#also what the fuck are Mercy's wings like what

[aluciahaz]

Sub Adam smut pleasepleasepleaspelalslePLEASEPLEASE i NEED that dickhead to be put in his place I am BEGGING (fem reader<3)

my favorite genre is putting adam in his place 🤝 also how do writers make text yellow on mobile all i could find was orange 💀

know your place

— adam x f!reader

—includes : pegging, crying, begging, bondage, edging, bottom!adam, dom!fem reader

he’s pathetic.

adam, the first man, seemed more like an annoying bird than an angel as he kept boasting about his status and yapping about his dumb stories. how could someone so renowned as him be such a brat?

it was clear he needed some training.

and if no one was going to teach him on how to shut up, you’ll do it yourself.

“mfph—! mmmh!”

adam’s incomprehensible whines sounded better than any foolish joke he’d try and tell you.

his mouth was covered, his hands were bound, and his eyes were blinded with the fabric ripped off of his ostentatious clothes.

the tears stemming from his woeful desperation soaked into the makeshift blindfold, but still streamed down his face like a weak river. the way his mouth quivered around the spit-covered cloth was so pathetic that it was almost endearing.

almost.

if only he wasn’t such a dick all the time, maybe you’d have some more empathy.

his body is trembles as he arches his back again, a loud cry leaving his restrained mouth once more as you drive your strap inside of him, constantly hitting the spot that made him feel like he was in heaven. or well, another heaven.

the vibrator on his tip certainly was helping him feel like he was ascending too.

although, unfortunately for him, the cock ring stopped him from truly meeting god. or maybe lucifer, considering how sinful this all was.

his wings would flail beneath him like a caught dove, flapping and batting against the soft bedsheets every time he got close.

which of course, you’d follow it up by slowing down both the vibrator and your hips.

it made him wail every time, slamming the back of his head down onto the pillow as he begged for you to let him come.

but how would you know? you couldn’t hear any words coming from his mouth.

“i didn’t quite catch that, what did you say?”

“mphf—mm!! mh—hm—hmm!”

he couldn’t speak even if he didn’t have the fabric between his lips. his mind was thoroughly melted, swirling with only thoughts of you and the pleasure he was experiencing. there was no way he could possibly be coherent.

the night keeps going like this. adam, the self-proclaimed best playboy around heaven, getting absolutely ruined by a woman. his weary moans and frail keens fell onto deaf ears. his begging, simply incomprehensible as you show him how weak he was under your touch. he doesn’t know how long it’s been, but surely too long!

too bad you don’t think so.

later, you finally pull off the makeshift gag after what you deem is enough time for him to remember that he’s just a feeble man when it comes to you. that you were the one who truly had the power around here.

“PLEASE! please—please please oh, fuck please—!” his voice would fray as it got higher, drool slipping down his bottom lip as he pleaded.

“please what?”

“plea—please…ha, lemme cum—ngh!” he grits his teeth as you thrust particularly roughly, raising the speed of the vibrator as you do so. it drives him insane, your cruelty.

“no.”

you could only describe his sound as a guttural scream, crying for you, his true goddess, to let him cum. it reeks of desperation, his writhing, his now jumbled mess of begging, his now breaking spirit.

he’s yours, yours, yours.

he doesn’t even realize he’s saying it out loud.

“i’m sorry—i’m sorryi’msorryi’msorry—PLEASE!” he whines, hoping that you’d take mercy on someone like him.

and finally, you do.

you were a kind angel after all, unlike him.

you rip the blindfold off of him, welcomed with his perfectly debauched face before lifting his legs over your shoulders—he really was flexible!—and taking the cock ring off, reveling in his beautifully demolished state.

“what do you say?”

“THANK YOU! thankyouthankyooou—fuckfuck FUCK!” he sucked in a breath before a long drawn out cry tumbles past his cracking lips, and for once, you like what’s coming out of his mouth.

with your word, adam finds his release, falling from his already corrupted grace. his eyes roll back like he’s died once more, his body, once so animated and jumpy, now stiff for a brief second as he rides his high.

you grab his chin, forcing him to look at you with that glazed over look in his eyes. you don’t even know if he can see you, but the action alone made him groan weakly in response.

“know your place.” you say, releasing his chin.

adam, once so full of himself, nods in agreement, sniffling as he tries to stop his crying.

a lesson well done, you think.

sorry if the words get repetitive ive been having headaches the past few days 😭 ill pull out my thinking cap soon

tags— @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx

#hazbin hotel #sub hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel dom reader #sub adam #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #dom reader #bottom adam

[a-hazbin-reader]

Oooo Vox! How about Vox with a unnaturally unlucky SO? And it's always been like that and how they died as well!

(Also calling Vox their lucky charm and how he's the most luck they ever had and needed)

Man Y/N really is unlucky landing Vox as a S/O-

I'M JOKING I LOVE THIS

Vox X Reader Headcanons

���️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Second hand embarrassment for Y/N, Valentino being harmed

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not Y/N accidentally getting placed in Hell because of some unlucky mix up-

When you first told Vox you were unlucky, he didn't really believe you and just thought you were being dramatic

And sure you've had a few bad luck incidents that he's seen but nothing that really stands out to him

It's not until he's in a relationship with you that he realizes you weren't fucking joking around when you said it

You really are unlucky

In just a day you've somehow managed to trip and ruin one of Velvette's outfits and completely disfigure her model

You caught Valentino's wings on fire while trying to make a sandwich and when you went to put it out you made it worse by throwing oil on him

Good

You broke four of Vox's cameras, five of his stage lights and broke his chair all while he was live

And all that doesn't even begin to cover the mayhem you caused just last week

Somehow you keep running into Alastor and that's a whole headache in itself

You stress him out so much that if he had hair it would be white and falling out of his head

But Vox will be damned if you aren't just the most precious thing in his life, you're too adorable to get rid of

No matter how much trouble you are to keep

You're so fucking adorable Vox isn't letting you go

Whenever he starts to feel himself getting irritated with you, he just looks at your apologetic face and melts

"Sorry Vox...I guess I just need to stick closer to my lucky charm next time, huh?"

Fuck he loves you

"Just-get over here and hold still!"

Keeps you in his lap because it's the only way to keep you from causing trouble with your horrible bad luck

Not at all because he loves having you close and because his heart skips a few beats when you lean into him or because you smell so perfect-

"Vox? Your screen is all hot and glitchy...are you alright?"

He's fine, babe

Honestly can't get enough of you and genuinely believes he can keep your unlucky nature at bay if he keeps you with him at all times

You managed to trip and toss a dozen fragile, expensive things into the air???

Don't worry, Vox is scrambling to catch them all in a hilariously cartoonish manner

You got lost and now Alastor is contacting him and telling Vox to come get his curse out of Alastor's hotel??

Vox will be there and won't even start a fight, the hotel has been beaten up enough by you and your bad luck as it is

He's kinda proud of you for that one tho

He can't even be mad, it's so obvious that some supernatural force is out to get you

There's no way you're just naturally this unlucky

And he can't just dump you, no matter what Valentino says, fuck him

If he dumps you then you'll be at the mercy of your unluck and nobody will be around to save you

And Vox wants to be the one who saves you, he wants you to depend on him more than anything else

Whenever he sees the grateful look on your face after he bails you out of trouble he's reminded of how much he loves you all over again

Can't resist the urge to take you into his arms and rub his face screen on you, no he won't put you down

With him around to clean up your messes, maybe he really is your good luck charm

Vox really starts to believe it

But then your bad luck strikes again and his migraine is back

Good luck charm his ass

I REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE 💗

#vox x reader #vox hazbin x reader #vox hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

•EVEN MORE THE BLUE EYE SAMURAI INCORRECT QUOTES•

Reader: Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch.

Taigen: Some times I whine like a big Bitch!

Ringo: Do you think when Butterflies are in love that they feel human's in their stomach?

Reader: Ringo! What the fuck!

Reader: • • •_-• - / ... - •_• •_• -.-

Mizu: What is that

Reader: Remorse Code.

Mizu: I am even angery now.

Reader: Hey Mizu, what are you eating?

Mizu: A family sized bag of sweets.

Reader...that's not family sized....that's regular sized....

Mizu:Everything is family sized when you dont have a family.

Reader: *whispering* Mizu...nOo

Reader: *Laying in bed* Do you think birds get sad for not having arms?

Mizu: Well do you get sad for not having wings?

Reader: *Choke up* Every single day.

Taigen: If I say I love you will you say it back?

Reader: Yes

Taigen: I love you

Reader: It back

*Five Minutes later*

Mizu: Why is Taigen sobbing face down on the floor?

Reader: I wish I could block people in real life.

Akemi: Restraining order

Mizu: Murder

Reader: What are you five?

Taigen: Yea! Five head's taller than you.

Reader:

Taigen:

Reader:

Taigen:....Please don't kill me.

Mizu: Are you high?

Reader: Am I what?

Mizu: High?

Reader: Hello.

Taigen: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think.

Reader: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

Mizu: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Reader: It was me...

Mizu: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Reader: Why are you on the floor?

Mizu: I’m depressed.

Mizu: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ringo, please

Taigen: I guess I’m just a bad person.

Reader: Nah, you’re not a bad person. You’re a terrific person. You’re my favourite person. But sometimes you can be a real cunt

Reader: Hey Mizu?

Mizu, internally: There they are. My favorite person in the world, the love of my life. Fuck I just want to stare at them and hold them and kiss them for the rest of my life—

Mizu: What the FUCK do you want?

Akemi staring at Reader: “You look like an angel.”

Reader who wasn’t paying attention: “What?”

Akemi: “I said you look ugly at every angle.”

Mizu *screeching*: YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!

Reader: wh-

Mizu: YOU’RE ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE!

Reader:why are you screaming??

Mizu: BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF! IT HELPS TO YELL SENTIMENTAL THINGS IN AN AGRESSIVE TONE!

Reader: I-

Mizu: I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Ringo: Wow, it’s a barren featureless wasteland out there isn’t it?

Reader: … Ringo, try turning the map around.

Reader: You’re mad at me.

Mizu: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

Reader: Oh, come on. Everyone knows that’s worse

Mizu: Don’t worry, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.

Reader: The power to believe in myself?

Mizu: No, a Sword.

Mizu: Stab them.

Reader: Don’t kill me, I have a wife

Assassin: I don’t care about that

Reader: That wasn’t a plea for mercy, that was a warning

Mizu kicking the door down: You called, love?

Reader: Here you are, Mizu. Nice hot cup of tea.

Mizu: …It’s cold.

Reader: Nice cup of tea.

Mizu: It’s horrible.

Reader: Cup of tea.

Mizu: I’m not even sure it is tea.

Reader: Cup.

Reader: You need to react when people cry.

Mizu: I did, I rolled my eyes.

Reader: Gotta love knitting needles, I can make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab someones eyes out, I can make mittens.

Akemi: What was that middle part?

Reader: I can make a hat?

Mizu: How much sleep did you get?

Reader: Eight.

Mizu: Hours?

Reader: Minutes. God! Taigen, would you shut the fuck up?

Taigen*Fixing his hair*: What the fuck? I didn’t even say anything!

Taigen: how come you’ve been abnormally nice to me lately?

Reader what do you mean?

Taigen: you just seem nicer than usual

Mizu: They can punch you in the face if you want.

Fowler: I could kill you if I wanted.

Reader: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Akemi: Did you really have to stab him?

Reader: You weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me.

Akemi: And what did he say?

Reader: "What are you gonna do? Stab me?"

Mizu, nodding: That's fair.

Akemi: NO!

Reader: *Screams*

Taigen: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Ringo: Should we do something?

Mizu: No, I want to see who wins.

Ringo:Let's speak about our talents.

Ringo:...I'll start, I like to cook.

Akemi: I'm good at languages.

Reader: I'm good instruments.

Mizu: I'm good at killing people.

Reader: *Does something stupid*

Mizu: What an absolute fucking idiot.

Mizu: I can't believe I would die for them.

#taigen #taigen x reader #taigen x you #ringo #mizu x reader #mizu x you #mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #Akemi #akemi x reader #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes x reader

[girlgenius1111]

can she make you feel like i do?

Jealous Leila O as promised!!!! smut. this is just smut.

italics are spanish

18+. rougher sex. use of a safe word. aftercare though :) lmk if you like it!

You knew your girlfriend to be a mildly possessive person, but she'd never been weird about your friends. Something about Katie must have really pissed her off for her to act the way she did.

You and Leila saw each other a fair amount, with her playing for city and you playing for arsenal. It was your first season at the club, and she knew how nervous you'd been. Moving from Liga F to England was a big change, and she'd played a huge role in helping you adjust.

So had Katie, to be fair. Arsenal was truly like a family, and Katie had taken you under her wing, made sure you fit in and felt safe and comfortable.

The night before you were set to play man city, you'd gone out with some of the girls and Leila. You were smushed in between her and Katie, and you found yourself paying more attention to Katie than you were to Leila. It wasn't intentional; Leila was less comfortable with english than you were, especially around people she'd just met, so she was quieter than normal.

You hadn't realized it had bothered her until you felt her hand grab yours under the table, holding tightly. You broke off your conversation with the Irish woman, and turned to your girlfriend.

"Are you okay, baby?" you asked quietly, sensing the anxiety radiating off of the older woman.

"They speak really fast." She said quietly. You looked at her closer, and saw that she wasn't just slightly anxious, but a little angry. You knew there was more she wasn't telling you, but you didn't want to push in front of your friends. Instead, you smiled at her sympathetically, squeezing her hand.

"We can go soon, okay?" You promised, and she nodded, not letting go of your hand. For the rest of the meal, you made more of a effort to bring her into the conversations, and she seemed to get a little more comfortable. You didn't fully understand what she was so upset about until you arrived back to your apartment, where she was staying while she was in town.

"What's up with you and Mccabe," she asked quietly, once you'd climbed into bed and turned the lights off. You shifted in her arms to face her, realizing what the problem was. It was dark, so you couldn't really make out her expression, but you could tell her jaw was clenched, and she wasn't looking at you.

"Is that what you were so upset about?" You questioned. She nodded her head jerkily. You weren't used to this; Leila was a very secure person, and you'd never really seen her this upset before over something so trivial. You placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her head to look at you. "Katie is just a friend, my love. She's been really helpful since I got here, really looked out for me. And she's with Caitlin. Besides, why would I want her when I have you?" You said, rubbing your thumb lightly across her cheek.

She looked relieved, and like she was blushing from your last comment, as she buried her head in your hair.

"Okay. I'm sorry, I trust you, I just got nervous." She pressed a light kiss to your neck, and you settled back against her, thinking the issue was resolved.

-----

The thing was, there were two Leila's. Sweet and kind Leila, who brought you flowers and liked nothing more than to have you lay directly on top of her while watching TV. There was also football Leila, aggressive Leila, who showed her opponents no mercy. Both of these sides of her melded beautifully together to create someone who sometimes would slowly, achingly take you to pieces, and other times, would fuck you until you could barely breathe.

It had been a bit since you and Leila had seen each other, and although you didn't have sex the night before the game, it was unspoken that you would be going directly back to your apartment once the game was over. You pushed these thoughts out of your head, though, focusing on the task at hand.

For the next 90 minutes, Leila was not your girlfriend, but your opponent, and you needed to play accordingly. You both managed it well, getting through the first half with no incidents. You were halfway through the second half when things started to escalate.

Alanna Kennedy had tackled you late, leaving you sprawled on the grass. You were fine, the air had just been knocked out of you, so you took a second to regain your breath. Katie appeared at your side, ever protective.

"You alright there mate?" She asked shooting a glare at Alanna as she the Australian patted you on the shoulder, walking by.

"Good. Just need a sec." You said, rather breathlessly. Katie nodded, remaining at your side until you were ready to stand up. You took her outstretched hand and got to your feet. You only saw Leila once you'd stood up. You'd completely missed how she'd begun to come over to you and help you up, before Katie beat her there. You'd missed how she watched with a furrowed brow as you talked quietly with Katie, as she helped you up.

You caught her eye, where she was standing with her arms crossed halfway across the pitch. You mistook her jealously for worry, and sent her a thumbs up. Her face didn't change as the game resumed.

You didn't realize Leila was upset, again, until a few minutes later. She'd gone completely for Katie's legs, her own feet nowhere even near the ball. Katie clutched her ankle, swearing loudly, as you ran over.

"Leila!" You scolded, almost forgetting where you were for a second. You bent down, resting a hand on Katie's back, and Leila scoffed at you. You looked back up at her, shocked that she was behaving this way during a game. She turned to walk away, ignoring the yellow card from the ref. You helped Katie to her feet, and she grumbled after the retreating form of your girlfriend.

"Some girl you got there, y/n." Katie remarked.

"She gets jealous." You said shortly, wanting to put your focus back on the game. You managed to do so, none of the three of you getting into anymore tousles.

The game ended in a draw, and as you waited outside the visitors locker room for Leila, you couldn't help but be a little annoyed with her. But if you were a little annoyed, Leila was fuming. She didn't know what it was about Katie McCabe around you that made her so upset, but she couldn't help it. And then, instead of understanding why she was upset, you yelled at her on the pitch, and helped Katie up. Look, Leila knew she was being ridiculous. She didn't really care.

This was evident when she stomped out of the locker room, grabbing your hand in hers and tugging you wordlessly to the car. You followed after her, a little shocked at the turn of events, but you weren't going to say no.

The car ride home was tense, with Leila not speaking a word to you. It was evident that she was upset, and honestly, so were you. You weren't sure what kind of mad Leila was gonna come out, though. Angry Leila who wouldn't speak to you, except to say goodnight, or angry Leila who had plans to rail you into next week the moment you stepped into your apartment.

You got your answer, though, when you shut the door to you apartment, and Leila was suddenly behind you, breathing down your neck, arms wrapped possessively around your waist.

"Strip and get on the bed." She breathed into your ear. You wanted to stay mad at her, but it had been so long since she'd had her way with you, that you simply nodded, and followed her instructions.

You lay on the bed, naked, waiting for your girlfriend to come into the room. She took her time, and by the time you heard her footsteps padding into the room, you were wet at the thought of all the things your girlfriend was about to do to you. She walked in slowly, taking in the sight of you. She didn't say anything, just walked to stand right by your body, trailing a finger across the bruise blooming on your thigh, from the hit you took during the game.

For a second, you saw concern wash over Leila's face, and it remained when she looked up at you.

"You tell me if you need to stop?" She questioned, voice softer than before.

"Yes," you replied, trying to keep your own voice even as Leila's intense gaze met your own. As soon as the words left your mouth, Leila was on top of you, pressing her lips to yours in a searing kiss, tongue immediately bypassing your lips and jutting into your mouth. You gasped in surprise, but she didn't let up, pressing you down against the mattress, hard. You tried to bring a hand up, and tug her tight ponytail out, but she caught your hand, and shoved it back against the mattress.

"No touching," she hissed, pulling back to speak for only a second, before diving back against you. You tried to keep up, but the feeling of her holding your hands down to the mattress, the way her hips pressed hard against yours, had you gasping for air in between kisses, unable to get enough in through your nose. She kissed you senselessly for a few more minutes, her tongue darting in and out of your mouth.

Leila pulled back, then, and stood next to the bed, quickly taking her own clothes off. She looked up at you as she did, watching your face staring at her with a hunger in your eyes. The defender climbed back on the bed, pushing you down with a hand against your chest, as she lifted herself to hover over your face.

"Make me come," she told you, and you whimpered in response, hooking your arms around her thighs to pull her down. Your tongue flicked out to meet her core, and you go right to work, delighted to find her as wet as you were sure you were. Despite the cold act she was putting on, she wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

You dragged your tongue through her center, circling her clit with it before dipping at back down, pushing into her entrance. She let out little sounds above you, pressing down harder on your face. You repeated the pattern a few times, before focusing on the swollen nub. You took it into your mouth, sucking lightly, before flicking your tongue over it, and Leila moaned loudly, her body jerking at the stimulation.

"Fingers," she instructed, and you didn't waste any time, unlacing your arm from her thigh, and bring it up to tease her dripping cunt with your finger. You knew better than to tease for too long though, and pushed in, pressing along her front wall as you did. You felt her body shift on top of you, but your eyes were closed, so you didn't know what she was doing until you felt her fingers rubbing harsh circles around your clit. You gasped against her, but kept your motions going.

Soon, one finger became two, and you were pumping in and out fast, working her up with your tongue on her as well. Her motions on you were distracting; she'd barely touched you until now, and the sudden stimulation was almost overwhelming. She pressed hard on you, and you tried to hold your legs still as they tensed and twitched.

Thinking that if you got her to come, she'd let you, you added a third finger, curling them just right against her, rapidly flicking your tongue over her clit. It didn't take much longer until she was coming on your face, leaving quite a mess behind. As she did, though, her fingers withdrew from you, leaving you pressing your thighs together.

She grinded down against your fast as the aftershocks rolled through her, before rolling off of you, and climbing down your body. Before you knew what was happening, and at an impressively fast pace for someone who had just come, she was shoving her face against you, her tongue working in and out of your whole.

"You're dripping. Who is it for, hm? Me? Or her?" she asked against you, the vibrations of her voice sending a wave a pleasure through you. She sounded angry, furious even. You didn't respond, to overcome with the sensation of finally, finally, having her mouth on you. You startled back into the present, though, when she lightly slapped your thigh, prompting a response.

"You, baby, only you"

"Hmm", she replied, bring a hand up to pinch hard at one of your nipples. Your upper body jerked, the pain of it barely being overtaken by the pleasure. She kept moving her mouth against you, tongue lapping at the abundant wetness. Leila's motions were so fast, so perfect, and you had missed her so much. You were nearing the edge, almost humiliatingly fast.

"Close," you managed to gasp out, hands gripping tightly at the comforter. As soon as you spoke, she was pulling away, pressing her hands onto your thighs, leaving you completely without friction.

"No, baby. Leila, please," you whined, eyes opening to look up at her. She was looking down at you with a teasing smile on her face.

"You don't get to come. Not until I say so," Leila told you, pressing her fingers hard into your legs. Leila didn't often edge you, preferring to make you come until you couldn't move, but when she had, it had taken... a long time until she gave in. And this time, you felt even more desperate for her, for the release you knew she could give you. She waited for your breathing to slow, looking down at you almost condescendingly.

This time, she moved back against you achingly slowly, running her fingers along your thighs, skipping over where you needed her. You did your best to hold you body still, once again shutting your eyes. She pressed 2 fingers against you, pushing in. You moaned at the stretch, not used to having her inside of you.

"Open your eyes," she told you, and you blinked them open, your eyes meeting her dark ones. She didn't say anything else, just staring at you as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out.

"Leila," you murmured, not really sure why you were speaking, but so overcome with need for her in that moment, you had to say something.

"I know, you missed me huh? This pussy is dripping for me." she replied, voice slightly mocking. You nodded pathetically, squirming against the bed, hoping your agreement would make her change her mind about your punishment. No such luck, though, as a few minutes later, when your moans increased in volume, and her fingers were sliding in and out rapidly, she pulled out again. You cried out this time, unable to form words as your legs shook beneath her.

You'd normally be able to last longer than this without getting to the point of begging, but you'd missed her touch so much.

"Please, baby I'll do anything, please just let me come," you asked shakily. Leila smirked down at you, keeping her hands pressed against your thighs once again.

"You need me that bad, love?" she questioned, and you nodded frantically. "Tell me again. Tell me how much you need me, and only me."

"Fuck baby, I need you, only you, please, you're the only one who can make me feel this good," you cried, blinking up at her pleadingly. She hummed, looking down at you appraisingly. She let go of your thighs, and you didn't dare move them, as she reached up and tightened her ponytail. You watched her arms flex as she did so, and had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop open.

Her body on full display in front of you, muscles rippling as she worked you to the brink, was almost as stimulating as her touch.

"You beg so nicely for me. One more, then you can come. And once you start, you aren't stopping." she promised and you sighed in relief, not really processing the second part of her sentence. Your face quickly became one of confusion though, as she stepped away from the bed, instead of lowering herself back to your core.

Leila walked to the bedside table, yanking the drawer open and pulling out the harness and dildo. She put it on quickly, walking back over to you. She pulled you by your legs until they were hanging off the side of the bed, and she could easily slide into you from her where she was standing. You propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her expectantly. She reached a hand up to your face, cupping it under your chin.

"Spit," she told you, and you did. You knew she was doing it more for the display of power, to remind you that you'd really do anything she asked, than because she needed the lubrication. Regardless, she stroked the fake cock a few times, coating it in your spit, before pressing the blunt head up against you.

Leila didn't waste anytime, pressing in and bottoming out almost instantly.

"Jesus," you choked out. She fucked you hard, and you did your best to keep watching to take in the image of her. She was holding your legs for leverage, veiny hands on full display. Her abs rippled with every thrust, and her pupils were blown as she looked down at her cock disappearing into you.

"That's right, baby, taking it so well," you knew she wasn't mad at you anymore then, the words for praise increasing the feeling of heat in your lower abdomen. She pushed you right to the edge this time, until you were seriously worried you would finish before she could pull out. She did, though, and you let out a sob, overcome with desperation. You felt a tear run down your cheek, and you lay back, throwing your arms over your face.

"So good for me. Waiting like a good girl," Leila told you, gently rubbing her thumbs in soothing circles over the skin of your legs. "Flip over for me," she instructed, and you rushed to comply, resting on your stomach. Her hands pulled your waist, until you ass was up into the air. She smacked your ass once, grabbing it aggressively , and you whined.

"Alright, I'll fuck you. Come whenever you need to," she said, and you sighed in relief, the side of your face pressed against the mattress. Leila climbed onto the bed, slotting herself in behind you, pushing in slowly this time. Her thrusts remained slow, and you whimpered with need as she failed to speed up right away.

When she did speed up, it was immediate, and her pace was unrelenting. Her hands pulled your hips back to meet her every thrust, and the room was filled with your gasps for air, and the sound of her hips meeting yours. She pushed a hand on your back, making you arch more, and suddenly she was hitting your spot with every thrust. You came almost immediately, crying her name out loudly. She didn't slow, and your first orgasm bled into the second one, until you weren't sure where the first one ended and the second one began.

You had the comforter in a white-knuckled grip, as Leila continued. her breaths were coming faster and faster, and you knew the feeling of the strap pressing against her was getting her closer and closer.

"S-so good, baby, fuck," you stuttered, voice half muffled from where your face pressed into the bed. At your words, Leila shifted, bringing a foot to rest on the bed, and moving one of her hands around your front, to rub at your clit. You saw stars. Her pace somehow increased and she was fucking you even harder, your hips trying to press back into her.

"Come again for me," she told you, and you did, feeling tears spill out of your eyes. As the pleasure from your third orgasm faded, you felt the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation as she rubbed hard circled against your swollen clit, fucking into you as fast as ever. She pressed you right over the edge into your fourth orgasm.

"Leila, my god," you cried out, this one seeming to last longer. Your legs were shaking, and you could barely keep your ass in the air. Leila wasn't showing any signs of stopping though, and you knew she wouldn't unless you said something. The sensations were too much, and you knew if she made you come again, you'd pass out.

"Red, Leila, fuck," you whimpered, reaching a hand back to try to reinforce your message. Leila stilled her movements immediately, bring her hand away from your core to rub your back gently.

"Alright, baby, okay. Can I pull out?" She asked, and you whined, nodding into the bed. You felt her pull out, and you winced at the sensation. She gently rolled you onto your back, before her touch was gone. You knew she was just taking the harness off, but you couldn't help how needy you were, reaching a hand out, needing her touch you again, much differently than you needed it before. Your whole body was trembling, and the tears in your eyes were still leaking out. You felt so good, so so good, that it hurt, in the best way possible.

"Lei," you said, forcing your eyes open to look for your girlfriend. She was climbing back onto the bed with a bottle of water extended to you, and you shook your head, reaching out for her free hand instead.

"I'm here, I've got you," she said, putting the water down and pulling you into her arms. You leaned into her, resting your head in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply.

"Okay?" She asked quietly, her hands rubbing softly at your back. You nodded against her, trying to find words.

"So good, Lei." you replied, sounding so fucked out that Leila chuckled lightly. She pulled back after a moment, and you groaned your complaint.

"Drink some water for me, please," she instructed, and you complied sipping slowly at the drink that she held up to your lips. Your whole body was still unsteady and Leila was practically holding you up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked, concerned at your state.

"Promise, just need a bit," you told her, and she nodded, putting the bottle back down. You nestled back into her arms, pressing light kisses to her bare chest.

"Missed you, so much," you murmured.

"I could tell." she remarked, and you groaned.

"You're too good at that," you said, and she chuckled again.

"Won't apologize for it." she joked.

"I'd never ask you too," you responded, before your tone grew more serious. "Perfect for me. Always," you mumbled, aware that it didn't really match up with your previous phrase, but wanting to make sure she knew there was nothing to worry about.

"I know. Sorry I acted like that," she said. Only post sex Leila could apologize that easily. Every other version of her was far too stubborn to give in so fast.

"I love you, more than football. More than anything." You said, and the unspoken words were there; more than Katie McCabe, you idiot.

"I love you even more than the way you scream my name," she replied cheekily, and you smacked her arm halfheartedly.

"Leila Ouahabi!" You scolded, blushing. You both laughed, and you pulled yourself from her embrace, looking up at her tiredly.

"Help me shower?" You asked, knowing that if you tried to stand on your own, your legs would probably give out.

"Of course," she replied. She'd do anything for you.

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straight up could not figure out how to end that so sorry if it seems abrupt :) hope you enjoyed!!!!

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #leila ouahabi x reader #leila ouahabi

[hemipenal-system]

dragon riders that use mating bonds to pair with their dragons since the creatures are so territorial that they’re aggressive to pretty much everything *but* their mates

no one knows about this except the riders, of course. what would the public say if they knew? humans are so finicky about what they’re allowed to fuck

when a young woman joins them, wanting to serve her king, she trains on a fairly tame dragon before her mentor takes her to an innocent looking stable in the countryside and all but shackles her to some kind of furniture

men she’s never seen before drag out a captive dragon, muzzled and wings bound, to present her. if she’s accepted they’ll mate. if she gets rejected… sacrifices have to be made to win wars, after all.

the dragon is smart enough to know what this is but is still a slave to its instincts. dragons mate for life - it’s never done this before, but it knows how to do it. it mounts the tiny quivering human, driving cocks far too large into her until she’s practically crying and begging her mentor for mercy, assuming this is some sort of punishment.

she only understands when the men drop the chains attached to the dragon’s muzzle and it nuzzles against her, purring softly, and some human instinct lights up in her that tells her this is her dragon.

men who join share rumors. their bravado makes them assume they’ll enjoy the initiation process more than the women do, since they’re the ones doing the fucking.

they quickly change their tune when a dragon three times their size is pinning them down, scaled hips slamming into their own hard enough to shatter a human pelvis as their new mount desperately tries to extract more size from her tiny partner and snarling at them when they can’t give her enough.

they also don’t enjoy their new life partner settling down on them and grooming them eagerly like she would a dragon mate, not understanding at first that human skin is much softer and her rough tongue is sharp enough and strong enough to draw blood.

dragons mate for life, and the bond between dragon and rider needs to be refreshed frequently. once a rider gets used to it, no human could ever satisfy them, not that their mate would let them try anyone else regardless.

#terato #monster fucker #nsft #fantasy nsft #terato blog #monsterfucker #teratophillia #dragon #terato nsft #terato concept

[jeannineee]

Hiii! Can you do a batboys x reader about what would drive the boys ABSOLUTELY FERAL during sex? Lmao im horny love your writing 🫶

Batboys’ turn-ons…

a/n: requests are open!!

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

Rhysand

Dirty talk!!!

Tell him how good feels, how much you love his cock, and it takes everything in him to not come immediately

^^^ he has a praise kink, guaranteed

Eye contact is another thing!!

Keeping your eyes glued to his as you suck him off, or while he fucks you. He goes completely feral.

He has a breeding kink, so If you ask him to come inside of you?

You’re gonna be sore ❤️❤️

Cassian

Give him attitude!! Bait him!!

“Make me.” “Prove it.” “You’re all talk.”

R.I.P to your lower half.

He loooves rough sex. Pulling his hair, digging your nails into his skin.

Also likes when you take control!! Def more submissive than he lets on.

If you touch his wings while you ride him? He turns into a MESS

He def has a praise kink, too.

Something tells me he’d like being called a good boy but don’t quote me

Azriel

Loves when you get desperate

Begging him to touch you

Begging him to let you come

He’s a mean dom, for SURE.

What really turns him on is the trust that you have in him.

The obedience you have, the willingness to do whatever he wants.

The glazed-over look you get when he calls you his “good girl,” or when he tells you how pretty you look with his cock down your throat. Have mercy.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut #smut #acomaf #female reader #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #rhysand x reader #Cassian x reader #rhysand headcanons #azriel headcanons #cassian headcanons #acosf #acowar #acofas

[scekrex]

Would you write for fallen angel Adam? Like readers a sinner and is reassuring Adam that he's still fine af as a demon, he's constantly defending Adam because that's his boo, like fighting for his life levels of 'hear me out' because everyone at the hotel genuinely thinks he's nuts for dating Adam (Charlie you don't understand, the dick is GOOD)

Stick It To The (Wo)Man

pairing: fallen angel!Adam x sinner!male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Ever since Adam had arrived in hell, things were different. Not only between you and him, but also between you and… well pretty much everybody.

When Adam had arrived at the hotel, he had been furious, because how was it possible for the first man, the og dick, the creator of all mankind after Eve to end up in hell? There was simply no fucking way. And yet there he was, sitting on the couch in the lobby, playing on his guitar. With a sigh he dropped his guitar onto his stomach and laid down, his hands supporting his head from behind. Things were so different, so ew. Charlie was constantly glued to his ass to make sure he was attending to group exercises, Angel was getting on his nerves ever since the porn demon had figured out he was fucking you - dating you even and Vaggie, well she hated his guts.

The fallen angel looked up when steps on the stairs echoed through the empty lobby and his mood brightened at least a little at the sight of your face. “Sup babes,” he lazily smiled at you as he put his guitar on the floor. “Sup Dickmaster,” you grinned at him in return. You sat down on the armrest of the couch, Adam was quick to lift his head in order to rest it on your lap. Your hand softly stroked through his hair. How early was it? You weren't sure, it was - however - way too fucking early to be awake. But Adam's missing warmth had caused you to get up and look for him because whenever the first man left your shared bed early, he wasn't doing well. “How fucked are we?” you asked and Adam's golden eyes shot up to look at you, a dead serious expression on his face. “Fucked babes, completely up the ass without any mercy or preparation,” he answered your question and his eyes moved from yours to the roof. What had he done wrong to deserve this? The brunette didn't know.

“Like who the fuck will take me serious in heaven with these fucking horns, a motherfucking tail and in God's mighty name claws. They'll laugh at me, fuck, they're probably laughing right now,” the last sentence was nothing more than a whimper. You grabbed a fistful of Adam's hair and pulled on it, the first man yelped in pain as you brought his face close to yours, “You hate all these features and yet they make you look so fucking hot.” Adam's tail flicked to slightly slap you on the forehead and you smirked at that as you let go of his hair, “See, that's what I'm talking about. Your angelself could've never.” Well yeah, Adam guessed you had a point with that. Instead of slapping you again, the fallen angel used the sharp tip of his tail to tickle your nose, earning himself a soft and warm sounding chuckle. He liked to see you happy, especially because hell was depressing as fuck. “Still a fucking hottie,” you hummed as your thumb softly hovered over Adam's bottom lip, playfully the taller man wrapped his lips around your finger before you were able to pull back and shot you a wicked grin.

“Fucking go to your room,” Husk grumbled as he walked past the both of you, Adam shot the winged cat a venomous look but you simply patted his chest softly, a sign that you would handle the situation. “What crawled up your ass?” you asked with an raised eyebrow and Husk turned around to eye you, then Adam. His eyes were filled with disgust and hatred, “His existence in this fucking hotel.” That was something you wouldn't let slide.

When Adam had been an angel, before he had fallen, he never cared for sinners, if he would've found you during extermination day, he would have killed you like he did with the rest. But you were always able to look past his facade, you had been able to tell the difference between an act and real emotions. And then he fell. He fell and you took him under your wing, guided him to the hotel and gave him new self esteem.

“The fuck's your problem man, everyone deserves redemption, Adam's no expectation,” you raised your voice a little which made Adam's attention shift yet again, his focus was on you and only you. Because while the fallen angel was very much able to stick it to the man himself, he loved to watch you when you got all worked up because someone was trash talking Adam. “Yeah right, after killing thousands of us, he sure does,” Husk bit back sarcastically and rolled his eyes as he was about to turn around again. But in your book, he wasn't clean yet. “Honestly? Fuck you Husk. We've all made mistakes, no fucking matter if it was as a human or a sinner. Angels make fucking mistakes too,” Adam wanted to disagree, wanted to put his finger on your lips to silence you and clarify that he had never made a mistake in his fucking life. But apparently that had been a lie anyways, so there was no point for him to interrupt. “He made mistakes but he's here now to get better so up your fucking ass, I hope you choke on your motherfucking bitterness,” you flipped the gambler off. He could suck your fucking dick.

And then Charlie entered the scene. Her face scrunched up as she saw the both of you on the couch. It wasn't that he had a problem with you and Adam being a couple in general, but she was worried. The devil's daughter was also convinced that you could do better than Adam and even if that was true - which you highly doubted - you didn't want better. You wanted Adam, with all his stupidity and imperfections. “Hey guys,” the princess of hell greeted those who were awake already. Adam raised his hand and hummed tiredly while you petted his hair and gave her a nod. Husk didn't respond at all.

“Before you say anything,” you stopped the princess as she was trying to make an announcement, “We’re not in.” Charlie's smile fell from her face and she looked… sad? Disappointed? Worried? Maybe all of it. “Babes isn't feeling well and we'll take today off to fix that,” the brunette closed his eyes as he leaned into your soft touch, agreeing with a quiet, “What shawty said.” Charlie visibly cringed at the pet names and mumbled quietly to herself, “You could do so much better, Y/N.”

However, her words had been loud enough for Adam and you to hear. Adam's eyes watched your every movement, fascination was visible in them as he drank in the emotions that were on display. “You can go fuck yourself too, Charlie. It's not your fucking position to decide what's good for me ‘n’ what's not. You don't like Adam? Fucking fine. But shut your fucking mouth and keep those thoughts to yourself,” Adam's hand reached up to caress your cheek in order to calm you down and even though you didn't quite know why, it helped. “I don't fucking like Vaggie but do you hear me bitching about her being your girlfriend? Fuck nah, because it's not my goddamn position,” while Adam's touch helped, it didn't turn your emotions off and while there were only a few things you truly hated, everyone being a fucking cunt towards your boyfriend was the one thing you hated most. “I love this fuckhead and he loves me, we're happy. The rest is none of your fucking business,” you turned around to point at Husk who had been watching the scenario with curious ears and eyes. “The same goes for you, mind your own fucking business and leave us fucking be,” the brunette's hand tilted your head to look down at him, a proud smirk was on his lips as he lifted himself up slightly and pulled your face down at the same time to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Fucking love it when you stand your ground, babes,” he hummed against your lips, the others were long forgotten as you leaned in to kiss the fallen angel yet again.

Angel stumbled down the stairs and whistled at the sight of you and Adam kissing, “Fucking hot,” the porn actor commented. Once the kiss had ended you turned towards Charlie while pointing at Angel, “See? He's a bitch but at least he's supportive.” Angel simply shrugged as he sat down at the bar to have a chat with Husk, “Y’know, I can't hate on love darlin’.”

It made Adam feel a little better to know that you were there for him, that - no matter what - he could count on you. And he loved you for that.

“Besides,” Adam peeked up as you raised your voice again, sounding quite proud, “The og dick is fucking fantastic, so you go fuck Vaggie 'n' I'll continue to enjoy getting dicked down.” Charlie's cheeks turned bright red as she turned on her heels and left the lobby with a quiet, “Too much information.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[squishyimps]

Lee!Adam hcs

-his “OHFUCKIMDYING-“ spots are under his arms, his belly, and his ribs (see what I did there)

-his wings and his ears are also big tkl spots but they’re less effective to him

-he gets distracted SUUUUPER easily so he’s just a blatant target for tkl attacks

-his main lers are Lute and most likely Luci and Alastor cuz of the few scenes where his stomach was in tkling range

-his laugh. HIS FUCKING LAUGH OHMYGOJHHJVGHCGJFXHGXFJXFGFGMCHGNCGCHNHEHEHEHHEH

LISTEN TO THIS SHIT

HE SOUNDS SO BUBBLY YET SO SCRUFFY??? EEHEHEHEHEHEHHEEGVEGDVEGVGDEVDVE(

anyway

-he cusses out whoever is tkling him

-he uses his wings to hide himself by like, curling up into a ball and covering himself with his wings

-he snorts. No questions asked.

-he sounds something like; “AHAGAHAAHAHAHAHAHA -snort- FUCKING STOHOP YOU PIECE OF SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!”

-he won’t directly beg for mercy until it gets too much for him to handle

-his wings get all puffed out and flittery when he laughs too much

-he WILL kick if he’s not restrained or pinned down

-raspberries kill him worse then Niffty did

-at first he’ll start covering his mouth but the ler(s) still see his wobbly smile

-he absolutely loses it when the ler and/or lers have long nails

-if he’s drinking something and someone tkls his ribs from behind, he’ll spit out his drink and turn into a cackling mess

-he thanks the Lord above that his mask hides his blushy face

-but when the mask is off, he’s doing EVERYTHING he can to hide his face

-he LOVES aftercare like hugging n stuffs

-he has mixed feelings about teases, he doesn’t exactly HATE them, they just fluster him WAAAAAAAAAAAY too much

#lee!adam #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickle headcanons

[anthurak]

Okay here's a fun little theory for Season 2 I just found myself thinking about:

I've seen some discussion about how Vaggie might not actually BE a 'Fallen Angel', and I think there definitely is something to this. We see in the flashback of episode 1 that Lucifer seemed to have been put through this whole process of being condemned by Heaven and banished to Hell. Meanwhile, Vaggie didn't go through anything like that. She had her wings and eye removed and was simply... left in Hell by Adam and Lute. Given that her new wings don't look any different I think it's actually a pretty safe bet that Vaggie isn't a proper 'Fallen' angel.

So what if in season 2, we see some people in Heaven try to leverage this fact to their advantage? Say, Sera and/or some other high-ranking angel(s) we haven't met yet call Vaggie up to Heaven and offer her a chance to return to her place there. In a very 'repent for all you've done and you'll be forgiven and accepted back' type deal.

Of course, Vaggie sees through ALL of this as some kind of ploy and is also REALLY pissed off that they would would even think she would abandon Charlie.

The thing is, the 'threat' of Vaggie being turned into a Fallen Angel was never really even on the table. It gets brought up as a possibility as what is supposed to happen in this sort of situation, but Sera opts to be 'lenient' and when Vaggie gives them their flat 'No', she simply opens a portal back to Hell and offers to send Vaggie back, no strings attached.

HOWEVER, Vaggie is still pretty fucking pissed off and decides that she's going to make a STATEMENT.

Perhaps Sera was showing her where and how Lucifer was cast out and turned fallen as a way of displaying how she is choosing to be 'merciful' to Vaggie.

Only for Vaggie to say Fuck You and DELIBERATELY go through the process of turning herself into a Fallen Angel before returning to Hell.

Where of course we will see Charlie definitely drooling over her girlfriend's new demon form XD

#hazbin hotel #hazbin theory #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #fallen angel vaggie #charlie morningstar #chaggie #vaggie isn't actually a fallen angel #i feel like we need to fix that XD

[leossmoonn]

Could you maybe do some head canons for like goth or alternative!reader x mike? Maybe he was intimidated when he first saw her or like Abby really likes the way she dresses and wants to borrow accessories from her and stuff? Idk this idea popped in my head you are such a good writer! 😺

yes! i’m not goth but i looked up some outfits and makeup and stuff. i know the media waters down goth style, but i hope this is what you had in mind!! this is also kind of all over the place sorry 😅

includes / warnings - reader fem, has piercings :D. hc format. after freddy’s.

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first time mike sees you hearts shoot out his eyes like he’s in a cartoon

“what’re you staring at?” abby asks.

“uh,” mike trails off, not being able to answer as he literally locked on you. it’s when you glance over at him when his face get all red and he looks away and goes back to grocery shopping.

abby walks up to you after seeing mike’s interest and starts a conversation with you

mike tries to steer her away, but he can’t get to her before she says:

“my brother thinks you’re pretty.”

lmao if mike didn’t want to die before this, he definitely wanted to now

“oh, he does?” you grin at him.

mike visibly gulps. but he’s glad he’s closer to you and he can really see how hot you are lmao

“yeah,” he nods. “i-i really like your piercing,” he points to his own eyebrow where you have a piercing on your face.

“thank you. it’s new, actually.”

although mike was a little worried about abby running off to talk to you, in the end it was a good thing 😸

mike loves watching you do your makeup. he’ll sit there for hours staring at you for hours if he could

he loves watching your skilled hands paint eyeliner over your eyes. he likes watching you mix lipstick shades together to create the perfect shade you lay desire that day

“don’t you have to go to work?” you ask.

“i can be late if that means i get to stare at your pretty face.”

also, he’s just so impressed with how talented you are at doing makeup and will literally tell you how artistic you are just bc you know how to make a straight wing

mike loves the chunky heels and boots you wear. he likes when you tower over him 😼

not to mention, when the boots go up your thigh he lowk gets all hot and bothered by it lol

he also loves buying you new accessories to put in your piercings. the first holiday you spent together, he bought you a shit tone of necklaces and new pieces to put in your septum

mike loves taking you out. not only bc he loves showing you off in general. in his head he’s definitely walking around like “yeah i know i bagged the most beautiful woman in the world. all you other guys suck.”

but in all seriousness, he loves the dresses you put on. he always says you look like a vampire princess, and he’s not entirely wrong

the dresses you have are fabulous omg. there’s one where it all connects form a choker-like strap around your neck and has straps connecting to the sweetheart neckline of the dress (soz if this doesn’t make any sense lmfao). the dress is textured on the skirt and stops a little bit above your knees. and fuck if mike doesn’t just want to rip it off of you after also wanting to stare at you in it for all of eternity.

you also have this sleek, black, satin dress that has like a straight neckline and long sleeves and goes down to your feet.

everytime mike sees you wearing that he mouths literally waters

now, just to go back to the fact that he is super intimated when first dating you

he was so afraid he was going to be too boring for you or basic. and also just not the type guy you were looking for

but just to his luck, you think he is perfect for you

omg but in the first month or two do you two dating, i just imagine him finding out what music you like and trying to learn every word of every song to siouxsie and the banshees, specimen, sisters of mercy

it definitely does impress you and you think it’s so sweet

for your bday he definitely tries to take you to any concert he can get tickets to

now on the subject of abby, she is definitely obsessed with you

she’s always asking you to do her makeup for school, and you happily oblige!

mike always looking out for abby in his own way, so he was worried if she went to school caked with eyeliner, she would face some backlash, but he knows how happy it makes her — and you — to play with makeup

abby’s always asking mike she can get a tattoo and piercings

“abby, you just turned 11. you won’t be able to drive anytime soon, so no tattoos anytime soon.”

she’s always trying to have you convince him, but unfortunately you have to agree with mike

buuuuttt you do paint and draw designs on abby sometimes and she acts like their tattoos and that’s close enough for her until she’s older

you also buy her face piercings that hook on her nose and lip

mike does let her get her ears pierced once she promises she can handle the little needle poke and she proceeds to try and steal all your earrings lmao

luckily, you buy her copy cats of them so she can have her own

other random things:

mike definitely lets you paints his nails. this is not at all that crazy of an idea, but, it’s smth new he’s never done but he loves watching you get so excited. you can even practice nail art on him too

you have a couple of tattoos, specifically one that goes around the side of your thigh and it just makes him fall to his knees!!

Halloween you guys dress up as the Addams family !!!

so fitting cuz you’re a hot, powerful woman and mike’s like gomez: unwaveringly obsessed with you. and of course abby is wednesday hehe

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taglist

@celestbarnes

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt x you

[latteandjacks]

Good morning [Proceeds to post]

So swap aus amirite?

FORCOM HOTEL, Tried to look for an opposite of Haz-bin, am I aware of all the jokes that could be made with that name? Yes, which part of why it's staying

Adam, the first man, first soul in hell and prince of the mentioned, opens an hotel to help his descendants to go to heaven so he doesn't have to watch them fucking die again every year He may look bubbly but he is still kind of a bitch, however he just wants to help, believes everyone can be redeemed as long as they want to Not as naive as Charlie

Lute is very dedicated to protect Adam since, despite being more powerful than any other human soul, is still essentially a sinner Loosed her arm after getting into a fight with Agatha, she spared a couple and Agatha was just going to take her wings and halo, but as she fought back, she cut her arm to keep her at bay As determined as Adam, also all up for singing

Charlotte, she's normally referred with her full name but Charlie is okay too Younger Seraphin, not the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith but still close to them both to consider them as such Considers exterminations a mercy as she doesn't believe there's another option and thinks it's better than let them suffer an eternity on hell, thinks Adam's plan is giving sinners false hope Wdym her clothes looks like Saint Peter? Definitly no

Agatha, since Adam never named her after Vagina it just made sense for Charlotte to give her a normal name Since Charlotte is supporting her, she never had any doubts about what they were doing, convinced that this was mercy and that, anyway, sinners were in hell for a reason Tries to keep Charlotte from doing stupid things, but she normall doesn't listen

Adam and Lute are dating, Charlotte and Agatha are also dating, so not much changes

I designed the excorcist uniform with clowns and Charlie's full demon form as a reference and I really like them, imagine that thing coming down to kill ya I'm just now realizing I gave them the same mouths, but like that works Who is the Sin of Lust in here? Still figuring that one out sorry

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel swap au #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel vaggie #Chaggie #rainbowmoth #guitarspear #lute x adam #charlie x vaggie

[radvelvetcakez]

Hazbin Swap AU (PT2 ig???)

ok i need to share my ideas right now. Chaggie is real. Chaggie will always be real. - During an extermination, Charlie got injured attempting to protect a sinner, only being spared when the exorcist clocked her as the princess - Vaggie, an exorcist, found her hiding and caring for her wounds, she didn't recognise her as the literal princess, but she couldnt help but feel guilty and chose to help her. She was never caught by the other angels, meaning she was blessed enough to keep her eye and wings!!!! She stayed in hell tho cause love at first sight and lalallala yeah. Sapphics guys !!!! Husk, Niffty, & Angel take the place of the Vee's - they're that overlord trio. They're probably a bit more.. Merciful (except for Niffty she's deranged) but yk. Still inherently bad people n stuff Vox is the first hotel resident - except he & Alastor still have beef. He only showed up so he could do the exact opposite of proving the hotel to work as a big fuck you. Alastor does NOT want him there but he's their only guest so he kind of has to just accept it - he acts all friendly because he knows it pisses Vox off OVERLORD VAGGIE !!!! Charlie & Vaggie basically co-own souls - when Charlie says they share EVERYTHING she means EVERYTHING. Charlie already owned a lot of souls before meeting Vaggie, because, you know, she actually better embodies the whole "princess of hell" in this, and when they got together she was IMMEDIATELY LIKE "Vaggie I have a GENIUS idea. Since we're like girlfriends and stuff we should totes share like EVERYTHING so do you want to like - co-own all the souls I have?" And so Vaggie rose to power fairly quickly. Dating the princess of hell does wonders man Obviously. Alastor is the one starting the hotel, and Rosie is like. His Vaggie basically, she's there for moral support. - Also, unlike canon.. Rosie would be the one who doesn't know who Charlie is (where Angel didn't know about Alastor) Alastor: "Rosie! The... Princess of Hell is at the dooor..." Rosie: "Who?" Vox: "WHAT?" Charlie shows up cause her dad sends her a call about having to go see heaven in a weeks time and she REALLLYYY doesn't wanna go because ouhhh last time she talked to Adam he was an ASSHOLE and she would rather kill herself than talk to him again - so when she finds out about the hotel her immediate reaction is to head there and see if they'd rather take on the burden of seeing heaven. Cause you know, surely they'd love to get heaven behind their whole redemption shit, right???? They arent. Alastor is not at all interested in talking to heaven but Charlie really isn't having it and girl is BEGGING him to just take the offer because she PROMISES they'll be on it - the few silent threats she added are nobodies business chat.. Adam lowkey fucks w the idea of sinners being redeemed but he's also just too stubborn and prideful to agree and hes also mad he didn't come up w it first so he tells Al to FUCK OFF bc his idea is so stupid :// (Its genius and he refuses to admit it.) I need to include all the Vee's for the sake of my mental health so. - Valentino works for Angel Dust (wow. shocker so original /s) & when the little group finds out that THE princess of hell is helping some nobody overlord like Alastor they are just ??? and sent Val in to see what the FUCK is wrong with the girl. And what theyre getting up to - Charlie drags Velvette & Pentious in by the hair to work at the hotel - She met Pentious when he was in a bad situation and offered to help him in exchange for his soul - despite this, she didn't really use her ownership of his soul to her advantage and they became friends :3 He's happy to help - Velvette sold her soul to Vaggie for protection from the princess's very own guardian angel because she kept getting into shit with overlords and needed to save her ass. & again, Chaggie co-own souls

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel velvette #the vees #hazbin hotel vox #husk hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #niffty hazbin hotel #sir pentious hazbin hotel #role swap au #hazbin swap au #au #hazbin hotel au

[battydora]

nsfw, sub. urogi, dom. reader, adult reader!!, gn. reader (cock mentioned, can be a strap or not), pet play, praise kink, handjobs, anal sex, restraints, cnc (safe word agreed before narrative), ruined orgasm, absolute filthy smut

urogi is so cute when he's being fucked, he's such a lovely pet.

he's playful, he's always smiling and cracking small comments through the act, but most of the time because he faces how flustered he actually is by being goofy. his laughter comes out brokenly from his mouth when you tell him he's being such a good pet for you, his cheeks darken and his stomach flutters at the praise.

urogi is also restless, he does not stay still for a moment, he always feels and listens to his body so he can't stop his hips from swinging while giving him head or handjobs, from fluttering his wings excitedly, from digging his claws onto the matress and ripping the fabric, from kicking his feet when he's close, even shivering and getting goosebumps from your hand only running along his back.

don't be surprised if he gets louder as you go on, he is most likely to scream if you make him feel too good. but dear mercy, the real problem is when he moves too much, he kicks his feet and swings his hips so much more when he's approaching orgasm. you get to play with this sometimes, by giving him a punishment.

he cries so loudly when he can't feel himself fully, he gets desperate as you torture him by having him all tied up to a chair, no movements allowed, no freedom at all. his upper taloons are tied behind his back, lower ones tied to the chair's legs and wings closed restrained with chains. he suffers even more when you're giving him a handjob and his orgasm approaches, restraints never letting him rock around, feeling desperate and uncomfortable in his own body. pretty tears rolling down his cheeks at his ruined orgasm, whining "noo..! stop it, please, untie me (y/n) please!"

his complaints go unaddressed as you tighten your grip on his cock with both hands and begin to jerk him off harder and faster, making him shout at the overstimulation on his sensitive and swollen tip "don't be so scandalous, be a good pet and take it".

he can't break free from the ropes and so he begins to beg again "no! no! stop!! nghah! i c-can't!! i can't take it! make it s-stop! please please!!" he cries out, his body desperately fighting against your restrictions trying to escape your merciless torture "fuck, fuck, fuck!!" more tears falling off his eyes as he shut them close.

it only takes him a few moments to loosen and fall exhausted on the chair, his body no longer capable of enduring his punishment, dry dark red cheeks and yellow eyes begging to rest. his chest goes up and down trying to recover but he's so tired, he just wants now an eternal nap, he, the so hyperactive urogi, wants nothing more than rest.

but the fun only just begins for you, now that he endured his punishment all the way, it is time to reward him, just when he gets to control his breath and recover just a little bit, you untie all of his extremities and carry him to the futon, making him lay on his tummy for you. he knows what you are doing but he's so ruined and sore to even speak. "my little pet took the punishment so well, it shall receive a reward for being so strong~" he barely jolts at your thumb rubbing his entrance before sliding two fingers in, his cheeks go darker and his mouth twists into a grimace, he feels he could almost cry for being praised so lovingly after a torture that felt like hours.

you succesfully manage to make urogi stay still while you fuck him without any restraints. you fuck his ass surprisingly lovingly, slow hip movements allowing you to dig deeper inside of him and making him moan the sweetest noises you ever heard. he enjoys this slow fucking, especially after being used mercilessly by you minutes ago.

"my baby, i was so rough to you, you like being fucked like this? yeah? mmh, of course, you're my good pet, you deserve no less" you say as you slam your hips a little bit faster against him.

your praises only help him feel more dizzy and cock-drunk. he just loves how good your dick feels inside of him and how gently you treat him, he is too tired to have his body responding to you so he just mumbles and moans nonsense until he comes again, as a prize this time.

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#[ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ] ≫captain's library #he's so cute #proof read this a few times but still not sure if i fixed all the mistakes and incoherences?? #but oh well whatever #(i'm so happy that i can just give a fuck about mistakes. months ago i couldn't and i write much more happily now) #urogi #urogi kny #urogi headcanons #urogi x reader #hantengu clones #hantengu clones smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer smut #kny #kny smut #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #sub!character #dom!reader

[valentinoslover]

Hazbin hotel Headcanons because why not;D

~~Enjoy~~

Alastor

50% Ler! 50% Lee!

•This strawberry lad here can figure out what your ticklish spot is in a heartbeat, And once he finds it he shows no mercy.

•Once he knows your ticklish he will torment you with it,Even embarrassing you in public

•He likes to use old style fashion tickling, Which in that case..Stocks!

•He uses his Claw’s from time to time to really get those weak spot of yours!, And he’ll throw in some tentacles for fun ;D

•When being tickled himself, he would have a broken radio kind of laugh- He won’t beg since that’s a sign of weakness ;D

“Smile for me dear~ as it’ll be your Last~”

“Coochie Coochie coo~ you little Thing~”

Vox

30% Ler 60% Lee!

•Vox only tickles people to get what he wants, If people decline he will go all out on you until you submit.

•He has a Sensation shock which can Make anyone more Sensitive before;D in that case..More TICKLISH~

•Val always tickled Vox for fun,Even though he hates it he still cannot get Val to stop.

•When he laughs he sounds like a broken TV, and Has so much electricity from the amount of laughter he’s in..which causes him to electrocute Val on Accident.

•But Val has figured out a Way to Avoid the shocks by having Vox tied down, and that’s where the fun begins;D

“Wow!, I would have never thought my sensations would fuck you up THAT bad!”

Valentino

50% Ler 50% lee!

•This Mothman is Extremely sadistic when he’s tickling someone, Which is why most stay away from him.

•He has a Tickle Saliva which can make people more ticklish when licked, His smoke can also make chains that Restrain you so that he can have all the fun~

•Him having 4 arms is already torture enough for him to go all out on you, Once he finds your ticklish spot he’s gonna tease you until you break.

•He Usually tickles Vox when he pisses him off, or isn’t giving him enough attention. He usually attacks Vox’s Sides outta nowhere;D

“What’s wrong Voxy~ I thought you liked my tickles?~”

“I Guess the moth can Defeat a TV after all~!”

Lucifer

50% Ler! 50% lee!

•This silly little King is literally the most ticklish person in all of hell, And Nobody knows it but the overlords ~

•When he tickles he’s quite gentle with it!, Until his full demon side comes out and he tickles you more rough.

•He will sometimes use his claws or wings to tickle his victims, He used to tickle Charlie when she was young!

•When he’s tickled He begs for Mercy immediately, He has quite a Charming and loyal laugh, as he blushes from the teases;D

“Come out come out Where ever you are~ Lucifer’s gonna get you~”

“Tickle Tickle Little Demon!”

Sir Pentious

100%

•This silly Snake Lad is Extremely ticklish, Everybody knows about it including Alastor! During some of their battles Alastor used to tickle torture him a lot.

•He’s ticklish on the snake half of his body and his Hood, And most of his sides as well as he tries to Hypnotize Alastor during tickling sessions..They Don’t always work~

•He Hides away from everyone when their having a Tickle fight, and always get caught by Alastor.

“Wait Pleasssse!! Ssstop-!!”

Velvette

30% lee 60%

•This Icon of a girl right here is a master at tickling!, and she knows it too;D

•As She used to tickle Vox in the past..She can be Very rude and cruel with her tickling.

•As she tickles People she exploits it to the internet to make sure everyone knows so they can get tickled more by people~

•She will find ways to restrain you, but if not she’ll just jump on you and start tickling.

“Awh! What’s the matter?, You can’t handle ticking?~ that’s more pathetic than the outfits here love!”

Carmilla

100% Lee!

•She doesn’t like tickling much, as she Used to kill anyone who did tickle her

•She has such an adorable laugh anybody could literally fall in love with!

•Her daughters tickled her a lot when they were toddlers, She used to hate it back then.

•Zestial tickles her Nowadays to relive stress from her, And to make her more happy than ever!

“Z..Zestial stop-!!”

Zestial!

100% Ler

•This spider like fella is such a huge tease when tickling, he sometimes would tickle Alastor himself just for the fun of it!

•He has webs that he traps his lees in, And sometimes he would close his wings on you, and let little spiderlings tickle you from the inside!

•He can Hypnotize you with his bright green eyes, as he lets many people fall for his tricks, he can easily blend in the dark..The only thing you would see are four giant green eyes.

•He loved tickling Carmilla just for the fun of it, He knows she hates it but he does it anyways!

“Awh..Just listen to you laugh Alastor,And I thought you were the mighty RADIO Demon~”

“Come on Carmilla~ Smile for me hun..it’s not that hard~”

Don’t worry more are on the way;D just gotta take a break!

#hazbin hotel #tickle content

[suguru-getos]

| Hawks x F!reader smut | Dom!Keigo, gentle Keigo, a tinge of ordering, him just being sexy, okay? 🫶🏻|

PS: Send me thirsts about the birb, please!

“Please, please please—” you were on your knees, sheltered between Keigo’s legs and looking up, worshipping him with all your might. You needed to impress him, for him to be merciful & nice. “Please—” another defeated sigh escaped from your parted lips. Keigo wasn’t budging, the same stern, uninterested look plastered in the goldens of his eyes.

“Not proper, not fucking proper.” Keigo glared at you, hand inching towards your throat and squeezing the sides of your neck tenderly. Keigo had one philosophy — you can never be too careful. He diligently follows that whenever anything is about his mate; you.

“Beg with proper words sweetheart. Please, what?” Keigo snarled, his wings spreading out, intimidating you through your very core, exciting you… through your very core.

“Please, fuck me… sir.” Your shoulders faltered, when you spoke the last sentence. Your confidence was turning slightly fragile. Eager to please him— eager to feel validated by him.

“Not proper, sweetheart.” Keigo was slightly tender, looking at you gently and cupping your face. “Address me properly.” Keigo was never a fan of being called ‘Sir’ he relished something else. Something more… familiar.

“Please… fuck me, Daddy.” You managed to utter a tender whimper from your throat, gasping when Keigo’s hands left your neck, leaning in and whispering gravely against your ear. “Atta girl.”

Keigo lifted you up, as if you weighed close to nothing, straddling you against him & letting your needy, unattended clit grind against the tip of his cock stained with pre. You whimpered & whined, looking down to align him with your hole.

A soft chuckle escaped your dom, spanking your ass playfully. “Needy, so fuckin’ needy f’ me baby.” Keigo was also, melting under your need. It was always difficult for him to be a tad too mean. Unless you specifically beg, and mostly… you didn’t. You liked him just the way he was, a little mean, and way way way gentle.

You looked at him, glassy-eyed. Your need for him was turning into a sweet pain in your pelvis. “Awh, she’s about to cry?” Keigo cooed, gawking at your pouty face with a friendly grin. “Don’t worry baby girl. I ain’t that mean…”

Slowly, gently guiding your hips against his cock, he let you sheath him, watching how you gasped & arched your back, feeling stretched & full of him, overwhelmed by him & only him.

“That’s it, ride me like that’s the only thing you’re meant to do.” Keigo was encouraging, letting you move at a comfortable pace, thumb languidly rubbing at your needy, swollen clit.

“How are you goin’ to cum for me? You’re going to cum for me after asking for permission, and then thank me for it.” Keigo ordered, letting his words embed through your veins.

“Yes- Daddy.”

#hawks #hawks bnha #bnha hawks #mha hawks #hawks imagines #hawks x reader #hawks smut #hawks thirst #bnha thirst #bnha smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[oftenwantedafton]

Night Shift - Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader

Chapter 6

Rating - Explicit

Warning for sexual content

Also available on AO3

The first kiss is deceptively gentle.

Closed mouth, on your lips, just a dusting of skin against skin. Your heart pounds wildly against your ribs, a caged bird fluttering, wings beating desperately for escape. William’s fingers slide through your still damp tresses, such a tender glide, and your anticipation builds. He’s watching you with those dark, dark eyes, the room so quiet except for his breathing. Your own is held, stifled, you don’t dare make a sound until he bids you to. The hand in your hair tightens, roots pulling taut against the skin they’re sheathed in, a slight burn searing your scalp, and he increases the pressure gradually, testing you to see how much you can take, or if you’ll succumb and beg him to stop.

You don’t.

His mouth moves to your throat and he licks along the arch, once, twice, a third time, takes a taste of the hollow at the base before trailing over your right collarbone and he presses his open mouth there and sucks, hard. You whimper involuntarily but if he minds it doesn’t seem to disturb him, and undeterred he continues to pull that part of your flesh into his mouth, teeth scraping the edges. You can feel the vessels bursting as he marks you, there will be no hiding what you’ve done after this, branded like the scars on his body.

You want to touch him but you don’t know if he’ll allow it, your hands knotting restlessly in crisp cotton sheets, the decision made for you as he relaxes his grip on your hair and pins your wrists to the bed instead, both of them bracketing your face, the bed creaking slightly with the movement. You wonder if he’s ever lain in this bed and thought of you, reminiscing over what you’ve done together, fantasizing about a future encounter, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs, teasing along the shaft, dragging through precum and stroking, fucking into his hand when he gets more impatient, his load spilling hotly over his hand; if he ever says your name in that dark, nearly empty room, a failed spell to summon you, a call of longing.

His lips find yours again and you kiss him as if your life depends on it, let him suck on your lips, wrap your mouth around his tongue tightly, mimicking fucking into you. His teeth knock against yours a few times in their fervor. You think you taste the tang of metal that permeates blood.

He looks at you with those jet black eyes again and you meet his gaze, will him to know all of the things you’re thinking and feeling. There is so much in that silent exchange; you want to give him everything he wants, be everything he needs.

His hands relax and your wrists ache where his nails have driven in tightly, crescent moon indentations now crimson against the pale. They slide down the sides of your ribs and hips and halt when they reach your thighs, spreading them open. He enters you like that, just a quick push into the heated wetness that welcomes him; like pulling on a glove, you fit him so well. He braces his weight on one forearm, his other hand cupping the side of your neck, thumb pushing ever so slightly against the rings of cartilage. His hips move gradually, a lazy piston crank that you know is just a placeholder for what he’s about to unleash on you.

His cock withdraws fully, his lips hovering just an inch above your own and then he slams into you, mouth sliding sloppily off yours to swipe along your jaw, the hand against your throat perceptibly tightening. You don’t recognize the weak sound that escapes you; if you are pleading for mercy or begging for more. He drives into you relentlessly, fully sheathed to the base and then sliding back a few inches before spearing your cunt again. You touch the hand at your throat, feeling the violent tremor of the tension he’s maintaining, squeezing but controlled. Your pussy already feels raw, the hollow place inside you aching. You feel him losing himself in the aggression and you want to bring him back to you.

“William.”

He exhales a shuddering breath as if you’ve knocked free the last bits of air trapped in his lungs. His fingers relax and his thrusting eases as he draws back to look at your face, assessing if he’s pushed too far.

You arch up to capture his lips. He lets his weight drop onto you briefly before he rolls onto his back, grabbing your hips and bringing you with him. Your fingers map the patterns of the scars on his chest as you rock against him. His thumbs dig into you as his hips lift to meet you, one hand sliding over to slip between your bodies so he’s pressing against your clit in time with each crush.

You miss his mouth, bending to taste it. There’s still a hint of cinnamon in your own from when you’d brushed your teeth earlier lingering in that aftereffect burn the flavor leaves behind, like sucking on a fireball candy. You wonder if he notices, if he likes you tasting like he does in the morning after he’s showered and had coffee and gotten dressed for work. You think about standing beside him staring at the reflection of the pair of you in the bathroom mirror, your lips brushing his cheek before he leaves, the way he’d greet you when he returns, all impatient kisses and frantic pushes and tearing of clothes because fuck, he’d been waiting for this, for you, all day.

The insistent pressure on your bundle of nerves is bringing you so close to the precipice. It will take so little to send you over.

“Sweetheart.” It’s the first time William has spoken since this encounter first began, and that term of endearment is the last shove you need to hurtle over the edge. You cry out, your body trembling violently around him, against him, but he’s got you in those strong hands of his, bracing you upright, sheltering you through the storm.

He allows you to recover before changing positions again, this time bringing your body spooned along his so your back is pressed against his chest, lifting one cheek to ease back inside of you. He kisses your shoulders and the nape of your neck, his cock sawing in and out. You crave the dirty talk, that filthy narrative he spews whenever you’re intimate.

“Fuck me harder,” you plead. You hear the uptick in his breathing beside your ear as he responds by picking up the pace.

“You want me to fill you up, honey?”

“Yes…fuck….”

“Show me how good you can take it.” His hips slam hard into you, the slap of skin meeting skin loud between you. The angle he drives in at rubs the tender hidden places inside of you so perfectly, his voice low against your ear. “What do you want, sweetheart?” God, it’s every fucking line he’s ever uttered that you’ve secretly treasured, tucked away, echoing without reprieve when you surrender to your desires and touch yourself, wishing it was William, always William. His hands and his mouth and his dick all over you, inside of you.

This time you’re able to answer, the briefest gasp of a response. “You.”

“I’m yours.” It’s such a sweet lie, but you want to believe it, try to wrap the sound of it around you, tuck it into one of those shadowed corners of your mind to savor later.

William gasps as if the orgasm catches him by surprise, his mouth pressing against your neck and he moans against you. You love that sound, the noise that means you’ve taken him apart so well, your reward spilling inside of you.

***

You’re exhausted but you cannot sleep.

You listen to the sound of William’s breathing, an even in and out rhythm. One arms drapes over you. You enjoy the cuddling but you want to see him, shifting gently. The bedside lamp is still on. You’re so thirsty but you don’t want to leave his side. You see the numbers on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand and you hate the pattern, how far into the new day you’ve already advanced.

You finish turning over and find his eyes on you. A soft, sleepy smile. Those large doe eyes narrowed with drowsiness. Your eyes fall to his shoulder and yes, the marks you’ve made on him the other night are still there. Faint yellow bruises, difficult to see amidst the scars, but they’re still visible for now.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“Not really.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“I know. I can’t either.” You process this admission. “How are you feeling?”

“Thirsty. Sore,” you admit. Your insides ache. The bruises are tender. You don’t mind any of them. More keepsakes for the collection. “My head is splitting.”

“We’re going to have to go out to breakfast and get you something decent to eat. I don’t have anything here. I usually just have coffee in the morning.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, energized by this offer. “You’re going to take me out to eat?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“You’re not just going to watch me eat, are you? I’ll feel bad.”

“No, I’ll eat too. I’m starving, actually.”

You reach out and stroke along his arm, running over the fine hairs and the shallow divots of the scars.

“You like those?”

“I like everything.”

He makes an amused little humming sound. Maybe he’s getting used to the compliments already. You could make this work. If you were just patient, he’d realize.

“I’ll call a tow truck for you too. Do you have a good mechanic or do you want to use mine? He’s pretty reliable.”

You groan. “Shit, I totally forgot about the car. Yes, please call. I hope I didn’t get a ticket.”

“I’ll take care of it if you did.”

“You don’t have to.”

He grins at you. God, you love those dimples. “I know I don’t have to. I’d like to. We need to stop by your place to get you some clothes too. You should keep a spare set in your car. I always do.”

“Are you going to take a shower with me?”

“Hmmm…I don’t know if I want to.”

You watch his features carefully, waiting for the telltale smirk that signals he’s teasing, surprised to find it absent.

You shove at his arm playfully “You’re a jerk.”

“I am insufferable, I agree. Charming, but insufferable.”

“Oh, you think you’re charming?”

“Devastatingly.”

Your eyes flash mischievously and your hand darts beneath the comforter draped halfway across his chest, trying to find someplace ticklish to exact revenge. He’s on to you, so disarmingly fast when he grazes your ribs and underneath your arms—how does he know exactly where you’re most sensitive? You squeal and giggle and squirm to get away but he rolls on top of you, pinning your wrists down gently.

Your laughter subsides and you stare into his eyes.

“Hey,” he says softly. The single word lays heavily against you, warm and pleasant.

“Hi.”

“I like you in my bed.”

He still won’t let himself surrender to you emotionally but he’s trying, you think, in his own way. You don’t know why he’s fighting it so hard. What he’d meant by things in my past and pretending.

You think about the darker side of himself he gets lost in.

***

William’s just as attentive in the walk in shower as he had been when giving you a bath earlier.

There’s body wash that smells masculine like him and he smears it over you while he’s standing behind you, lathering your back and breasts and between your legs. You turn your face and kiss him sloppy wet under the water and feel the line of his erection pressing against you.

You turn in his arms and return the favor, working suds over his neck and chest and slide your hands around to grab his ass. He allows you several soapy strokes of his cock before he pushes you up against the wall and kneels, his mouth at your freshly washed cunt. You still feel so raw from earlier but you want him back inside of you all the same, begging him to fuck you. He’s gentle about it, caressing your body the entire time he’s pressing you face first against the damp tiles, making another mess inside you that he carefully cleans, fingering you until he coaxes an orgasm from you.

Later, after you’ve toweled dry and brushed your teeth, you slide back into the dress he’d run through the speed cycle. It’s still warm from the dryer. You sit on the edge of the bed and watch the older man dress, dark denim today and another Henley. Cologne sprayed and hair parted and beard neatly trimmed. He takes your hand once you’re in the car and he’s shifted gears and you feel yourself fall a little further.

***

William waits in your driveway while you run inside to grab some clothes and toiletries. The phone rings, startling you mid sorting through your lingerie.

You answer it without even thinking who it might be.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank God. Are you okay? I’ve been trying to call you all day. I stopped by after work and your car wasn’t there.”

Oh. It’s Mike. You’d been avoiding thinking about him and succeeding so well. The guilt twists your empty stomach unpleasantly and the pair of lace panties you’re holding slips from your fingers back into the dresser drawer.

“I’m okay. My car broke down on the way home. One of my friends gave me a ride, I ended up staying over their place. I’m having it towed to a garage.” It was almost entirely the truth.

“You should have called me.”

“You were at work. It’s not like you could have left.”

“Yes, but I would have liked to know what happened. I was so worried.”

“I’m sorry, you’re right.”

“You want me to come pick you up? Or we could hang out at your place.”

“Um…you know I’m really not feeling well. Hungover. I’m just going to go back to bed.”

“You’re sure you don’t want me to come over? I thought, you know, with Abs away for the weekend we could spend some time alone together. I missed not seeing you this morning. I’ve kind of gotten used to having you here.”

Every statement he utters makes you feel more and more ill. You’re a horrible person for doing this to him. You’ve lied and cheated. But it doesn’t stop you from wanting to rush back to the other man waiting for you one bit.

“Tomorrow we’ll do something, okay? You should try to get some sleep.”

“Okay babe, that’s a date. Get some rest. I hope you feel better. Call me later if you’re up for it.”

You hang up the phone, finish packing and return to the car.

“How much did you pack? I almost sent in a search and rescue party.” The smile on the older man’s face dies when he sees your face. “What happened?”

“He called.”

A pause. “Well, that was inevitable. What did you say?”

“I told him my car broke down and one of my friends picked me up and I stayed with them last night. He caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to say.”

“You’re staying with him, then?” You know him well enough by now to realize the calm is pure deception.

“No. I just…I’m not going to dump him over the phone. It isn’t right.”

“Are you having second thoughts?” You watch his fingers move over the grips in the steering wheel, an absent crest and dip to distract himself.

“About what?”

“About being with me.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Your voice is firm as you reach for his hand. “I want this. I want you.”

A heavy sigh. He’d really been worried, you think. “Alright, sweetheart.” He leans over to brush his mouth against yours.

***

Sparky’s Diner is a favorite among the locals. You’d been there yourself many times. The food was good, the retro styling charming. You’d accepted the offer immediately when William had suggested it.

The waiter is an overly cheerful young man that William barely spares a glance for, his eyes locked on you the entire time he orders. The combination of being hungover and the conversation with Mike has you feeling queasy but you know you need to eat something so you select at random, returning the laminated menu to its space beside the napkin holder, nearly knocking the salt and pepper shakers over, but William’s fingers rescue the pair before they tumble, then close over your wrist, drawing circles along your pulse point.

“You’re nervous,” he says.

“I guess maybe a little.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, honestly. I think I’m just really tired.”

“We can take a nap later.” The emphasis on we is unmistakable.

“Okay.”

“What else would you like to do today?” You feel his warm palm close over your knee underneath the booth’s table. He’s touching you in public like it’s nothing, like you’re alone.

“Um, I haven’t really thought about it yet.”

“You should think about it.” The hand on your knee drags slowly, agonizingly upwards. He’s insatiable. You’d just fucked in the shower an hour ago. Your body responds, your sex throbbing. You can’t get enough of him either.

You force yourself to consume the plate set before you. Scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, orange juice. You’d ordered the same thing as your lover without even realizing it. He touches some part of you throughout the entire meal, anchoring you to him. His mouth is salty and sweet when he kisses you in the parking lot.

“Let’s go home,” he says, and your body hums in response.

***

You sit on the edge of the breakfast bar, your legs dangling, William kneeling before you. He removes your shoes one at a time, slowly, caressing your calves and ankles. Presses kisses on your shins. You think about him sitting on one of the stools beside the island, drinking his morning coffee and reading the newspaper. You know he’s going to fuck you there now. Spreads you out on top, dress hiked up, panties already absent because they’re still on the floor of his car, you hadn’t bothered putting any on today. Bends you over the side of the counter, pressing you against the slab of cool granite. Chips of mica and quartz and feldspar rest beneath the polished surface that you’re shoved into repeatedly. Standing, one leg up on one of the rungs of a stool. Maybe the one he always uses, the other still virgin, there just because it looks proper to have a pair. He pounds into you sloppy wet and he kisses you the same way and you know you’re going to have more bruises.

You’re wearing one of his shirts again and yes, you have spare clothes with you now but he likes seeing you in them and you love having his possessions draped over your shoulders and breasts and hips. The television is on but neither of you is paying any attention. You sit with your legs in his lap and then you abruptly slide off the couch and kneel in front of him, reaching for the front of his jeans. He still hasn’t cum yet, edging himself by using your body. You take him in your mouth all the way to the hilt, gagging yourself, his prick fucking between your lips and along your tongue, rubbing against the moist tissue on the inside of your cheek and ramming the back of your throat. You look up at him through your lashes, watching the pretty flush creep up his neck, the mouth gone slack. His breathing grows harsher, more desperate. He cups the back of your head, buries his fingers in your hair. You shove at the hem of his shirt and touch the scars that run in bands across his soft stomach. You feel your pussy drooling onto the laminate. You rub your clit through the ache of being used so recently and moan around William’s cock. His hips lift and his seed pulses into your mouth.

You’re both naked and tucked back under the comforter in his bed, your head resting on his chest, the hand on your back tracing lazy random patterns. He’d had a load of laundry to do and you hear the wet clothing rolling around the drum with gentle thumps. You listen to his heartbeat and fall asleep.

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