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smfics · a day ago
Eren, Idiot Extraordinaire
A/N: I do plan on making a full story based on this (“The Wager”) but for now I just felt like posting a DILF Eren drabble I had in the drafts. Just think of it as like…an epilogue maybe lmao
CW: Just some fluff ❤️
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“Hey dad?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“When did you know that you were in love with mom?”
Eren was sitting on the edge of the couch, his daughter sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him. He was silently brushing her long brown wet hair, his daughter having just come out of the shower, when she had suddenly sprung up this question on him. He froze.
“Why ya asking of a sudden, huh? Got a crush on a boy or something?” Eren was about to panic, the thought of his precious little girl with a boy making his hair stand on end.
She blushed but hoped that her curtain of hair around her face would hide her reaction from her father. “No! I’m just curious!”
Eren huffed before cracking a grin. “Okay I’ll tell you. But promise not to tell mom.” His daughter spun around on the ground, ready to hear his story.
“I wont! I swear.”
“Okay well. I met your mom when we were kids - maybe even younger than you,” she nodded. This much she knew, having heard it from you before. “She was super cute but don’t tell her I said that,” they both grinned.
“One afternoon at school I was being an idiot, running down the hallway after Jean-“
“Uncle Jean?” She asked curiously. Eren rolled his eyes at the name you’d given to Jean.
“Yeah yeah, Uncle Jean. Anyway, he called me some dumb name I can’t remember and I was chasing him and bumped straight into your mom. We both fell down and I thought she’d be so mad, furious even. But she was laughing so hard. And called me an idiot.”
Your daughter laughed, “She still calls you an idiot, papa.”
“I deserve it most times,” he laughed too. “And I deserved it for a looooong time after that.”
“How come?”
“Cause I was practically in love with her from the minute I crashed into her and heard her laugh.”
Eren stood up and walked across the living room to pull out a photo album from the bookshelf. He then sat back down and patted his lap, motioning for your daughter to sit down with him. She sat down, her back pressed against his chest, and he opened the album in front of her, his arms wrapping around her small body to turn the pages. He flipped the pages filled with mostly baby pictures and family photos until he landed on the first picture he had of the two of you. It was a picture his mother Carla took, at Eren’s birthday party a few months after he met you. Eren was in the middle, standing behind his birthday cake, with his friends on either side. You were there too, standing next to him smiling, a couple of baby teeth missing from your smile. Eren looked down at the picture fondly.
Your daughter pointed at you in the picture, “that’s mom right?”
“Yup. She was soooo pretty,” he exaggerated his words as his daughter nodded enthusiastically.
“When did you tell her you liked her, dad?”
Eren turned a few more pages. Past pictures from more birthdays, past pictures of middle school, high school graduations. He skipped over the events in his life where you weren’t present - he’d made some dumb mistakes back then, pushing you away whenever his feelings were overwhelming his ability to be your friend. And he most definitely skipped over the group pictures in high school and college where your numerous boyfriends were there. No need to relive those.
He finally landed on a picture, and his index finger tapped the picture twice to indicate to his daughter that that picture was the one. She stared intently at the photo.
“This was the day,”
“You waited that long?” She looked at the picture incredulously.
“See why your papa’s an idiot?” He laughed.
“You guys were dressed so fancy,” she said as her eyes landed on Eren’s suit and your formal dress.
“It was your uncle Jean’s wedding day.”
She gasped, “with auntie Mikasa?”
“Yup. Your mom looked soooo beautiful I thought I was gonna die,” he teased. “I just had to tell her right then and there that she was about to kill me.”
“And what did mom say?” Your daughter was practically on the edge of her seat.
Unbeknownst to Eren or your daughter, you’d been watching them from the edge of the living room. You’d been there since he pulled out the photos, listening to them with a grin on your face.
“That he was an idiot,” you said and they both practically jumped at the sound of your voice. You walked over to them, standing behind the couch where they sat. You wrapped your arms around Eren and your daughter from behind, giving Eren a kiss on the head. “I already knew, of course. Took him long enough.”
Your daughter laughed again, “of course mom knew, she’s so smart.”
Eren nodded, “yup, way smarter than me.”
“Well, not that smart. I had a crush on your daddy too, for a long time.”
“You did?”
You nodded exaggeratedly, “Yup! We even kissed one time.”
“Yuck,” she said with her tongue out and her nose scrunched up. You and Eren laughed.
“And I was dumb enough to say I just wanted to be friends,” Eren said, grimacing at the memory.
“Why would you do that dad? I thought you said you loved mom from when you were little.” Confusion was written all over her face.
“I was scared your mom would say no.”
“I wouldn’t have,” you quipped, your hand patting down Eren’s hair.
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Wasn’t it pretty obvious, Eren?”
He rolled his eyes, “we’ve already established that I’m an idiot, babe.”
Your daughter’s focus was back down to the picture, “did you and mom dance at the wedding?”
Eren nodded and said with a smirk, “yeah we danced together alllllll night.”
You wanted to slap Eren’s arm, remembering that night a bit differently, but it’s not something you’d wanna explain to an 8 year old, so you refrained.
“And then your dad asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes,” you smiled.
“Thank god,” Eren started, “if I waited that long for you to say no I wouldn’t know what I’d do.”
You turned to speak to your daughter, “Honey if you like a boy you just tell them, don’t wait till your an old man like your dad.”
Your daughter blushed, thinking of the boy she had a crush on from school.
Eren saw and added, feigning anger, “wait no! no boys.” His voice sounded strict but when he looked at you his eyes were full of mirth.
“Don’t listen to your dad,” you gave them one last squeeze before turning to head back to the hallway, “he is an idiot after all.”
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epiclamer · a day ago
Hello popping in with another request
A villain caretaker looking after a mute hero sidekick after they fount them nearly died
Anything for you, love. <3
(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)
Silence is Shelter
Villain strolled through the rubble of the destroyed building, flicking pieces of concrete with the tip of their shoe as they walked. They weren’t necessarily looking for anything, merely on a nightly stroll.
They scanned an eye over the wreckage they had caused earlier, a proud smile washing over their serious expression. They had caused this, this destruction, this broken pile of concrete, this water leakage, this broken body crumpled under some wreckage-
Villain rushed over to the side of the mangled body buried underneath the destruction. Villain was a villain but they weren’t a monster, and they had morals, killing civilians was very against those morals. And they were so sure they had cleared out the building before they had blown it up too…
Villain quickly started removing large plates of concrete from the crushed body underneath. Finally, a head emerged, it was deeply buried in soot and dirt, bleeding from a hit to the temple it was obvious the civilian was out cold.
Quickly yet gently, Villain smoothed the hair and dirt from the civilians face with a soft thumb. But when Villain could get a good enough look at their face they realized that this was no civilian at all.
Villains first instinct was to leave, why would they want to help Sidekick anyways? They were part of Hero’s team…
Sidekick blinked their dry eyes, searching but not seeing. They were alive. Villain sucked in a sharp breath when Sidekicks eyes met Villains. They both froze. Sidekicks eyes filled with horror, Villains mirroring fear.
In a second tears had welled up in Sidekicks eyes and they were crying, tear tracks marking through the dirt on Sidekicks face.
Villain cleared their throat, still holding Sidekicks head in their hands. “Uh- umm… S-Sidekick? C-Can you tell me where you’re stuck please? I need… I need to free you.” Villain said, eyes darting over Sidekicks lower half which was entirely buried under rubble.
This was a dangerous removal, if they moved the wrong slab, everything could come down on Sidekick, or they could end up hurting Sidekick even more.
Sidekicks mouth opened but no sound escaped, they could only give Villain a pleading look through their teary eyes. Villain cocked their head to the side, gulping as they watched the rubble shift slightly above Sidekick.
“Can… Can you please tell me? I promise I won’t hurt you.” Villain tried, seemingly more desperate then the last time. Time was running out. Sidekick had probably been there for hours, hidden under countless layers of debris. Who knew what the damage would look like if they ever got them loose.
Sidekick blinked away more tears, shaking their head as they cried silently. Suddenly, the realization hit Villain like a truck. In all previous meet ups Sidekick had never spoken, never even made a sound. Could Sidekick even speak at all?
Sidekick shook their head even harder this time, eyes pleading again. Villain realized they had said the last track of their thoughts out loud.
Villain nervously watched as certain parts of cement were teetering dangerously close to unsafe positions that would send them tumbling down on the pair. And if Sidekick was mute, Villain wouldn’t know if they were moving the right pieces.
“Sidekick, buckle down. Cause this is gonna be a hell of a ride.”
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rana-i-z-m · a day ago
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Bir hasrettir çektiğim.....buğulu gözlerime
Sislenmiş göz bebeklerim,
Karışmış bulutlara...... gök mavilerim...
Görmez ki kimse,
ne ah''lar var bir tebessümde
bir nazenin...
bin harabe gamzelerinde...
Bir ben bilirim!
Yalnızlığımda ben....
İnce ince  dökülür
İçinde sitemlerin
O inciler süzüle süzüle...
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notjohnlegere · a day ago
Alright, so this was inspired by "Caught in the act" part 1. So when the reader starts laughing after caching him in the act, he gets insecure and was thinking if she found him little. I honestly found it hilarious. But now I have an idea from it 😅
Could you do one where Timmy ACTUALLY has a small dick? I don't think I've ever read it anywhere or in any other fandom and I'm quite curious as to how it would turn out. He's very insecure about it so he was delaying intimacy whenever they got close. This time, they where very close but timmy pulls away before things got serious and the OC gets really insecure, thinks he doesn't like her that way (maybe close to tears?) And Timmy feels v guilty and tells her it's not that and then let's her have her way with him. But when she pulls his pants off..... the rest is in your hands if you decide to do this request
PS. I want this to be angsty but also fluffy??? So when she does see it, she's going be surprised and he's gonna take it as a bad sign and dot dot dot happens, she tells him she loves him no matter what and then smut pls?
Good luck ❤
This request was so fun to write. What a unique perspective and a very realistic issue. I’ve never seen a fanfic like this before. I hope I was able to do this idea justice!
Just The Way You Are
Just The Way You Are
Timothée Chalamet x Reader
timmy is embarrassed about his size and keeps putting off having sex with reader. she changes his mind and shows him he’s perfect how he is.
*obligatory mobile formatting apology*
Nine months. You had been with your boyfriend nine months. And where you were thankful for every moment, this was getting old. You loved him with your entire being, you knew that. And you would never do or say anything that would hurt him. But the fact you had been together for this long and hadn’t had sex yet, it was frustrating.
You wouldn’t push him, you would never try and pressure him into something he didn’t want. But you felt like you were being constantly teased. So close every single time, only to have him stop you and say “maybe next time” in a quiet voice. It was never next time. You felt bad for feeling the way you did, you didn’t want your entire relationship to be about sex. It wasn’t about sex at all, in fact. But everyone needs relief now and again. And you were to the point you didn’t know how much longer you could wait. You wanted to love him physically so badly. You wish you understood why he wouldn’t let you.
It wasn’t because he was a virgin. You knew he had had sex before. So what was it? The only conclusion you could come up with is that you were the problem. You just wished you knew what you were doing wrong. You had tried everything. Being gentle, being rough, going fast, going slow, talking, staying quiet, nothing worked. It all ended the same way. Maybe next time.
You thought maybe tonight would finally be the night. You were in his lap, kissing him fiercely, his tongue was in your mouth, moans being swapped between the two of you. You moved your hips and started to grind down against him, but that’s when he pulled away.
“Next time?” You finished the sentence for him and got off of his lap. “When the hell is next time?” You came off more frustrated than you intended to.
“I’m sorry...” He said your name in a mumble.
“What is it, Timothée?” He knew you were serious when you said his full name instead of just Timmy. “Is it me? Do you not want me like that? I won’t be mad, just tell me.”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then what is it?” You felt hot tears prick at your eyes. “Why don’t you want me? You wanted other girls before me, why not me? I’m your girlfriend, we’ve been together for almost a year!” He looked terrified.
“No!” He defended. “No, no, please don’t think that. It’s not you, baby. I promise. I love you.”
“Then why can’t you let me love you back?”
There was a long moment of silence. You could tell he was pondering with the idea.
“I don’t know.” He mumbled. “I’m shy.”
“Timmy.” Your voice softened, watching your shy boy right before your eyes. “What are you shy about? It’s me.”
He seemed to feel a bit better to your words, but you could tell something was still lingering on his mind.
“Love me?” He asked you, voice barely above a whisper.
“I want nothing more than to love you, baby.” You said. Your lips connected with his once again.
Fumbling around with your kiss for a moment, you dropped yourself off of the couch and sat on your knees in front of him.
“Oh.” He said. His eyes were wide and his breathing escalated. You wrongfully saw this as arousal, rather than nervousness.
“Mmm.” You hummed, reaching up and undoing his pants. He was so stiff. “Don’t be nervous, baby, I got you.”
And that’s when you saw it. You momentarily paused, and that sent him into a panic.
“See! That’s why!” He shrieked and quickly covered himself with a throw pillow from the couch. He was so red in the face, and you couldn’t tell if it was from humiliation or anger. His eyes were full of tears.
“No! Don’t Timmy me! I tried to tell you-“
“Timothée!” You all but shouted. He got quiet. “Timmy, please. Let me see.”
“No.” He gripped the throw pillow tighter. You thought he might die. “You paused. You were shocked. You know I can’t satisfy you.”
“Timmy stop.” You fussed. “Let me see.”
Hesitantly, he moved the pillow.
You gently ran your fingers along his thighs, softly kissing the milky flesh of his hips. Sure, he was not as well endowed as you had once thought. But that didn’t matter to you. You just wanted to love him.
“There is nothing wrong with you.” You mumbled, nudging your nose into his stomach. This tickled a giggle from him. His hands found themselves in your hair.
“You don’t think I’m-“
“No.” You were insistent. You were sure. “I don’t think you’re anything less than perfect.”
You stood and took his hand in yours, encouraging him to follow you. He obliged, and you lead him to the bedroom. Hands on skin, lips on lips, clothing hitting the floor. It took no time until you were on your back, him hovering above you. He was shaking.
“Baby.” You breathed, your hands running across his jawline. “Please don’t be nervous.”
“I can’t help it.” He winced to your touch on his face. “I’m never gonna be able to satisfy you.”
“Don’t say that.” You stared directly into his gorgeous green eyes. “Don’t you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then that’s enough to satisfy.” You cut him off before he could respond with a kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you tugged him forward, encouraging him to continue.
Unsurely, he pushed into you. And it was like heaven.
“Oh my god.” You cried out, a bit in surprise yourself. He looked mortified.
“What? What is it?” His eyes searched your face desperately.
“That’s... so.. good.” You said between your soft pants. A bolt of confidence struck his spine, and he slowly began to move his hips.
The way he filled you, the way he hit every little spot inside of you, it was magic. He was made for you, his body fit with yours like he was the piece you had been missing all this time. And his size had nothing to do with it. His size was perfect. He fit everywhere he needed to, and no more.
“Is it really?” A bit of unsureness danced on his lips. You responded with a loud moan and a slight arch of your back.
“Yes, oh fuck yes it’s good.” You babbled. Your hands found their way into his hair.
“Y-you feel so good too.” He said with strain, in between moans of his own.
“Oh shit!” You involuntarily cried and threw your head back. He had found something inside of you that you didn’t even know was there. “That! Please do that again.”
He rocked his hips in the same way, over and over and over. Your moans only got more desperate. Your hands tugged at his hair. The poor boy had scratches on his shoulders, the back of his neck, and shoulder blades. The way he was loving you so, you just couldn’t keep it together. You had never experienced anything like this.
“Oh- merde.” He swore. “I’m gonna-“ He didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you unraveled beneath him with a desperate shout.
Your vision went out, your entire body shook, and you pulled his hair roughly. You were gone, you didn’t even hear the yelp that he gave when he was taken over by his own orgasm.
Coming down from your monumental high, you gasped for air. Your body laid lazily against the bed, and you stared at the ceiling.
“Holy. Shit.” You said, not aware of just how loud you had said it. That caused your boy to giggle.
You turned your head to see him lying next to you, his entire face was red.
“Good?” He questioned, still unsure.
“Good?!” You scoffed. He giggled again. “That was fucking incredible. How long do you wanna cool down before round two?”
His eyes met yours. He had a blank look on his face. Silence filled the room for a few seconds.
“I’ll go get us some bottles of water. We may be in here a while.”
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writtenonreceipts · 2 days ago
Could you do #64 “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.” as feysand?
Teehee! This was silly.
When she first met her boyfriend, Feyre had sincerely believed she would murder him. It had taken several months for her to warm up to the man and call him a friend. It took another few months to accept a first date.
Now, after being together for nearly a year, Feyre was convinced that she was going to murder him. Kindly though.
"Rhys," she asked, coming into the kitchen of his apartment that he shared with his brother. "Was there a reason you have a number to "The goat man" sitting on the counter?"
She looked a the number and frowned. Her trust in her boyfriend had dwindled especially after the great prank war of 2019.
"Uh, nothing?" Rhysand replied as he came out of the bedroom. He buttoned up his shirt and gave her a sheepish smile. They were supposed to be leaving to meet up with their family across town.
"Rhys," Feyre said. She walked over to him eith her hands on her hips. "What are you planning?"
"It's Cassians birthday and I owe him for the maple syrup debacle."
Her boyfriend was a man child.
"No," she said.
"Babe, I gotta," he said. "Compared to what Azriel has planned, this is tame."
Feyre pointed to the number. "Don't buy a goat. I don't care what you do, just no goats."
"But, he hates goats," Rhys said. He had an endearing sort of look on his face, much like a child approaching a slice of cake.
"Rhysand, look at me," Feyre said. Reluctantly he met her gaze. "No goats. Or I will let Nesta kill you."
He pursed his lips and that innocent look slipped.
"You already ordered the goats didn't you?" She asked
"Maybe?" He shrugged but Feyre could see that mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"It was nice loving you," Feyre said and patted his chest. "Let's go, I'd hate to be late for your funeral."
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acrylicqueen · 2 days ago
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Absolutely obsessed with these new sprites
He a bitch
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offscriptif · a day ago
"I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking." For Milo? :D?
&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. || Milo || He/Him ||
A sliver of moonlight falls on your face and you grumble, turning on the bed to escape from it’s brightness. Any other night, you would have gone right back to the realm of dreams, to exhausted by your daily activities to pay any mind to your surroundings. 
Tonight, something urges to pay attention. 
So you do. 
Eyes flutter open- just enough for you to take in your surroundings- and you barely hold back a gasp when you notice the shadow standing still on the bedside. Your mind races, already thinking on the next steps, when the shadow shifts and the sliver of moonlight that had been bothering you fall upon brown eyes. 
Relaxing by instinct, you go to open your mouth to make a comment regarding the propriety of a late night call, when you notice something that has alarm running through your veins. 
Milo is covered in blood. 
Concern gathers in your chest, but you don’t move. Something inside you tells you not yet. Instead, you use the silence to examine the Spymaster. His usually warm brown eyes are filled with a grief so deep and all encompassing that you feel as if you might drown on it. 
“Navis,” he whispers, voice hoarse, as something drains of his posture and he kneels next to the bed. The sound of his voice breaks whatever spell that had kept you on place, and you reach towards Milo without thinking, wanting to wipe that sadness from the eyes you have grown to love so. 
Tentatively, your hand settles on his cheek, stroking the skin tenderly as you shift closer. 
“What is it, Milo? Are you alright?” 
Milo laugh. It’s a broken, shattered sound that breaks your heart.
“I know I have a heart,” he whispers softly as he nuzzles your palm, seeking comfort wherever he can get it. “Because I can feel it breaking. Every day a new tragedy, a new abomination. It never stops. Why does it never stop?” he asks, tears on his eyes as he looks at you in desperation.
Slowly, you move closer and carefully kneel on your mattress. Not paying any mind to the blood covering him, you lean forward and let your forehead rest against his. 
“The world is cruel, Milo,” you admit, voice low and heavy. “That is why can’t be. That is why we are here, that is why we do our best to be good.”
A silent sob shakes his shoulders as his hands reach up to rest in your neck to try and seek comfort. 
“They used children,” he keens softly as you wipe the tears as they fall. “Kids, Your Grace.”
“And we will make them pay for it.”
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imaginepirates · a day ago
A First Meeting
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Here’s more for the anon that had me write After Life, a story about Beckett and his dead wife eventually meeting again in the afterlife. This is another one about them, covering how they first met. (Honestly I just think this storyline is compelling). This one has both the reader’s and Beckett’s POVs. 
@emdrabbles​ @tesserphantom​ @paljonkaikenlaista​ @viper-official​  @hellspawn-brownies​ @groovyfluxie​
~3200 words
          “They’ve given him charge of part of the East India company, you know.”
          Your attention was torn between listening to your peers and staring at the man across the room. He was a small man, though perfectly confident in the current social atmosphere. He managed to command the room around him without a word. Perhaps it was that acidic smile of his that kept everyone on their toes, or perhaps it was the fact that, quite quickly, he had become one of the wealthiest men in England. A self-made man. They look down upon that, here. But there was no denying that he outranked nearly everyone in the room.
          Cutler Beckett’s new lordship had put him at the center of attention. He was something of a mystery, having never been in the social spotlight before. He was new, and the elite didn’t particularly like new. You continued to observe the man, listening to the gossip around you. They say he cut off ties with his family. He dealt deftly with the men around him. From what you could see, he was having little trouble keeping up with conversation. I hear he’s served in both India and Africa. I can’t imagine all the things he’s seen. You wondered about his foreign experiences, too. Did you know they knighted him? He surely didn’t look like a knight.
           He knows he’s the center of attention. He’s having fun. What a prick. But you didn’t mind in the slightest; you were more intrigued than anything. He navigated so well through intricacies of social etiquette , leaving the men around him at a loss. It was clear they were trying to get him to slip up in some way, but he had yet to make a social error. If you didn’t know any better, you might think he was born into nobility.
          Effortless. That’s what it was. He could balance three conversations at once and make it seem as thought he weren’t thinking about it at all. His eyes scanned the ballroom all the while, searching, analyzing, calculating. He’s making judgements of us all. I wonder if we humor him.
          Your eyes met, for the briefest of moments, lips twisting into a smirk before he looked away, drawn to some other person. You let your face form a look of surprise. There was no question: he had been looking at you, not through you. And he smirked, which means he knew that I was staring at him. You weren’t embarrassed; everyone else was staring at him, too, after all. If anything, you were only more curious.
          You wondered what he thought of you—what he thought of the whole gathering in general. You did your best to block out the noise of the excitable girls around you. Their opinions and speculations meant nothing, anyway. Instead, you tried focusing on what you could hear of Beckett’s conversation.
          “There’s always coordinating to be done. Each ship must be the best for the task at hand. It’s about matching the cargo to the captain. I’ve had captains make the journey between Africa and the Americas in record time.” He turned to another man beside him. “Yes, the weather in those places can be unpleasant, but a job is a job, after all.” Again, the subject changed. “Don’t discount the African tribes too much; they may be an uncivilized people, but there is much to gain from them, both in the ways of gold and labor.”
          You were shocked to hear him mention slaves in polite company. As a lady, talk of the slave trade was kept well away from your ears. He’s a rather bold little man, isn’t he? You smiled. He was refreshing.
          He looked at you again, and you felt your breath hitch. This time, he didn’t look away. Neither did you. It took you a moment to register that the topic of conversation had changed, on his end, and even the girls around you had quieted, trying to listen.
          “I am, of course, at a point in life where a wife is a necessary part of the household. I have every intention of finding one.” A smug expression settled across his face. He looked away, finally, and how the entirety of the crowd hadn’t noticed your unspoken exchange was beyond you. The girls were back to babbling, but you stayed quiet.
          Why me? Is it because I’m not looking over at him shyly, batting my eyes like the other ladies? Is it because he knows I’ve been analyzing him without shame?  You supposed it didn’t matter. The fact of it was that it was you that he’d been staring at, and that it was you that he’d taken an interest in.
          London. I haven’t been here in years. Cutler stared out over the hundreds of faces. It hasn’t changed at all. The hall was lavishly gilded, gold accents glittering around doorways and windows. As used to the hot airs of Africa and India as he was, Cutler found the room stifling. I had forgotten what a bother it was to deal with other people.
          The men of London were good for little but smalltalk and politics. Not that they knew anything about politics, of course. Each tried to prove to the other just how educated he was on the subject without proving anything at all, and Cutler could feel his patience thinning. Social gatherings were part of moving up in the social ladder, of course, but they were tiring beyond belief. I’d rather be looking at the ships’ logs. He should be, too. Shipments were coming into London from Africa, and he needed to know exactly what condition the cargo was in.
          He gritted his teeth. I can make it through the evening. The hall was beautiful, Cutler had to admit, and the sound carried wonderfully. He could listen to a conversation across the room without trying. It did him little good. He had quickly realized that his rank and station were above most of those in the room. He had his ears peeled for news, but was getting none. If I have to be here, I should at least be learning something.
          “Lord Beckett.” His attention was forced to the man addressing him. “We’re glad that you could make it.”
          Lies. No amount of feigned kindness will flatter me. But they never learn.
          “You must be relieved to be back in London, after all the time you’ve spent away.”
          “Of course,” he replied. “It’s good to be among the civilized.” Cutler looked around the room, analyzing each person in turn. I might rather be dealing with haggling cargo suppliers about now. There were few people of interest. Nobody beneath his station was worth his time, anyway. Groups of men stood in telling clusters; the former military stood together, as did the academics, the politicians, the affluent. Here and there, snippets of conversation jumped out. They say he cut off ties with his family. He bristled. Word would have made its rounds, of course, but that was a personal matter. I hear he’s served in both India and Africa. What person with ears hadn’t? Did you know they knighted him? Yes, and his knees had been stiff the entire time.
          “You’ll be staying a while, then?”
          Beckett turned back to his companion. “A few weeks, at least. I’ll be conducting shipping out of London.”
          “Good, good.” The man ushered forward a few compatriots. “May I introduce you?”
          God forbid. “Of course.” Cutler knew his smile didn’t each his eyes. Somehow, nobody else noticed. He answered questions blithely, jumping with ease from one topic to the next, scanning the room all the while. They’re waiting for me to make a social faux pas. Ha. The men around him knew little of shipping, and even less of foreign places. Some boasted of their military exploits, while others tried to use their education against him. Do none of them know that I attended Oxford?
          His eyes danced across the room, resting on a group of women across the hall. They glanced at him before looking away, talking amongst themselves, stupid smiles plastered onto their faces. Cutler frowned. One stood apart from the rest, frowning, brows drawn down, staring at him unabashedly, even as he gazed at her. Disapproving? No. Calculating. He smirked. Not the most common trait, in a woman.
          I wonder what she thinks of me. Not that I care. The most unpleasant part of the night had yet to come, and Cutler loathed the thought of dancing with every woman in the room. They have fewer wits than bats. But that one…Perhaps a dance with her wouldn’t be so bad. Especially if she decided to judge him the entire time. At least she wouldn’t be falling over herself for his favor. And I do like a challenge.
          “Tell me, Lord Beckett, have you any interest in finding a wife while in London?”
          “I have thought about the prospect.” He looked back across the room. Still staring, I see. “I am, of course, at a point in life where a wife is a necessary part of the household. I have every intention of finding one.” The girl’s face changed, surprise overcoming her previously composed expression. Ah, so she heard. At least she’s not frowning at me anymore.
          She never looked away, not even once. She doesn’t even have the good graces to be embarrassed. Bold. Cutler liked that in a woman. How refreshing.
          You didn’t mind dancing, not really. It wasn’t as though you had to talk to your partner during the dance—on the contrary, you almost always stayed quiet, save for smalltalk. You had to smile, of course, but it was easy enough to feign interest when you had to. It was when they got chatty that you were annoyed. They never had anything to say; military might this, political prowess that, it hardly mattered. Self-glorifying. Boring.
          I wonder what Beckett would be like to dance with. He was admittedly hard to read. You didn’t expect him to ask you for a dance, but what with the way he’d looked at you, you could never know.
          Men turned to the ladies around you, offering an arm to each brightly smiling girl in their turn. You waited, knowing that some man would, inevitably, approach you.
          “I don’t suppose your first dance has been claimed, miss?”
          You nearly jumped. Beckett stood just to your left, grey eyes locked on yours. He raised an eyebrow, and you shook your head.
          “No, my Lord. It would be a pleasure.” You did your best to smile nicely, but you could tell that he saw the curiosity behind your eyes.
          “For me as well.” He offered you an arm, and you took it, following him to the middle of the hall.
          His first dance. This won’t be taken well by the others, you thought. Jealousy will abound. The thought didn’t scare you. On the contrary, it rather pleased you. It’s what you girls get for being so air-brained.
          He stared at you with searching eyes through his long lashes. He’s surprisingly feminine. The thought surprised you. He was feminine; he was a trim sort of man, and his waistcoat was perfectly tailored to his figure. His skin, unblemished, was as pale as any girl’s, despite his time overseas. He had expressive eyes—they looked at you now, almost black in the dark of the room. A chill ran down your spine.
          His hand rested lightly on your waist, fingertips pressing into the fabric of your dress. You flushed. This is intentional. You had, over the course of your young life, danced with many men, their clumsy hands resting heavily on your waist. But this is not clumsy. He’s holding onto me as if to keep me in place. Yes, that was it. He was, undoubtedly, holding you to him.
          Two can play at this game, my lord. One of your hands laid on his shoulder, and you moved it just enough that your thumb rested, feather-light, against his neck. For a moment, his lips parted, though they quickly settled into a smirk. Both knows the other’s game, now. I wonder how he’ll play his hand.
          He was close—too close, perhaps, for propriety’s sake, though not so much so to be overly-noticeable. But this is London, and people pay attention to these sorts fo things. Particularly the ladies. Let them notice, you decided. It wasn’t like you cared for their opinions, anyway.
          Beckett’s eyes held yours, unwavering. You gazed back. His fingers tightened around your waist, drawing you in a half-step. You almost gasped, and you knew Beckett had enjoyed the quick rise and fall of your chest as he held you tighter in his grasp. A smirk sat on his face. He likes getting a rise out of me. You returned the expression. Confusion settled in his eyes before you flicked your thumb up from its position on his neck, tracing his jaw.
          His eyes fluttered closed; it lasted only a fraction of a second, but felt like an eternity. When they opened again, his gaze flitted down to your lips before coming back to your eyes. You raised your eyebrows, shooting him a look. You’re an audacious little man.
          He smiled to himself—actually smiled—looking away for the first time during the dance. That did catch you off-guard. It was soft, and shy, and wholly unlike the horrid, twisted expression he’d worn earlier. And you liked it.
          You barely registered the end of the dance. You could have simply stood there, in the middle of the floor, watching Beckett’s smile. You didn’t, of course, instead moving to the side of the room. His hands, now back at his sides, left a phantom touch through your dress. He turned to you, eyes bright.
          “You are, without a doubt, the most impressive dancing partner I’ve ever had.” He grabbed your hand, placing a light kiss on your knuckles. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from showing a reaction. “I’ve never held an entire conversation without words, before.”
          “Neither have I. Though I am beginning to find this sort of conversation more pleasant than the usual drathering.” Becket snorted. “And you, my Lord, are the most interesting dance partner I’ve ever had.”
          “Good. I look forward to knowing you better over the next few months.” He nodded, and then was off, preparing for the next dance.
          He didn’t even ask. He didn’t even ask to see me again. He simply stated it as fact.
          You found yourself hoping that it was, in fact, fact.
          Ah, the dance. Cutler was, obviously, obligated to participate. If it gets me away from these buzzing gnats, I shan’t complain. London women were shallow, and vain, and completely uninteresting, but at least they didn’t speak unless spoken to—a quality that most men, in Cutler’s opinion, should also adhere to.
          His eyes jumped across the room, resting on the girl. She looked around herself as if bracing herself for the first dance. More likely bracing herself against the first partner. He slipped across the room, watching all the while as dull girls partnered with self-important men, eyes always darting back to the girl.
          “I don’t suppose your first dance has been claimed, miss?”
          She whipped around, clearly startled. Beckett kept his smile to himself. So shocked? And here I thought she might be expecting me.
          “No, my Lord.” Her eyes scanned his. “It would be my pleasure.” She tried to smile, clearly attempting to emulate what she had been taught, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
          “For me as well.” As you are the only person of interest in this room.
          Her arm fit perfectly in his own as he walked her out to the middle of the hall. Jealous stares abounded. Perhaps it was an oversight, to not have inquired on her background before choosing her for my first dance. Though judging by his partner’s richly embroidered gown, draped perfectly across her frame, and the shining jewelry perched expertly on her clavicle, Cutler could safely assume that she was of some affluence.
          Those jewels are real, too. They way they caught the light, however, was nothing compared to her eyes. They stared at him with a soft sort of intensity, questioning, assessing, though Cutler didn’t have the particular feeling that she was judging him.
          He pressed the tips of his fingers into the soft fabric of her dress, keeping her close—closer than necessary, perhaps, but Cutler knew that nobody would hold it against him, if they noticed at all. People were so commonly absorbed in themselves, they rarely paid attention to the interactions of others.
          Her eyes snapped sharply to his, a slight flush creeping into her cheeks. She felt that. A light touch to his neck signaled that one of her fingers had flicked itself over his cravat, teasing bare skin. He let himself appreciate the gesture—only for a moment—before settling back into his smirk. Now, that is bold. I shall have to retaliate. He pulled her closer, just enough to be too close for comfort. She gasped, and Cutler allowed his gaze to drift to her chest before coming to stare into her wide eyes.
          Yet why does she look so pleased with herself? Her expression had changed to mirror his own, and it soon became apparent as to why. The finger that rested so lightly on his neck began to trace his jaw, from just under his ear to his chin, then falling back down to explore the front of his neck. It was when she began to slip said finger under his cravat that he realized just how effective she was in her approach.
          He looked down at her lips. She raised her eyebrows.
          For the first time since arriving in London, Cutler smiled. A true smile; not the one that he flashed to the men in the room, not the one he gave the air-headed girls, not the one he reserved for simpering to superiors. A genuine smile. I can’t remember the last time I smiled like this, and in public, no less. But the girl had held her own against him so well. I can practically read her mind. She’s thinking of what an audacious little man I am.
          He schooled his face into an expression of light amusement, leading his partner to the side of the room as the music faded into the warm air. “You are, without a doubt, the most impressive dancing partner I’ve ever had.” He grabbed the girl’s hand, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles. I’m tempted to flip her hand over and kiss the inside of her wrist, but that might be too bold, even for me. “I’ve never held an entire conversation without words, before.”
          “Neither have I. Though I am beginning to find this sort of conversation more pleasant than the usual drathering.” A sort of smile was forming on her face. It was not an expression she was used to wearing, Cutler could tell. She looked confused as to why it was there, but couldn’t quite help its appearance. “And you, my Lord, are the most interesting dace partner I’ve ever had.”
          “Good.” I shall remain the most interesting man she knows for the remainder of my stay. “I look forward to knowing you better over the next few months.” I’m not going to give her an option.
          Music swelled once again, and Cutler took it as his sign to leave. I’m sure I’ll see her again soon enough. And I can at least keep the memory of that dance to make the next ones that much less painful.
          Perhaps London wasn’t all as bad as he’d remembered.
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akisslikemarble · 6 hours ago
overstimulation ; regulus x (fem!)reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, overstimulation (duh), degradation, mean regulus, overuse of the word ‘slut,’ choking, bad writing probably
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“aw, what’s wrong? little slut too sensitive for my big cock?”
regulus’s sneer is accompanied with a hard thrust, and stars dance across your vision when his hips smack into yours. you gasp helplessly, squirming and arching your back, digging your head into the bedsheets.
your cunt aches, burns, and the pleasure in your veins is hot and horrible like fire. you can only whimper, sinking your nails into regulus’s back.
he laughs harshly, one hand coming and wrapping around your throat until you gasp, and grins wickedly. “should’ve thought of that before you came without my permission. you’re gonna cum now, slut, you’re gonna cum until you can’t cum anymore.”
his cock slaps into you again, and your voice cracks on a whine as the pleasure deep in your belly snaps. your legs spasm as you cum around him again, but he’s relentless. he releases your neck only to land a hard slap on your clit.
“poor, poor little slut,” he snarls, “i’m gonna fuck you till your little cunt bruises.”
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i’m alive! whoop-de-doo. once again i write too much goddamn description for a proper dialogue T^T
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smfics · 20 hours ago
Wifey can you give us Eren x femdom/switch reader? 👉🏼👈🏼
I just wanna use him as my personal fuck toy and have him desperate and begging for me for once.
Idc what it is, you can tie him to the bed, hand cuff him, blind fold him, have him on his knees, anything you want.
I just wanna call him pretty and tell him that he’s doing so good for me while I overstimulate him until he just can’t take it anymore.🥺
Then use his body for my own pleasure after I’ve tortured him enough.
It would be even better if we were humbling cocky fuckboy Eren.
Okay I’ve never actually written a fem dom sex scene so go easy on me here’s a drabble ily wifey. I may write more of this later cause I love reading Eren getting dominated lmao
CW: NSFW 🌶, established relationship, Fem Dom, overstim, oral M & F, deep throating, no condom, cocky Eren being a lil brat
Length: 2k, just an unedited drabble nothing cray cray lmao
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Eren sat on the edge of your bed, shirtless and jeans unbuttoned, with that cocky glint in his eye and that dumb smirk you loved so much. The cocky bastard.
“You gonna stand there all day and stare at me or you gonna come over here and let me fuck you?” He asked, crossing his arms over his toned chest.
You stood a few steps away in only your thong, your hands behind your back.
“I had an idea to try something today, Eren,” you started, rocking on the heels of your feet out of nervousness.
He cocked an eyebrow, “Oh? What would that be?”
You brought your hands out in front of you, the sound of metal clinking against metal as you held the object dangling in front of your chest.
He chuckled, “Handcuffs?” He stood up off the bed, “Alright, turn around then.”
You shook your head, “No.” he stopped, his eyes questioning you. “I meant for you.”
He snorted, “You? Wanna handcuff me?”
You nodded, a grin spreading over your lips.
He looked up at the ceiling, as if deep in thought, before adding, “Pft okay. Let’s see you try, then.”
He walked up to you, then when he was in front of you he turned around. You handcuffed his wrists together behind his back, then turned him back around. You used both your hands to try and pull his forearms apart, they moved but not much. You let out a satisfied smile.
Eren was amused. “What’s this all about, anyway?”
You placed a hand on his chest, pushing him and he slightly stumbled before he began to walk backwards. You walked forwards with him, until he was against the edge of the bed.
“I’m a little tired of your attitude, Eren. I wanna be in charge today.”
“Good luck with that, baby. You keep those keys on you, let me go when you want me to fuck you good,” he teased.
“You think I can’t be in charge?” You asked with an eyebrow cocked in annoyance.
“There’s a reason girls are begging for me, sweetheart,” he said with his stupid stupid smirk.
“You’ll be begging for me Eren, you’ll see,” you challenged, all traces of nervousness gone in the face of his constant cockiness. Your need to prove him wrong outweighed your anxiety.
“We’ll see.”
You started off with a kiss, deep and needy, as you palmed at the tent in his jeans. You felt his chest move against you and he tried to move his arms. How badly he wanted to grab a fistful of your ass, or pinch a nipple.
This is gonna be hard, he realized as he struggled.
He felt vibrations on his lips as you chuckled at his struggle. Finally you pulled away.
“You wanna touch me, hm?”
He looked away, before mumbling, “let me out of this shit.”
“Nah, I like this,” you grinned as you continued to tease the excitement in his pants.
You trailed kisses down his chest as he watched, until you were on your knees in front of him.
“Want me to touch you, Eren?” You asked, your head pressed against his crotch teasingly.
“Let me out,” he groaned as he felt your hot breath over his exposed midriff.
“I don’t think I will,” you brought your hands up to pull down his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free. It hit his abdomen, leaving a bit of pre cum, before bobbing in the air, slapping against your lips. “Lean back pretty boy.”
He huffed in annoyance as you licked his tip, bringing it into your mouth. Your hand went to his base, pumping in rhythm with your movements as you sucked up and down the tip.
“Fuck, baby let me touch you,” he groaned as he watched you suck him off.
“Mm mm,” was your reply, negating his pleas. As you began to speed up your movements you felt him begin to move his hips, moaning loudly in pleasure.
For a moment you removed your mouth, pumping him from base to tip with your hand. He thrusted into your fist, whining at the loss of the warmth of your mouth.
He looked down at you, his face covered in sweat, baby hairs stuck to his forehead. “Yes?” He asked, slightly breathless as you continued to jerk his cock.
You smirked and decided to mimic the way he’d always talk to you, “doing so good baby.”
His eyes darkened in annoyance, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard after this you’ll be crying all over my cock.”
“Is that what you want?”
His hips snapped into your fist again, “Ah fuck yes.”
“If you say so,” you shrugged, stopping the motions of your hand on his dick. He looked down at you in confusion. You brought both your hands to the sides of his thighs, taking his cock into your mouth. His eyes widened in surprise.
“Let my hands out, let me fuck your mouth,” he begged as he watched you take him in, deeper and deeper, your jaw slack. When your throat closed around him and you gagged, he took in a sharp breath. His arms struggled against the handcuffs, wishing to use his hands to fuck your throat.
As you bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him in as best as you could, he cursed and whined, not used to not being able to control the situation. He felt the familiar feeling of his peak approaching as he thrusted into your throat, and watched as you blinked away tears. When you brought up a hand to caress his balls he instantly felt himself on the edge.
“Fuck I’m cumming,” he groaned as he pumped his seed into your throat. You pulled up, sucking off the tip as he came. He tried to pull away once he finished but you didn’t let go.
“AH I’m done wait-“ he cried as you continued to suck off his sensitive tip. He felt you giggle and bring up a hand to pump his base. “S-Stop I’m- Ah too much” he turned his head to the side, he would have covered his face at least if his hand was free.
You didn’t even give him a break to get soft before he was hard again under your lips. He swallowed a sob as you relentlessly pumped his shaft, releasing the tip with a pop of your lips.
You looked up at his face, and wondered if you were really seeing tears in the corner of his eyes, but decided not to ask. Instead you let go of him and stood up, bringing a hand to his shoulders. He was panting like a dog.
“Get on your knees,” you commanded and he actually listened, surprisingly. You held on to his bun tied at the back of his neck.
“Be a good boy and make me feel good, won't you?” You asked and he nodded. Maybe you’d broken him? You’d never seen him so quiet.
You hooked your fingers under the edge of your thong and pulled down, your wet, glistening cunt on display for Eren. He swallowed as he watched. Then, you brought one leg over his shoulder, holding onto the bed post with one hand as support. The other swiftly pulled his face into you. As if on command he immediately went to it, licking a stripe up your cunt before focusing his efforts on your clit. He groaned at the taste of your arousal hitting his tongue.
“Fuck Eren,” you moaned, your head thrown back in pleasure.
For a moment Eren tried to pull away, “It’d feel better if you let me finger yo-“
You shoved him back down onto your cunt. “I’m in charge now, Eren.”
His tongue went back to licking circles on your clit, your body vibrating as he moaned. Even without his fingers he was working magic with his mouth alone.
“Mmm, good boy,” you praised him, your free hand on the back of his head as he lapped up your juices. You felt your peak approaching as he expertly sucked on your clit, the room filled with the sound of your moans and his motions on your body. When you finally came with a loud cry of his name, you let go of the back of his head and he fell back, trying his best to catch a breath.
You looked down and noticed his cock leaking pre cum again, his body begging for release.
“Let me go now, won't you,” he said in between deep breaths.
“I’m not done with you yet,” you replied as you helped him up and led him to the bed. Despite the handcuffs you were able to have him sit up, propped up against the headboard, his back supported by pillows.
“That doesn’t hurt does it?” You asked as you climbed up to the bed. He shook his head no.
“Good. I’ll be the one to fuck you till you cry,” you said as you held his cock up and sunk yourself down onto his lap. He threw his head back with a low Fuck as you kissed at his neck. You brought your hips up slowly before slamming back down.
“Shit baby, like that,” he mumbled as you slowly rocked your hips up and down over his lap. You reached a hand up to pinch one of his nipples. “fuck fuck” he writhed under your touch.
“You look so good under me,” you said to him, your voice above his ear, your tone sultry.
“Please move faster baby,” he whined, trying his best to lean forward to kiss you. You didn’t let him, instead reaching a hand to pull at his hair, pulling it back so his eyes were to the ceiling. Then you rolled your hips slowly, earning a tortured moan from the brunette beneath you.
You then quickened your pace as he asked, bouncing on his lap. You watched as he cursed and tried his best to move his arms, his body glistening, covered in sweat.
Eren bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his moans. You pulled his hair back harder. “I wanna hear you, wanna hear your pretty moans,” you said.
“Fuck baby, you’re fucking me so good, shit,” he said, his eyes forced closed. He was trying his best not to cum, to prove you wrong. But with your dominance, your voice, your tits bouncing in his face, and that pretty little cunt fucking him so well, it was a challenge.
You felt another orgasm approaching as the sound of both your voices barely registered above the sound of skin slapping against skin. You could barely form a reply, all your efforts focused on fucking Eren’s brains out. It seemed to be working.
“God, pussy’s so good, let me fill you up, I wanna cum, baby, please,” he whined as you brought him closer to his peak. He moaned over and over between curse words as you pulled him over the edge.
The final straw for him came when you reached a hand up and around his throat. He’d never tried it before, surprise clouding his features as you squeezed lightly on the column of his throat.
You both came together, crying his name as you released his throat. Hot, thick cum filling you up as you rode out your orgasm, rocking your hips against his. He sighed, his body slumping backwards, his eyes staring at you in awe. As if he’d just had the most powerful orgasm of his life.
After catching his breath he finally said, “the fuck was that?”
You laughed at his boyish expression before getting off of Eren’s lap, searching for the key on your dresser. You released him and he immediately pulled you in by the waist.
“Don’t think I’m not going to ask for a round two,” he said as his hands gripped your ass so hard they’d leave bruises.
“Yes please,” you grinned.
You may have been in charge, but the night was only beginning.
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epiclamer · 2 days ago
“So, you finally got the villain arc we all know you deserve.” Hero said, knees hitting the cold cement floor with a thud as the blade was wrenched from their chest.
Hero watched as the Villains watery eyes began to drop their first tears. “But is it what you wanted?”
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rana-i-z-m · 17 hours ago
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Şimdi ben...
Hangi hesabı kapatayım?
Kaç yılı zarardan sayıp,
Hangi günleri kâr yazayım?...
Hebâ olmuş anlarım,
Umutları yakan zamanlarım var
Baharı görsem ne olur?
Yağmur olup, yağmış üzerime  ah''larım...
Şu yitik hayatta, kaç para ederdi ki varlığım? 
Şimdi verin, hadi beni bana!
Hakkım olan, beni bana...
Yok artık bir düşüm,
zemheri yollara düştüm
Bak bakabildiğin yerden ey kalbim!
Ben her türlü  ziyandayım...
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sentinelpri · a day ago
here's a fun idea: starscream and his clones fighting over the reader?
Here's some headcanons for ya! I've actually never written any of Starscream's clones except for Slipstream lol, so I hope this works out. Enjoy, and thank you for the request <3
Starscream: Hates that, while he was by himself and already struggling to get your affections, he now has a ton of competition. Gets angry and will use brute force to make them all go away from you, as well as bitter insults and lies, and whatever else, but mostly clever schemes to distract them/make them think you’re actually somewhere else. 
Dirge: Doesn’t understand why the other clones think they can have you, like... What the hell? You’re his and no one else’s. He is a selfish, greedy bastard and will straight up tell the others to fuck off of you because you’re his. Will steal you away from them and try to claim you as much as possible.
Slipstream: She’s confused as to why the others are even options. Starscream is an idiot, and the others are one-dimensional. Thankfully, she actually has some tact and the most success with you, as instead of participating in the fighting or treating you like an object, she’s able to actually charm you into spending time with her and developing a close relationship with her. 
Ramjet: Will lie to you however he can to convince you that he’s the one you should choose. You’re interested in this thing? Oh, so is he. You want this thing that he can’t afford? He’ll buy it for you! You’re interested in one of the other clones, or worse, Starscream himself? Actually, that clone did this HORRIBLE thing to him, and you should stay away! Very good at fabricating lies and distracting the others to get time with you. 
Skywarp: Absolutely terrified of you choosing one of the others, but also hates confrontation, especially if it’s physical. When it comes to fighting over you, he’ll participate in some of the verbal battles and try to go behind the others’ backs to have alone time with you, but he withdraws when the attention is on him/he faces their wrath and it starts to get physical.
Sunstorm: Wants you to step on him LMAO. Literally worships you. Constantly praising and loving on you, super affectionate, will try to bribe the others into spending less time with you with sweet words and offers. Great at buttering you up and getting you to do things with him/be more accepting of his advances. 
Thundercracker: Why wouldn’t you want to be with him? Obviously, he’s the best out of all the Starscream clones, so it makes sense that he’s the one you’d choose; he’s the most attractive, the smartest, charming... What is there not to love? He doesn’t even really try lmao, just flaunts himself around and assumes that you’re going to fall for him, then gets mad when you don’t.
Thrust: A jealous bastard from helm to stabilizing servo. He’s pissed off that you so much as bat an eye at any of the others and will do whatever he can to get your attention on him. Insults the other clones on attributes of theirs that he actually wishes he himself had and thinks that you’re more interested in all of them than in him, but will try to fight for you anyway.
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writtenonreceipts · 2 days ago
14 feysand
Drabble prompt "Take. It. Off."
haha, i almost made this angst. i should have...because who knows what this is
As the night sky began to illuminate with the bright pinpoints of stars, Feyre slowly backed out of Nyx's nursery. He'd had a long day full of not napping, teething, and generally being a cranky ten month old baby.
Rhysand had been gone for nearly a week now visiting the Ilyrian camps with Azriel. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered Feyre. They had their own set of duties to accomplish to help with Night Court and Prythia as whole. But being away from her mate was hard. Even with their bond Feyre was more than ready to have Rhys back. It would be any day now. Hopefully.
As she walked back to her and Rhys' room, just a short hallway away, Feyre gently caressed the tattoo on her hand. The one front the first bargain. Smiling softly, Feyre sent a thought down their bond. She got a response almost immediately--one that sent shivers up and down Feyre's spine.
She went to her dresser and pulled out a nightgown, one of silk that always felt luxurious when she put it on. As she hummed to herself, she kept the bond wide open.
Rhysand had teased her enough since they'd been together that she figured it was time for a little payback.
So, she began undressing, starting with her sweater. Feyre took her time, making sure to send casual brushes down the bond with each movement. It wasn't long until she was left in her panties and bra. Rhysand had remained quiet the entire time.
Feyre couldn't help but smirk to herself as she moved through their apartments. A fire from the hearth crackled, keeping the large space delightfully warm. Stretching her arms overhead, Feyre fingered with the straps of her bra--waiting.
And then she felt the spark. Something quick and hot and nestled in her chest right where the bond rested.
She offered one more tease before closing the bond completely. In about ten seconds a piece of paper would show up on the bedside table and--
The door to their bedroom burst open and before Feyre had time to catch herself, her mate was in her arms.
Chuckling, Feyre wrapped her legs around Rhys' waist and leaned in close to him.
"Hello, mate," she whispered against his lips.
Rhys growled, his fingers pulling on her bra. "Take. It. Off."
Well, she did love her mate and hated to disappoint.
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xemmaleexx · 23 hours ago
It was the blue box
Always the blue box, I knew what it was, I always will.
The Tardis, the place I started. My home
Pushing its familiar door, a new room greeted me. Warm yellows,tinges of blue. I smile
“Hello darling” I pat the console, ever changing. The Tardis thrums at me touch “Miss me dear?” I laugh .
“Is my husband home?” No response this time. “Ahh he’s out , well that’s to be expected”
A loud clang In the distance, I turn to see what it is coming towards me. A blonde woman , far shorter then myself. “Yazz? Is that you? I didn’t expect you to be back so soon? There was a wasp in the observatory, dastardly things they are. Did I tell about the time I met Agatha Christie? Giant wasp, big as a man I tell you. Very nearly died.”
She hasn’t seen me yet
“ and who the hell are you?” I ask. She freezes finally seeing me. Her mouth agape “River?” She holds a sonic screwdriver. That damn doctor, always losing things.
“You know who I am? What did the doctor tell you? Ugh that man going around the universe yapping his gob. Well I suppose at least you know I’m a woman. He didn’t tell Clara that. Bless, he must like you.”
I move to the woman. Smiling. She hugs me. I wasn’t expecting that I tell you. “River, sweetheart. It’s me, I’m the doctor.” I laugh. “ I’m serious River”
She grabs my shoulders tight, I look into her eyes, thousands of years behind them, so much pain and so much love. I know these eyes just like I know the Tardis. “Doctor? It’s really you? You’re a woman?” I take her in. Odd dress sense, screwdriver got a mouth on her. She really is the doctor .
She grins with her whole face. “Hello Sweetie”
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offscriptif · 10 hours ago
Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. For Val pls!
50 Types of Kisses || Val || They/Them ||
You are shivering. Teeth chattering against the cold winter air as you rub your hands together for warmth. A distant part of your mind dreads to imagine the look of eternal disapproval that would be painted across Tiffany’s face if she had decided to accompany you to the palace today. 
But she didn’t, so you are at liberty of being as stubborn as you want without your butler’s disbelieving looks shaming you into committing to common sense. In truth, you are well aware you are being stubborn, but you cannot help it.
You are enchanted. 
Never, in a million years, you would have thought you would be able to witness the Royal Guard training and yet, here you are, doing exactly that. Because Val had invited you. They had asked you to watch. There is a soft warmth on your chest that not even the cold can get rid off, and is that warmth which is keeping your feet stuck to the ground, right were you have been standing for over two hours, refusing to move a single inch as the guards go through another set. 
Your eyes find Val amongst the guards and you fight the urge to smile when you find blue-green eyes looking back at you. You send them a quick wink and watch in delight as a light blush raises in tanned skin. Your attention wanders back to the knights, expecting the blush to be the end of your interaction, so imagine your surprise when your view is blocked by broad shoulders. 
A spike of surprise runs through you as you look away from the training grounds and blink at Val’s sudden closeness.
“Is the session done?” You ask in surprise as surprisingly warm hands come up to frame your face. 
“No quite, häschen,” they reply, breath fogging as they speak. “I just wanted to thank you for coming,” they reassure as they lean forward to capture your lips in a kiss. Their lips are warm against yours and it takes you less than a second to melt into the kiss, hands moving to grasp their tunic to draw them closer. The rough texture under your palms gives you an idea, however, and a spark of mischief pushes you to tuck your hands underneath their tunic. 
Val’s reaction is as delightful as you expected. They break the kiss with a gasp and quickly take a step back, running away from the cold in your hands. You barely contain a snort as they look down at you with a confused frown, before the realization of what just happened dawns. 
“Your hands are freezing,” they say incredulously as their own hands reach forward to cup your own and brings them up to place a kiss on your knuckles. “Perhaps is it best if you wait inside for the rest of the session häschen, I would hate for you to grow ill.”
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introloves · 5 months ago
Jax my sweetie! Haven’t you heard? It’s sundress and no panties season!! Who do you think would feel their s/o’s up while they’re out having a cute picnic in the park?
ohh,, the list for this is long...
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› bokuto, meian, atsumu, oikawa, hinata-
unashamedly wanders his heavy hand down to your ass- fingers playing with the cute little sundress you're wearing, smiles at you when you squeak and try to pry his thick hands from your form. you don't want to flash the people walking behind the two of you, but wearing a pretty little number like that, for him- has him insatiable. doesn't take long for him to take you further away from wandering eyes and fucking you against a tree, one hand holding onto your face so you don't go bumping it against the tree and the other laying against the curve of your spine, sundress bunched up and used as leverage to bring you back onto his thick cock over and over, watching your pretty, shaking hands press helplessly on the tree to get more, more, more. knees knocking against one another while you’re nearly suspended with each thrust- so pretty and desperate, all spurred on by the sight of you in a simple little dress. 
› aone, aran, suna, osamu, kageyama-
can't really articulate what it does to him seeing you in something so pretty, fitting for the hot temperatures while you're sitting outside- happily sipping on cold drinks in the shade. he doesn’t even know you’ve opted for no panties, not until you uncross your legs and reach over for more food- and he slowly feels his world tilt on its axis. it takes no time for him to reach over the food, knocking things out of the way in order to land his hands on you- tugging your body closer, fingers digging into the softness of your body, letting himself tug and pinch and grab at the dress you’ve adorned yourself in. asking you with little humor, ‘what were you thinking, hm?’ before flipping your body over and sliding a thick and heavy cock into your cunt- the same one he caught glimpses of mere seconds ago- puts your body into a pretty little arch, both hands on your ass, grabbing and pushing you down at the same time so he can see his monstrous cock slide in and out of you. mewls and cries coming from your muffled mouth already drooling onto the picnic blanket only spurring him on.
› iwaizumi, ushijima, gao, kyoutani-
doesn't even let you walk out the door- fucks you on the floor of your living room. lets swung up over his shoulders so he can see your body jiggle underneath the dress slowly hitching up your tummy with the way he’s fucked you into a mating press, dead set on cumming inside your tight little cunt so he can see every load run down your legs when he finally does let you walk out of the house. he’s not even undressed, cock tugged out of the waistband of his pants- letting you cream and make a mess of his own clothes with every thrust that meets your wet cunt, chuckling once he’s finally spent after furiously fucking you down onto the floor- small little apologies for ‘acting like an animal’ that are just empty words and its not like you mind- too fucked out and shaking to care. 
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rebrandedbard · a month ago
I don’t have to be a part of your story.
That’s what Jaskier thought, watching Geralt walk further away into the market. Jaskier lingered back, watching him go about his business, just another of many such moments scattered across the years.
I don’t have to be a part of your story, he thought. Just let me tell it. Or if not, let me witness it. Let me know it.
Let me alone know how you buy an onion to eat raw while you shop, you astonishing, winnable heathen. Let me remember that you spend an extra coin to buy the green apples over the red because your horse prefers them.
When you are gone from this earth, let your story rest with me. If I should die first, let it rest within me, a safe haven. When I stand before the gates and am told to leave all my earthly things behind, I will clutch it to my chest, bury it within me, and smuggle it inside or be cast to the fires below if they will take it. Let no one know or remember it if they must go on in their ignorance, but allow me. I’ve accepted the weight of a more beloved burden. That shall help me carry it with ease.
Geralt turned his head back toward Jaskier. “You’re falling behind,” he grunted. “Hurry up, or you’ll get lost.”
Jaskier smiled and trotted up beside him. As they entered the market together, he began prattling on, stringing together ideas for his next song, featuring the last night’s hunt and digging for further details in the dirt of the grave that was Geralt’s stilted tongue. Geralt’s throat, Jaskier said, was where all the best stories laid down to die, never told.
As Jaskier babbled, Geralt watched him from the secret corner of his eye. Whenever Jaskier paused to puzzle out a certain phrase, he fell behind, and Geralt would have to remind him to stay close or be carried off by the crowd. “Hurry up,” he’d say, pausing to let him fall into step.
You belong here, by my side. Such words died on his tongue, afraid to be born. I don’t want to lose you.
When the time did come for them to part, Geralt made sure Jaskier knew where his next contract was waiting. Jaskier had an engagement in the city, and he in the next town. Geralt waited until Jaskier disappeared among the early morning throng, then he turned and went about his business, gathering the last of his supplies from the stalls.
A merchant looked him over as he counted out change. “You’re the bard’s witcher, aren’t you?” he asked, stopping in the middle of his counting as he lit up in recognition.
Geralt felt the impulse of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He nodded.
“It’s a strange arrangement, make no mistake. So used to bards following knights and ladies and such. It’s an original idea, to be sure! But it makes me wonder. How did he ever wind up together with you? What’s your story, witcher?”
It was a question people so often asked. And not once had he left it unanswered.
“Our story,” he said, “began in Posada.”
saw this post by @halbarryislife and had to write something
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lavishedinjimin · 12 months ago
kinky hours masterlist
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— all drabbles are 18+. for adults, by adults, about adults. all are for f.readers!
— do not repost anywhere outside of tumblr. 
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rules before sending a request 
mean daddy jk denies sub!reader of his touch/name-calling/degradation
OC asks for kisses during sex and jk finds it adorable
stressed jk getting pissed off at OC’s attitude/manhandling/ball gag
crybaby™ jk x reader/ jk licking the tears off of OC’s cheeks
criminal!jk x officer!reader/kidnapped/imagine butter era jk’s concept photo vr.2
brat tamer jungkook/punishes reader for being a spoiled brat lol
sub!jungkook is tied up/giving him oral/tracing his arm tats with your tongue
ex-bf jungkook/argument turns into hate sex/reader cheated on namjoon lmao
hand kink/making origamis with daddy!jk/gagging
single dad jk/apologizing that he fucked you too hard/babysitter reader
crybaby™ jk x reader but OC uses her safeword
daddy jk takes care of you after not having sex for weeks
he finds out that you’re a Little/daddy!jk
cumming inside you without protection/creampie kink
eating you out with whipped cream
dom!jk/dirty talk/window sex
reader squirts and jungkook’s “give me more”
atgggth™ jk/eating pussy/whiny reader
jk fucks you while standing
spitting in mouth/overwhelmed reader
dom!jk/bratty reader
crybaby!jk/anal play with sub reader/ddlg 
jungkook finding your moans adorable
softdom!jk/rainy ambience/dirty talk/cuddling 
chubby reader/rough sex/praise
horny jk comes home while you’re cooking
crybaby™ jk/reader wearing cat ears and tail
riding jk’s thigh while spooning
overstimulation/clit torture/squirting
dom!jk pinning you down as he fucks you
daddy jk and his corruption kink
soft jk but reader wants it harder, hmmppp >:(
clit overstim/tied to the bed
hard dom jk/rough sex/jk fucks reader ‘inhumanly fast’...haha
passionate sex/lotus position
jk fucks reader gently and deeply™
ddlg/first time riding dom!jk/praise
blowjob while on the phone/punishment/degradration/jk meanie 
hard dom!jk/humiliation/subspace/big dick jk haha
reader does jk’s makeup as she rides his cock
daddy!jk/small reader/praise kink/size kink/wearing his baggy shirt
daddy!jk is handcuffed to the bed by babygirl  
dom!jk is jealous so he gives you hickeys
slapping/spitting in reader’s mouth/degradation/rough/choking
jk catches reader humping her pillow with his jumper on
punk jk fucks reader on her parents’ bed
crybaby™ jk and his love for eating pussy/spitting/descriptive
thigh riding/degradation/choking/spanking/hair pulling/whatever
overstimulation/reader tells jk to stop but he doesn’t listen
cockwarming/”move and i’ll take my fucking cock out of you”
punishing you in front of the members/degradation
dom jk fucks you mercilessly in front of a mirror/rough
having your first time with dom!jk
jk comes home to reader fucking herself/punishment/size kink/daddy
fucking you roughly while the members are around
dom jk/cocky jungkook energy/slow down by chase atlantic/descriptive
cockwarming :D
punishing you after you came without his permission
reader says she’s ‘too heavy’ but jk proves her wrong/against the wall
jungkook trying his spanking kink out on you
holding your thighs while he eats your cunt
dom!jk manhandles reader/virgin kink
tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh
crybaby™ jk/reader got her nipples pierced/descriptive
testing out his pain kink on you/face slapping/biting/choking
taehyung finding the wet squelching noises cute iykyk 
bad boy™ tae gives you hickeys in public/possessive tae
dom!tae/mutual masturbation/voyeurism
werewolf!tae asking you to run because you disobeyed him
lactation kink/slight mommy kink
pushing your head against a pillow bc you’re too loud
sweet hot tub sex
taehyung uses his ties to play with you
reader cheats on jk while fucking taehyung
mutual masturbation but ends up fucking anyway lol
ddlg taehyung/size kink
bad boy™ taehyung teachers reader how to blow
the start of bad boy™ tae x young reader ;)
movie date with a remote control vibrator/dirty talk
dom!tae/nipple play/hand kink
tae fucks you while you’re asleep/spooning
ddlg/tae is jealous of you spending your time with other guys
cockwarming while he’s gaming
soft dom!tae/praise kink
bratty reader/rough/pissed from all the dating rumors
tae makes you wear a ball gag
taehyung fucks you in a pool
getting heated with tae in the pool
ceo!taehyung/secret relationship/some spanking
fucking you sensually while Singularity plays in the background
tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first
tae walking in on you riding jungkook’s thigh
bisexual reader/jimin gets jealous from you fangirling over a female idol
jimin getting on his knees/you’re standing during oral
dom!jimin corruption kink/condescension/jimin and his kendo agenda
jimin edges you with a bluetooth vibrator in public 
making fun of jimin’s small hands until he shuts you up 
cockwarming with jimin while he works out
jimin releasing his pent-up stress on you
sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon
softdom!jimin/swallowing his spit/praise kink
poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader
truth or dare/bts taunting jimin that he can’t make his gf cum
softdom!jimin/cocky/reader says he’s the biggest she’s ever had
softdom!jimin/readers sits on his lap and he bounces her up and down
dom!jimin/use of vibrator/edging/denial/squirting
jimin and his corruption kink/small!reader
jimin makes you sit on his face for being bratty
controlling your vibrating panties at dinner
hard dom!hobi/pissed off that you accidentally said his name instead of ‘daddy’ during sex
hobi getting annoyed that you keep moving during oral
werewolf hoseok in heat/mentions of impreg/slight blood mentions
tattooed hobi x curvy reader/praise kink/loving degradation
daddy hoseok/trying to get his attention while he’s on the phone
softdom!hobi/fucking you in front of the practice room’s mirror
masochistic hobi punishing reader
namjoon discovering your pinterest board full of kinky shit
wolf namjoon x bunny hybrid reader/bunny gets lost in the forest o_o
dom!namjoon uses a spreader bar on you/squirting/degradation
giving joon oral under the desk bc he’s stressed from working
dom!namjoon x sub!reader x dom!yoongi/spitting kink/spanking
daddy namjoon fucks you while you’re both high/marijuana intake
namjoon spits in your mouth/wall fucking
sub!jimin x sub! reader x dom!namjoon
namjoon and creampie... yum
namjoon punishing reader/overstim/degradation
softdom!namjoon/size kink!!
daddy!joon babies reader to be intimate with him 
edging with joonie and his babygirl
sucking him off while he’s on vlive
servant namjoon x princess reader/bending her over the desk
tae x reader x namjoon/impreg kink/who can get her pregnant first
butt play wohoo/no peneration/just thumb on butthole typa’ thing
PUBLIC. BUS. SEX./cockwarming & grinding/slight exhibitionism/honestly this is just so hot
distracted by his hands/fingering you against his piano/hand kink
sitting on yoongi’s face + overstim
pet play/kitten play with yoongi
innocent s/o never masturbated before/virgin reader/size kink
dom!yoongi x sub!reader x dom!namjoon/spitting kink/spanking
breeding kink/pregnancy kink
poly dom!jimin x dom!yoongi x sub!reader
hard dom yoongi
hand kink omfg
dom!yoongi/bondage/using a dildo on you
yoongi shows off his tongue technology/cunnilingus 
reader wears vibrating panties in public
seokjin ruining your orgasm/putting the vibrator inside your panties
yoga with seokjin/ahh yes, the downward dog/cunnilingus
dom!seokjin fucking you in front of a mirror
ball worship!!
lactation kink with seokjin aaahhhh
teasing seokjin until he snaps/big cock seokjin agenda
dry humping/cumming in his pants
daddy seokjin takes care of you after weeks of not having sex
asking jin if he can choke you
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