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luvrxbunny · 7 months

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Breeding

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, a lot of body descriptions, reader is on the curvier side, some grinding/dry humping, male masturbation (barely), ovulation, piv, unprotected sex (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 4.7k

A/N: lets say spider society is funded by the most rish spider-people and thats what the dinner was for. also this is long asf- i blacked out im so sorry

It’s a formality. This whole dinner party. It’s something Miguel gets invited to every year and every year he dreads going to it, having to play posh in order to get some extra funding from the higher-ups. Although, he doesn’t mind too much this year because he’s bringing you.

He’s fidgeting, and complaining about his collar when you come out of the bathroom, you’re asking him if you look okay and he knows his answer before he looks at you. He knows you look good, he tells you so before turning to you and only reassures you upon gazing at the outfit.

This dress is new, and you’re worried your tummy might be too big for it so you’ve thrown a coat over to hide it. Miguel knows what the coat is really for but doesn't mention it, not wanting to risk making you so uncomfortable you change out of everything. He compliments your new perfume instead, winning a confused smile from you. You’re fidgeting with the coat on the ride to the venue, saying that it’s itchy and you’re getting too warm. He suggests you take it off but you gently refuse and stop complaining.

He gets dragged away from you the moment he walks through the door. He hates leaving you alone at these things, he knows you don’t socialize well and he knows the men here want a taste of you. He’s anxious to get back to you for the entire hour these deep pockets talk his ear off. He hasn’t been listening, he’s thinking about you. He’s almost overwhelmed at the love he has for you, he’s never felt this way before. He’s missing you even though you guys are in the same place, even though he’s only been away from you for an hour. He can’t get out of there fast enough, shoving the doors of the conference room open and searching for you immediately.

When his eyes find you, they find that you’ve already taken your jacket off and you’re socializing with an entire group of people. They’re conversing with you comfortably. You bring a smile to his face as you laugh at someone’s joke. His eyes rake over your body, finally taking in your true outfit.

It has him stiffening in his pants. You’re wearing a dark red pencil dress, the same color as his suit. It hugs your curves perfectly, doing justice to your plush thighs, your ass and showcasing the curve of your back. His favorite part though, is the way it hugs your front. Your boobs look great, sure, but it’s emphasizing the little pooch that sits at the bottom of your stomach.

You hate it, saying it makes you look fat, that you wish you could get rid of it… but in Miguel’s eyes? It’s just proof you’re the perfect woman to mother his children. He came to this conclusion before he even knew about your tummy. He had seen your wide hips, your care toward others, how good you are with children, and decided he wanted you.

Once he got you to date him, to fall in love with him, he found out about your little belly fat. You’d been sucking it in as much as you could whenever you were around him, sometimes wearing higher pants than necessary in hopes of the jeans pushing your stomach down. It broke his heart to hear you so insecure but there was also a little flame igniting in his stomach.

The flame never left. He didn’t tell you about it, but every time he noticed your belly pushing against your tank top, or a tight shirt, whenever he felt your soft tummy on his hard stomach- through the t-shirt you insist on wearing while he fucked you- the fire raged brighter. He added it to the list of reasons you’d be an amazing child-bearer. He’s obsessed with the protective fat over your womb.

He watches you cover your stomach with your arm as you laugh, not even realizing you’re trying to hide his favorite part of you. He’s walking over to you before he plans out what he’ll say. He just stands beside you, inhaling your sweet perfume, and waiting for you to feel his presence, it doesn't take long. You turn to him with a surprised smile and give him an excited hug. “Miguel!”

His heart expands at your excitement upon his arrival, he wraps an arm around your waist and presses you against him. Your voice is muffled as you speak to him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” He’s not listening though.

To any outsider, it looked like Miguel just really missed you, when in reality, he was making sure you could feel what you do to him. You let out a pretty sigh into his ear once you feel his bulge press into you. Your eyes are on his as you pull away, searching them for a reason as to why he’s hard but all he’s too busy taking in every piece of you.

You’re both lost in your own world, you don’t realize the people you were talking to have moved on from your conversation, talking with some other people now and leaving you and Miguel to your moment.

His hands are resting on your hips before one slides behind you, pressing his open palm against the small of your back before the other presses against your lower stomach, right over your uterus. Miguel can feel your stomach tense under his hand as you suck in, tightening your muscles but Miguel just tuts and tilts his head at you, disappointed. “Don’t do that, cariño. I love her.” Your gaze is on the floor as you listen to him, he sounds drunk, his voice is distant and hazy.

His head is cloudy with fantasies. He can see your stomach, how it would grow and swell as you create his child inside you. He thinks about how beautiful you would look with your womb stuffed full of him. He swears she’s calling for him- your womb- begging him to fill her up, paint your walls white until his seed takes, maybe a little more after that just to be safe.

You can see his thoughts racing, you can tell he’s working himself up, you just don’t understand what is doing this to him. His hand on your stomach is making you a bit self-conscious, but your muscles have been too tight for too long, and they give out. Your soft tummy relaxes and presses into his hand, pulling a relieved sigh from Miguel. His breathing picks up and his eyebrows furrow before he looks up from your stomach, looking into your eyes instead. “You know I love this, right?”

He looks back down at your belly as he readjusts his palm, opening his hand wider to cover more of your pooch. You whine and shift uncomfortably, the way his hand is resting over your womb is hot, it’s turning you on but you’re barely aware of that fact because anxiety is overrunning everything. You’re waiting for Miguel to slip up, for you to see a crack in his lies. You appreciate the attempt at making you feel better about your body but you don’t- you can’t believe him.

Until you look up into his eyes.

They’re drowning in need, his pupils entirely blown out, covering most of the red in his eyes. He’s gazing at you as he slowly pulls you in and presses his plump lips against yours with a moan. You pull away quickly and look around, a few people looking your way at Miguel’s louder-than-safe moan. You look back up at him to warn him, tell him to keep it down but the words die on your tongue. His eyes are hazy and confused, still looking at your lips like he can’t figure out why you pulled away. You smile at him incredulously and pull his hand away from your back but he whimpers when you try and take his hand off your womb.

“Miguel, we’re public, baby.” Your voice is soft yet frantic, and his eyes are still begging you. “People are staring…” That gets a reaction, his face twitches and his eyes clear and harden a bit. He looks around the room with a snarl and you have to pull his gaze back to you.

“Hey! What’s gotten into you?” The question hurts him a bit as he thinks it over, he really is trying to pinpoint why this is affecting him so much. All he can focus on is you though, your scent enveloping him like a cloud. It smells like everything good, like flowers and honey, but also clean like soap and linen. It’s suffocating him, stopping all thought.

“You smell so good, amor. What is that? I don’t recordar buying este para ti.” His voice is muffled as he buries his face in the top of your head, looking for the source of your scent. You’ve had enough, he’s doing all of this in the middle of the party, and you’re starting to feel a bit embarrassed. You’re pushing him back, slowly walking him to the edges of the party. You feel people staring until you finally hit a wall, pushing a grunt from Miguel. “What is up with you?” Your tone is gentle but you’re getting concerned, you’ve never seen him like this.

His eyes are shut tightly as his brows furrow and he lets out a pathetic whimper. “I’m sorry. I- I don’t know.” His hand leaves your stomach to bury in his hair and you instantly miss its warmth. You take a step closer to him, waiting for him to say more. “Can we leave? I think we’ve been here long enough, yeah?” He’s already pulling your hand to the exit.

He’s silent in the car and on the drive home, constantly running his hand through his hair, and bouncing the leg that isn't on a pedal. You’re taking in his frantic state and notice that through all this, he’s still hard. “Miguel…” He gasps softly and turns to you for a moment. “What’s wrong?

“I don’t-” His eyes dart to your form. “ Your dress for one.” You glance down and wish you hadn’t, you see your stomach split into rolls, folding the fabric of your dress, accentuating the it’s softness. Your arms cross over it, trying to hide and Miguel groans.

“Don’t do that, I told you.” His voice sounds painful and strained. You look back at him to see a distressed look on his face and his hand palming his throbbing cock through his suit pants. “I fucking love her.” His breathing gets heavy, causing him to inhale more of your painfully sweet perfume. “What the fuck is that smell, baby?”

You can hear him take a big inhale of the air in the car and a shiver runs up his spine. “I’m…” You struggle to round up enough thoughts to answer him, too distracted by the way he crushes his dick against his thigh and the little moans that accompany his movements. “I’m not wearing perfume, Miguel.”

That's when it hits him. Why he’s so desperate for you, why your scent is clouding his every thought and taking over his mind… You’re ovulating.

A broken groan rips from his throat at the realization, he speeds the rest of the way home. When you guys finally arrive he parks in the driveway and unlocks the doors, but doesn’t move. “I need you to get out, bonita.”

You feel arousal settle in your stomach as you press your legs together. Miguel’s head falls back, and his hair falls with his head, revealing his red-tipped ears. His hips are still gently thrusting into his hand, the other is squeezing the wheel so hard you thought it might crack. “I- I need a moment, baby. I’ll explain everything, just go inside and-” He lets out a breathless curse and his hips stutter against his palm. “And go change and just- just wait for me, okay? I’ll be there in a moment, go.” You’re in a trance as he speaks but the force in his command shakes you out of it.

You leave the car silently and make your way to his place. You change out of your clothes in a daze, putting on a tank top and one of his sweatpants as you try to process what just happened. You grab a blanket and wait for Miguel on the couch.

It’s only a few minutes before you hear his footsteps approaching the door. You stand in front of the doorway, oddly nervous as you watch the knob turn. His eyes meet yours the moment the door opens, his eyes stay on yours as he ducks through the frame, and takes his shoes off. They only tear from yours to take in your new outfit, your lower belly is the first place his eyes land. He gets that weak look in his eye you’ve been seeing all night and his breathing picks up.

Miguel notices the way your stomach sucks in for a moment before relaxing, letting your body be as she is and it making him feral. He needs you so bad, he wants to just take you right here but he promised you an explanation. His eyes flicker up to you and he takes a shaky deep breath and tries to keep his voice steady. “Have a seat, hermosa.”

He looks nervous, he keeps wiping his hands on his suit pants as you walk over to sit on the couch, he seats himself at the other end, across from you. You’re turned to him, legs crossed and laying in his lap. He turns to face you more and accidentally places your legs over his bulge, you can feel his thighs tense as he folds in half, letting out a choked moan that he tries to cover as a cough. You let him think he got away with it, he leaves your legs over his bulge, giving him enough stimulation to think straight.

You’re looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain and he decides to just rip the band-aid off. “You’re-” Arousal stabs in his stomach at the sentence he has to utter. He bites into his lip and tries to regulate his breathing. “You’re o- ovulating.” Your legs shift in his lap as your expression falls, embarrassed. “And I can smell it.”

Your legs pull out of his lap quickly and you bring your knees to your chest. “What?!” You sit up and tuck your legs under you, sitting on your calves. “You can smell it? I’m- God that’s so- I’m so sorry.”

His mind is getting hazy again without your contact. “No. Cariño, not that. It’s not like that.” He sighs at your confusion, he wishes you understood how desperate he was, maybe then you wouldn’t ask him to talk so much, maybe you’d just let him fuck you already. “It’s more like pheromones.”

His hand slides across the couch cushion, wraps around your ankle and slowly drags you toward him. “It’s a change in your personal scent. Your body is trying to trick mine into breeding you, and guess what?” He’s pulled you straight and is crawling up your body, slowly lowering himself against you so his bulge is pressing against your pussy, right over your clit.

He’s so hard he’s able to split your lips, rubbing the cloth of his sweatpants against your naked pussy and you gasp at the feeling. Your hands slide up from his biceps to pull his head in, anxiously awaiting the rest of his sentence. He smirks at the eager look on your face and leans in, just inches from your lips, and whispers against them. “My body is so gullible for you.” You whimper.

You can feel your entire being heating up as he kisses you so intensely, like he’s trying to devour you. He’s groaning against your lips and licking into your mouth as he wrestles his jacket off. Your hands shoot to his belt and struggle to get it off, whining into the kiss when his belt gets caught on the loops. He smiles into you and his hands come to rest over yours. “Tranquila, bebe. I’m the desperate one, remember?”

You shake your head his words and let him take his pants off while you wiggle out of his sweats. He moans at your bare pussy and his arms give out for a moment, almost dropping his weight on you before catching himself. “N-no panties?” His fingers are on you, rubbing your clit and spreading your slick all over you, coating his fingers in it. He’s being downright messy.

“Miggy- Miguel, I need it so bad- need you so bad. I love you so much. You’re so-” Your mind is already gone as you grind up into his fingers, overwhelmed by the added pleasure of his desperation. He’s groaning into your ear as he humps himself against your thigh in time with his fingers.

“I don’t know. I need-” You cut him off with a moan and he smiles as you apologize in between whimpers. “I think I’d need to cum in you, cariño. I need- My brain can only focus on-” He groans as you writhe against him, pushing your thigh into his crotch. His head lowers to rest against yours as his fingers speed up inside you. He can feel the way you’re coating them, soaking every crevice with your sweetness. He can feel the way they’re sliding inside you, the way your walls are squeezing him, it’s too much. “I can only think about cumming in you, bebe.”

Truthfully, his thoughts were more focused on what would come afterward, watching you swell with his child but you guys haven’t even had a conversation about kids yet.

“No.” You whine at him, he feels sadness shoot through his stomach but he tries to mask it. “Just fuck me, please?” You’re looking up at him with puppy dog eyes, your hands around his neck pulling his face impossibly closer as your lips try and lock with his. He nods at you gently, he wants to give you anything you could possibly want.

“Okay, amor.” He kisses you quickly before taking his hands off of you and starts unzipping his pants, pulling himself out of his boxers while you wait. You watch him for a bit as he gets undressed before a thought pushes into your head.

What if I took my top off this time?

You think it over for a second, you want to be yourself with him, completely and he’s explained his love for your tummy over and over again.

What could be the worst that happens?

Images of Miguel’s face twitching in disgust flash through your head. Unrealistic scenarios of Miguel pulling away, starting to reject your advances and your kisses plague your brain.

He wouldn’t do that.

You take a deep breath and bite the bullet, pulling your tank top over your head quickly and Miguel freezes, causing an abundance of discomfort on your end. You thought this was something he’d want, something he’d like, now that you’ve exposed yourself though, he’s silent.

You try to stand strong, but your hands are twitching at your sides to cover your stomach. You pray to whatever god there may be that you somehow gain the ability to read his mind, to see his thoughts, to force him to say something… anything.

His cock pulsing. He’s never seen you completely shirtless, despite being together for over a year. He never wanted to push you, too scared that he’d push you away. He’s seen you with no top but only with a towel over your stomach, or pants pulled over your stomach as you change. But now? Her full glory was on display, there’s a little curve underneath, separating your tummy from your pussy and he’s in love.

His eyes are zeroed in on your naked stomach and your hands come up to cover it, legs pulling inward as you fold into yourself. He can’t have that. “Don’t”

His voice is sharp and dark, a strong command but you don’t listen, covering your stomach fully. “It was a bad idea. I’m so uncomfortable, Mig. Can-” You let out a heartbreaking sigh. “Can you just pass me my top?” You threw it down just out of reach and your hands are occupied covering your stomach. Embarrassment is coursing through every vein.

How are we gonna move on from this? I fucking killed the shit out of the mood. Fuck. God, I hate this.

“No.” He’s moving back toward you, climbing up your body again, ignoring the obvious confusion you’re facing. You curl in even more which just upsets him. He grabs your leg and pulls, forcing you out of your ball before pinning it under his own. “Uh-” You let out a noise of surprise but Miguel pays it no mind as he reaches for your arms. He takes both of your wrists in his hand and pins them above your head, holding them there as he admires your tummy.

Your heart is racing but you don’t struggle. Miguel is looking at you like to most amazing piece of art and you’d do anything- anything- for him to keep going. You feel yourself leaking between your legs as he just stares. His breathing is slow and shaky and his brows keep furrowing, like he’s having an internal battle with himself. He takes another breath and exhales through his mouth, letting his breath fan over your face before releasing your wrists and leg.

He’s waiting for you to pull your hands back down, cover one of your most beautiful features… but you don’t.

Instead, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. “Can you please, please, fuck me now?” His face twitches before he smiles, taking a deep breath as he pulls away. He kisses your chest as he slowly rises, his hand already on his cock, pumping himself gently as he aligns himself with your entrance. You’re gripping the cushions with all your strength as he works himself in.

He’s worried. You feel insane around him, the softest thing he’s ever felt, extra wet and open for him to breed you. His mind keeps wandering back to cumming inside you, even though you said no. He’s walking the line of some dangerous thoughts.

I am stronger than her…

He shakes the thought out of his head and focuses on you. The way you’re moaning his name like it’s the only thing you know, your hips are growing frantic as the grind up against him. “Miggy-“

“Amor.” He smiles at the moan that rips from your chest as you bury yourself in his neck. His hips speed up at the sounds of your moans right next to his ear, your breath tickling the shell of it.

“‘M gonna- “ Miguel cuts you off with a growl and his brows furrow. He doubles down on his thrusts, bringing his hands to the small of your back, gripping you hard and fucking you into his cock.

It’s going to take a serious amount of focus to keep his orgasm at bay until you’re done. “Go- Fuck. No, just wait, baby.” You let out a confused noise at his command. He’s never asked you to hold it before.

“Fuck! Mi- I don’t know how!” Your sentence turns into a sob as he watches your body tense up, pulling all your muscles tight and gripping the roots of his hair. “Haah- Miguel. Baby, I ca- an’t. Please let-“

A moan stops your sentence as Miguel presses onto your womb, forcing his cock against your walls, stretching you even more. You feel so full you don’t know what’s happening. Your eyes are wide as you stare at his hand, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. They’re frantic, desperate and wild when they meet yours.

His panting aggressively, intermittently pausing so he can try and regulate his breathing. You’re staring into his eyes, shocked at his reaction and a smirk pushes its way into your face before you moan at him again. He pulls his hand away from your womb like it burned him and pulls out, gripping the base of his cock so hard it must hurt.

You were so close, teetering on the edge, just hearing Miguel utter your name could’ve tipped you over… but he pulled out instead. “Miguel!!! Why? I- I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

Your desperate pleads are worsening his situation. He ignores your words and starts rubbing your clit, his fingers moving over the little bud lightning fast. “I’m not punishing you, bebé bonita”

You whine at the love name and grip his arm, trying to pull him closer to you. “No puedo correrme dentro de ti and I’m… I’m too close right now, cariño.”

You’re trying to push his hand away now, shaking your head and whining. “S’okay”

Your yanking at his arm, trying to get him back over you. “Cum inside, Miggy.”

His eyes widen and he doesn’t move. He honestly thinks he’s hearing things at this point, fantasizing without realizing but you’re look at him all shy and expectant. So you actually said something… “W-“ He takes a deep breath. “What?”

You whine at him and avert your eyes as your legs slowly spread for him. “You- You wanted to, right? I want it…” You whine at the thought. “I need it, Miggy.”

His vision blurs as he reaches out for you, lining himself up as quickly as he can. He can already feel his balls pulsing, tensing and preparing a load for you, for your pussy, your womb.

It’s worse than the first time he ever had sex with you. Every nerve is alight, he can feel every little detail in your pretty, perfect pussy. On top of that, you’re moaning like he’s never heard before, louder, more high pitched, more desperate than earlier and they’d already shocked him then. He can’t.

“Mm- Not- fuck. I’m not gonna last. Not even a min- shit. Oh my god, cariño. Not even gonna last a minute. Fuck me, niña bonita.” Your almost screaming his name at his words, his languid pace and the way he’s literally shaking for you. “Gonna- shi-it.” His words sound like broken sobs as his tip gently abuses your cervix.

You’ve pulsing around him, trying everything you can to wait for him so you can milk him while he pumps you full. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck. I’m gonna cum in- in you, baby. Voy a follarte un bebé, amor. Te dejaré embarazada, te mantendré llena de mí en todo momento. Mierda. Te verás tan hermosa, manteniendo a nuestro bebé protegido en tu grueso útero. Oh, joder"

(“I'm going to fuck a baby into you, love. I will get you pregnant, I'll keep you full of me at all times. Shit. You will look so beautiful, keeping our baby protected in your thick womb. Oh fuck.”)

Your eyes roll back and the coil in your stomach snaps as Miguel rambles, hips thrusting into yours gently, his gaze on the back of his skull. You’re fucking yourself on him as best you can in this position. It’s awkward and over-exerting but completely worth it when you hear a whine of your name and Miguel’s cock starts throbbing inside you.

Twitching once, twice, before hardening even more and pouring a torrent of cum into your waiting pussy. He’s the loudest you’ve ever heard. Moaning out your name on repeat, thanking you for letting him cum in you with a lot of other Spanish sentences in between.

His hand presses to your womb as he winds down but his cock twitches out another load as he pushes down, fucking into you slowly again. “Te amo tanto, mi querida. No puedo imaginar la vida sin ti. Una vida en la que no tendrás mis hijos, en la que no estemos casados…” His entire body shudders as he finally stops pouring into you.

(“I love you so much, my dear. I can’t imagine life without you. A life where you don’t bear my children, in which we aren’t married…”)

He leans down and kisses you slowly, eyes hooded but still focused on you. Your eyes are teary and trying to shut, exhausted from the entire night. Miguel keeps pressing kisses all over you as you drift off.

“Un mundo sin ti es uno en el que no podría vivir, amor.”

(“A world without you is one I couldn't live in, love.”)

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i-cant-sing · 28 days

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Teen! Fushiguro has a big appetite, and suddenly a man from another clan comes and tells her this.

"If you eat that much, no one will want to marry you."

And she bombed, instantly shocked, like I didn't recognize you and you commented on me like that. But she didn't care and continued eating

I'm imagining the reaction of some platonic yandere who would beat that guy's ass.

(reference from mitsuri, demon slayer and sorry if my English is bad)

okay, so obv, all the yanderes would make sure the guy who said that to u has to use a tube to eat for the rest of his life, but like the following yanderes:

Yandere Uncle Naoya would actually pop a vessel as he heard the words slip from that man. Its exactly why he wouldnt bring u to eat junk at 7/11 but your poverty cravings were on the high. Naoya is enraged because how dare this man even think it was okay for him to talk to you, a member of the pure blooded Zenin clan. And whats worse is that u even replied to jerk face there with a nonchalant "yeah, thats the plan". Naoya quite literally drags the man away from u and into the aisles at the back where he begins beating the absolute shit out of him and u dont even try to stop him because even if naoya stopped now, hed still come back for the man later and the punishment would be worse later.

Yandere (self proclaimed) Godfather/Babysitter Nanami gives the guy one warning, only one before pouncing on him. I mean, youre just sitting there, eating your food and minding your own business when some leech says this shit to you and Nanami sees the way your smile falters, the way your eyes dim a bit. When the guy doesnt back off, tries to say something else, Nanami tells you to "finish your food. I'll be back." before grabbing the man by his collar and taking him outside to beat the lights out of him. Then he returns, and orders you another sandwich and tells you to eat more.

Yandere big bro Choso doesnt exactly get what the comment meant at first. It isnt until the guy leaves and he asks what that was about that you explain to him what that insult was. Oh boy, Choso is unnervingly silent all the way home, and only after youre asleep does he go out to hunt that man down and kill him. Maybe he could give him to Mahito to play with a little.

Yandere dads/besties SatuSugu work as a team when they hear this. Suguru is keeping you distracted and feeding you more food while Gojo traps the man in his domain expansion and tortures him there for fun.

#yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo #dark gojo satoru #yandere gojo satoru #yandere naoya #yandere choso #yandere nanami #yandere geto

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ghxstyfae · 1 month

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Rafe Cameron x Puppygirl ♡ Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw, 24/7 power exchange, dom/sub dynamics, rafe may be seen as toxique, consenual somnophilia, breeding kink, pet play, puppy play, fluff, drug use, Puppy has adhd

Taglist: @sunflowerleii @itzdarling

Rafe absolutely adores his puppy

Shes the sweetest, most energetic little ball of sunshine.

Puppy could probably have anyone on the planet with her magnetic personality, but she loves no one but him ♡

He never thought he'd be interested in a very clingy gf but he LOVES how shes always sitting on his lap or attached to him like a koala

He definitely keeps a cage like this or this in his bedroom just for her ♡

Of course Puppy bites him all the time, but consider this: he also bites her. His teeth dig into the back of her neck and she just goes limp in his arms <3 he does this whenver hes misbehaving but also when shes anxious or jittery

Leaving puppy alone when he goes to work is criminal negligence (in her eyes) so *IF POSSIBLE* if hes working at a desk, she'll sit underneath it, or even just in his car for a couple hours💀

He keeps her favourite candies in his pocket and literally gives them to her like treats (scooby snacks and lindt chocolates)

Clicker training!!!! Everytime he makes her cum, or does something that he knows makes her stimmy happy, he'll start pressing his lil clicker😣

"You're too dumb to do that today, silly puppy" as he bends down to tie her shoes for her

Of course he doesnt let her keep a job (not that she really wants one!) Being his good puppy is perfect enough

Collars<3 if shes comfortable having an actual pet collar then he'd 100% want one, but would prob only let her wear it at home or going to safe places.

If shes not into those, then something more discrete, like this.

Head rubs/pats, back rubs, belly rubs

Of course puppy girl is always horny, he once found her *desperately* humping a pillow while he was sleeping right beside him, since then hes told her the only things shes allowed to grind against w/o permission is his leg

And Puppy highkey takes full advantage of that. While hes working, sleeping, etc

They also both have breeding kinks and its so unsafe🤭 its actually a wonder she doesnt have pups yet tbh

Back to biting, Puppy has a huge oral fixation, and Rafe is her perfect target ♡ he's constantly covered in bite marks (literally him) basically a chewtoy for her

Of course Puppy gets zoomies once in awhile, but Rafe'll usually just fuck the extra energy out of her <3

Puppy is veryy curious about everything

She always wants to be involved in Rafes business, and at first he thought he'd bring her along once just to scare her out of begging again. She now wont let him leave the house without her

It didnt scare her, quite the opposite in fact it intrigued her. Shes loyal to him, regardless of weather hes in the wrong or not

When she first asked to try a bump he laughed his ass off. Not because he thought she couldn't handle it, but she was already a ball of energy without it, no way in hell was he getting her high and adding to that

She did however pout enough to make him agree for her to atleast try pot

If she enjoys it, itll become a very common thing, especially because of all her extra energy all the time

Puppy Loves how casually dominant Rafe is.

He orders for her when she cant decide what she wants (choosing what she wants!) There was probably even a time where some waitstaff commented on how she could make her own choices that made Puppy litterally LOL

He also helps to remind her to do things that slip her mind sometimes like wating breakfast, taking any medications, doing her skincare, finishing homework, etc

He wont lie, shes definitely strange (she once asked to hold his weiner while he pissed💀) but he loves it.

Its almost toxic because he knows thats she will always see him in the best light no matter what he does. He would never knowingly lead her astray, but she doesnt know that and still blindly follow his every word.

Thats not to say shes not bratty once in awhile

Her periods become an incredibly prickly time, full of many moodswings and "i dont want anyone to touch me" (followed by crying over the fact that hes not cuddling her)

One time he made a joke saying he wouldn't go buy her snacks because "puppies cant have chocolate" 🙄 hes an idiot.

He adores teasing her because shes just so reactive, she squirms and blushes or yells at him and cries. He'll never stop obsessing over her tears

#fanfiction #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron obx #rafe headcanons #rafe cameron headcanons

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mio-actuallywrites · 5 months

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May I request headcanons of house wardens with a partner whos Sam's younger sisbling but ended up overblotting due to her magic going out of control as she could've made deals(like azul did but she takes the joy of using magic so kinda the soul stuff because she wants to bring someone back form the dead thats related to her and sam(you can pick what kind of person it is)

You can ignore this if your too busy

Wait this is actually such a unique and good idea. I’ll try my best to write this but since I never watched Princess and The Frog i will try to make it the best I could.

I didn’t know what to do with Vils part, but if you wanted me to write him I will go on and do so.

Also had no motivation writing around this time so I’m sorry for late response!!

As soon as you walked out of your coffin at Night Raven College your brother, Sam immediately made you the co owner of his shop, often running around and helping him secure deals. Your unique magic, fate of the shadows often helped you. The magic allowed you to summon shadow figures, or spirits to help you around, or to simply have a chat with. However a shadow named Dr. Facilier kept coming to chat with you. After learning more about him you decided to summon him. With out letting anyone know. Let’s just say your unique magic consumes… a lot of… blot.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

When Riddle saw you in your full overblot glory his first response once to collar you.

He probably shouted “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” And it worked… until a shadow figure flung it off of you, and proceeded to attack him.

Although you had the magic, the shadows were attacking him as you attempted to summon Dr. Facilier.

However right before you did, someone or just him managed to deal the final hit before you passed out.

After you recovered he would lecture you, but not to harshly and would try his best to comfort you.

Once you get better he’d probably throw a unbirthday party and ask Trey to make your favorite foods.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona noticed a change of your behavior, you started to distance yourself and mumbled stuff when you swore no one heard you.

However midway through one of his many naps Ruggie came in and started shaking him yelling off about you, spirits and blot. However his mind quickly put it together as he went up and immediately went to find you.

Once he does find you, he saw other students trying to stop you, however a lot of shadow figures kept attacking them probably most likely to your UM he thought.

He snuck past them however and found you, summoning something. And that is when he decided to strike.

Whatever happens next you could be able to choose but after the aftermath, he just forces you to sleep with him.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Azul was wondering were you were, you usually came by the Lounge this time to help him with orders or deals.

So he was most certainly suprised to see you summoning someone… (is this what really goes on above the sea is what he prob thought lmao.)

He then got Jade and Floyd to come with him and go beat you up.

So after defeating you, he forced you to make a contract with him so you would NEVER summon anyone again.

Let’s just say he kept that contract extra extra safe and barely ever saw it…

KALIM AL ASIM

I feel like he was planning a party or whatever until Jamil comes bursting in to let him know what happened.

After that, he would run to go find you, with Jamil behind him with a even bigger frown then what he usually wears.

So after saving you he would literally start crying and kept on repeating, never do that again!!!!

However, after you did eventually feel better, expect a party!!

I feel like for the rest of the month he would stay around you way more. (If it’s even possible.)

IDIA SHROUD

So it would be almost impossible to go overblot due to Ortho, but let’s just say Ortho wasn’t even aware.

However, when Idia was busy gaming or doing whatever he does, Ortho suddenly burst in telling him about what was going on.

He and Ortho quickly came, (much to Idias dismay.) and shot you down and after that, took you too Ifias room.

After Ortho did whatever he needed to heal you, he decided to go make technology or something to help with your recovery and to also help you with your powers to not summon evil people.

After you overblotted it was probably more like Ortho taking care of you but it was fine! Idia was probably making stuff to help you with your magic.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

Malleus knows that your busy, but not that busy to skip your daily night walks….

So when he eventually comes to your dorm and dint see you there he knew something was wrong. So he teleported to you and found you… doing magic?

However with your shift from appearance he knew something was wrong and immediately was asking… until he realized what happened.

After he dealt with you (much to Sebeks dismay) he took you to Diasomnia and (locked) took you to a healing tower to help heal you.

Anyways I feel like he uses the experience to learn more about humans.

So overall he would make sure you would promise him toAbsolutely never do that again + he used his powers to give you a faster recovery. Although he’d probably be more protective

Also the world you once loved is slowly being worked on, hopefully it would be out near the 20th!!

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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aliceyabusamesoneball · 2 years

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ashe fashion fun dress pretty wonderful amazing perfect gorgeous beautiful?

wow!!!!!!!!! i never expected this from you guy0509 you never talk about ashe (also contains some spoilers probably)

ashe's style is a little confusing to me but i will try my best to pinpoint it 🤔

his regular outfit being a changshan makes me think he'd wear chinese clothing (or clothing with chinese elements like the mandarin collar)

here is his regular outfit

the colors stand out to me a lot because that sort of blue/green/tealish color thats like muted and darker is a color he wears a lot and i actually have seen some chinese clothing that's specifically this color, it's probably because it matches his hair though

this image is super low quality BUT the colors are a little similar to ashe's outfit so i think that's cool!! but yeah the color's not super common (most chinese clothing i see is either red or a deep blue) but it's not super rare either i think (take my opinion with a grain of salt because i'm not super connected with chinese culture but yeah i am half chinese)

also his bow color matches the accent color on the changshan so to me that makes his color palette very consistent!! however regarding other elements i'm not super sure BUT the mandarin collar on the changshan along with other art makes me think he likes to keep his neck covered a little?

for example in this picture the collar of the shirt is really high but also this picture confuses me a little because the colors don't go with what ashe normally wears since it's a really light shade of blue.. but this is probably more of a casual outfit

but i wanna circle back to the chinese fashion thing a part of me wonders why ashe likes chinese fashion specifically so much considering he's supposed to be a traveler?? like there are a lot of other cultures he could pull from

it might be the neck thing or something like that because mandarin collars do typically cover up your neck and he's also wearing a black turtleneck under his regular outfit (which also covers his neck) or it could be another thing that hasn't been revealed about his character yet like maybe he's been to china a lot or something.. i'm not sure

another idea why he might be so drawn to chinese culture is because it's more community-oriented than culture in the west?? it's difficult to explain but like in the us people consider themselves more independent from their family while in china (and in a lot of the east overall i'm pretty sure) it's more like you're just a member of the unit of your family and ashe is pretty big on family so it would make sense to me but this is a style analysis not a character analysis so

also i believe this is a cheongsam (i'm like 90% sure) and it looks very nice on him and even though the picture is sort of black and white you can tell the color of it is sort of faded and dark so i'm just going to assume it's similar to the color of his changshan that he wears for his regular outfit

anyways here is his outfit in the past and he seems to like popped collars (another ashe and noel parallel??? /j) so along with the mandarin collar he might like to wear a lot of interesting collar shapes

also he seems to like deeper shades of colors rather than lighter ones because he's still wearing a deep color here it's just regular blue instead of teal but also it might just be his school uniform i don't remember much about his backstory

AND ALSO i wanna bring attention to the bows they are so cute!! but in his past he seems to only wear black bows while in the present he normally wears a bright lime greenish bow which i think is interesting and it's probably because of the way his personality shifted due to his backstory and all i think he changed his bow color to be a brighter color to seem more like a cheerful and friendly person maybe? like to give off the type of energy he wished he had in order to prevent what happened

speaking of the bows i have to talk about this because even though this is in the present his bow is black!! and hes a doctor!! this just makes me a little sad because when he was younger he wanted to be a doctor and this outfit is obviously like... i dont know how to describe it maybe like a "what if" scenario for him if that never happened to his family?? but the thing is HE DIDNT EVEN PICK THIS OUT THE PHOTOBOOTH DEMON GUY DID SO HE DIDNT EVEN DO THIS ON PURPOSE this mustve made him feel sad inside

and also the popped collar returns along with colors that are not bright at all so ❗ consistency

theres also the school au (?) outfit which is similar to what he wore in the past but it's more consistent with his current color tastes (the faded blue/green/teal thing) and he's wearing his bright colored bow

this is also very similar to noel's regular outfit with the popped collar and button up jacket which is interesting

i'm pretty sure this is his bonus stage outfit you can't really see much of the details 😢 but again the colors are consistent!! its just more greenish but that makes sense since that's his theme color and iz probably wanted to emphasize that

i'm pretty sure this is his halloween outfit (?) so again the colors and the popped collar!! his bow is interesting to me because it's more of a darker color and not the one he usually wears but it does match with his outfit so that's probably why

speaking of his outfit i think the accent is pretty much the same color as the accent on his changshan so he definitely likes that color a lot too but more as a secondary color rather than the color of one of his garments

i think it's interesting that he's wearing a big bow with a blue rose it makes me think of noel and claire 🧐 it's probably just a coincidence because the blue does go with his outfit but still green and blue are definitely his colors

the gems on his accessories makes me think that maybe he'd like to attach jewels onto like his hair bow or something like that??

this isn't one of his like main outfits but i think he looks a little cute.. also it's interesting that he still chose to wear that jacket when it's clearly hot outside at this time (and i think they're going swimming??) so going along with the neck thing too he probably prefers to bring something so he can cover up where he can maybe??

also i forgot to mention this earlier but i think he likes sleeves that are a little bigger and longer than his arm (it's very prominent in his regular outfit but in other outfits too) and also he likes little cuffs at the ends of his sleeves

a little muddled but overall here is how i would style ashe:

definitely a lot of that blue/green/teal color, it matches his hair and also he wears it all the time

that gold/lime-ish color as an accent color

clothes with cool collars like the popped collars and also like mandarin collars + big, long sleeves with cool cuffs at the ends

some chinese clothes like the cheongsam.. and maybe a little paper umbrella to go with it

turtleneck sweaters and button up cardigans/jackets when it's cold

LOTS AND LOTS of bows!! especially bright colored ones and maybe throw a few black ones in there just in case

perhaps some cute little gems to attach to his bows or something like that?

#whnoc #ashe bradley #kid's heart spoilers #ashe is actually super pretty #i love his hair its so nice #by the way if you are also chinese and you want to correct me on something please do!!#i'm 100% not an expert this is just a silly little thing #him and noel have a more similar style than i thought they would #i love when a character's clothing also reflects their personality it's so fun #piper clothes

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wizisbored · 2 years

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Oh Do share!!! 👀

ok so. snake oil worldbuilding thoughts.

thought one: water. was wondering where skye is getting drinking water from and came to the conclusion that there are ponds and lakes. nothing running and nothing massive, but there are occasional pools of water in the void. nothing in the netherworld reflects in them, looking into them it looks like you're looking up from under the surface of water in the living world, all upside-down trees and such. the water is always cold. lydia and skye fill up a bunch of bottles and stuff whenever they encounter a pond so theyve always got a good supply. lydia knows its drinkable since thats how beetlejuice used to get water for her.

thought two: food. ghosts dont need to eat but can, and some do for fun if they can afford it. its kinda a luxury. lydia has to steal food for skye most of the time if she can get away with it, since they dont have the money to buy it every day. and since its a luxury most of the food being sold is rich stuff like cake and steak and other things, and sometimes lydia has to resort to giving skye the kind of shit she had to eat as a captive just to make sure her diet is as balanced as they can manage, which i would assume is especially important with her heart condition.

thought three: chalk. its kinda easy to find bits of chalk just kinda dotted around the netherworld, since people use them to draw enterance doors and then dont have further use for them. lydia has the idea to use white chalk and water to make a kinda paint to rub on skye's skin to disguise her as a ghost. not sure how well that would actually work, but ah well, suspention of disbelief.

thought four: sandworm hunters. (cw for animal death and hunting on this one) ive had the thought pretty much from the start that certain items, such as the heckhounds' collars and basil's gloves are sandworm hide. like leather but far tougher, and quite expensive due to how hard and dangerous it is to bring down a sandworm. i was thinking this morning about the people that hunt sandworms in order for their hide to be something thats used. ghosts cant remove the clothes they died in but many add them on. im thinking the hunters have a kinda cowboy aesthetic, for no pratical reason but just for the vibes, since they ride skeletal horses out into the void to wrangle huge animals. theyre mostly adrenaline junkies; since sandworms are one of the few things that can destroy ghosts this is one of the only ways to get the thrill of something dangerous. they use harpoons and spears and other such impliments, and then send up flares for another team to come out with carts to get the skin and take it back to towns. im thinking sandworms are hollow, theres no meat, but maybe they take the bones too. and because i want to explore this concept im thinking of having an occurence where, in order to earn some money, lydia leaves skye with the secondary cart team of a band of hunters and borrows the horse of someone who was eaten during the last hunt. she has absolutely no hunting skill, can barely ride a horse, but is accepted by the team on the merit of being a demon, because they assume demons would be good at killing things.

#snake oil au

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willowwhispersspeakeasy · 2 years

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OM! demon bros when mc uses their pact to make them *nut*

okayyy here it is folks! so I've said before that I think that if mc were to command one of the demon’s they have a pact w/ to cum, their body would respond automatically.

this content is not appropriate for minors

warnings: gender neutral reader, nsfw, dom reader, forced orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, collars, degradation, hair pulling, overstimulation, somnophilia, use of the title “master”, use of the name “pet”

Lucifer

with great power comes great responsibility. okay be real careful with this one. if you are a bratty type just know that That Shit is off the table. if you are one of the rare souls able to dominate Lucifer however, that changes things.

the worst punishment you could possibly give him is humiliation. and well, as I said here Lucifer, on his knees, tears in his eyes as you continue to order him to orgasm until his body is shaking at your mercy.

the first time you do it was a hell of an experience. you're sitting on his desk in front of him, and hes rather annoyed as you’ve ordered him not to touch you. aware he can't because of the pact it places a very naughty idea in your mind.

“Lucifer~ how would you feel if I gave you another command hm?” you purr. Lucifer gives you a quizzical look, but he agrees. you hook your legs under his chair and drag him closer, brushing his face fondly.

you can practically feel his ego swell at the affection. you lean down, placing a slow but light kiss to his lips. as you pull away you state your command. “cum.”

the demon before you’s eyes roll back and you are blessed with the most beautiful deep groan of pleasure. Lucifer isn't very vocal unless you ask him to be, and hearing such a wonderful sound pulled from him makes you purr.

hes shocked and panting when he comes down. you pet his hair to help ground him again, before cupping his cheeks and pulling his gaze back to yours.

“please, my love, be very careful with that.” he growls.

Mammon

hes terrified once this is discovered. the thought that you could literally make him cream his pants at any time haunts him. but... in kinda a sexy way. hes a liar when he says that idea doesn't turn him on. wishing you'd take advantage of him while stopped at a red light or in the back of a classroom.

our boyo here is one hell of a switch, and a real quick way to send him into a subspace is use this trump card of yours.

Mammon has you pinned beneath him, mouth hot on your neck. he has your hands pinned above your head by your wrists. his hold is strong but not tight, he'd never want to hurt you.

“Mammon- please-” you gasped as he sucks a new hickie onto your neck.

“hmm~ please what sugar? watcha want?” his voice is gravely as you struggle against his hold.

“please, Mammon,” you pull your head up to say your next word closer to his ear. “cum.”

a choked moan sounds from the demon above you. his body buckles, catching himself on his thighs and elbows mostly, even in such a state hes frightened to crush you. he whines, now rutting against your hip as the hands once on your wrists now interlace his fingers with yours.

“ss-s-thats cheat’n!” he stumbles to speak, brain still clouded. bringing one of your legs around him you press on his back and hips to let him lay on top of you to catch his breath.

just as hes mostly recovered and whining about you “cheating” again you flip him over by the hips and pin him down in return this time.

“now you’ll be a good boy for me, right?” you purr, grinding on his now sensitive dick. a sadistic grin on your face as his head rolls back and he gasps.

Leviathan

that shits straight out of his fantasies. cumming on command for his master? whenever and wherever they decide? hes getting hard just thinking about it.

however he will NOT admit to that fantasy under most circumstances. he'd rather die.

Levi sat back on his heels, nude as a newborn. his face was bright pink reaching all the way back to his ears. his gaze was trained on the ground, far to shy by the present situation, to spite the fact he’d been thinking about this very moment for days in anticipation.

you tugged on the leash attached to his pretty little collar, pulling his eyes to meet yours.

“you like sitting pretty for me like that don't you.” you grin down at him. Levi swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing. “well, answer me, pet.” you tugged harsher on the leash, forcing him onto his palms.

“y-yes I do!” he answers.

“what a pathetic little pet I have, barely able to answer his master.” you tisk in disappointment. Levi feels a shiver down his spine at your harsh tone, already hard from your mean words.

“well, lets see if you can do anything right.” you grab a fistful of his blue-purple hair and tug his neck up. he gasps, hands coming up to balance himself on your thighs as hes pulled to his knees again.

you scoff down at the demon before you, tugging on his leash and pulling his head back by the hair. “cum like the filthy pet you are.” Levi’s eyes roll back in his skull as a broken whimper falls from his lips. his hips buck up into nothing as he cum paints his stomach.

Satan

first of all to dom Satan successfully is arguably harder than Lucifer. however, it can be done if you know how to coax him into subspace. commanding him to cum out of left field will only piss him off.

how you probably learned of this extent of your pact, involved him already inside of you. plowing you good you choked out ordering him to cum inside you, and to yours (and his) surprise it happened just like that. however now you use this ability in much softer circumstance.

you stroked the blondes hair away from his eyes, making sure he rested comfortably on your chest in the large bathtub. Satan let out a sigh of contentment.

a long day of holding off his temper, but in this moment in your arms he felt at pease. you stroked over his chest with feather light touches, teasing over his nipples and across his neck.

he let out pretty gasps and whines for you. having him in such a venerable state in your arms was a rare and special gift.

“how to you feel my love?” you purred, placing a kiss to his head.

“warm.” he replied. you chuckled at the simplicity of his answer.

“do you want me to make you feel good?” you asked. he took in a deep breath.

“yes, please.” he buried his face in your neck, already knowing what came next.

“cum for me, love.” you cooed. he gasped, hands gripping your arms as his stomach convulsed along with his orgasm. he groaned once it finally stopped. “how do you feel?” you asked once more.

“I feel-” his reply was cut short by a broken gasp as you grabbed his sensitive cock and began pumping him slowly, using the water and his last release to glide over the skin teasingly.

Asmodeus

you do have his explicit consent to use this whenever and wherever you please. just be warned hes loud when he cums.

hes real fun to tease with this. order him to cum and then proceed to ignore him. he hates that. Asmo is the avatar of Lust not the avatar of orgasms he wants to be used and played with and absolutely not just cum and then be left in his own sticky pants.

you can feel the waves of frustration rolling off the demon sat behind you. you had ordered him to cum in the library earlier today, with a hand over his mouth to stifle at least some of the obscene noises he made. you then informed him that you wouldn’t play with him any more until you were done studying for your test.

that was almost 8 hours ago. its well into the late evening now, and you are still sat at your desk back at the house, a text book open as your hand scribbles down your notes.

“please-” he begins whining from where hes sat on your bed. “I've been patient!”

“oh would you like me to-” you turned over your shoulder, grinning at him.

“yes! yes please please please-” he has the biggest puppy eyes as he crawls towards you on your bed.

“alright. Asmodeus, cum.” you grin as his body jerks.

“nonononono!” you’ve never heard someone so upset to orgasm in your life. Asmo throws his head back, champagne hair in his loose curls spread on your bed. Hes breathy and whiny as his hips buck into nothing.

“no? I thought that's what you wanted Asmo?” you faked your confusion, until you saw tears in his eyes.

“please- just touch me, please!” he hiccups. maybe you’d pushed him farther then you'd realized. you quickly made your way to your bed, scooping him up in your arms. you shushed him, leaning down to kiss your needy demon while rubbing him gently over his pants.

Beelzebub

Beel is surprisingly shy about this kinda stuff. making him nut in public is absolutely off the table for him. hes a service top for the most part so he’ll do most anything you ask, just not that.

as I've mentioned before, our big boy gets off on getting you off. his pleasure is usually secondary in his mind in regards to anything sexual. (he puts his needs first with food in his normal life anyway)

sat on the edge of the bathtub, with your very hungry lover on his knees between your legs wasn't usually how you’d spend a Thursday afternoon after RAD. Beel’s appetite was unstoppable, but his hunger for you was usually saved for taking you on the kitchen counter in the early hours of the morning.

today however, he’d been restless. eyeing you like a starving predator all day. he apologized when you got home, saying he didn't want to be rude or make you uncomfortable. when you pulled him away with you and ordered him to his knees however he knew you weren't upset.

now he was love drunk on you, mouth and tongue relentless on your sex. his eyes were closed, lost in his own world. you could pull pretty growls from him by tugging his ginger hair, they’d vibrate against you just right.

Beel could hear your moans hitch, feel your abs clench at your oncoming orgasm. while you knew he loved going down on you as much as you loved having his mouth devour you, you wanted, no you needed a sense of connection with him.

“B-Beel,” you choked out, begging him to open those pretty violet eyes of his. he knows what you want and you’re soon met with his cloudy gaze.

“Beel, I want you to come with me- okay?” he growls deep, causing your head to fall back. you can feel his tongue working faster, sucking harder. one more tug of his hair and a growl and you’re over the edge.

“cum, Beel! now!” you choke out the command in a moan, greeting by a deep groan from the demon between your legs as he orgasms with you. you continue to buck into your face as you ride your high, slowly shaking as you come down.

Beel removes his mouth from you, his face and mouth wet with your fluids.

“fuck, that was hot.” he growls.

Belphagor

I'll say this once: do it in his sleep. or make him cream his pants when hes been bratty and then leave him with the mess. or you could use this same power to slowly edge him.

Belphagor also gave you explicit consent to use this power whenever you see fit. along with the threat of revenge if you abuse it however.

you’ve been teasing him all day. showing skin, talking to him in that dom voice that gets to him, trailing your touches over him a bit longer. when you finally pulled him away for some alone time he thought he was finally going to get some relief.

“Belphie, you cannot cum until I say. understood?” a loud whine left the demon beneath you.

“please? please I really wanna-” he groaned, trying to buck his hips into you.

“and you will. but only when I say.” Belphie whined again as he felt the power of your pact deep in his gut, locking away his orgasm.

he doesn't believe you. three days. three days you’ve been edging him. hes tried giving himself wet dreams, tried masterbating even. broken most of your rules to boot. hes desperate. your teasing hasn't let up either and hes hornier then a virgin teenager.

hes exhausted and about to cry when you cum again. panting as you lean against your lover. his balls are so heavy, his mind so clouded he can't think of anything but you. and yet you shush him, cleaning him up from your cum and telling him to sleep.

he does. he sleeps deep. hes a tired boy from your punishment. you cradle his head in your lap, cooing to him softly. hes still hard as a rock and you reach down to stroke the angry red head on his cock. he doesn't stir.

“you haven't been a good boy for me, so naughty, so bratty. I was going to let you cum today, but that angry mouth of yours. no, I'm not going to give you the satisfaction.” you giggle, leaning down and whispering the command in his ear.

“cum Belphie, and don't stop until your empty.”

Belphagor wakes up in a cold sweat. the horny feeling that had clouded his mind for three days was lifted. he wasn't even hard with his morning wood. all he remembers is your voice in a far away dream, one he can barely recall.

he cried out in anger and frustration. all that torture and you hadn't even let him experience the relief. I hope you aren't far because you are going to have a very broken demon on your hands.

he’ll be a good boy, he’ll be so good. just please, please don't do that again.

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haitaini · 3 years

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delirious

about: what kind of yandere are they?

characters: manjiro sano, nahoya kawata, rindou and ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, tetta kisaki, izana kurokawa, kazutora hanemiya.

warnings: yandere (obv), stalking, kidnapping, implied murder, manipulation, blackmail, toxicity in general

tagging: @ultmugi @waskasa @bajisbabe @raizelswitch

minors dont interact, dark content ahead

DEPENDENT TYPE.

you’re his whole world, and not in a healthy way. will beg you not to throw him away cause he wouldn’t be able to live without you, he’ll genuinely feel his will to live leave him, will manipulate and guilt trip you to stay. and you will, cause you know he’ll do crazy shit like go on a murdering spree, killing people youre close to, blaming them for you leaving him.

“you can’t leave me, i already lost everyone and im not going to lose you next,” he gets on his knees in front of you, begging you with tears in his eyes. “how am i gonna live? do you know what’s gonna happen to me when you leave?” he whispers, eyes widening by the second before getting up and tugging you by the collar of your shirt, “i’m gonna fuckin’ die, and it’s gonna be your fault, please stay with me,”

MIKEY + KAZUTORA + IZANA

RESTRAINTS TYPE.

he wants be with you, 24/7, not a single minute passing by without him spending it with you. he saw you once, and he wanted to make you all his, just for him. his little cutie that’s there for them whenever he needs them, thats you. so he kidnaps you, locks you in his room and ties you up to his bed, so he can come back home to you waiting all prettily on his bed, dried tears on your face, physically unable to cry again.

you only wanted to help, thats all. you saw his wallet falling off his pocket, and you run to him and pick it up, tapping his shoulder and smiling at him. “hey! sorry to interrupt but you dropped your wallet,” his eyebrows raised, eyes quickly scanning you and his face immediately softens at your smile. he’s obsessed. he wants you, he wants you all to himself and no one else’s. that’s why he did all the research he needed about you and decided to make you his. he kidnaps you from your own house, bringing you back to his house, tying you up on his bed. “finally! arent you excited baby?” he smiles, blush dusting his face as he strokes your hair with your fingers. “we’re gonna be together forever! you won’t ever leave me.”

SANZU + KISAKI

TRAINING TYPE.

he uses a reward system on you to shape you into whatever he wants. he’s manipulative, and you’re just so easy to shape. he takes advantage of the “love” you have for him and he turns you into something that satisfies his obsession. this can also come under the restraint type, they’d let you go for a day, a couple of doors unlocked for you while watching you with a hidden camera to see if you’re all good for him, and if you were he’d reward you so well. and you, deeply brainwashed by his manipulation, get super excited over the fact that he’s rewarding you after weeks of training and punishment.

“oh baby, i just got home and realized that i left a couple of doors open,” he walks into the room, spotting you on his bed with his pillow between your arms, just laying down. you immediately get up at the sound of his voice before you let out a small smile. “oh.. i didn’t know,” you mumble and he’d chuckle at you. “mm i know, you were so good for me today weren’t you? staying in the room the entire day waiting for me, hm?” you nod, completely brainwashed from the weeks of his words and manipulation, training you like a dog. “what a good pup you are, you deserve a reward,” he says and sits next to you, taking his phone out and giving it to you. “you can order whatever clothes you want baby, you deserve it.”

SANZU + RAN + NAHOYA

LONELINESS INDUCTION TYPE.

hes a scumbag. the type to forcefully make you want to want him, or need him even. the type to get your attention using fucked up shit, for the sole purpose of your attention being on him and him only. kind of similar to the dependent type, but the opposite. he wants You to be dependent on him and he’s gonna do whatever it takes to make it happen. whether its by spreading rumors about you to everyone, blackmailing you, even fucking your mentality up just for your attention.

you look at him with tears in your eyes, fists clenching on his shirt. “you said you’d stop cheating on me if i didnt meet (name),” you let out, throat all choked up from frustration. “i stopped meeting him, what more do you want?” he chuckles and brings a hand to stroke your cheek with his thumb, blood filled with euphoria as he see’s you all desperate for his attention and his alone. “awe, baby you know i’m already yours,” he grins, looking at your eyes welling up tears again. “you’re so dumb for thinking any of the other bitches matter to me, you’re the only one i love,”

HANMA + RINDOU

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urmommies--girl · 2 years

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All of all the male characters you write for, who do you think prefers to be called daddy/sir/master? Or any female ones that like to be called those too bc female daddies are lowkey sooo hot

For my female daddies? Natasha Romanoff 100% she loves being called daddy because like the feminist she is, Natasha thinks that it’s sexist only guys get called ‘daddy’ so she’s like fuck it call me daddy

Carol likes it because it’s humiliating. She likes seeing you get all embarrassed and subby when you call her ‘daddy’ but honestly you’d have to petition for the whole ddlg thing if you wanted it because Carol wants to be called Captain. She’s got some control issues and I feel like when you use her title in a sexual way it drives her mental.

Valkyrie. Nothing really to say here.

I’M SORRY CAN I JUST SAY THAT ELEKTRA WANTS TO BE CALLED MA’AM. she is so degrading about it like it’s fucking toxic as hell but who cares? Toxic Women <3 like this thought just came to me but Elektra digging her very expensive Louboutin heels into your back while you cry from the pain- I- true love <3

Idk but I’ve seen a lot of fics about the marauders and daddy kinks but honestly I don’t see it. Like Remus likes ‘sir’ or ‘professor’ because it gives him a sense of authority whilst I feel like Sirius is more a ‘Master and maid’ kinda guy, like he just enjoys the submission and humiliation it brings out in you and we all know Sirius is a sadistic fuck. Now for James? I’m sorry tumblr has ruined me. James is a sub and wants to call you ‘mommy’ regardless of gender you are James’s mommy. You make him feel comfortable and safe.

Now, I love me a good Ben Barnes character, so here we are.

Logan Delos has a sir kink. I do not wish to elaborate other then he likes the respect.

BILLY MOTHERFUCKING RUSSO. I WAS FUCKING HYPED FOR THIS ONE MAN. Lieutenant, Sir, Master, Daddy. Those names are all on the table however if Billy had to order them from favourite to least favourite, it would probably go: 1. Lieutenant for sure 2. Sir because Billy likes the boss x secretary trope wayyy to much 3. Master, like Sirius he just finds it cute and embarrassing and will probably get you a collar <3 4. Daddy, idk he doesn’t hate it but my man’s an orphan so it’s pretty self explanatory.

Aleksander Morozova? Ok I wasn’t actually sure about this one. I’d say maybe like ‘your highness’ or ‘my king’, ‘general’, just anything that makes him feel like he has power over you (which he does because this man can spill soup on my wedding dress and I’d thank him)

Enough of Ben Barnes because I’m gonna die otherwise.

GERALT. OK OK OK DEEP BREATHS VERA DEEP BREATHS. Daddy. Instantly Daddy. I mean personally I’d like to call him BDD (Big Dick Daddy) but oh well. Geralt likes to make you feel safe and loved so if that means taking up the sort of ‘parental’ roll in your relationship he’ll do it. Not that Geralt doesn’t enjoy the nickname too but you’d probably have to just explain that you’re ok with it because he’s definitely here for it. Also ^ Is there like a Princess x Knight kink? Because Geralt has that.

Frank Castle, I’m getting so carried away with these. Unlike Billy, he doesn’t enjoy having his title used in bed. Whilst Frank is proud of his service he has sex to escape that world for a bit. I guess I can kinda see Frank with a daddy kink but it really depends. Ok yeah, I can see it. Frankie definitely has a daddy kink but only if you’re like his little ‘doll’ or ‘angel’, when taking on that roll, Frank has to have you completely at his mercy, he enjoys you wearing cute, frilly outfits around the house just to advertise your innocence :)

Matt Murdock, ok so I haven’t watched that much of Daredevil, I know I know don’t hit me. However, Elektras hot. I just thought I’d say that. ANYWAYYYYY, can Matt have an Avocado kink? Ok, ok I’ll take it seriously…..a lawyer kink. Your honour- NO WAIT CUZ THATS ACTUALLY HOT AS FUCK- DEEP FUCKING BREATHS! OH MY GOD! Ummm maybe Sir but like in a really innocent way? Like you work at a bakery and just the way you say ‘sir’ in such an innocent way immediately gives him a hard-on, “what can I get you today, Sir?” Your light airy words run straight to his cock, he clears his throat, something about you was different, “what do you recommend?”

Ok I’m sorry I’ll stop ❤️

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dr4cking · 3 years

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hiyaaaa can I request a draco that hates everyone except y/n of course he’s so overprotective over her and so soft!?

The Only Exception.

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draco malfoy x reader | fluff | anon requested.

a/n : hii this is my first time ever writing a fluff because i was only good at writing dirty things lol but i tried so i hope this meets your expectations and thank you for requesting! <3

“get out of my sight, potter” draco shouted pointing at his best sworn enemy, harry potter himself. he walked past him not even glancing at him but bumped his shoulder on purpose making harry lose a little balance.

“oh get lost, malfoy!” harry clapped back after regaining his balance, hermione and ron already holding him by his shoulder preventing him from punching the blonded guy.

“what did you just say?! serpenso-“

“draco lucius malfoy!” draco throw his wand away as soon as he heard the familiar voice shouting at him from behind, his favorite voice.

“oh- hello y/n! h-how are you?” draco turns around to meet his lovely girl, his voice shaking nervously as he looks into her eyes but quickly laughed it off, harry potter scoffed at the scene in front of him before motioning his friends to follow him.

“dont think i didnt see what you were gonna do, draco. thats not a good idea, you know?” y/n pick up his wand from the floor and clinging onto his arm dragging him to their house.

“i know i know, im sorry y/n but he’s just so annoying and i cant stand him!” draco whines dramatically making y/n rolled her eyes at his usual obsession.

“i think you’re obsessed with him, draco. why dont you date him already, hmm?” y/n jokingly said, poking his cheek to tease him even more making draco scrunched his face in disgust.

“y/n please dont make me run to the bathroom and throw all of the food from my stomach into the toilet” y/n was laughing hard at his dramatic words holding her stomach, it secretly brings a smile and a blush onto his face but he quickly hides it.

as they making their way to their house, draco didnt stop rambling about potter and making fun of him giving the girl no chance to stop her laughter.

>>>>>

the next day comes and draco was sitting peacefully in the great hall with y/n sitting beside him, that was until blaise zabini, his best friend took a seat in front of them.

“hey mate, i was looking for this, can i have one?” blaise said as he snatches the chocolate frog from him and shoves it into his mouth, he hummed at the taste making draco gets angrier.

“piss off, zabini!” draco yelled out loud getting annoyed, his action enough to make all the slytherins turning at him. y/n beside him only can shake her head in embarrassment.

“draco be nice, look around,” y/n whispers to him, her fingers stroking his arms softly to calm him down.

“but it was my favorite y/n and this idiot just ate it!” draco protested at his best friend in anger who only give him a sly grin, y/n rolled her eyes and drag him out of the great hall, again.

“you can always have mine, draco. dont be so dramatic” y/n took out her chocolate frog from her pocket and open it feeding draco the chocolate who gladly eats it with a happy smile back on his face. she chuckles at his cuteness.

>>>>>

y/n walked downstairs with her best friend, pansy parkinson, she was looking for her man but he was nowhere to be seen.

“pans, you can go first to the class, i’m gonna look for draco before he’s gonna be late, i’ll meet you there” pansy nodded and leave but not before giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek making both of them giggles.

y/n look around to find a certain blonde, she hadn’t seen draco since the last class, she continues looking around to find him and thats where she found him, with the first year in front of him, she already knew where is this going.

“you better finish this by the end of the day, if not you know the consequences.” draco whispered to the first year giving him his homework, he threatened him while pulling out a few galleons to him, the little boy was shaking in fear and only nodded at his order.

what draco doesnt realize is y/n already stood behind him, tapping her foot and crossing her arms, draco froze at the tapping sounds knowing immediately who it was, he gulped before turning around.

“really draco? threatening the first year to doing your homework?” y/n turns around to leave him, disappointed with his way.

“wait- y/n im sorry, please!” draco grabbed her wrist, pleading at her not to leave him, she was still pouted at him.

“apologize.”

“what?!”

“apologize to this little boy over here and take back your offer, draco.” draco wanted to open his mouth in protest but quickly shutting it when he sees the seriousness in her face, he turns to the boy who was still looking at them in confusion.

“alright, im sorry little guy, my bad i guess?” y/n shot draco a disapproving look making him mutter a real genuine apology to the first year.

“okay, now give your galleons to him draco”

“but he didn-“

“draco you made this poor little guy traumatized” he sighed and placing his galleons on the boy’s hand making him smile at both of them.

“i’m sorry about him, okay? i promise i’ll make sure he wont get anywhere near you again” y/n smile at the first year and he nodded returning the smile and thanking her before he left.

y/n turned back to draco who is already frowning looking away from her, she chuckles and grabbed his jaw with her hand, pecking his lips trying to get his happy side back.

“dont do that again draco, in all seriousness.” draco could only nod at her.

“besides that, we could always have a reason to have study dates, right?” y/n winked at draco making him gives a cheeky smirk to her.

>>>>>

it was a nice day for draco, no potter no weaselbee, basically anyone hasnt step in on his way, yet. he was walking with a happy vibe through the corridor to find his favorite girl, excited to wrap the girl in his arms.

then he found her, her familiar hair color seems to be stand out in the middle of the crowd. but the only problem is, she isnt alone. what in the wizarding world is cormac mclaggen doing right now?!

draco hurriedly makes his way to the pair with jealousy bubbling up inside him and when he already stood behind cormac he pulls him hard by his collar causing him to fell to the ground making y/n screamed instantly at this but draco quickly get beside her and hug her by her waist.

“draco! why did you do that?! oh my god cormac, are you okay?” y/n asked the mclaggen boy worriedly, taking her hand out to help him up, he shots draco a death glare.

“oh please y/n he’s totally fine, he's just weak and dramatic to get your attention” y/n shakes her head at draco in disagreement, scolding him for his previous behavior.

“draco, are you mental? i was just asking y/n about this homework, c’mon man you seriously need to relax” cormac was totally annoyed by draco, anger radiates off of him.

“yeah i will relax once you disappear from our way, now shoo shoo” y/n cant help but stifled a laugh at draco, she gives cormac an apologetic smile and motioning him to leave.

“no need to be like that draco” draco’s hand never leave her waist as they made their way to draco’s prefect room.

“he was getting too comfortable with you” y/n disagrees and reassuring him that it wasnt his intention.

“you look so hot when you’re jealous draco” y/n chuckles putting her arm on his back returning the gesture, a blush tinted onto his cheeks.

“yeah? how about i show you what’s hot in my room, hm?” y/n smacks his head with her other hand, cant control her laughter anymore.

>>>>>

“y/n?” draco called out interrupting y/n who was reading him a book.

“hm?”

“i love you so much, thank you for putting up with me” a smile plastered at y/n’s face from ear to ear, her heart melting at his words, she put the book on the nightstand and turns back to draco cupping his cheeks in her hands, capturing his lips on her kissing him softly showing him her love that she cant even described, draco kissed her right back with the same passion, smiling into the kiss.

“you’re a prat, but you’re my prat.” and with that, draco knew he was falling so deep for her and he has no plan to stop it.

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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Yearning

Arvin Russel x Reader

I wrote this in a day, it was just me satisfying my want to soft intense Arvin smut with some slight worshipping vibes, its unedited and thats really all. Um please comment and reblog!

best, Mae xoxo

Summary: Arvin walks in on you when you were too eager to wait for him. Um then Smut ensues with no plot.

Warning: NSFW Content, Neediness, Horniness, Smutty filth, Porn Without A Plot, Face sitting, cum play, cum eating, sex, male penetration, Oral(F receiving) I think that that is all.

You laid on your bed, a spring breeze blowing through your window that you had propped open with a cracked wooden spoon. You held your book above your face, eyes tracing the words that lined the pages as your fingers scratched off the fabric of the hard cover, the embossed lettered creating ridges that you could trace absentmindedly. You were not taking in any of the words in front of you, no matter how many times you reread the same sentence nothing seemed to stick. Eyes continuing to act out what you so desperately wanted to be focused on but you couldn’t, your mind was on the boy that you loved, wishing so much that the lines the pans of your fingers were pressing into were those of the valleys of his toned abdomen. You knew where this was going to lead but you wanted to hold off just a little longer, yearning for it to be his hands and not your own all too familiar one, but you knew he was at working, leaning under the hood of some dirty car, probably with was a cigarette dangling from between his thin lips. These thoughts weren’t helping your current position, it felt like your heart was beating right beneath your skin as it began to flush, heat spreading down to between your legs and you knew that you were only delaying the inevitable at this point. The thoughts of him becoming rapidly more and more filthy, how his lips would suck your clit like they did the filter of a cigarette, kissing his way back up your squirming torso to your lips, the taste of you and nicotine intermingled on his tongue, spreading across your own. You clenched your eyes closed at this point, dropping your book to the side of you, thudding next to your head as you hitched up your skirt, letting the fabric lay just beneath your chest, hands quickly sliding back down to you cunt, slipping into the front of your panties.

Teasing yourself you traced your lips, the touch causing a shiver to run down your spine, the touch was gentle and only made you want more, slipping between your folds and tapping your clit, your body jolting at the much needed friction.

“Couldn’t wait, could ya Doll?” The familiar twang came from your door, your eyes shot open at the noise, immediately retracting your hand from your cunt as you sat upright, looking at Arvin, his jean jacket thrown over one shoulder as he leaned against your door, his white t-shirt tainted with grease.

“A-Arvin, you’re here” you began to shift your skirt down to cover your panties but before you could he shouldered himself off of the door jam, foot connecting with the wooden door causing it to swing closed. His hand caught your fluttering skirt before it could cover your dampened panties.

“What do you think ya doing?”

“Co-covering up” you stuttered, hand grabbing the flesh of your inner thigh, digging his dirty fingernails into the yielding skin as he pulled you to the edge of the bed.

“Who said that is what I wanted” he hummed as his hands began to trace higher on your skin, teasing the sensitive skin like you had been doing moments before. His eyes tore from yours and bore into your covered cover, your soft white cotton panties so soaked with your arousal that they had become transparent, admiring the folds and valleys of your swollen cunt, your bud showing at the top, your lips spread as he pushed your thighs farther apart.

He kneeled between your legs, ducking his face down low as you watched his every movement, how the short hair on the back of his neck standing one end as a shiver ran down him and to his dick as the smell of your sweet cunt reached his nose, mouth watering as he nosed against the clothed bundle of nerves, leaving the freckled tip wet with your slickness.

“Yer already wet, Sweets, tell me what you was thinkin’ bout?” he prompted as his breath ghosted over your flushed skin. Your mind was a jumble, your libido taking over your thoughts as you ran your fingers through Arvin’s hair.

“Lips around my sweet spot and” your sentence was caught off as Arvin gently sank his teeth into your clit through the fabric of your underpants.

“Whose lips, darling? Better have been mind” he practically growled, a possessiveness sneaking into his bloodstream as he tugged you even closer, moving your panties to the side revealing your core in all of its aroused glory, the smell of you took him over, his vision going dark as he dove in, all tongue and passion devouring your pussy. His lips wrapped around your clit and a loud shriek of his name ripped from the back of your throat, both at the surprise and pure pleasure that took over your body at his sudden actions.

He pulled back from you making an involuntary whine escape your lips at the loss of much needed friction. He looked up at you with eyes blown wide with desire, wanting to feel and taste every inch of you.

“Of course they was your lips, they always are” you assured and he groaned, palming the flesh off your ass through your skirt as he returned to his place happily between your thighs, nipping and sucking at the folds.

He pulled away once again, leaving you cold as your damp core was exposed to the air. He moved to lay on the bed, his back flat against the slightly lumpy mattress. Sitting up a little he pulled you towards him, bringing one thigh over his chest as the other stayed where it was.

“Arv, what ya doin’?” you inquired, whimpering as his t-shirt met your core, but you didn't stay there for long, his hands grasping your butt and pulling you up even higher so your core was hovering just above his face.

“Making you feel good” he slurred, before latching his arms around your waist like a seatbelt, pressing his face deep into your cunt as he began to lick stripes through your folds, loving the reaction it spread through your body above him. His tongue pushed through your muscular hole, pushing deep inside your vagina, licking the inside as far as he could go, stretching you very slightly.

His tongue left your insides and returned to your clit, happily sucking on the bundle making you jolt. The feeling was almost too much, your hands gripping into his hair and tugging it from the roots as you felt your orgasm beginning to build through your body.

“Arvin, baby, ‘m close,” he sucked hard at your words, laying a light smack on your ass as you ground down onto his face, urging you to do it more, which you did, bringing you to your orgasm as his tongue slipped through his lips a flicking your clit. Your thighs began to quake as the pleasure took over, your whole body tensing as you threw your head back moans leaving your mouth as he continued to suck to sustain you through your orgasms. He felt his dick twitch at the feeling of your cum dripping down his chin, your aroma taking over the tent that your skirt had made around his head, dizzyingly arousing.

Once you finished he let his arms unwind from around your waist letting you fall next to him on your bend, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your energy had been drained. You felt Arvin moving away from you resulting in your eyelids fluttering open, eyeing his movements as he reached behind his back he tugged on the collar of his shirt. The stained white cotton disappearing his face for a moment as it exposed his toned chest, even though your orgasm wracked your mind you knew what you wanted, to touch him. Raising your slightly tired body you managed to sit up, reaching over and tracing your fingers along his abs that you had imagined doing earlier. He tensed under your touch as it grew closer and closer to the waistband of his loose boxers that his dick was straining against. He let you pull his underpants off, his dick springing free and slapping up against his abs, cum precum leaking from the tip and leaving a mark on his bare abs.

He put one knee on the bed, between your spread legs, pushing you back onto the bed and lifting up your shirt, your nipples hardened as your breast became fully exposed to the air, the summer breeze cascading over your chest, fluttering the curtains and shadowing Arvin’s features. His eyes locked with yours as you began to shimmy off your skirt but his hands wrapping around yours halted your movements.

“Keep it on” he ordered as he began to hike it back up, your slick thighs chilling as they spread apart, no longer together to keep your cum from going cold. A cringe spread across your features at the feeling. “What’s the matter, Doll?” his features taking on a look of concern.

“S’cold, Arv” you whined pitifully, his eyes crinkled as a grin spread across his cheeks, leaning in and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Let’s warm you up, shall we?” he cheekily suggested as his tip teased through your folds, precum spreading across your clit as he rubbed his dick against it before slipping into you, filling you to the hilt. He stilled once he was fully inside of you, letting you adjust to being full of him, brushing a stray hair that had fallen on your forehead.

“Move, Arvin” you begged, and he rapidly began, pulling out and thrusting back in, but slower than you expected, his foreskin dragging against your walls as you could feel him twitch, his veins twitching against your tight core. Your legs wrapped around Arvin’s waist, digging your heels into the small of his back, pressing with him as he continued to push in and out of you. It was clear what he wanted, he wanted you to fall apart around him, to know that your fingers will never feel as good as his cock, how you will always need him, and maybe it was also to remind himself of that as well, that you need him.

“I need you, Arvin” you moaned, arching your back up and pressing your breasts to his chest, nipples getting the friction that they need from rubbing against his bare skin. Sweat and passion coated you both, the throws of ecstasy enthralling you both, the world seemed to melt away, the clock on the wall became obsolete as time seemed to stop, it was just to two of you, tongues entangled as they fought for dominance, each others touch branding small littered bruises across skin. The feeling so intense you felt like you were losing your mind.

“Arvin,” you screamed, your vision fuzzing like iron shavings at the edges as your body felt like a bonfire. “I-I’m close” you could barely speak, losing control of your body.

“Let’s get there together farling” he groaned in your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts bringing you across the brink of pleasure and into something ethereal, bodies entirely as one, wherever one began and the other ended was not of consequence as you fell apart in each others arms, his cum shooting out and painting your walls.

When you had both finally rode out your highs, he collapsed onto your chest, your sweat intermingling on skin, lips lazily working against each other, catching your breath as he softened inside of you. He finally pulled out of you, cum beginning to leak down and out of you but he caught it with his fingers, bringing them up to your lips and without any words you opened them, encasing his slender his fingers in your soft mouth, licking at them to make sure you got all the cum off of them before letting them go with a pop, a contented grin taking over your lips as you eyed the loving boy above you.

“I love ya, Sweets” Arvin smiled, collapsing back onto your chest, nuzzling his face between your tits.

“I love you too, Arv” you chuckled, fiddling with the hair that had begun to curl on his forehead.

“Ya so needy sometimes” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as the exertion of the day began to catch up with him.

“Oh, ‘m sorry” you whispered, embarrassment taking over your form as you felt ashamed of your neediness.

“No, none of that sweets” he pushed himself up, looking at your face as you avoided his gaze, his hand grasped your chin, turning your head to make you meet his gaze. “Like it when ya need me” a smile taking over your features at his softness “Just next time, wait for me, don’t need my baby being too tired to take my dick”

“Arvin!” you cried, smacking his chest as you fell into a fit of giggles.

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sirenascales · 3 years

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Hiya! I should definitely start this by saying that I love, LOVE your works ahh. <33 I’m so glad you opened the anon bc I’m shy af when it comes to requesting🥺

I don’t know if you write for him but if you do, I’d like to request a fully NSFW dom!Kunikida x fem!Reader fic with the prompts “You want me to give you your notebook back? You’ll have to make me.” coming from the reader and “You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.” from Kunikida, I thought it could be fun 😈👀 dominant Kunikida who angry-fucks makes me go weak at the knees

You can include any kinks you want, I’m OK with anything, I’m even more OK with choking and degrading kinks so yeah😇

Thank you so much if you ever decide to write it, if you’re uncomfortable feel free to ignore <3

note: so... this turned out... a bit different? lmfao im sorry, i hope this is still okay. I really just couldn't make him super aggressive or like super kinky? I really don't see him being like that... definitely a bit soft dom-y but thats about it 😩 still, i liked how this turned out and i hope you do too!

warnings: nsfw, smut, smallest bit of angst,

-> Taking Kunikida's notebook hostage. 18+

You could tell by the twitch in Kunikida's eye that he was livid. Beyond pissed off. He was already four minutes behind for his commute to work, yet he couldn't leave. Why? You were basically holding his precious notebook hostage, holding it tightly to your chest as you stared at him defiantly.

Kunikida took a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes briefly in an attempt to calm himself. "Please, give me my notebook."

"No."

His teeth clenched. "Give me my notebook."

"You want me to give you your notebook back? You’ll have to make me," were the words you spoke next, your lips curling up when Kunikida's face goes completely blank, his green eyes just boring into you.

"I'm going to ask you one more time," his tone is even, though still with the bit of edge that had a chill going up your spine. "Please, give me the notebook. I am already late for work."

That struck a very deep nerve inside of you, your chest blooming with anger as you snarled at him. "Work, work, work! It's all about your fucking job! Well, you're not getting your notebook back, so suck it!"

As you turned on your heel and stormed away from Kunikida, he watched you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly opened as he is hit with a suddenly realization. He saw the hurt which flashed in your eyes before you walked away, and that made him surge forward to follow you, right into your bedroom.

He knew exactly what you were doing by acting like a brat and talking back to him. You were purposely trying to instigate a reaction from him, to make him act, and he was more than inclined to do so.

"What are you still doing here?" you asked, a bite to your voice as you glared at him. Kunikida closed the bedroom door and you watched as he slipped his glasses off his face, setting them down carefully on their rightful place on the nightstand. "Don't you have a job to do? I'm sure Dazai is waiting."

Kunikida is silent as you continued to huff and puff, keeping his eye on his notebook still held against your chest. He slipped off his vest, hanging it on its hanger and putting it away. He he started to looses up the red ribbon around his collar and you just furrowed your eyebrows at him, taking a few steps back as he finally approached you.

"You- What are you-" His large hand is then suddenly clamping over your mouth, successfully shutting you up as he leaned down to stare straight into your wide eyes.

"You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll."

Another chill goes down your spine, your grip on the notebook finally loosening up and it begins to fall. Kunikida skillfully catches it, quickly holding it up high as you suddenly leap forward in an attempt to grab it.

"No! Give it back!" you yelled almost desperately, and the look that Kunikida fixes you with makes you freeze in place.

"You are in no position to make orders here, doll," he says to you, setting down his notebook on the dresser before turning back to you. "You wanted my attention, right? Now you got it. Take off your clothes and get on the bed."

You couldn't contain your glee, a huge megawatt smile growing on your face as you did as told. You couldn't ever defy him, not when he was like this. It made your heart race, skin tingling with anticipation.

It felt so good to finally feel Kunikida's warm skin on yours, to feel his strong hands hold you, claim you, as his. He wasn't rough with you, no, but as always, you were pliant under him. Always so reactive to his touch, his fingers expertly pinching your nipples, making you moan deeply against his lips as he kisses you deeply.

You missed him so much.

You clung onto him tightly, taking his kisses in earnest, and soon his cock as he finally, finally pushes himself inside of you, moaning deeply together with you.

"Shit," he curses while you whine, your head tilted back against the pillow as he slowly started thrusting in and out of you. He took your hands from his shoulders, his fingers lacing with yours as he held them down against the bed. As he continued to slap his hips against yours, fucking you hard and deep like you deserve, the sun shining from the window reflected off the rings you each had on your respective ring fingers.

"D-Doppo..." you moaned his name deeply, whimpering which each thrust he made into your heat, the pleasure he never fails to bring you making your mind go hazy. All you could feel was him, after what seemed to be so long.

You've been so lonely, your husband so caught up with work. He would come home late, and too tired to do much with you. You will always love him for how dedicated he is but... you were a priority too. You had to do something to finally have his attention back on you. What better way was there than to take his notebook? It obviously worked.

He was holding you so close to him, making love to you, his wife. It's what you deserved, and he knew that, and he knew that he has been neglecting you, taking your love for granted. It was shameful of him, really, but he planned to make it up to you.

But first...

"Come on," he grunted, sitting upright before he pulled you up, making you straddle his lap. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, his hands finding purchase on your hips as you started to ride him. You matched your thrusts with his, tossing your head back when he presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. "Come on, need you to cum..."

"I love you," you cried out, looking at him with blown out, teary eyes, your lips swollen and plump. Kunikida couldn't resist kissing you again.

It didn't take much longer for your orgasm to finally wash over your body, your mouth wide open in a silent scream as your body tensed up, toes curling and your mind going blank for a second. Kunikida continued to fuck you through your orgasm, soon coming to his own release. He didn't think twice before cumming deep inside of you, his face pressed against your chest as he cursed and grunted repeatedly.

You fell back on the bed after Kunikida pulled out of you, heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Kunikida fell on his back beside you, equally tuckered out, his face sheening with sweat.

"Wow..." you whispered before covering your mouth, giggling softly.

Kunikida just sighed beside you, turning his head to look at you fondly, and apologetically. "I've been a terrible husband."

Your mouth fell open. You didn't want him to think that! "Wait... no-"

"I've been neglecting you. For that, I am terribly sorry." Kunikida just continued on and you just shook your head quickly, moving your hands to cover his mouth.

"You are not a terrible husband," you told him firmly before pulling your hands. You both frowned. "I just... I missed you a lot. I know you are dedicated to your work and I love you so much for that but... I don't know, it just made me feel like I wasn't... a priority..."

Kunikida's entire body stiffened, his mouth falling open. "H-how does that not make me a terrible husband?"

"Because!" you exclaimed, waving your hands a bit wildly. "You aren't! Every day I wake up so proud to be your wife! I just... had a moment of insecurity..." You chewed on your bottom lip, knowing that you probably weren't making sense. But it was how you truly felt, and you wanted to be honest with him.

He seemed to understand it, Kunikida nodding his head before he sat up, looking around the room. "I need my phone..."

You blinked. "For what?"

"I'm taking time off," Kunikida answered and your jaw dropped. "My wife needs her husband now," he continues, glancing at you with a small smile. "Plus, we need to have a conversation about this, so something like this won't happen again."

You smiled back at him. "So your notebook won't be held hostage?" you teased, giggling when his eyebrow twitched.

"Yes. Exactly."

You giggled again, leaning forward and pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 2

Levi x reader

Pt 2 (Final part)

Pairing : Levi x Cadet reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted rape, mentions of injury, cursing, violence. 18+ only please

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Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments! You're all amazing! I did my best to write Levi not ooc, so please lemme know if I did an ok job. This chapter was hard to write so please lemme know what you think! Enjoy!

"Look at me" he was less angry now and more concerned. Because although he would never admit it. He cared for his team deeply and hated to see any of them hurt.

Knowing you couldn't disobey you sucked in a breath and slowly lifted your head up.

And when Levi's steel eyes met your teary ones they turned into one of shock.

Slowly his eyes travelled over your form. His eye brows furrowed at the grip marks that covered your chin. He looked down further and saw that both your wrists were red. His eyes travelled back up and his whole body froze when he saw the angry looking bruise peeking from under your collar.

He stood there in shock for a moment before snapping out it.

"Y/n.." he started slowly, almost gently.

"Tell me what happened" he clenched his jaw when he realized how scared you look. It did not sit well with him that a girl as strong as you ended up in this state.

Tell him?? I can't... Oro said that he would-!

"I-I c-can't" you closed your eyes feeling completely overwhelmed. Levi was going to be so angry with you, but you couldn't risk being expelled from the survey corps.

Had your eyes been open you would've seen the flash of concern that crossed his usually stoic features. Knowing he wouldnt get anywhere with you in that state he asked you to follow him. Not knowing what else to do you did...

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Silently he led you to a room you had never seen before. It was neat and organized, and off to the side you saw a small stove and sink.

You were so out of it, the shock taking over that you didnt even remember being sat down at a small table.

You stared at the wood in silence, listening to some clanging around you for several minutes but snapped out of it when a small plate and tea cup full of something steaming and sweet smelling was put in front of you.

Wordlessly you looked up at your captain who took a seat near you, but far away enough not to add to your nervousness.

"Drink, it'll help" he ordered quietly. And so you did. You both sat in silence until the last drop was gone. You thought he would yell at the clattering noise your cup made every time your shakey hands grabbed it but he didnt. He sat there quiet and silent.

When you were done you let out a small thank you. You felt a tiny bit less shakey but no where near relaxed. How could you be?

Levi silently took the cup, and deposited it in the sink.

When he was finished, he made his way back to you and sat down.

"Y/n, I know you don't wanna talk, but I need to know what happened" he started calmly.

You looked into his eyes and saw that he was patient and not at all angry.

Could you tell him the truth? Oro said that he would ruin your future but if you told captain Levi, would he protect you? Despite his harsh demeanor you knew that Levi did care and protect his team when it came down to it. Even his harsh disciplines were usually for the best. Even if we couldn't see it.

But even so...Oro is his friend... way longer than I've been his cadet...what if I tell him and he talks to Oro and oro tells him something else that he believes over me.

Levi noticed the hitch in your breath and tried to calm you down once more, "Listen to me y/n, Its my job to look out for you, you're safe now" he promised gently, well as gently as he levi could be) you looked and saw sincerety in his orbs. Your mouth formed the shape to speak. But you still were not able.

"If you're not able to tell me what happened yet, I need you to at least give me a name" he tried to reason. You couldn't believe how calm and patient he was being with you. You so desperately wanted to tell him. But you were terrified.

"I-I'm afraid.." you admitted quietly in shame..

Levi felt anger rise within him, not at you no, but at whoever made you like this. He'd seen you take down titans like it was playtime at school. And now you were shaking like a leaf afraid of something he still had no idea what/who caused this.

"Like I said you're safe now-"

" Thats not.." you cut him off, "I-I'm afraid you won't take.... my side.." you admitted as a fresh set of tears ran down your face.

His eyes widened a little at this, did you not trust him?

"Y/n, listen to me" he waited until you raised your teary eyes up to meet his once more.

"You have proven yourself to be nothing but trustworthy during your time as my cadet. You have my word that no matter what you say, I will believe you" he said with finality.

And that was all you needed to hear to unlock the fear that held you back.

"Oro" you whispered.

His eyes widened in utter shock before turning into quiet rage.

"Oro did this.."

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Levi did a remarkable job of holding in his emotions as you told him what happened. You didn't do it all at once. You kept having to pause to collect yourself. And some things were harder to say than others. But slowly you told him everything, his words and what he did.

The whole time you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Afraid of what emotions his face held. But when you were finished and he stood up, you couldn't help but steal a glance.

You sucked in a breath.

*Ok small teeny tiny spoiler in the next paragraph from season 3*

The last time you witnessed levi in that state was when he fought the beast titan. His body was eerily calm, but his eyes. His eyes held death.

"Stay here" and with that he was gone and you were alone...

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It was torture waiting in that room. What was he going to do? The anxiety of waiting and doing nothing was killing you.

The panic mixed with exhaustion was such a strange feeling to you. Your mind was racing but your body felt on the verge on collapse.

Sighing you threw your head on the table and tucked your arms underneath.

You couldn't help but let your eyes droop.

You were somewhere between a light sleep and a deep one when the click of a door opening made you jolt awake.

"Heichou.." you went to stand but he motioned for you to stay put. To be honest you weren't sure you could stay upright. It felt like you had been thrown off a roof.

"W-what happened?" You couldn't wait another second before asking.

He stared at you for a moment, much more calm than when he had left earlier. "It's taken care of" he said finally.

You waited a few seconds for him to continue but he didn't.

"Um, by taken care of you mean...?" you nervously fidgeted with your hands.

He sighed and walked over to a nearby cabinet, not facing you he replied, "I mean that bastard won't be bothering you or anyone else anymore" you were slightly frustrated by his lack of elaboration.

Before you could press any further he turned around and cut you off, "Forget about it now, we can discuss it in the morning." You nodded hesitantly although all you wanted was some answers.

It was then you noticed that Levi was holding a small med kit in his hands. Before you knew it, he was sitting next to you, scooting the chair slightly closer.

"Hand" you stared blankly at the outstretched hand for a moment in confusion.

Whats he?... oh!

You snapped out of it not wanting to annoy him after all he had done for you by taking too long.

And despite the situation, you somehow found the capacity to still blush like a school girl when his soft hands gripped yours with surprising gentleness.

A comfortable silence filled the room as he got to work tending to your wrists. With more care than you thought he was capable he applied a cool ointment and wrapped them delicately.

You didnt even realize you were crying until you saw a fat tear plop onto the table. Levi looked up at you, pausing his movements.

"S-sorry! I didn't mean to-sorry..."you babbled embarrassed, your words not really making sense. You suddenly felt bad for putting him through all this. And now you couldn't even stop crying like an idiot.

You squeezed your eyes trying to stop the flow, but for some reason you couldn't stop. All the panic and relief caused you to feel so overwhelmed you couldn't help but let it all out. You also couldn't help but to keep apologizing over and over.

"Don't apologize.." your breath hitched at the quiet kindness in his voice. He had surprised you at least 20 times tonight by how gentle he was being. You slowly opened your eyes letting the tears fall freely. It was like the floodgates had opened, "heichou..." you swiped a hand over trying to quell the tears, "thank you" you sobbed out sincerely, not holding back.

And for the 21 time that night you were in utter disbelief when Captain Levi, the cold hearted, sadistic, cruel leader of the survey corps turned in his chair, facing opposite of you, reached a hand over to cradle your head and pulled you into his shoulder.

"It's alright y/n...its alright..." he whispered holding you close. Your wide eyes eventually closed and you clutched the arm cradling you. It was warm and safe and secure, and your heart filled with happiness, because despite everything that had happened, you knew you always could trust him, and maybe it was selfish to think this but a part of you believed that out of everyone on his squad, he only had showed this kindness to you.

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The next morning as you made your way into the hall for breakfast. You couldn't help but feel everything was a bit too normal. Despite your fears, people weren't whispering about you, or giving you looks.

Sighing you found your usual spot by Sasha and Mikasa. Luckily the Mark's on your chin had lessened enough to where you could pass it off as a "I fell out of be and hit my chin on the floor" kinda thing.

After some time the boys joined as well,

"Ne did you guys hear?!" Armin exclaimed suddenly as he placed his tray down.

"Hear what?" Eren asked chewing on a piece of bread.

"About Captain Oro!" At that you felt your heart skip a beat.

Shit, what had he heard?

"What about him?" He asked raising a eyebrow.

"He was arrested!"

"What?!"

"No way!"

"There's no way!" They all were in shock.

"Its true!" He exclaimed.

"I was on my way to deliver some things to Hange-San when I saw him get dragged away by the police! And get this, he was all bloody and bruised! Like he had just been in a fight or something! They were practically carrying him!"

What?! Did Captain Levi...?!?

"Why was he arrested??" Mikasa chimed in.

"I don't know, I asked around but no one seems to know anything.."

"Huh, weird.. I wonder what happend" one of them responded.

One day you would tell them what happened but for now you decided to keep quiet.

Suddenly a flash of raven hair caught your attention. You spotted the captain making his way to Hanges table across the room. When he caught your gaze you couldn't help the small rush of heat and found your lips pulling up into a grateful smile.

He nodded simply and continued on.

Despite everything people said about him, he truly was a good person. And you couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought that he beat up Oro because he hurt you.

You still felt the rush of heat at the memories of last night and how he held you. After your cries had quieted down he escorted you to your room and told you to get some sleep.

You thanked him again and that was that. All night all you could think about was- well of course everything that happened- but also, the gentle way Levi tended to your wrists, the way he held your head close, the way he smelled up close the way-

"Hey y/n?" Jean leaned over with an eyebrow quirked.

"Y-yeah?"

"Why are you so red?"

Shit

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And that's the end! I hope the ending was everything you guys were hoping for, thank you all for taking the time to read it. I hope Levi didn't seem to ooc. Until next time!

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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A helping hand

Doctor strange x reader platonic! Into romantic

Warnings: death of a dog

Unedited

You had known each other since college, he went to medical for people and you went for animals but you had constantly seen each other around, youd think he'd been the one to spark up conversation first but he was alot more anxious than what he comes off to be. Youre the person he went to, to celebrate with when he got his first promotion, hes the first person you contacted after your first procedure on an old hound named Sadie.

Strange was your crutch the same way you were for him.

You were there when he was a patient in the same hospital he works for, watching how his body reacted to all the machinery attached to him, you watched as doctors changed his splints to casts, how doctors removed sticky tabs for the ekg, and when they finally removed the iv.

You were there for every appointment after and every physical therapy, even helping him yourself everytime you visited by giving him simple challenges or even just cheering him up.

His least favorite sensation was touch, how it felt so jumbled and fuzzy and didnt make sense, like someone had disconnected wires and reattached them in the wrong order, he could still feel almost everything but the way it processed was wrong.

You would find him standing there staring at his hands constantly even occasionally putting them in the air above his head as if he were stretching for a draft of air. You would run your hands up and down his back until he relaxed enough to bring them to his sides, and you would hold them and tell him just how strong he was.

You were the final reasoning for him going to see the ancient one, you would write notes while he was gone and put them in a small box for when he came back. The day he came back he held you tightly between his arms because of how much he missed your presence, just seeing you he knew just why hes loved being friends and why he loved having you around.

You stayed the night with him for a week and a half after he returned just going through everything together, including him reading your letters.

When you two started dating it wasnt much of a suprise to anyone since you were practically conjoined at the hip. He learned to love the feeling of you to his hands, your every curve, how soft your hair was when he would run his hands through it or even the arch or your lower back against his palms and his fingers pressing themselves into your spine when he Cuddled with you. The slight bump in your lips to the pad of his thumb felt like fallen rose petals in fresh powdered snow.

You came home form work extra late one night to find him easing his mind in meditation to distract from the outside world, the close of the door and the occasional squeak of your wet shoes on the floor brought him out of his trance.

Seing you soaked in rain water and tears? Are you crying? You walk to him before collapsing your weight into his chest, slightly heaving as sobs wracked your body.

He was certain he knew what brout you home so distraught, you had been telling him for weeks now how much progress this beagle you called comet had been making and that you were sure he'd make a full recovery, you hadn't mentioned anything recently.

Tonight had been going well you fed the overnight friends and than you had that gut feeling when you saw comets eyes, its time.

You stayed for hours after closing holding the poor baby to your chest petting him and giving him kisses, constantly reassuring him its go quickly and he wont be in pain anymore.

When it finally happened you took his collar off and hooked it to your keys, you planned on him being your dog but that didn't work out and now youre buried in stephens chest, him giving you kisses and running his hands up and down your back reassuring you it'll be okay, keeping you here the way comet let go.

Thats just how it is with this job but youve never been attached to such a beautiful puppy in your life.

You go to pull back when he holds you tighter than before gliding his fingers through your hair .

"Theres no need to tell me what happend, im not letting go until i know you are okay".

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I hope youre okay with this its rushed cause i haven't felt good at all but here you go (:

Sorry its taken me so long ive been busy and away

Im in need of a grippy socks vacation but my medical bills are already a hassle on my father since im still under his insurance

#doctor strange x you #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange au #doctor strange imagine #doctor strange fic #doctor strange fluff

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glorified-red · 3 years

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What would the batboys be like as wingmen? Rank them best to worst.

Thank you for the request!

Batboys as Wingmen

word count: 1180~

warnings: none

My thumb is almost healed you guys :))) Just a lil sore

Jason Todd

Jason is a closeted hopeless romantic

Home boy reads Shakespeare in his free time and probably has a collection of young adult books

So its pretty obvious that if you need to woo someone, Jason has a few tricks up his sleeve

He will easily slip into the role of ‘sarcastic wingman that makes you look good’ or the ‘sarcastically witty best friend’

He can see you ogle from across the room, its not hard to trace your stare to the person of interest

Tap your foot and tease you about the possible suitor, when you express blatant interest he won't hesitate to give it to you straight

If he knows the person (say its one of his friends) he’ll give you pointers and tips about what they’re into

If he doesn't know the person, give him a few minutes to scout scare them out

From there he will give you no bullshit

Tell you the ups and downs of the suitor and things he’s picked up on

“Really Y/n? Them? Their shirt collar has a stain on it.”

“I wouldn't. They ordered a Jager Bomb, they probably have a shitty tattoo on their ass.”

He has decent pep talks

Sounds like a tired football coach who is one season away from retiring, but decent nonetheless

“Don't slouch like that they’re gonna think your spine is broken.”

“Just go out there and try your best, but if you don't come back with a phone number you have to pay the tab.”

Will laugh his ass off if you fail and will tease you about it endlessly

But if his teasing crosses the line or you're really bummed out about the failed attempt, he’ll treat you to ice cream and maybe go on a tangent about how stupid they are for denying you anyway

Dick Grayson

Dick knows exactly what to tell you for a confidence boost

He can go on about how great you look or how amazing you are for hours until you have just the right amount of pizazz to go woo the suitor

Has the best eye for possible people of interest

“How about them? They have a really good sense of style.”

Nudging your shoulder to make you look at someone because they have pretty hair or eyes

When introducing his friends he’ll always hint at the fact that you’re “single and ready to mingle” with his Dick Grayson charm

Gives perfect advice on how to flirt and will offer to teach you *cough* @internalsealpanic *cough*

Would love to help you get dressed up whenever you see the certain someone

But he’ll always pester you about when you get to see them next

“You should invite them! It’ll be a perfect opportunity or you two to, you know.”

Slap his shoulder please

Has great pep talks, like the soccer mom who brought everyone participation cupcakes and is a little too passionate about their kid sitting on the bench the whole game

If things go south or get too embarrassing for you, he’ll swoop in and rescue you with his charm and make everything flow back to normal until you can slip away

He’s the best at cheering you up if it goes terribly wrong

The worst part about him being the wingman though that places him under Jason, is the fact that he will accidentally make the person of interest fall for him

Without fail, if he’s sitting next to you or standing beside you, he’ll accidentally connect with the person more than you do, so have fun with that

Make him sit somewhere else

Damian Wayne

Damian is unintentionally a decent wingman

He gives solid advice on how to woo someone but it usually stems from body language

“Mirror their posture, it shows interest and respect.”

“Do not stand like that, you look pigeon-toed.”

The definition of helicopter wingman

Whether the person is at the Manor or you’re at a bar, Damian will be your shadow all day just to keep the other person in line

Honestly he might terrify the person of interest if you don't shoo him away

If you shoo him away he’ll stalk, there's no stopping Damian from watching out for you

One look and Damian will step in between you two and ask the suitor to leave, no questions asked

He can guide the conversation into better topics to avoid awkwardness but he prefers to listen so he won’t talk very much so when he does, that’s when you know it’s getting bad

He won't bother giving you a pep talk, his version of a pep talk is to just tell you to go up to them

“You find them attractive, no?” , “I do but I’m not just gonna start the conversation like that.” , “Why not? I see no problem with being blunt about your infatuation.”

Don't chicken out

Don't do it

Damian will take it as a challenge

He will walk up to them and tell them himself, drag you blushy ass himself if he has to

If you fail he is pretty decent at cheering you up in his own way, usually ends up dissing the other person but at least he won't bring up the failed attempt ever again

Tim Drake

Takes him forever to even become a wingman, Jason and Dick jump at the chance and Damian is unconsciously one

Tim just thinks its a waste of time

“Why waste time flirting when you can go to Subway with me instead.”

“I have leftovers at home that I’d rather eat than sit and watch you attempt to flirt.”

Completely make you second guess wanting to flirt or talk to the person

He gets second hand embarrassment way too easily to be a wingman

He will let you suffer just so he doesn't have to intervene when it gets too humiliating or awkward

Will sit in the corner of the room and play on his phone just to avoid that scenario

Shoot him a certain look or an sos and he’ll step in (won't be too thrilled about it cuz ew people) because he’s not heartless

Be prepared to compensate though, food or quality time usually does the trick

Once you two get back to the Manor, Tim will cheer you up with playing some video games or doing self care to destress from the excitement

Makes you a whole plan to execute, whether you two are at a bar or the suitor is a coworker

It's on Google Slides....it has 34 steps

The best at giving coworker advice since he knows how to keep things discreet

“Where that shirt, draws more attention to you.”

He’ll give you a script for every possible situation and if you ask, he’ll make flashcards because the small task will give him a relaxing break from cases

Will offer to run through the script with you or give you pointers on flirting but he’ll get flustered easily and he’s not too good at flirting in general

“Yup, thats good” , “I literally just said ‘hey’ " , “Your point?”

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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years

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The Instructor - Part 4

Summary: Agent Walker continues your training.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader

Word Count: approx 3.8k

Warnings: smut, Dom/sub dynamic (m Dom, f sub), dégradation kink, praise kink, slapping, rough sex, orgasm control, I think thats it?

Authors note: Not beta read, only edited by me. There will be errors, my apologies.

Masterlist

Part 3 Part 5

The Instructor Part 4

August took you to the surveillance room. The operation had the whole ninth floor to work from, you didn’t know how the CIA was able to pull off such a requisition, but you knew not to ask questions. Chances were, even August didn’t know how that was done.

Agent Thomas was there with two other Agents and although they were both men, they were so opposite in nature and appearance you wondered how they could possibly work together. One of them seemed to radiate constant joy and good humour, while the other seemed dour and uninterested in anything. You receive a handshake and a welcoming smile from Agent Ortega and got a short nod from Agent Turner. Despite August introducing you by your name, since Agent Thomas had beaten you to them, your name was New Girl.

Apparently, there were two more Agents you would meet when your shift finishes. The number of Agents on this case struck you as odd. Six agents plus August all in the field seemed overkill for any simple surveillance case. Four should be more than enough. Hell, you could probably do it with three.

Ortega was the agent you would spend the next 8 hours with, and you were relieved. You were confident you knew how to do your job, but since this was your first field assignment, you were nervous and Turner made it worse.

So did August, if you were honest with yourself. You found yourself playing with the golden circlet around your neck a lot and chided yourself for bringing attention to it. It was meant to be discreet but if you constantly played with it, eventually someone would notice. You frequently found your concentration lapse and you would focus on August instead of your job. He was becoming an obsession, he invaded your mind constantly. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, anticipating your next visit or, remembering your too few encounters.

During one such daydream, you caught Ortega staring at you, expectantly. You quickly realised it was because he had spoken to you but you hadn’t responded. “Sorry,” you say. “I tend to get really focussed on my work and block out other sounds.” You lie smoothly. Ortega waves away your apology and repeats the question.

You enjoy your time with Ortega, he was friendly and warm without being lecherous. Perhaps his simple wedding band helped to put you at ease. He doesn’t offer information about his partner and you don’t ask. You both eat a lunch of sandwiches made in the kitchen and while the work doesn’t stop, you and Ortega start chatting and you find yourself growing more comfortable with him. Even though he calls you New Girl, he doesn’t treat you like a rookie and you found your confidence increase as the day went on. You even found yourself sharing jokes with him.

However, an hour before your surveillance shift finished, August came back to the room requesting an update. As he comes in the door you were smiling, still getting over a laughing fit with Ortega. Although he shows no obvious reaction, you notice a slight tightening of his jaw. You keep the smile plastered to your face as you look away, but you know there isn’t a hint of a smile in your eyes.

August checks in with Ortega who reports the day’s events. He leans over Ortega’s shoulder resting one hand on the desk while the other held one side of a pair headphones up to his ear as he listens to some audio. You can feel August’s gaze boring holes into you, and you can almost hear him say, “Look at me, Pet.”

Slowly you raise your eyes and look at him. You had to smother a gasp. He wasn’t just staring at you, it felt like he was stripping you bare with his eyes. The fire is his blue orbs was scorching with desire. His gaze holds you captive, and you know if Ortega sees what was taking place, your secret would be out. Scandal at this point in your career would mean you were chained to a desk for the rest of your life, if you didn’t quit in frustration, which was usually what most people did.

But August doesn’t take pity on you, he knows the risks too and doesn’t avert his gaze. He licks his lips, drawing attention to his mouth. With a leering look he mouths, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight, Pet.”

You make a strangled noise and Ortega looks up at you started. “You ok, New Girl?” he asks.

You reach down and clutch your foot, slipping it out of your shoe. “Yeah,” you say, hiding your face while you rub your foot. “Just a cramp.”

August ignores the situation and keeps listening to the audio. You avoid looking at him and he leaves a few minutes later. Even after he is gone, you still feel your ears and cheeks burn and you doubt you will be able to regain your concentration. Then you receive an email from August that simply reads “8 pm.” The rest of your shift is a write off.

Not long before eight pm you stand nervously outside August’s apartment. With trembling hands, you knock on the door. You feel tipsy, you can’t think straight, you’re giggly with nervousness and your legs are unsteady, ready to betray you at any moment.

“It’s open,” you hear August call from inside.

You take a deep breath in a useless attempt to settle your nerves and open the door. You see him sitting at his dining table reading from his laptop and nursing a tumbler of what looked like gin or vodka. He didn’t get up, just flicks his eyes up as the door opened, saw it was you and flicks his eyes down again.

“Lock the door,” August says and you do as he asks.

He is wearing his suit pants and button up shirt, but he had taken his jacket and tie off. His sleeves are rolled up and a few of the top buttons on his shirt are open and you can see tufts of his dark hair on his chest. His hair is still impeccably groomed, but a five o’clock shadow dusts his jaw. Even without the suit, he exudes authority, from the set of his jaw, to his posture, the only thing casual about him was his laxed attire.

“You’re early again,” August says. You still can’t tell if he thought being early was a good thing or not. Until he said otherwise you would continue to be early because you were sure August wouldn’t tolerate tardiness.

You half shrug in reply, but don’t say anything. You realise you hardly say anything in front of August, he intimidated you more than else did. He made you nervous in a way that was so intoxicating that you found it hard to even think of anything you wanted to say. Unless, he asked you a question, then you can hold nothing back. Perhaps it was because you know there is no one in the world that has more power over you than he does.

“Take your clothes off, pet.” August says, still not looking at you. “All of it this time, except your stockings and heels.”

You try to swallow, your mouth feels dry, but you don’t hesitate to obey, his tuts of disappointment that morning still lingered in your mind. Your hands shake as you undress and fold your clothes neatly. You aren’t sure why you feel like its important to fold your clothes, maybe it was because even when August was relaxing, he always had an air of clean order around him. Like he needed things to be just so. However, you know that’s not completely true, you have seen the chaos dance in his eyes, the thin veneer of civility he wore like a skin suit couldn’t hide all of his primal urges and tendency towards recklessness.

“Come sit next to me,” you hear August say the second you had folded your underwear and placed them on top of your clothes. You didn’t think he had been watching but he must have been, because even now he seemed to still be focussed on the screen in front of him. You feel a little silly that you had undressed like you would have at home, you didn’t even try to make it look good for him.

So, you make an effort this time, to show him you want to please him. You let your hips sway just slightly as you walk, the movements feel natural, yet seductive as you near him. You pull a chair away from the table but August stops you, putting his hand over yours. His fingers are warm on your skin and you feel a shiver run up your spine.

“Not there,” he says.

You walk around to the chair on the other side of him, but August stops you again. “Not there.” He looks at you, then with a small movement of his head and a smirk, he indicates the floor. “On your knees, pet.”

You’re shocked and before you can stop yourself you say, “On my knees?” You look at the rug under the table. It was fairly plush looking and soft so your knees wouldn’t hurt. You wondered if he wanted you to take him in his mouth again, you couldn’t think of another reason he would want you on the ground.

“Yes,” August says, with little patience, but his smirk holds. He must find your bemusement funny. “Now.”

You slowly sink to your knees next to August, you feel a little humiliated, but you are curious to see where this was going. August lets out a content hum as you obey. The sound makes you smile and you look up at him, his smirk now looks more like a smile and he pats your head. “Good girl.” He praises. All thoughts of humiliation left you as those two words warm you. August places his large hand on the back of your head and guides it to his thigh.

Again, you’re confused, until you feel his hand stroke your head. He pats you, soothing himself as he finishes his work. He occasionally lifts his hand to do some typing and you find yourself watching his hand impatiently until it is returned. Occasionally he touches your collar, running his fingers along it, as if reminding himself that you as his. Sometimes his fingers slide up and down your back, with long tender strokes that make you break out in goose bumps and when he makes you shiver you hear him hum with satisfaction.

Eventually you hear August give a big sigh and he stretches his neck before closing the laptop and moving it out of the way. He takes a last swig of his drink before putting it aside as well.

“Pet,” August says. You look up at him and he gives his head a little jerk again and you stand up. He looks you up and down, his eyes seem critical as he inspects you, but you know he likes what he sees because his tongue licks his lips before he bites his bottom lip.

August guides your leg over his and you stand in front of him now, your legs on either side of his and your bottom rests on the table. You feel exposed while he continues to study you, and you want to close your legs as you see his eyes linger on your bare slit. You know he would see the slick wetness of your arousal, you could feel it on the inside of your thighs. You close your eyes, a little embarrassed by your obvious display of desire.

August starts to run his hands over the outside of your thighs, hips and waist and back again, while he leans in and kisses the soft skin of your belly. You involuntarily giggle and your hands reach for his head as his stubble tickles at your sensitive skin. Still smiling he takes your hands in his, pulls them behind your back and holds both of them in his huge paw. He returns his kisses to your tummy, but this time they are bigger, wetter and you can feel his tongue lick at your skin as he does. You try not to wriggle, you try and hold still for August, but his teasing touch is too much and you find yourself squirming as he plays with you.

Between kisses he says, “I think its time I got to know you better, Pet.” You feel the heat rise in your body and you feel your heart beat everywhere. God, he has barely even started and you were so ready for him. “Time I explored you.” His eyes looked up at yours as his tongue slid up your body and over your nipple briefly. He held his face in front of your breast, letting his breath tickling your hard bud. “Time I tested your limits.” He takes you in his mouth, sucking on your nipple, and letting his teeth graze you, your body shuddering with pleasure.

Looking up at you August’s voice is suddenly serious, “If you need me to stop, say Red.”

“Red to stop,” you repeat, letting him know you understand.

Letting go of your hands, August lifts you by your waist and sits you on the table. “Lay down, pet.” He says, pushing against your shoulder. He lifts your legs so that your heeled feet rest on his thighs. You moan, and want to draw your knees together, but you feel his hands on the inside of your thighs pushing them further apart. You are completely on display for him, you can hide nothing as he continues spreading your legs. You shut your eyes, tight. Your mind and body were in conflict. You were on fire, hot with lust and need, but your mind wanted to say no, to stop, you couldn’t stand the embarrassment.

“Spread your lips wide for me, pet. I want to see your cunt dripping wet for me.”

You shake your head, you can’t do that. It was too much. Already so exposed and naked, the thought of holding yourself open to him was too humiliating. “Please August,” you murmur “I can’t.”

The loud smack against your breast takes you by surprise. You hear the noise before you even register the pain. “August,” you cry. Your hands reach up, covering your breasts, and you try to rub the sting away.

“Hold yourself open. I want to see inside you.” August’s voice is low and firm, not angry, just stern. You lift your head to see him, he tilts his head and his whiskered lip curls in a cruel grin, almost like he was daring you to say no again.

Laying your head back on the table and squeezing your eyes shut, you move your shaking fingers down to your slit. You’re so wet and so aroused you struggle to hold your swollen petals apart. You hear August’s breathing start to quicken and his voice is barely above a whisper as he says, “Good girl.” You feel a finger slide teasingly over your exposed core and despite your shame your hips roll in desire. “You have such a pretty wet cunt, Pet.” His finger sweeps up your slit, his rough pad pausing on your clit. You gasp as he does, and a low moan escapes you parted lips.

August chuckles, “You’re very responsive, Pet. I like that.”

His finger moves back to your entrance, and with agonisingly slow movements he pushes his finger into you. You feel yourself clamping down on him already, you’re so desperate to be filled. Your hips start to rock as he curls his finger inside you, searching for your spot.

“Oh fuck,” you cry when he finds it, you unconsciously try to curl up into a ball as every muscle in your body contracts. Your hips move faster now, and you eagerly beg, “Please August.”

“You are an impatient little slut sometimes, pet,” August says as he lays an arm over you, stopping your undulating hips. “I think patience will be your next lesson, but lucky for you, today I want to watch you cum.”

Without warning, August pushes a second finger inside you. You cry out as you feel yourself stretching to accommodate him. You were so close to coming, your whole body felt pulled tight like an elastic, ready to spring apart when the tension got too much. Your fingers start to hurt as you hold yourself open. Even your fingers feel tight, ready for the release of your orgasm.

Your thighs start to tremble and you feel the warm wave start to rise from your toes. “Are you about to come pet?” You barely hear August through the fog bliss you’re feeling as his fingers dance inside you, coaxing you to your peak.

“Yes,” you say through your moans.

“Ask permission,” August says.

You’re so close you can’t make sense of his words. “What?” you ask.

“Ask me if you can cum. This is my cunt pet, I will control when you cum. Or I can stop now.”

You understand that threat, “No, no, please don’t stop.” Panting, and breaking out in sweat you say, “Please August, can I cum?”

“Yes, my needy little slut. Cum for me. Now.”

And you do. You don’t know if it was because he told you to or if it was because you were so close anyway, but when he said now, you felt a wave of warmth flood you. Your body pulsed and your core milks at his fingers and they keep hitting your spot. It feels like your orgasm lasts for an age and even as you come down from your high, you tremble in little after shocks.

You are in such a haze you don’t notice August removing his fingers until you feel both his hands on your knees, pushing them up and out as he stands. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he gives them a tug. Your ass is barely on the table and in your malleable state, you feel like you’re going to fall off, but he holds you there.

There’s a new sensation at your core, and you groggily sit up, resting on your elbows. You see August, cock in hand lining himself up. You whimper, not yet, you think. Augusts lifts his eyes and you’re caught once again in his piercing blue eyes. His shows you his teeth and grabs your throat as he impales you with his cock.

You would have thought that you would adjust to his size quicker after the euphoria of your orgasm, but you were wrong. You feel yourself reluctantly stretch around him, and despite the pain, as he fills you, tears you apart, it feels good, he feels good.

August pulls you up by your throat, and you wrap your legs around him for stability. You think he’s going to kiss you, but he studies your every facial expression, listens to every little moan as he starts to fuck you. Still feeling weak, every thrust from August throws you, his firm grip on your throat was the only thing stopping you from falling back on the table.

“You look so good, pet,” he grunts at you through his gritted teeth. “You look like a slut, with your pretty mouth moaning for more.” He leans in close to you, and growls into your ear, “But you’re not just a slut, pet. You are my slut.”

You cry out as he says it, his claim of you relights the fire between your legs and you start moving with him, trying to fulfil the growing need inside you. You grasp his shoulders, holding onto him as he keeps whispering in your ear, “You greedy girl, you want to cum again don’t you?”

“Please, August,” you say. He raises his head and sticks two fingers in your mouth, pushing them in deep, almost making you gag. As you build to your peak so does your boldness and this time you find Augusts eyes. You run your tongue around his fingers, before starting to tease them and suck on them.

August snarls as he watches, and increases his pace. You want to cum again, but you don’t want to stop sucking his fingers. But then August breaths a curse, “Fuck.”

You couldn’t hold it off now, you say around his fingers, “Pease August, can I cum?”

“Fuck, yes,” August is as lost as you are and as you fall over the edge, and your pulsing walls grip his cock he thrusts into like he wants to tear you in two. On his last pump he lets out a deep rumbling growl, before his whole body shudders. You had never seen a man who came like him, the way he doesn’t hold back, the way he lets his primal urges over take him, the noises, all of it was so fucking hot.

August leans his sweaty forehead against yours while you both get your breath back. His hand still holds your throat but he moves it under your chin, and with the gentleness that always surprises you, lifts it and kisses you with soft lips and a caressing tongue. You kiss him back, matching his mood, softly licking at his lips.

With a final kiss, August pulls away and helps you to your feet. “Ok?” he asks. You nod and he chuckles briefly, “Who knew you had both a degradation kink and a praise kink?”

You look away from him, embarrassment filling you. August sees it and lifts your face to his again. “I fucking love it,” he says. “Much more to explore.”

You smile, still a little shy about it, but not as embarrassed. “Come,” he says and takes you to his bedroom where you both get in bed and you lay like you had that morning.

You stay awake, pretending to sleep, keeping your breaths long and steady. Eventually August drifts off, and you wait until he falls into a deep sleep.

You slowly get out of bed and creep over to the dining table. You lift August’s laptop from the chair he had left it on. You open it and enter the password you saw him use on the plane. Your hands start sweating as the machine connects to the CIA network. You think you hear a noise and you look behind you, but you can see or hear nothing.

You type August’s CIA log in and enter another password. You are worried about this one, you aren’t sure if you had been able to catch all of it. You release the breath you didn’t realise you were holding when the CIA logo fills the screen.

You feel eyes on you and the hair on the back of your neck starts to rise. Terrified you turn around and come face to face with August and his unforgiving eyes. “What do you think you are doing, Pet?”

Part 5

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