM A FOOL WHO CONTINUES TO MIX UP NEWT WITH NOT-NEWT AND THEN THE CHAT TELLS ME NOT-NEWT DIED AND I'M CONFUSED.

Newt and Anathema are having sex. As an aspec person, I am very alarmed at the visuals.

Azi is failed by heaven and the metatron. Shocker. Fucking get away from Azi. Azi is miserable and looks like he wants to cry.

AZI IS EXORCISED AND THE FUCKING FLAME CATCHES IN THE BOOKSHOP AND THE EPISODE ENDS.

TAKE MY PAIN MOTHERFUCKERS. I WILL POST THIS AND THEN WRITE THE EP5 PART.

#good omens #good omens mascot #good omens fandom #crowley #weirdly specific but ok #lgbtqia #aziraphale #asmi #neil gaiman #aziracrow #good omens spoilers #ineffable fandom #ineffable husbands #good omens summary #ineffably queer #go s1 #good omens 1 #go s1 ep4

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phopollo · 3 months

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Okay feel free to ignore this but I saw ur requests post and can I be REALLY fucking self indulgent and ask for a Lauren doodle…… if not that is okay ‼️‼️ for the record ur art is so cute <3 have a wonderful day

HEY NOW

THATS CHEATING

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SURPRISE YOU WITH FANART OF YOUR OC IF YOU JUST ASK ME TO DRAW HER?

I actually don't know very much about Lauren

I haven't been in the fandom for very long and reading is really hard for me so I don't usually read fics

But from what little I do know about her

She seems like the kind of person I could butter up by telling her how big and strong she is, only to then pathetically ask her to help me get the cap off of a juice bottle, and she'd do it

Feel free to correct me on that though askdhd

(I hope it's alright, I gave her the same eyebrow shape I use for Hilda & Johanna, I could only find the ref of her that was in the show style akdnskd)

#giving her a big kiss #she seems like a very fun addition to the family #hilda #hilda netflix #hilda series #hilda the series #hilda oc #hilda lauren #lauren hilda

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robinsno1lesbian · 1 year

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Beth beth beth imagine neighbor!robin (pre them getting together) finding readers diary like somewhere in their house (or maybe reader slept over at robins and left it there) and being like “oh😏😏” and she reads a very detailed fantasy of readers about her….-🍓

older!neighbor!robin x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1746

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), robin reading through your diary without your permission, explicit drawings, face riding, (mutual?) masturbation, not proofread as always

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this has been in my inbox for way too long, my apologies for that ml!! <3 i hope this makes up hehe

robin knows how wrong this is. but how could she ever stop herself? how could she, when the sweet little notebook is right there, forgotten beneath her desk? how could she, when the swirled letters of your name look all so inviting on the very first page? she runs her index over each curve of the shape of your name, exhaling softly. she can feel the places where you must've applied more pressure with the pen, leaving it imprinted on the paper. robin knows how wrong this is, and she still can't help herself. ever since she moved in, she had an eye on you. so it delighted her to figure out that you wanted her too.

now she wants to know more. robin has seen you with that notebook many times, always writing little somethings in it when you think no one is looking. yet she always is. part of her has waited for you to forget it so that she could get a glance inside, though she never actually expected that to happen. until the moment she saw it beneath the table. you must have dropped it on your way out the last time you had been at her house, robin concludes. at first, she put it on top of her notes and books on the table. "i'm gonna return it tomorrow" is what she told herself. "now it's too late for that anyway" but she didn't return it the next day. or the day after that. it has now been 5 days of you, desperately searching for your diary, while robin eyes it whenever she walks past her table. the night of the 5th day is when she can't keep her hands to herself anymore. it's a particularly hot night, the temperatures hardly dropping even after the sun has set. that must be why robin can't sleep, she reasons. definitely not because of the book that's still sitting on her table. she tosses and turns, already stripped out of everything but her boxers due to the heat. it still seems too hot somehow. robin moans in annoyance and wipes her bags away from her sweaty forehead. that's when her gaze falls upon the diary.

it seems even more tempting like this, in the pale moonlight. fuck it, she thinks, might as well...

she throws her legs over the edge of the bed and walks over to the desk, but reaches for the water bottle first. she takes a couple of gulps from the lukewarm water, her eyes never leaving the object of her desire. robin splashes some of the water against her face too, as if this would help her think this over again. but the decision is made. it has been made the moment she found it. with a grin, she grabs it and jumps back onto the bed. the whole diary seems to have the scent of your sweet perfume on it and she inhales deeply. the first couple of pages don't catch her attention. of course they're sweet, and reading through your description of your days makes her heart flutter, but it is not quite what she had hoped for. after some more flipping through it, something does tach her attention. the date gives way that you must've written it shortly after she moved in next door which makes it even more interesting. a smile creeps up robin's face as her eyes flicker over the words. the way you described your reaction to seeing her in that muscle shirt. "i have never felt this way before", you wrote in dark blue ink. "i didn't even...think it was possible to feel this way for another woman." those lines are followed by an in-depth description of robin's body, of her muscles, and the way they glistened under the sun. she can't help herself but chuckle at the little sexuality crisis she has given you before going to the next page, dated just a couple of days after the other one. her eyes widen when she spots drawings of her body all over the paper. you must have drawn her while she was doing work in her garden, without catching her attention. she tries to imagine your sweet face all scrunched up in concentration while watching her from your window, capturing each movement of hers in your little notebook. robin shifts on her sheets as she examines the pages, your drawing varying from little sketches up to detailed drawings. there are some of her upper body and some that just show her hands in a variety of different positions. robin lets her index wander over the precise lines and exhales shakily. you have captured her to a point that mesmerizes your unknowing muse. she wonders what had been on your mind while you watched her. she wonders if you already knew that you wanted her to fuck you at that time. she grins to herself as she continues flipping through it. as she goes on, she comes across more explicit, more vulgar phrases and even whole pages. it seems to her, that you figured out your sexuality throughout the pages of this very diary that she is holding now. the written words, as well as the drawings, become much more intimate than they are in their beginning. one particular page catches her attention. robin inhales sharply at the detailed fantasy that fills the entire two pages that follow. "holy shit" she breathes, while she reads about all the different ways you want her to fuck you. she wonders what happened that caused this 180-degree turn of your demeanor. but she doesn't really need to know. not when she has this. when she has the words on paper, a bit smeared every now and then and obviously written with a shaky hand, but proof of your want. it's rather harmless at first, a sweet description of lips on lips and tongues in each other's mouths. and suddenly it's so much more.

suddenly it's hands wandering and exploring, mostly on robin's end really. suddenly it's her head between your thighs and her tongue buried inside you. it's her hands on your thigh and it's the way you describe you want for her. and it doesn't end there. it's her fingers between your shaking legs, it's her palms grounding you down while you sit on her face, hips rolling eagerly. robin is taken aback entirely but she can't stop herself now. she also can't stop her own hand from sneaking into her boxers while she reads your dirty words. she exhales long and audibly when she feels her arousal on her fingers, wanting nothing more than for you to suffocate her by sitting on her face like you described in your diary. robin really can't stop herself anymore when her index moves down to her entrance, where the wetness is pooling, only waiting for her to do something about it. she takes another breath and her eyelids flutter shut as she lets her imagination wander. and all she can think about is you... ⋆

'fuck' your cry of pleasure sends a wave of heat straight down to her own center. 'fuck robin i need you' you try to hold your moans in but they come out anyway, louder and louder the more she's touching you. but, god, your moans are like fuel to the fire that's already burning within her. it makes her want you even more. she growls and spins you around so that she is no longer just eating you out. she is, of course, still lapping between your thighs, taking in each and every drop of arousal that you hold within you. but it's much more than just that now. your eyes are wide in surprise, which only spurs robin on to fuck her tongue deeper between your wet folds. you grab the headboard that is right in front of you now and shily grind your hips down into her mouth.

'oh- oh god-' the bed creaks underneath the weight of both of your bodies and the friction from your rocking hips. this, you quickly decide, is paradise. "just like that" robin mumbles and you wonder how she can even get the words out like that. but you don't care as long as she keeps praising you for what you're doing. and of course, she does so much more than that. her palms quickly find your ass and pull your whole weight down onto her mouth. your hand comes flying to cover up the obscene noise that this gesture draws from your lips and all of this while you can feel your orgasm fast approaching in your lower abdomen. 'fuck robin I'm gonna- I'm gonna-' your words are like heaven to her and she chuckles up into your cunt while mustering somewhat of a nod. 'cum for me pretty girl- fuck- cum for me' ⋆

you don't know what has interrupted your sleep. one second you're peacefully asleep, and the next your eyes fly open and consciousness creeps through you. the heat in your room is all-consuming and your sweat-soaked blanket feels heavy upon your body.

you groan audibly before you throw it aside and give the clock on your bedside table a quick glance: 03.30am. you move through your room and push the curtains aside to let some fresh air in. just when you're about to go back to bed, you notice the light that is on in the room across the street. robin's room. but not just that. the scene in front of your eyes seems like one straight out of a fantasy of yours and you actually pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming. the woman is spread out on her bed, legs bent at the knees. she's in nothing but her boxers, the heat must've made her do it. but that's all irrelevant, nothing but white noise to what has actually gotten your attention: one of her hands is buried between her legs, her hips rolling against it at a rapid pace. her others, whatsoever, holds an object that you've been searching for desperately for the past 5 days. your jaw practically drops at the way she is fucking herself to the words you have written on the paper. you want to be embarrassed, you really do, but how could you when this is what they do to her. "oh my god" you whisper. hidden by the darkness of your surroundings, you move your own hand into your shorts to copy her movements, eyes rolling back almost immediately.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #older!robin buckley #older!neighbor!robin x reader #older!neighbor!robin buckley #neighbor!robin x reader #robin buckley smut #robinsno1lesbian drabbles

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