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princess-lilura · 8 months

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His pretty little doll looks so cute…

I made her a promise that I wouldn't hurt her

That was a lie.

I can see the desperation in her eyes as my hands open her stocking clad legs

My fingers glide up her already dripping pussy

You're already so wet for Daddy, who's my good girl?

Your eyes widen with delight and her cheeks blush a lovely shade of pink while she tries to look anywhere but at me, the way she blushes for me makes my dick so hard

The hunger crawls through my body as I look upon her spread wide for Daddy, wet, needy and desperate

I wasn't going to hurt her but how could I keep my promise when she looks like this

Pushing the head of my throbbing cock against her centre my lips hit her ear, this might hurt baby girl, her eyes widen

Be a good girl now and scream for Daddy

Pushing through her tight wet pussy it feels like my cock has been dipped into honey, the way her heat glazes across me sends me feral pushing deeper I feel her grip me tighter and I can no longer hold back as I sink into her tightness that is cutting off any thoughts I have

All I can think about is using her little body and making it mine…

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greytongue · 10 months

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random prompt: massage

cw/themes: no smut. leon never stretches, so you help him with that. then you give him a massage. he’s touch starved. he falls asleep. slightly established relationship? y’all like each other and you know the feelings are mutual. ambiguous gender reader

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leon took poor care of his body. sure, he’s an active guy and eats relatively healthy. but taking the time to focus on his aches and pains and flexibility is where he lacked.

you’d hear him let out the occasional grunt or groan anytime he had to kneel, bend over, anything really. especially after a mission is when he complained the most. so, you set it upon yourself to take care of his physical ailments after another gruff mission.

“i really don’t need this.” he sighed, begrudgingly removing his shirt at your command.

“you /think/ you don’t, but i’m starting to believe i know your body better than you do.” you grabbed the body oil from under the master bathroom sink, and headed back into the bedroom where leon was shifting awkwardly.

“okay, so,” you sat the bottle on the night stand, “go ahead and hop up on the bed, but don’t lay down yet. get on your knees, i’m gonna have you stretch real quick.”

he hummed out an affirmative and proceeded to kneel on the bed as you had instructed, you followed him also, settling behind him.

“alright…” your hands skimmed his broad, yet tense, shoulders, to get a feel for what you’d be dealing with. he sighed and hung his head at just being touched. you frowned slightly at this. you guided him through multiple upper body stretches to warm his body up before you’d be handling the muscles.

“feel alright so far?”

“yeah, this is fine.” he rolled out his shoulders a bit, already feeling a difference.

“great,” you flashed a smile. “go ahead and lay down, i’m gonna start working on your shoulders first and then making my way down.” you scooched off the bed to grab the oil, coming to a stand on the side leon laid at.

“this might feel a bit weird,” you poured the liquid in your hands. “but it’s just so it’ll make it easier for me to do this. ready?” he nodded and you got down to business.

leon shivered as the body oil made contact with his skin. “sorry if my hands are cold.” your eyebrows furrowed apologetically, thumbs circling out a knot in his shoulder blade.

“mm-mm, feels nice..” he groaned in delight as you worked out the muscles in his upper body, placing a small kiss on his pale skin before moving from the right shoulder to the left and massaging the knots out. you began working your way down, with some trouble however. you couldn’t leverage yourself right with how you were standing.

with some hesitation, you proceeded carefully, “hey, is it alright if i, uh.. straddle you? it’s just so i can get a better angle.”

“mm, do whatever you need to.” he slurred out. you didn’t realize that he was half asleep while you were doing all this. you smiled, swinging your leg to rest your knees on either side of him and gently placed your weight down, continuing your ministrations. you slowly work his muscles as you go down, placing chaste kisses once you’re finished with a certain section of his strong back. he’s letting out soft sighs and moans and it has you smiling. you’re happy that you can give this worn-out man some peace.

once you’re finished with the entirety of his back, you rub in the excess oil into his skin. slowly moving your hands back and forth along his back, making sure everything is fully moisturized. you hum contently, now finally finished.

you gently place your hands on his shoulders, signaling you’re done. “okay leon- oh.”

what do you know, he’s fallen asleep. he looks.. peaceful. his eyes are closed and you can see his pretty long lashes perfectly this way. his eyebrows are usually furrowed in concentration or stress, which you always comment he’s giving himself premature wrinkles, but they’re relaxed now. you can see his upper back falling up and down slowly from his breathing, his plump lips slightly agape.

you snicker to yourself and pat his back, climbing off the bed carefully and pulling the duvet onto him. once you’re finished tucking him in, you pet the strands of hair from his bangs out of his eyes and press a kiss to his temple.

“sleep well, kennedy.”

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mushroomyhouse · 1 year

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it’s true!!! an original print by @cursedluver on textured felt board!

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jokeringcutio · 8 months

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helloo, hope this return means things are looking up <3

reader on a blind date with arthur fleck imagine ? it could happen by gary speaking to arthur during work and they'd get onto the topic of women and gary would suggest arthur going out with a female friend (reader) of his who is currently looking for someone. the reader then gets a bit concerned for arthur (his weight, illness, how little money he has and age gap between the two) and starts to stick around him to make sure he's alright. could end with smut or fluff, whichever you prefer. sorry if this is asking for a lot, you could take your time or ignore it if you think its too much! no pressure

Nothing's too much! ♥ Here's a little imagine I just wrote for you. Enjoy:

(Story under cut)

Reader's Gary's friend and Arthur's Blind Date Imagine

Fandom: Joker (2019)

Reader x Arthur Fleck

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mention of age difference, medicine, health issues, worries, smut.

When Gary comes to him to tell him he knows this sweet girl, Arthur thinks his colleague is just teasing him. Why would anyone try and set him up with a date? No one had cared about him being lonely before, least of all his day-to-day colleagues. But Gary was different, it seemed. He was the only one at work who didn’t seem eager to joke about all of Arthur’s shortcomings. So when he told Arthur that he had a friend and that the two of you should definitely meet, he accepted.

The little café where you are to meet is small and cheap. But it has a pleasant décor and atmosphere. Arthur’s leg jitters nervously, and then you come inside. At first, he thinks you made a mistake, and he says so.

“Excuse me, miss, but this seat is taken.”

“I know,” you say, looking intently at the man you knew had to be your blind date. He looks cute, your type, you realize. Where had Gary been hiding this man all this time, you wondered? You try to sit down but Arthur stops you again.

“No, I mean, I am waiting for someone.”

“Mind it if I were to be that someone?”

Arthur is left dumbfounded for quite a few minutes, merely capable of blabbering apologizes as you sit down, and staring at you as if he can’t believe his eyes. “So you are my blind date?” he eventually asks. “Gary-?”

“Yes,” you confirm, taking away all his doubt and fears. “Gary is a good friend of mine.”

Arthur had been scared to hope that you could be there for him. Scared that he would be disappointed to find out that you were here to meet someone else, afraid of getting his hopes up. But the moment you say Gary is a good friend of yours, his fears quiet down and his shoulders sag as his body starts to relax.

His whole demeanor changes. He becomes more confident, all smiles. He talks like a proper man on a date, moves the coaster around the table as he speaks. His leg still jitters somewhat, but it is no longer due to fear. It is excitement.

His attention is fully upon you. His green eyes follow your face all the time. He takes you in, the way you smile, the little crinkles near your eyes, the small lines, the imperfections. It is all perfect to him.

Nightmares come true. Not dreams. So how can you be real then?

It’s near the end of the date when it is time to pay that you ask Arthur if he really had enough. He hardly drank and didn’t eat at all. You figure he is just being polite, but wonder if he enjoyed the time he had spent with you. Had he just been sticking around so as not to offend you? Would there be a second date? You worry, internally, until the bill comes and Arthur insists he shall pay for you.

You see the contents of his wallet. It is nearly empty.

With a gasp, you offer to pay for him, but he refuses no matter what you try, even gets offended for trying to take this away from him. So chivalry isn’t dead yet.

You tell him you admire him.

The date ends with the two of you walking down the promenade. Talking. Arthur smiles sweetly at you. He tells you not to worry about him, and the two of you set up another date.

You know he has been lying to you. That he doesn’t have the money he claims he has or a nice apartment of his own. Gary tells you all about him. A forty-year-something-old man still living with his deranged mom. Gary tells you about the medicines he saw Arthur take and of the card that describes his ailment. Of how he never eats during the job – too busy, he said. He always said that according to Gary. And Gary's worried about him. But also about you. Should you truly continue dating this man, he wonders?

Gary is worried, but you are even more so. Arthur is your dream man. It becomes quite clear to you rather quickly, and as such, you can’t let his situation go. You worry about him. You care about him.

During your second date, Arthur has fully emerged in a tale of his own devising when you suddenly interrupt him by placing a gentle hand on his wrist. He looks shaken, green eyes upon you questioningly.

All you do is whisper he doesn’t need to hide.

“Don’t pretend, sweetheart, I am here for you. The real you.”

A soft breath leaves his lips, stuttering, shaking.

Then he places his warm hand upon yours, hot palm lightly resting against your skin. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze. And then a smile tugs the corner of his lips. Just a tiny one, like a hidden gem.

He shows you his apartment after. You meet his mom and examine his empty fridge. Determination fills your being.

The next time you are invited to come over to his place, you take along some home-cooked meal which you share with Arthur and his mom. He is reluctant to eat, as he isn’t hungry, but under the scrutinizing eyes of his mom, he knows it is the only polite thing to do. And so he tastes it. That night. And the night after. And all the nights that follow when you visit him and bring another home-cooked meal. He can’t refuse them, so he won’t.

Now that you have gotten him to eat, you start helping him do some chores around his house. You help his mother dress, clean the rooms, get rid of some of the mess. You sort through his medicines and get rid of the ones that have passed their dates. You bring in flowers and different drinks for Arthur to taste. His life quickly becomes less bland.

He’s a different man at work. More confident. Less caring about what others think of him.

This lasts for several weeks until one of his colleagues remarks that you are too young for him. Then Arthur breaks down.

You meet Arthur at his house but find him a wreck. Things had been looking up lately, so to find him in a mood is a surprise to you. Even more so when you see how he is chain-smoking, and how he sent his mom to her chamber.

He then tries to send you away.

“They’re right. Why would you stick with an old man like me, anyway? I am no good, can’t do anything good. No money, not a stable mind. Did you come here only out of pity?”

When he says it, he looks up at you with watery green eyes and you can’t help it. Your hands are upon his cheeks within an instant, his lips pressed against yours. You taste the nicotine on his tongue and allow it to sweep through your mouth. He eats you, ravishes you, his lithe body presses firmly against you and you can feel how eager he is for you.

You take the initiative, show him the ropes. He is hot and hard and eager for it. Every taste is a reminder that it isn’t enough, and his lips hungrily seek out yours. You guide him inside but he sets the pace. You moan his name, but he paints you white and claims you as his.

In his arms you shudder with the last of your orgasm. Against his chest, you come down from your high.

And by his teasing nimble fingers, you are teased into another round until your body is clamping down on his cock, hard. He groans in your ear and bestows you with another round of his cum. His heavy sack empties for a second time after having been denied the release so often before. It is like heaven to him, and he can’t get enough.

And you let him. Because you enjoy it.

You love him.

Next time he appears at work and someone comments about you being too young or too pretty for him, he retreats into his mind and feels you there, around his shaft, pulsing. Too young, perhaps. Too pretty, definitely. But you’re willing and you want him.

No one will be able to take you away from him.

~ FIN ~

AN: Hope you enjoyed it. I'm ready to receive more prompts again as you can see.

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positivelypresent · 1 year

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Let yourself feel good!

#feelgood #good feelings #quotes #self love #positivelypresent #inspirational quotes #positivity #love yourself #inspiring words

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spidersmutt · 11 months

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" You're My Hero. "

𖥻 PAIRING - Miguel O'Hara x Fem! Reader. 𖥻 TAGS - Fluff, Wholesome, Y/N, Feel-Good, WAFF, SFW, Oneshot 𖥻 AUTHOR'S NOTE - There is no porn or NSFW in this fic. This is fluff. There are romantic scenes, however, and romance is present. Other than that, expect normal fluff content. Thank you, and enjoy!

Miguel strokes your hair, smiling. He kisses the top of your forehead tenderly as if he were afraid to harm you. He leans in close and whispers in your ear.

"Good morning, señora."

Your eyes slowly flutter open, as you feel his breath tickle your cheek. A smile creeps up your face, and he scoops you up in his arms, cradling you. You press your head into his chest, and he lets out a loving sigh. He shakes his head, chuckling to himself.

"I know you must be hungry..."

You whisper back to him, still pressing into his chest.

"A little..." - Y/N

He kisses you on the forehead once more, and carries you down to the kitchen, like a prince to a princess. You giggle as he sets you down, teasing you.

"Man...you really get a kick out of that, huh?"

You nod, smiling as you kiss him on the cheek. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in close before he remembers something...

"Ah, I have something I need to show you."

He rushes away and comes back with his hands behind his back. He smiles, and slowly pulls his hands to show you the gift, and your eyes widen at what it is. In his hands, there is a beautiful, black and gold Spidersuit. The suit is beautiful and has your name engraved on the back. You stare at it, tears slowly welling in your eyes, and he gently places it in your hand.

"Whenever you wear this, think of me, okay?"

He smiles and speaks in an even more loving tone.

"You're my hero. Never forget it."

You burst into tears from his words, and he holds you close, as all of your problems fade away. For a moment, it's just you and him, holding each other close...and a warm sensation fills your heart.

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thallyurdad0 · 1 year

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Larissa Weems

A shot, alpha x alpha, they fuck, cute in the end ig, girls with cocks, valentine's day yaaay

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[ i just need a good omegaverse fic with alpha x alpha (ofc reader and larissa), but i made this. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE ]

Alpha!Larissa x Alpha!Reader!

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Larissa was always expected to choose an omega mate, not just for her family but also for her future. heirs. So it comes as a shock to everyone, including Larissa, when she ends up choosing another alpha to be her mate. Almost every week, Larissa would have a few dates with omegas, but each and every one of them was rejected by her inner alpha. Until one day, Larissa finds her partner during one of these hearings, an anonymous escort for a foreign omega. With the scent of bergamot and sweet tangerines filling Larissa's nostrils, she knows her search is over. She gets up from her chair and walks towards the omega, completely skirting the omega and arriving right in front of the alpha behind her, who stares at her presence with mild surprise. The two stare at each other before Larissa cracks a smile, nodding her head as the other people around her sigh loudly. The only time the principal had to do this, was for her parents.

"May I know my mate's name?"

Larissa asks, waiting anxiously for the other woman's response.

“Y/NL/N, I'm Principal of *you choose* Academy.”

The woman says, returning Larissa's smile and shocking with the depth of your voice.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Weems.”

You nod with grace. Larissa had heard of your Academy before, a place where alphas, betas, and omegas were treated with equal respect, a stance Larissa wants to adopt in the Nevermore. Though his superiors are well aware of her dreams, they have tried to discourage her countless times, telling Larissa that others, especially alphas, would not tolerate this, not when it harmed them. Perhaps if she could have you by her side, it would be easier for your people to change. After all, an alpha mating another alpha is a rarity, even if they are destined to be mates.

"Nice to meet you too, Y/NL/N."

Larissa returns, feeling much more hopeful about the future now than she did a few minutes before meeting your lovely companion.

With long, shiny, tied silver hair and bright blue eyes, do you particularly think your companion is the most beautiful person in the world? everyone you've met in your life and you've seen many beautiful people, men and women of all secondary genders.

Larissa knows that the typical tradition for predestined alpha couples is that they pursue a platonic relationship while having omega spouses, but she wants to meet you, taking the time to see if there can be mutual love between you, fighting the traditions that required her to secure her bloodline with an omega mate. So Larissa does the unthinkable and risks…

"Miss Y/N, would you do me the honor to let me court you?"

Larissa asked, taking her favorite bracelet off and presenting it to you. Eyes wide with surprise, you hesitate for a moment, then let go. a shaky sigh.

"I will."

You say before reaching out to take the bracelet, only to have your hand held by Larissa.

“Let me put it on.”

Larissa looks into your mesmerizing eyes, lips curling into a dimpled smile as you nod. And that was the beginning of their relationship, filled with love and understanding between two alphas who decided to break with societal norms. Larissa and you got married, mated, and fought for secondary gender equality after the coronation. One would think that between two alphas, routines would be a nightmare to deal with, and then there was the issue of heirs… For the second edition, you and Larissa continue to work on duty. And as for the grooves, well…

“Rissa, stop! You're too tight!"

You scream, drooling as Larissa jumps on top of your cock slamming against her stomach, sweat pouring down her toned body, crushing sounds coming from where her ass is swallowing your cock.

"Oh GOD—!"

Larissa scoffs.

"You...your cock is fi- ah...well..."

She pants, her rhythm doesn't falter as her alpha stamina keeps it moving.

"I thought you loved fucking my ass, what happened to that, huh?"

You look visibly tense, veins bulging as you look down to where Larissa is leading you to the base of your knot in formation, its edge extending so much it looks more like an omega is standing on top of it. you. Except Larissa is definitely an alpha.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Larissa teases her behavior by making it seem like she's just talking instead of fucking you with her ass. Because that's what's happening. You're getting ass fucked by Larissa. During Larissa's routine, she prefers to go downstairs first, mainly so she can be less aggressive and take her time opening you up and having sex later. It works both ways, with you doing the same thing during your routine. You whimper, wanting nothing more than to turn Larissa and fuck her that way, but they're both well aware of an alpha's routine instincts. Larissa would settle for nothing less than being the dominant force in this situation.

“R-Rissa”

You whimper uselessly, cupping your own chest and playing with your nipples. Larissa pulls your hands away, her own hands taking their place as she pinches your nipples between her thumbs and forefingers before squeezing the thick muscles beneath them as she uses your chest for support as she rides you even harder.

“You know what to say if it's too much..”

Larissa reminds you, who shakes her head and presses her fingers into the sheets. L

"All goOD-"

You gasp, pushing yourself against Larissa, and get slapped in the chest for your troubles.

“Are you going to cum on me? Will you tie a knot and breed me, Honey?~"

Larissa teases, you moan loudly at the suggestion, unable to hold back any longer as you place your knot in Larissa, filling her with copious amounts of cum. Larissa moans, rubbing and swirling her hips onto your cock, then wraps her hands around her own cock and fucks them until her own knot bursts, cumming into his chest with a deep, guttural growl.

"Fuck yes, Y/N!"

Once the heat of the moment has subsided, Larissa leans in, as far as she can while being tied by a stick and kisses ur forehead. a contrast to their rough sex.

You take Larissa's hand, Larissa's favorite bracelet still hanging around her companion's wrist, and bring it to your mouth, giving it a soft kiss.

"I love you too, my love."

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this was rushed, sorry for any mistakes

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