#i closer the door n turned off the lights on my knees i was crawling about n had to drag myself up into bed cause i just was too tired to

[bitchdafuqyousay]

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#i feel like shit omg i was so sick the other day got a two day period of being fine n now im so awful #i’ve been out of bed for like 3-4hrs mx today n not all at once #most of it i’ve been asleep too idek what’s wrong like the other day it was throwing up general nausea n aches n whatnot #but today im in pain all over i can’t regulate my temperature for shit like im freezing in my room in bed under all my blankets but the #second i go anywhere else im dying of heat! like instant sweating dizziness n so hot i get pins n needles in my cheeks n extremities n my #breath gets short n it’s so fuckin hot i gotta retreat to my room after twenty min cause it’s fuckin painful but then im back up here n im #so cold n if im not lying down i get stupid dizzy n my balance is all off even just sitting down but standing is absolute ass like im like #too tall today? i feel too tall like standing up n my eye distance to the ground makes me feel lightheaded n i start pitching forwards like #the way you might when looking over a high balcony- the sort of vertigo that comes from height i’m getting from just feckin standing up in #my own goddamn body?? fuckin madness innit?? is this a blood pressure thing?? fucks going on i genuinely don’t know #n it all hurts n i’m in bed rn after having a shower n i felt better in the shower but i’m back out #told my dad sister n brother goodnight picked up my dog n went upstairs n like i had to put my baby down once i got to the room i couldn’t #make it with him to the bed he’s only 6lbs but my arms felt like they’d fall off n the tiny amount of body heat from him on my chest made me #get short of breath n feel way too overheated i’ve never had that happen before i’ve never had to put him on the floor n he walk over n hop #up himself n i had to take a seat i had to sit on the floor for a minute to collect myself #i closer the door n turned off the lights on my knees i was crawling about n had to drag myself up into bed cause i just was too tired to #get up n do it all normally genuinely wtf is happening

[crookedteethed]

MORESAL of praise | e.m.

Pairing: Up-and-coming Musician!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend Musician reader

Warning: 18+ Cursing, Smut (p in v), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Reader is intimidated by Eddie's size, Praise kink, Pet names, cockwarming, Eddie being a tool, barely proofread, reader and Eddie are both in their mid-twenties, From y/n perspective

Word count: 2.7k

Divider cred → @saradika-graphics

There's a squeak to my door that needs fixing, and a water leak somewhere that needs tending.

I asked my tenant to fix it, but he tells me: "This is what you get when you pay $300 a month."

The Luminary, home of musicians trying to live for cheap.

I sit my guitar case on the creaking floors, and kick off my ten-hut boots.

My apartment had been cold. A dull gray atmosphere manifested itself not only due to the cold weather outside but also the poor insulation through my apartment walls.

The door to my room was slightly cracked and I noticed between the lines of static silence were the faint sounds of acoustic strings.

I opened the door. In my room, there was one dim lamp light lit. It shined a yellow hue on my boyfriend, who sat on the edge of my bed. Eddie had been playing his black acoustic guitar--the one he wrote "This machine slays dragons" in white paint on, his notebook he often wrote in laid open next to him, a black ink pen between the margins of the notebook.

He doesn't look up at me when I tell him "Hi."

His concentration was on the nylon strings of his acoustic guitar as he mutters an "Oh, hey." back.

My boyfriend looked beautiful at the moment, inattentive, yet beautiful. The warm yellow tone reflected his pallor skin, strands of his thick curly hair tucked behind his ear, and a brown celluloid guitar pick between his teeth. Somewhat of a Vermeer painting.

I walk over to my dresser.

"Sorry, I'd broken in." Eddie says. "I needed to be somewhere quiet, my roommates wouldn't give me that." The roommates that had also doubled as Eddies bandmates.

"It's okay." I say, while shimming out of my black satin skirt. "I was going to ask if you wanted to come over tonight anyway."

My skirt falls to the floor, it pools around my ankles. Next to come off is my stockings, then my shirt, and lastly my bra.

I catch Eddies eyes lingering on my bareback as I fish for something I can sleep in. My hands pick a shirt that said "Margaritaville" and was four sizes too big.

When I turn back around to Eddie, he's back to strumming a random chord then he writes it down in his notebook.

In the small bathroom that connected to my bedroom, I don't look myself in the mirror when I take off my panties and throw them into the hamper.

Now getting into bed, I crawled over to where Eddie sat, sitting behind him on the weight of my knees.

Eddie had seemed to form some sort of a strumming pattern with his song, but he didn't seem to like the sound of it by the harsh glare he gave his guitar.

"It sounds pretty." I assure him.

He lets out a low mumble that sounds like a "Thank you."

"Thinking about playing it to the guys, play it at our audition at Beacon records, maybe?"

I hum as I slowly walked on my knees, my calloused hands gripping his bare shoulders. "Mmm-hmm," I say as he kept speaking, but I was too busy stroking his hair to fathom anything he was saying.

I lean in closer to his body, enveloping myself in his warmth.

My boyfriend: the thermal.

I bring my lips to his neck, and in one long hard suck, I kiss the flesh. His reaction is what catches me off guard.

"Babe." he turns to me, he stares at me with the same glare he gave his guitar. "I'm almost done." He continued. "Then we can do whatever you want."

The music continues.

My bottom lip start to poke out, and I probably would've started to cry if he was a bit more harsher.

I start to scoot to the head of the bed. "Take as long as you want. I'm going to bed." I tell him.

I get underneath my cold blankets, lay to my side and force myself to sleep (despite not being sleepy).

Suddenly, his strumming stops.

With one eye opened, I peak at him (out of curiosity). I squeeze both my eyes shut when I feel Eddie get up from the bed, his bones cracking in the mitts.

He leans his guitar on the wall, and places his closed notebook on the bedside table.

We accidentally make eye contact when he turns off the lamp light, I squeeze my eyes in a haste, but l feel the smirk on his lips illuminating in the darkness of my room.

Eddie then slips underneath the covers beside me, his clipped nails and rough hands graze the plush of my slender hips. I feel his smirked lips kiss the dip of my shoulder blade.

"I'm trying to sleep." I mumble.

"No you're not." He says, breathing on the nape of my neck.

I feel Eddie's muscular hands turn me over by the shoulders. When we're face to face I get a glimpse of his shadow covered face, alabaster skin darker then normal.

Eddie traces a finger over the line of my jaw and pulled my body tight to his chest. His body heat makes me feel less cold. Eddie brings a warmness to me that spreads from my temples, to my limps and it makes me melt like ice cream on a midsummer day's night.

"You're freezing." he states.

My lips part as his thump soothes the petal skin of my jawline.

"Lemme make you warm. Lemme make up for before, yeah?" He said in that voice I couldn't resist. It's a low, gravelly tone. A tone filled with assurance and leverage.

And though I wanted to roll over and play sleep, I simply couldn't. With sluggish eyes and a parted mouth (due to his thumb playing with my bottom lip) I found myself nodding to Eddie's words.

As Eddie crawls on top of me, I combed my fingers through his thick dark curls. Eddie's the one to close the gap between our mouths.

The kiss begins with the utmost tenderness. It was long enough that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmness of his skin, and tasted the last thing that lingered on his lips (the celluloid guitar pick).

But, with the hunger of a starving man, Eddie deepens the kiss. I responded to him with a low mewl between the gnawing and the suckling.

When I feel Eddie's hand snake to where our cores met, I stopped him.

He hovers over me with concerning eyes, and red-bitten lips.

"Did I do something wron--"

"I want to ride you." I breathlessly say, earning another smirk from him and glint in his eyes.

In a swift motion, Eddie and I switched places, with him now being on the bottom while I was on top. Eddie rests his back on the metallic bars of my headboard. In this position, the moonlight peaking from my curtains had shined on his face, leaving me in the shadows.

I start to adjust myself by bunching the hem of my shirt around my waist; Eddie adjusts himself by lifting his weight to pull down his boxers, and that's when I feel it.

I feel the warmth that radiates from his cock to my wet slit. His tip nearly meshing with my clit.

Eddie's cock had had a slight curved mushroom shape to it with a hefty girth to it as well, with three large straining veins running along the side of it.

His reddening tip spewed drops of clear pre-cum that leaked down from his dick and to my thighs.

I gawked at his cock, with slightly parted lips.

Oh, how I yearned for Eddie to be inside of me all day. During my yearning, Eddie was on top. It occurred to me then that I'd never ridden Eddie before. Eddie is always the one to do the penetrating.

My eyes met with his, a devious look in his deep, earthy brown eyes.

"Sorry." I mutter.

Eddie looks at me with a condescending grin as I lift myself up by my knees. I give a few tugs to his cock, before aligning his length to my entrance.

I feel the supple wetness of my cunt drip down my thighs and onto the puddle of Eddie's pre-cum that resides there, as I inch him closer to me.

It was either the intimidation or excitement in my lower belly that lead me to stop.

"Can you help me?" I mumble.

"What?" Eddie says, cuffing his hand behind his ear. Whatta prick.

"You heard me." I said.

"I believe I didn't sweetheart, you were mumbling."

He knew for a fact he heard me; we were so close to one another that I could listen to the fluids swishing around in his belly. But for the sake of it,

"Can you help me?" I repeat, this time loud and clear.

"Ohh, that's what I thought you said." He decides to play dumb, desperation pulls on my face. "Thought you wanted to ride me, huh?"

"I do, but I'm scared it won't fit." I say.

"It fit all those other times." He rebuttals.

"But all those other times weren't like this." I stare deep into his eyes and poke out my bottom lip. "Please, just help me."

"Oh, don't cry sweets, you know I was gonna help ya, y'know." He tells me. "But first, take off your top fr'me."

I comply, watching him watch me take off my "Margaritaville" shirt and discarding it onto the floor.

Now completely bare, I feel my nipples start to pebble at the cool breeze of my apartment.

Eddie's mouth latches onto my left breast like a moth to a flame. I feel his hand give my right breast a firm squeeze. As his lips and tongue revolved around my sensitive buds, the tips of his curls tickled my chest.

"Eds." I gasp, bringing his head closer to my chest as if I were trying to feed him.

In the next moment, he spilled a few drops of saliva on my other nipple and flicked the newly wet nub, and started to suck on the puffy skin.

"Eds, baby, you're doing so good." I moan. Eddie hums in acknowledgment, concentrating on my left nipple like it was his guitar and notebook.

"But please, Eddie, I need you inside of me; I'm dripping here." I whine.

Eddie slowly detaches himself from my right nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips from my nub. He looks down at the slickness that coats his and my thighs.

"Shit." he curses. He looks at me with those chocolate brown eyes of his, and a look of flattery on his face. "And I didn't even have to touch that little clit of yours to have you dripping like this."

"Eddie, please!"

"Alright, alright." He says. "By the way, y'know you're beautiful when you're all whiney and struggling on me."

Before I can rebuttal, I see Eddie gripping the thick base of his cock; as he brings his tip to my entrance, I bite on my bottom lip out of pure anticipation.

A faint sigh of relief died on our lips as Eddie melded inside me. I let out a shaky gasp at the sudden stretch. For a brief second, I sit on his cock, taking in his size, taking in his heat.

Involuntary, I clench around his girthy length as a response his cock throbs inside of me. I think if we knew morse code, our private parts could have a flirty conversation without each of us knowing; I giggle at this thought.

Eddie wraps his arms tightly around my waist "You got this mama." He pecks the skin of my collarbone.

With doe eyes I slowly nod my head, before slowly starting to grinding my hips onto his.

"That's it, baby, keep going." Eddie praises, looking up at me with such admiration. I start to quicken my pace, feeling my slick and clit coat his torso.

As Eddie's lips ravishes the dip of my neck, he breaths against my skin: "You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now."

"Then do it." I say. "Fuck me."

And with the quick placement of his large hands groping the plush fat of my waist, Eddie starts to slam my body up and down on his cock in a bouncing motion.

I mewl at his relentless thrust. Groaning every time I feel his ridged cock dragging inside of my gummy walls, I whimper when I feel him graze my sweet-spot, only for him to draw himself back and slam right back into me.

The only sounds to fill the air was skin on skin, hard smacks coming from each time our bodies thrashed.

"Fuckin' shit." Eddie groans. "Look at my girl, taking me so well." Butterflies swarm inside of my belly.

I look down to where Eddie and I connected once again, I see the lips of my cunt touch the base of his cock and then back up to his tip. Eddie fingertips graze the meat of my ass, he gives my cheeks a tight squeeze.

My cup runneth over.

My eyes begin to flutter close. "M'close." I murmured against Eddie's lips. I was tottering on the edge of my climax.

Eddie switches from mercilessly slamming me unto his cock to grinding, rubbing me against him. With the palms of his hands splayed across my ass cheeks, he rubs me closer to him in fast, greedy motions.

"Eds, M'close!" I whine.

"Finish f'me, sweets." He says, voice hoarse like he was on the edge of his climax too.

It was the hoarseness in Eddie's voice, the bead of sweat sloping down the side of his face, and then the delicious feeling of his cock finally bumping into my sweet spot.

A plethora of moans escapes my lips. My back arches at the shockwaves of pleasure that ebbs and flows throughout my body. There's a ripple of orgasmic delight all over. My cunt starts clenching and unclenching around Eddie's cock.

Accompanied with the sounds of our skin slapping is the wet slick coming from my spent cunt.

Lazily, I collapsed into Eddie's chest and bury my face in the croak of his neck, giving him quick little pecks on the hot flesh--my body twitching every now and then.

Eddie still fucks into me.

"Almost there, sweets." he elongates. "You're so good to me." He kisses my cheek. "Always taking me so well in that little cunt of yours, always letting me use you, even when you're on top."

You would think Eddie was talking me through my orgasm, but he was talking him through his, I think his own praised turned him on twice as much.

I start to feel Eddie's cock spasm inside of me. I'm too spent to do anything but pull him tighter to me.

He pushes himself all the way in and stills himself. I feel his cock swell up, and in those two seconds of stillness I can feel just how large Eddie really is.

With each spurt of cum, Eddie's cock pulsates. I feel the warmth and pressure of his cum coating my cervix. With each spurt, Eddie lets out low (gravelly) groans.

Eddie kisses my forehead.

I lay on his chest, listening to the fast paced pumping of his heartbeat. My eyelids start to fall and I start to feel that post-coital weariness.

I try to move myself off of Eddie, but my sore and stiff hips and limps makes it hard.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asks me as I try to move beside him.

"Eddie, I have to get off of you, we can't stay in this position all night." I say.

"Says who?"

And as I snuggled back into Eddie's lap, his semi-hard cock starting to soften inside my warm cunt, I told Eddie he was right.

Who said we couldn't stay enveloped in each other's warmth for the rest of the night? Two lovers wrapped around one another in a cold bed in the cold Luminary. With no money, dead-end jobs, a guitar in hand, and dreams not only of each other but dreams of making a difference someday.

Eddie didn't need to be famous to make a difference in people's lives when he'd already made a difference in mine, my beautiful boyfriend.

#stranger things #eddie munson smut #rockstar eddie munson #musician eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #Fem reader #stranger things fic #crookedteethed #Eddie munson smut #trends #trending #joseph quinn

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Demon Dean Hunting You (Part 1)

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

A/N: Wrote this 7 years ago and forgot about it. Whoops

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“Y/N, where are you sweetheart?” you heard Dean taunt from somewhere in the bunker. Of course you had to be alone, Sam and Cas just had to go out together to get some more blood. You were going to kill Sam if you ever saw him again, forgetting the last bag you’d needed to turn Dean all the way back...he should be praying you didn’t get a hold of him.

A door slamming shut nearby made you shudder. Dean was getting closer to your hiding spot and you knew beating him when he wasn’t some super strong version of himself was difficult enough. 

“I just want to talk to my, Y/N. I know you’ve missed me,” he said, voice only a hall away. You could risk running from the closet you were in, try to conceal yourself in some dark corner. It’d be pointless though, Dean was too good right now and he’d hear.

You titled your head up, holding in a groan as you heard Dean find your hall. Your eyes widened as you got an idea. You wasted no time, not caring about the noise you were making as Dean chuckled and you saw the light under the door be blocked out.

“Found you,” he sang, trying the handle at first but finding it locked. You nearly fell as you felt Dean ram his shoulder once and then twice into the door as it flung open. “Now where...” he trailed off as he didn’t see you in the small space.

“Up here,” you said, staring down from where you’d managed to pull yourself up into the air vent. It was gross and dark but for the first time since Dean escaped, you felt safe. He’d never fit, no matter what traces of demon he had left in him.

“Just when I thought we were done playing,” he said darkly. “Smart, I’ll give you that. But I’ll see you in a few minutes sweetheart,” you heard him say as he disappeared with a wink. You crawled further into the vents, toward the other side of the bunker, aiming for the garage when you started to feel warm, very warm.

“Did he...” you trailed off as you pushed on towards the garage, ignoring the heat. When you got there, you found the vent blocked, a heavy tool chest in front of it that you’d never move. And so it went, every vent you tried, Dean had put something in front of it or bolted right over it, all the while the heat got so bad the metal was beginning to hurt your hands. He’d turned the furnace to the max, the air barely breathable as you made your way back to the vent you came up in. 

You hid out of view as long as you could stand it, until your lungs burned for cool air and your skin was begging for any kind of relief. You debated staying there but knew Sam and Cas would be home soon. You could handle Demon Dean for fifteen minutes. You had to.

Ungracefully, you slipped out of the vent, falling back to the closet floor, knees smacking hard as you let out a whine, the cold floor a nice reprieve. Until you saw a pair of boots step into view.

“Hi, Y/N,” said Dean, a hand in the back of your shirt pulling you up. “You’re coming with me.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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[wraithlafitte]

crazy on you

pairing: soulless! sam x reader

CONTENT: smut RIGHT under the cut, porn what plot, dom/sub dynamic, s&m, unprotected p in v, usage of sir, bondage, marking, slapping/spanking, riding, dacryphilia, overstim, multiple organisms for both, light possessiveness, choking, pain kink? ig goes with s&m

word count: 2.9k

a/n: prompts used by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000 "Phrases/Actions that have my legs divorcing" @smaoineamhsalach "smutty dialogue prompts" @creativepromptsforwriting "smutty one-liners". all can be found in my master prompt list, linked in main masterlist. dividers by @cafekitsune

nothin' left to do at night / but go crazy on you

The door to the hotel room you were staying in slammed, making you fly bolt upright in bed. You relaxed when you saw that it was only Sam, the guy you had been hanging out with (and fucking) all week. His broad shoulders stretched beneath his worn flannel as he unloaded his pockets onto the side table, followed by a pistol from his waistband.

You didn't really know what it was that Sam did all day, sometimes night, or for a living. You had some inkling that it was violent, seeing as how he often came back bloodied (not always his own). But damn, gangster or not, he was good in bed, so you didn't ask questions.

Tonight he looked okay. The only flaws on his face were bruises from the week past, nothing fresh. His warm brown hair was messy, sure, and when he turned around, you saw that his t-shirt was dark with something that was probably blood, but if he had been fighting, the other guy lost.

"Hey," you called softly, voice thick with sleep. His head snapped towards you like he had forgotten you were there. "Welcome back. Kind of late."

Sam walked toward you slowly like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes glinted in the darkness. "It's only two."

Your heartbeat quickened, knowing what came next. This was the routine: Sam left for hours, came back beat up, then fucked you into tomorrow. You weren't sure when the man slept. You had resigned yourself to taking short naps while he was away.

"You're not how I left you," Sam observed.

Shit. He had told you to stay naked after your escapades last night and to be in bed when he came back. You had only fulfilled half of his requirements.

"I-I had to leave to get food," you offered lamely, knowing full well he had left you a credit card to get room service.

"Right," he said slowly, creeping closer. Butterflies fluttered through your stomach and down to your core.

"I'm sorry," you said, crawling backwards against the headboard. Sam tilted his head. "Sir," you added quickly.

The corners of Sam's mouth quirked up momentarily. "Strip."

"You first," you retorted, a rush of confidence emboldening you.

"Behave, I wouldn't want to punish you now." He looked at you warningly and finally touched down on the edge of the mattress.

You gulped and nodded, making quick work of your pajamas. You hadn't bothered to wear any underwear. "Make it even," you told him, shivering in the air-conditioned room.

Sam's head tilted in the other direction, almost like a dog. "Who do you think is in charge here?" he asked, voice dangerously calm.

You took a deep breath and shakily said, "I just wanna see you."

He chuckled, shaking his head, and peeled off his flannel, followed by the t-shirt that was damp with blood and sweat. "Better?" Sam asked, but the way he said it was almost mocking, like you were pathetic for asking.

His large hands gripped your knees where they were bunched up at your chest and spread your legs apart. He looked down at your pussy hungrily and ran a finger through your dampening folds. Your eyes closed at the sensation and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth. After a week of being pounded into the mattress for hours at a time, you were more sensitive than you'd ever been in your life.

You felt him grip your wrists and shove them above your head. You opened your eyes to see him grab a blue tie that had been on the nightstand for days and use it to secure your wrists to the headboard.

You whined and pulled against your restraints. Sam just laughed triumphantly and got up from his seat on the edge of the bed.

"Not fair," you complained as he took the opportunity to remove the rest of his clothes. He disappeared into the adjoining bathroom for a minute, you heard water running, and then he was back, sans blood. He approached the bed slowly, lustfully. The look in his eyes was animalistic, and you had been around him enough to know that it pretty much was. You closed your legs instinctively, drawing back into yourself.

Sam kneeled over you and spread your legs again, more roughly this time. "Do I have to tie your legs down too?"

"No sir," you squeaked.

He grabbed your face and hummed, turning it side to side, fingers digging into your skin. You shivered at his touch, somehow giving you so much and so little at the same time. His head swooped down and he began kissing you aggressively, tongue invading your mouth. The taste of him had become so familiar, you relaxed in his hold.

Then Sam released you with a pop and started biting at the skin on your neck and chest, following the marks he had mapped out days before, darkening them. You arched your back into him, straining at your bonds.

"Sam," you moaned shamelessly.

He took your nipple into his mouth, rolling it gently between his teeth. You gasped and pitched your hips up into him. His hand came down to your stomach, holding you down firmly.

Sam took his mouth off your breast and blew cold air over the spit he left behind. "Come on baby, if you want something, use your words."

You shivered intensely. "Just fuck me already," you whined.

He delivered a sharp slap to the outside of your thigh. You jumped. "Language."

"Sorry, sir," you breathed. "Please."

Sam smirked approvingly, moving up to sit against the headboard beside you. He lifted you up and turned you around so that you were straddling him, twisting your bonds so your arms were around his neck. He dragged his wet mouth up your sternum, breath hot against your skin.

You ground against his hard cock with lips pursed, staring him in the eye, daring him to do something about it. Sam didn't care much about making you use your words in that moment, and lined his cock up with your entrance.

You sunk down gladly, feeling yourself stretch around his length. He swallowed a groan, gritting his teeth and giving you that look again. He was restraining himself. For the time being, you were thankful, because you definitely needed to cum at least once before letting him loose on your body.

Sam's hands fell on your hips, urging you to lift up and start moving. You started bouncing on his cock, hips slamming together, his tip hitting the deepest part of your pussy and still not fitting all the way. Your thighs started to burn and shake and you put more of your weight on your arms, using your bonds to pull yourself up. But you couldn't keep it up and started slowing down, whimpering.

The pain seared up your legs into your dripping core. You could come just like this, you thought. Just clenching around him, staying still. Pain sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You closed your eyes and focused on the knot forming in your stomach, willing it to come undone.

But of course, Sam wouldn't let you. He slapped your ass, bringing you back down to earth. "Come on," he growled. You protested, opening your eyes. "You have to work for it."

"Help me," you whispered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you dragged yourself up and fell again.

"No," he said bluntly. He was smiling coldly, actually enjoying your suffering.

You let out something like a broken sob and began riding him again, slower than before as the muscles in your legs cried out for reprieve. Sam kept his hands on your hips, guiding you as minimally as possible, still making you do most of the work.

"Good," he growled. "Keep going."

He bit kisses into your jaw as you rode him, grinding your clit against his hips, head thrown back. Your breasts bounced as you heaved yourself up and down in a broken rhythm, feeling his cock drag through you unpredictably as your hips stuttered.

After minutes of slow building, the knot inside you suddenly snapped, and you were cumming around his cock before you knew what was happening. "Ah- fuck, fuck," you moaned. You couldn't find the strength to keep fucking yourself with him anymore and dropped.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned as you came fully seated on him, feeling the deepest parts of your walls gripping him like a vice.

You collapsed against his chest, exhausted, your arms suspended above you limply. You felt him tugging at your restraints and they came free, allowing your arms to drop to your sides. Then, he lifted you off his dick and let you fall to the mattress on your back.

Sam was back inside you almost instantly, allowing you little time to recover before he was pumping into you roughly. He propped up your legs, allowing them to fall open on either side of his hips as he fucked you into the mattress.

You could hardly catch your breath with the way he was on you, kissing and biting your lips and jaw. Another orgasm started building inside you, faster than you would've liked. Sam sure knew how to draw them out of you, thrusting at a pace that built the most friction and hit your g-spot with just the right amount of pressure to have you squirming beneath him in seconds. He had learned your body well over the past several days.

You came again with a cry, pleasure washing over you blindingly fast, but Sam showed no signs of stopping, instead doubling down. Tears streamed down your face as he pressed your wrists into the pillow by your head, a feral expression covering his face as he drilled into you.

"Yeah, keep fuckin' comin' for me baby," he growled. A whimper fell from your lips. He didn't even seem close. You had no idea how he had this kind of stamina, especially since you weren't sure if he slept.

Suddenly he released one of your wrists to reach down to the place you were connected, rubbing your clit vigorously. You moaned desperately, hand flying to his shoulder and clawing at his back. He threw his head back and moaned himself, pace faltering.

"Yeah? You like it when I do that, huh," he gritted out. Your nails dug into his shoulder, breaking skin as you came around his cock for the third time.

"Sam!" You practically screamed his name, restrained hand flexing into the air, desperate for something to grasp. Sam grunted and kept thrusting into you, fucking you through your high, and then you felt his warmth seep into you as he followed.

He pulled out and sat back on his knees, continuing to rub your clit as your hands grabbed the pillow behind your head in an effort to lighten the overwhelming sensation.

"Oh god Sam, fuck- stop, please, sir," you blabbered. You opened your eyes to see him stroking his cock to you in the same rhythm as he rubbed your clit; slow at first, but picking up speed in response to your moaning and writhing.

Sam smiled unfeelingly, showing no mercy. "Can't you handle it, baby?" he asked wickedly.

Your hips bucked of their own accord. "Yes, I can- fuck, I can handle it," you whined, eyes wide and shiny, staring desperately at him.

The look on his face alone was enough to send you careening over the edge again, thrashing in his grip as you chased more. More sensation, more of his touch, just more of him. You could feel your mascara melting down your face as involuntary tears flooded out.

You felt him spread your folds with two fingers, smearing your wetness around your pussy and thighs. You jolted as his fingers skated over your clit. "So fucking pretty," he growled. "If only you could see how your pretty pussy is leaking my cum. All pink and puffed up just for me."

Your breath came out in little moans as you struggled to think of a response. "Water," came your voice, barely recognizable to yourself. You tried to sit up and find the glass you'd set by the bed.

Sam grabbed you by the throat and threw you back down. "We're not done yet."

You whimpered, looking up at him to find that same cruel glimmer in his eyes. You felt another pang of arousal rush your body. The way he controlled you was toxic, you knew, but it also turned you on insanely to be thrown around and used like a limp rag doll.

Sam's smile was strangely devoid of emotion as he looked you over, his gaze ending on your face. He wiped your wet cheek with his palm. "Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll give you what you need."

His words were sweet but his expression was deadly. You suddenly found yourself wondering what would happen to you once Sam left. Would he just leave you behind, imprisoned by his memory?

Perhaps it would be your blood staining his shirt one day.

Better to seize the moment while it's still here. You laced your fingers up Sam's neck, grabbing him by the hair, and pulled him down roughly to meet your lips in a messy kiss. He growled into your mouth and gripped your waist tightly. His body weight crushed down on you as he slowly thrust his half-hard cock back inside you. You gasped, the walls of your pussy fluttering at the sensation.

Sam hissed, nose and lips pressed into your neck. His long hair brushed against your cheek. You hooked your legs around him, wanting him closer than was humanly possible.

"Come on, Sammy, fu-uuck," you breathed, nipping his ear.

He jolted up, eyes narrowing on you. His hand was instantly back on your throat, and your own flew up to meet it.

"Don't call me that," he said sharply. His hand tightened below your jawline. You grasped weakly at his fingers. You were becoming lightheaded, but his bruising grip was all you wanted.

Your lips tried to form the words I'm sorry, but no sound would come out. Sam started driving into you, holding you where he wanted you by your neck. With each thrust, the pressure on your neck increased, then decreased. Increased, decreased. You gasped in air on the upstrokes and let yourself become dizzy on the down strokes.

Fire blazed in your core, and you weren't sure if you were cumming again or if you just never stopped. Sam hit deep inside you every time, and soon the pleasure was constant and the pain was fading away. Or maybe it was the opposite. You couldn't tell anymore. You could hardly think anymore, Sam the only thing on your mind.

His hand wrapped around your neck. The weight of him on top of you. The feeling of his cock splitting you open for... was it the fifth time tonight?

"Sam," you rasped, eyes rolling back. The hand squeezing your neck loosened for a moment.

"What?" Sam almost looked angry. He always looked angry, seeming like he had some pent-up rage about something to get out.

"Hurt me," you begged. "Do whatever you want, don't stop- ah!"

Sam squeezed your neck once harshly and let go, hand flying to your thigh, scooping your leg up and pressing it forward, calf resting on his shoulder. He slapped your ass sharply, followed by a slap to your face. You cried out in surprise.

"Such a fucking slut," he grunted, pounding into you harder than you thought possible, his tip bruising your cervix, causing a pleasant ache to rise in you. You couldn't even hope to respond, breath coming out in short pants and gasps.

Pain lit your core on fire, mirroring the blaze in Sam's eyes. You came faintly, feeling exhaustion set in and becoming aware of the layer of sweat that covered your body, dripping onto the sheets.

Sam's skin shone with sweat too, but he glowed. You could only lie there and take it, imagining how worn you looked compared to the god of a man above you.

"Good fuckin' girrrll," he said, sounding strained. His brow knitted together, eyes closed, as his rhythm began to falter once more.

"Give- give it to me," you stuttered, struggling to catch your breath. "Fuck, sir- please!"

Sam's arms scooped underneath you, holding you tightly against his body as he buried his cock deep inside you. His voice cracked as he groaned deeply, pressing into you as far as he could as he released inside you again, shuddering.

It was still for a moment. Sam held you caged in between his big arms, breathing heavily, your hips closely attached. Then he raised his head from where it had dropped into the crook of your neck and fell on your lips, kissing you roughly, letting out the last of his energy for now. You kissed him back with fervor, one hand still tangled in his hair, the other embedded in his bicep.

Sam pulled out, releasing your mouth with one last wet suck, and rolled to your side, pulling you with him to hold you tightly. You traced your fingers dazedly up and down his torso, blinking heavily as exhaustion threatened to take over.

Strangely, Sam didn't seem tired. At least, he didn't seem like he was going to fall asleep, like most men would after going that many rounds. He stared at the ceiling, thinking about something you would never learn. But you had come to expect this from him. He would hold you selfishly until morning, and then he would be gone again, leaving you weak and horny and unsure if he would return in one piece.

You supposed if he didn't sleep, there wouldn't be much else to do at night. You were sure this wouldn't last, he would move on and find another girl to pass the time inflicted by his insomnia. When he left, you would remember how he had made you feel, picturing his face with every other partner, always hoping he would come back and rock your world just once more.

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[klausysworld]

Hey hope you’re days going well, I just wanted to make a request that I thought abt last night. I wanted to ask if you could do smt where the reader is sleeping in the next room and she woke up from a nightmare all freaked out so she sliped beside klaus and he was telling her that she was safe and that she is a good girl, just smt all sweet and safe but maybe if you can fit it in a little smut to calm reader down 😮‍💨

Let me protect you

I woke with a gasp as the rush of adrenaline shook me out of my nightmare. My heart raced and my skin felt burning hot as I sat up and pushed the covers off me. I took ragged breathes as tears fell down my face.

Hesitantly I got out of bed, my legs felt weak and shaky as I stood and I went straight for the light switch. I wiped my eyes and cheeks as I looked around to make sure I was alone and my dream was just a dream.

I crawled back into bed and sat down for a moment before pulling my knees to my chest and covering my mouth with my hands.

The nightmares had been here every night since the incident. Turns out life with the Mikaelsons isn’t that great. Id come with Hayley to New Orleans when she thought she’d found her pack and ended up getting close with Klaus, Rebekah and Elijah. Unfortunately that came with a target over my head and resulted in a kidnapping.

I had assured everyone that I was fine and I’d rather just move on from it and so everyone agreed to drop it. Everyone except Klaus. He had tried to talk to me about it a few times since but I brushed him off which ended up making him feel bad and distance himself from me.

I felt bad for pushing him away, it wasn’t his fault it happened and I knew he blamed himself but I didn’t want to tell him what had happened while I was taken, I wasn’t ready. But that didn’t stop the memories from haunting my mind.

And as much as I didn’t want to go make a fuss about it, at the same time I just needed someone to hold me or tell me it was okay.

Hayley was at the bayou for the night and so Klaus was the next person I would go to. Even though we weren’t talking as much recently, I knew if I went to him, he would never turn me away.

So I went to his door and knocked lightly but he didn’t answer. I felt like a nervous child going to their mothers room to wake them up.

Which much reluctance, I opened his door and looked inside. The duvet only went up to his waist exposing his bare upper body. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he breathed slowly.

I quietly shut the door behind me and made my way to his bed. I faltered in my step when the floor creaked and I thought I’d woken him but he didn’t move so I lifted the covers and got in beside him.

I silently tried to lay down without rustling the covers. I turned to lay on my side and face the opposite direction to him as I put my head on one of his pillows.

My legs curled up so I lay in the fetal position. I let out a sigh as I stared at the painting that hung on the wall in-front of me.

It felt like I laid there for hours before Klaus’s body rolled over and his arm went around me. I stiffened at the feeling and slowly turned my head to see if he was awake but he was still out.

I managed to turn in his hold as he pulled me closer. I could feel my face getting hotter as I was held against his chest. Hesitantly, I nuzzled a little closer and allowed myself to take comfort in his touch.

Several moments later I heard him mumble something before his hand pet my hair lightly and he shifted to sit up slightly.

“Y/n?” He rasped sleepily as he cupped my face to have me look up at him. I could just about make out his face in the darkness and nodded. “Love? How long have you been in here?” He asked with a yawn. He pushed himself up against the headboard and kept me tucked to his side

“I don’t know…not too long” I whispered and he furrowed his brows a little. “I had a bad dream is all and well I knocked but you were asleep…but I can go back to my room”

I went to get up but he pulled me straight back to him and tightened his arm around me so I couldn’t leave. “Nonsense sweetheart” he mumbled “stay��� he whispered and I wasn’t in much of position to argue, physically or emotionally. I nodded and lay relax against him again as his hands held me close. “What was your dream about?” He asked softly and I frowned with a shrug

“Don’t remember” I whispered and he hummed. He moved about a bit before pulling me onto his lap and kissed the side of my head.

“You can sleep here for the night” he murmured softly as his hand rubbed up and down my arm gently. I pressed my cheek to her chest, my eyes fluttering at the warmth that radiated off his skin.

“Thank you” I uttered as his hold on me tightened.

We laid there for a small while, I must’ve fallen asleep for a moment because before I knew it I was back in that room and screaming for someone to come save me. It wasn’t long until Klaus was there, right in that room and trying to tell me to calm down. It didn’t make sense that he was there, he didn’t turn up the last time. I didn’t realise it was a dream until I woke up with Klaus’s hands pinning me to the bed as I kicked at him aggressively and tears covered my face.

I froze when I realised it was Klaus who I was fighting and turned my head to look around in confusion.

His grip on me loosened and his thumb swiped the tears away from under my eyes. I went to push myself up but he presses a hand to my chest to keep me down. “It’s okay love” he whispered, “you’re okay now”.

I sniffed a bit and rubbed my eye “I’m sorry” I told him quietly

“Don’t be sorry sweetheart, it’s my fault they took you” he argued

“I don’t blame you” I whispered. The back of his fingers grazed my cheek and his lips pressed to my forehead.

“Then you’re a fool” he muttered and I smiled a little. He laid back down beside me and pulled me back to his chest “I should have saved you” he confessed. I’m all honesty it was him that I had been yelling for to save me, I was obviously still more than happy that Hayley and Elijah had come and got me but I had wanted him. That might not have been fair to him, he was probably really busy fighting for his own life but at the time I had been upset. Obviously I realised now how ridiculous it was to be mad at him for something so silly but I couldn’t find it in me to argue with him that he should’ve been the one.

I swiped my palm over my cheek and moved my arm over his chest. His arms slipped around me and pulled me on top of him completely. “You were so strong that night” he whispered “I’m so proud of you…and I know you’ve wanted to keep being strong by keeping it all to yourself but I don’t want you to pretend. I want to protect you now…just let me take care of you” he murmured and I nodded reluctantly. I relaxed against him and sighed softly.

I should’ve let him help me earlier.

But I suppose late is better than never so now was just as good a time as any.

I let my eyes close as his fingers played into my hair. My heart fluttered when his lips brushed over the shell of my ear and he whispered the words “good girl” to me before kissing my temple.

I nuzzled up into the crook of his neck as he began to rub along my back leisurely. Warmth left me as the duvet was pulled down to my hips but I didn’t complain, it was too hot anyways. My body stiffened momentary as his hands slid up under my top against my bare skin to my upper back. He hugged me closer than possible, my chest was squished to his and I felt his legs shift so they were tangled with mine. I let out a breath once his touch slid back down to the bottom of my back, his hands choosing to squeeze my hips lightly.

I felt his lips press to the top of my head as the pads of his fingers wondered the length of my body. “I’ll take care of you” he whispered quietly. I kept almost silent and still, my body reacting on its own as he continued to draw swirls and patterns up and down my skin.

With each breath I took, the more of him I seemed to feed on. His scent and warmth and touch and softly spoken praises. My stomach fluttered when his fingertips moved down past my back to my arse. I was only in panties and a t-shirt while he was only in his boxers so there wasn’t much between us as he began to feel the waistband of my underwear.

He kissed along my hair and then my forehead, I pushed myself up on my forearms so his kisses could continue down my face. His lips touched everywhere but my own, instead our foreheads rest together and his nose brush mine as my heart rate increased and his hands moved under my panties to squeeze at my arse gently. We both let out a hot breath as he did so and I could sense the smirk tugging at his lips as he repeated the action.

“Such a good girl” he murmured, his mouth just brushing mine teasingly with each word. I could feel a certain heat begin to pool inside me, my body began to grow needier as his hands borderline massaged my arse until I let out a soft moan and moved my hips to brush myself against one of his thighs.

He hummed before allowing our lips to touch, just lightly to begin with before they were moving together in perfect sink. He pulled me further up his body, pulling my legs over him to straddle his hips to give me a little more control as I kissed him back. His tongue brushed my lower lip to part it from the top one to deepen the moment. I make a noise of surprise when a ‘snap’ sounded through the room and I felt my panties slid away from my body.

I pulled back and he let me to see the item in his hand that wasn’t cupping my arse. He lifted them to see the glistening wet patch that had spread across the material making my face flush red and my skin to burn hot.

Neither of us spoke a word before he brought them to his mouth slowly and let his tongue taste the warmth. I could feel my body tingle at the action and my eyes widened slightly as his eyes rolled back into his head and closed. I swallowed down the saliva that was flooding my mouth as he put the panties on his bedside table and cupped the back of my head to pull me back down and let our lips press together again. I went to pull away as his tongue met mine but he kept me there, having me taste myself on him as his other hand began to encourage my body to rub against his.

His mouth left mine, only to travel along my jaw and down my neck as he shifted me to sit directly on his clothed dick, I could feel my body getting wetter, hotter and more nervous as I ground against him and his hands gave gentle pats to my arse to keep me going.

“Let me love you” he whispered and my heart squeezed in my chest. We had both known that the other cared for each other deeply but neither of us never said a word about it out loud, until now. “Tonight, tomorrow, and every day after that” he murmured into my ear before kissing just below it and lifting me up by my thighs so I couldn’t grind against him anymore.

He looked to my eyes, a soft yet seriousness to his gaze making me nod “every day, forever” I confirmed and he nodded.

“Good girl” he whispered and before I could blink he was completely nude and I was placed on-top his cock, my pussy pulsing as he moved his hips to slide himself against my folds. My breathing got laboured as his tip knocked against and around my clit. His hands kept a good grip on my waist to control both our movements. I glanced to his face but his eyes were trained on where our bodies met as his teeth bit down on his own tongue and his tip slipped inside me.

My breathing grew shallower as he pushed me down via his hold on my waist until he was halfway in. I let out a whimper as my body adjusted to fit him and he groaned softly. “Tight” he mumbled to himself before his eyes found mine and he smiled lazily before kissing my lips gently before pushed me further down until he had bottomed out completely.

My brows scrunch together in pain as I stretched around him while his head dropped back against his pillow with a loud groan. His arms moved around my waist and he pulled me tight against him, our bodies pressing together. My upper body was still clad in a slightly too big shirt as he lay completely bare beneath me.

I laid my cheek against his upper chest and let my eyes shut, my hands smoothed up his arms to his shoulders. I could feel his touch slide back up my back until his fingers were in my hair and an arm was round my waist. A soft moan left my mouth as hips began to rock gently. His breathing shallowed as he continued to move within me slowly. His hand gripped my hair as I rubbed my fingertips against his shoulders.

“You feel so soft” he whispered making my cheeks heat up. I could feel myself squeezing his cock as he moved a little bit faster. “So warm” he mumbled before releasing a puff of air. His lips pressed to my head and down to my ear, “so wet” he breathed down my spine. Another soft moan left my lips in response and I began to help slide myself along his length to match his movements.

My breathing quickened, my knees digging into his sides as he sped up our pace. His hand form my hair moved to cup my jaw, lifting my face closer to connect our lips. He hummed against me sending a buzz through my body as he sped up again.

The kisses were soft and loving, both of us keeping as quiet as we could despite a few moans, groans or whimpers between heavy breaths. Mostly so we wouldn’t wake the whole house and also because we were both still tired and our bodies were ready to sleep.

That was until the intense pleasure became much more apparent as his tip rubbed over a sensitive spot inside me. A needier moan bubbled through me at the sensation and I pushed our lips together a little harder.

His arms wrapped around my waist before we were rolled over so he was on top. His hips moved to mine considerably faster as his mouth seemed hungrier.

A hand moved from my waist and brushed over my thigh encourages me to open them a little wider. I let out as gasp and my hands pushed at his shoulders gently to pull my lips away from his as I felt his thumb press to my clit. “Klaus” I whined as my walls clamped around him and he groaned.

His other hand tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as his breathing turned to panting as his hips stuttered every so many thrusts.

I whispered softly as his thumb rubbed against me and his cock began to release hot spurts inside me. My thighs opened as wide as I could manage as he pushed me over the edge, his hand covered my mouth as I came and his movements slowed. His eyes fluttering as he pulled himself out of me and dropped to lay beside me. His hand left my face and I was pulled right back against him for his lips to press to mine again.

My breathing calmed and I kissed back gently before he pulled back away and his hands smoothed over my hair. Both our faces formed smiles as he kept me to his side. “I’ll bring you to the bathroom and we can clean you up, then we can try getting you to sleep again, okay my love?” He whispered while pulling me onto his lap and moving us to the end of the bed. His arms moved, one under my legs and one round my midsection as he lifted me and walked us to the bathroom.

He sat me on the toilet seat and told me to wait. He disappeared for just a second before returning in clean boxers with one another pair in his hands and one of his tops. He pulled the one I was wearing off, and his gaze landed on my chest for a short while before he cleared his throat and pulled the top over my head, I slid my arms through and basked in his scent. My lips kept pulling up as he got down onto his knees with a warm cloth to wipe me clean. Very few words needed to be spoken as he did so, both of us just feeling comfortable enough to continue in the quiet.

A yawn forced its way out of me while he pulled a pair of his boxers up my legs to my hips. Before I knew it, I was back in his hold and brought back to his bed. He dropped me down making me breath a soft laugh before he was on-top of me and pulling the duvet over us both. My mouth opened to speak but his lips stopped any words from leaving. From there he planted kisses right the way round my face before snuggling closer and pulling my face to his neck.

“You should try sleep now my lovely…I promise I won’t let any bad dreams or memories get you” he promises and I nod with a small smile

“I don’t think I could have any bad thoughts after that” I whispered and he hummed

“I should hope not” he murmured with a growing smile “but just incase, I’ll be here every night”

“Oh? Every night? Do I get a relaxation session each night as well?” I giggled and he chuckled

“I will show you my love every night, every morning, every afternoon and every moment in between that I can have my hands on you” he whispered and I kissed him briefly.

“I’ll stick around then” I mumbled and he squeezed me tight

“I’ll be waiting”

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[hidtired]

Hangman [Part 3]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Y/N Dixon was to be punished for her husbands actions at the line up. Negan decided to do it in style. Daryl watches you hang before being dragged away. But how is he coping when you open the door to his cell as his savior.

2.3k words

Warnings (Mentions of suicide, gore, ANGST, violence, injury, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Daryl POV

The rattle of a door knob brought him out of thought. When the door didn’t open he thought he imagined it. Maybe he was losing more of a grip on reality. The sleep deprivation wasn’t helping, or the grief. He still heard noises that he imagined. Like the yelp you made when you dropped to the ground and the noose tugged at you. He sat back resting facing the door. The pulsating pain in is eye from being punched. He went to rub at it when a small knock tapped against the door.

He released a sigh, ‘I am losing it.’ Then the rattling of the lock made him tense. He didn’t think he was in there for more than a hour after Negan left to take Carl back to Alexandria? The clicking of pins suggesting it wasn’t from a key. The soft click of the lock releasing made a shiver run up his spine. He cautiously stare at the door creeping open. The light hit his eyes disrupting his view to who it was. The person didn’t speak when they fell to their knees in shock. He got the glimpse of a knife being put to the floor. When they slowly crawled over and gently cupped his face he couldn’t help but stare up and see your face.

He at that moment declared himself crazy. The guilt building in him again, “It’s all my fault… god I love you.” He rose his hand to your face, not wanting this to go away, he didn’t make contact with you just to see you disappear. Then you leaned into his hand. His mouth opened and his heart dropped. He got closer leaning toward you for confirmation he wasn’t crazy. You hadn’t said a word. He looked down to your neck hand slowly tracing down to it. The moment you flinched was like proof of your existence. He released a breath that had caught in his lungs at the original sight of you.

“Y/N?”

His eyes roaming across your face again. You lean down and pecked his lips. He felt like a burst of life just ran back into him. That quick kiss sending him back to life. You started to tug at his arms trying to get him to stand. He took the hint standing. You had made a quick look out the door but he had wrapped his arms around you. The feeling of you relaxing and thumping your head into his chest damn near broke his fragile mental state. The moment was quick with you pulling away and getting something from your pocket and showing it to him. It was the key to his bike. That's when another realization hit him.

‘You came to get him out of here?’

He grabbed the key from your hand staring at it. You were getting him out of here. A switch flipped in him after the shock of seeing you. It was a later thing to talk, they needed out of here first. He grabbed your hand and nodding to you. You smile at him while he walks past to check the hall. Looking back and forth seeing it clear he looked back at you and off you both went to freedom. The door he remembered where his bike was cracked open. Must have been where you got in. He smiled at the thought, ‘Smart girl.’

Pushing the door open crouched he scan the area. Seemed empty? He pulled you along with him to the bike. Letting go of your hand and trying to open the gate as quickly as he could.

“What the hell!”

The surprised voice made him turn. Fat Joey is what they called him. He had his eyes on you looking mortified, then landed on him. A burning feeling set under his skin as he stomped in raged at him. “Woah! L-look man I didn’t see anything!” His eyes scanned from him to you. The first punch Daryl landed sent his sandwich flying to the ground. Through his rage while he beat the man he remembered you were behind him. He stopped fist mid air and turned back to see you staring. Straight faced eyes looking down at the man then back to him. Fat Joey groaned, but Daryl’s eyes were still locked with you. You dragged a finger slowly across your purple and black neck, ‘kill him.’ He did just that. His jumpsuit now splattered with some of Joeys blood as he took the key and approached the bike.

The rumble of it under him then your presence behind him felt like a dream. You had looped your arms under his and he took off getting them out of there. His hands shook with nerves and adrenaline. He was becoming overwhelmed. The taps to his middle from you made him look in his side mirror. They had been driving for almost 40 minutes a ways away from the saviors. You gestured to pull over so he did. He felt on the verge of a panic attack.

The sound of his skin releasing from his tight hold to the handle bars seemed loud to him. His ears rang when your hand went to his shoulder and you leaned over face filling his vision. He doesn’t even feel you get up. Was this real? You rubbed up and down his arm. ‘Ya, this is real.’ His knees shake as he stood getting off the bike. He looks up at you after having his gaze glued to the floor. The guilt was seeping back through. Tears were in your eyes when he met them. A wobble to your lips, something he knew was you trying to not cry.

“I’m so sorry-“

You jumped wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His arms moving to catch you. His hand digging into your hair, a slight sway as in their embrace. He broke down, tears running down and a small hiccup coming out of him. Despite everything he thought he deserved you were still loving him. The unconditional love you gave broke his heart, “I almost killed you- I thought I killed you.” His cry’s grew deeper. You pulled away looking at him at his words. You shook your head. You jabbed a finger in his chest and tapped there. You shook your expressing a hard no. You pointed back down the road with a serious face.

He gulped at your conviction on the matter. He looked at you like you were the world and you caught the broken expression from him. Giving a smile and kiss for emphasis. He inhaled and exhaled, the fighter flight feeling he has had the whole time gone within your touch. His eyes moving back to your neck, “Are ya alright?” You hesitated before nodding. He met your eyes, “You can’t talk?” Bitting your lip you looked away from him shaking your head.

Daryl released you from his hold. Your feet landing on the ground but you continued to look at him. Up and down, probably taking notice of the clothes he wore. He felt ashamed at the thought of the stupid ‘A’ shirt he had on. You pulled off the large hoodie you had stolen from Jesus. You grabbed the end of his shirt and lightly tugged at it. His teeth clenched he reluctantly took it off. He watched your face turn into a frown. He still had a bandage on his shoulder where he was shot, also a few more bruises and scraps. He slowly took the hoodie from you and slipped it on. You both stood looking at each other. Your eyes saying you had a million of things to say. He broke the silence.

“M’ body is burning with the shame of not belonging…”

Your POV

You closed your eyes and inhaled. This isn’t the first time he has been this far stuck in his mind with guilt. He had it with anything that has ever gone wrong. Like he could somehow tell the future and it was his job to prevent every bad thing. Any death, any injury. Blaming himself for Beth, the prison falling, and now this. You open your eyes and look to his face. Slowly shaking your head as you walk away, going to sit back down on the bike. He still stood staring at you so you tap the spot in front of you. He moved shoving the corner of his thumb into his mouth. A nervous habit that you think he got as a kid.

You saw the small tremor left in his hands. Leaning into him and resting your head between his shoulders, arms pulling around him. Your fingers softly scratching at his mid section as you continued your ride to Hilltop. Hoping to provide him with as much comfort without words.

The sun was setting when reaching the gates of Hilltop. The door pulled open revealing Glenn, Maggie, and Enid. Daryl parked as soon as he got through the gate. Glenn was the one to jog over first, “You actually got him!” Glenn pulling Daryl in a quick hug. Maggie made her way not a second later, she look a little mad, “You idiot how could you just run off like that! Without even saying something before going!” It was apparent in your recover at Hilltop that not only you were traumatized. Someone would often check on you confirming to themself you were ok.

Maggie especially did it at night. Everyone had grown an attachment to you after that day, constant dread you would just drop dead. It was Glenn who spoke on your behalf, “She did leave a note.” You nodded and pointed at Glenn with agreement. Then pointing the attention at Daryl with a ‘look see I did what I said’ look. Maggie while finished yelling at you turning to hug Daryl, “Thank god you both are ok.” Daryl was still to wired into the things he had experienced to be any other way then awkward. You festered for everyone to go for a minute waving them off and dragging Daryl to the medical trailer. It was Glenn who remarked while you walked away, “She can’t even talk but still bossing us around.”

Dr. Carter seemed surprised to see you but you just pointed at Daryl. When he was done treating Daryl he move back over to you. You had originally tried to wave him off but Daryl spoke with a calm voice, “Please? So I know you are ok.” How could you say no to that? There was this terrible cream that smelt like a hospital he would put on a bandage and around your neck. He knew you hated it not liking things around your neck. “I’m also wanting you to crush and dissolve some vitamins into your food. A soup should do but remember it can’t be hot." Your lips were pursed in displeasure. A hand slide rubbing your back. Looking up you met Daryl’s eyes.

You both walk out the door not before finally getting a pen and paper back. “Do you want to shower and get a change of clothes?” Daryl looked like he wanted to jump out of his own skin. The clothes not looking to comfortable and the grime on his skin. He nodded looking at the paper, “Ya I’ll do that.” He looked at you and the house but he couldn’t seem to walk away from you. You wrote again, “I can sit outside the door?” He shook his head, “Nah I got it, go try and eat beautiful.” You smile at the familiar nickname. He said it first teasingly after watching Glenn and Maggie being cheesy, however now he couldn’t seem to stop. You pointed to a trailer slowly walking backwards to it.

You and Daryl now lay facing each other in bed. You grabbed his hand tracing ‘I <3 U’. His hand closing around yours. “I love you too, there is no me in your absence.” He pushed a hair behind your ear, “least not one I liked.” You moved his hand to your chest, proof you heart still beat. The cling of metal of your rings hitting each other. You smile and wrote down, “Guess I can’t go anywhere then.”

You upheld this promise throughout the entirety of the war. Not even a half a day later came when Rick came to Hilltop looking for aid. He was happy to see you. Carl and Michonne gushing over you. Then when Daryl rounded the corner you could see everyone relieved again. You wrote,

“All happy to see a Dixon.”

You didn’t have much of a roll in the war. The only major thing was when the trash people betrayed them. It was the first time Negan saw you again. His eyes were on Daryl before turning to you. “Well shit you’re supposed to be dead. Guess your witch trail proved your one.” He looked back to Daryl before saying, “What should we do next? Drown her in the river?”

He was locked away now though. Rotting in a jail cell. You had disagreed heavily with Rick’s decision keeping him alive. He gave you nightmares. But after a while Rick suggested you seeing how what he was going through was worse than death. You had gained back the ability to eat. You still were working on talking. Now there you are standing in front of Negan. Pen and paper in hand. He expected you to kill him, even pleaded with you to do so. Rick had been right. You wrote something on the paper and stared back to Negan.

Negan tried taunting as always, “What? Cat got your tongue?” He was smug but you pulled his attention to the sheet of paper. You crumpled it in your hands. You threw the balled up paper through the bars of his cell. Staring at it before walking out the door. Negan scoffed going to unravel your message.

“Welcome to Hell.”

The End.

Feedback welcomed and requests always opened!

#daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl imagines #daryl x female reader #daryl x reader #norman reedus #twd daryl #angst #fluff

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ on n’ on, my girlfriend callin’ my phone. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH; i have mean!luke x fem!reader thoughts.

tags/warnings; drake mention(scary), luke holding reader like that one scene in catch me if you can, luke has rings, toxic!luke, shotgunning/alcohol usage, weed/drug usage/luke insists he blows smoke into ur mouth, softie!luke at the end, suggestive content ahead‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i know i was just preaching about loser!luke but PLEASEEEEE LET ME FUCKING COOK HERE also LOOK AWAY IF YOU KNOW ME PLEASEEE😭😭

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—mean!Luke who blows smoke into your mouth!!!

“c’mon, baby. it won’t be too much f’you.”

luke went on, the burning joint between his fingers. the smell was too much, even with the cars windows rolled down. sitting in an empty parking lot, trust issues by drake blasting at 2AM wasn’t the ideal situation for you.

you shook your head, turning your head away from him. a hum of disapproval left your throat, earning a raspy chuckle from him.

“i told you, ‘m alright.”

“please? it won’t hurt ya.”

you huffed, adjusting your position, leaning farther away from him. until you felt his hands firmly grip your chin, forcibly turning your head toward him.

“i’ll do all the work—all you’d need to do is breath in, princess.”

luke’s pupils were dilated and the white in his eyes now a light red. he had a loopy grin on his face, his eyes seemingly scanning every inch of you. he moved his knee further up, going between your legs.

you, being a flustered mess, slowly opened your mouth slightly. luke laughed at you, quite rude in your opinion. he took a drag from the blunt, holding the smoke in his lung for a moment.

luke’s grip on your chin didn’t falter once.

“remember, breath in.”

he mumbled, pulling your face closer. luke exhaled as you inhaled, the smoke causing your eyes to water. you mimicked his routine when he had finished inhaling, holding it in for a moment before coughing.

luke snickered as he rubbed your back.

“aw, ‘m sorry. you poor, poor thing. hm? it’s alright. stop bein’ a baby.”

—mean!luke who taught you how to shotgun.

“jus’ like that.”

he muttered, watching over your shoulder with his arms crossed. luke had handed you a can of beer and his ring and told you to shotgun with a grin.

“stab it. right..”

he dragged out before pointing to the bottom of the can, grabbing your wrist to tilt it a certain way.

“there.”

with your lips tightened and a sigh, you pierced through the can with his silver ring. without a second thought, you started downing the beer, trying to ignore the liquid running down your arm.

luke laughed as you tossed the now empty can aside, brushing your hair back. he rubbed your shoulder as you coughed, a scowl on your face. you shook off the beer that still ran down your arm with a groan.

luke finally spoke up, still laughing slightly. his voice was raspy and dragged out, slurring his words.

“look at you. such a big girl now, huh?”

“oh, shut up.”

“make me.”

—mean!luke who makes you beg, despite your pride.

“what was that? i can’t hear you.”

“stop bein’ so mean, luke!”

“i ain’t bein’ mean. you’re jus’ being a baby.”

luke said with a chuckle in his voice, leaning closer toward you. his lips were mere centimetres away from yours as a thumb rubbed your inner thigh, his knee keeping your legs apart.

your lips quivered as you felt his hand go further up your leg, more out of embarrassment than anything.

“luke, please.”

“please, what?”

his smirk was met with silence. he cupped your cheek, pulling you closer toward him as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“go on. call me mean as much as you’d like, doesn’t change what you want. does it?”

“you’re so mean.”

“oh, i know.”

—mean!luke who secretly comforts and praises you behind closed doors.

“i know, i know. ‘m sorry.”

you sniffled as you crawled onto his lap. rain trickled on your cabins windows, thunder quietly striking in the distance. luke shushed you once more, dragging it out longer than the last.

“it’s alright, baby. you’re a strong girl.”

he mumbled into your shoulder as you curled up into a ball, hiding your face in his neck. luke gently held your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin. luke pressed light kisses across your shoulder and neck, mumbling small shushes between them.

moments like these with luke were rarer than you’d like to admit; but they lasted long. they were drawn out. you’ve always suspected it was for more of your own pleasure than for luke’s.

“i’ll make sure of it.”

“you promise?”

“i promise.”

you held up a pinky, your head moved slightly just enough to see him take his hand off your hip to link your pinkies together. luke kissed the back of your hand before going back to holding your waist. the rain becoming the only sound to fill the room as your sniffles stopped.

#— luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan blurb #luke castellan drabble #luke castellan smut #also artemis ignore this #this isn’t who i am #it’s my alterego who wrote this #am i technically edging you guys with not putting smut in #yeah #LMFAOOOOOO

[kiibichio]

PLAY DATE ✩ M. STURNIOLO

OVERVIEW ;; you and matt are friends w/ benefits, so he hits you up .. you walk to his house and have a “play date” !!

CONTAINS ;; matt x fem reader, sub&dom ! matt, fwb ! matt, pet names, oral (m ! receiving), use of y/n, unprotected sex, angst (?) near the end !! (that’s it i think??)

kiki speaks ;; okay so this was based on THIS tik tok because omg he’s soooo. but anyways… ENJOYY (also this is my first smut EVER so please excuse me if it’s kinda sucky) PART TWO OUT NOW!!

date published ;; 02.17.24

not proofread !!

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5:57 pm.

i lie in my bed, excruciatingly bored. watching some show that i have little interest in, when i get a text from one of my friends, matt.

“hey, are you free rn?” the text read.

me and matt had been friends ever since he moved to los angeles. i also got along with his brothers well, so we would always hang out and go places together. a few months after becoming friends with them, i broke up with my ex-boyfriend and got closer to matt.

one day, matt and i had a conversation and decided we wanted to try some things, so we hooked up. without feelings. which brings us here. friends with benefits. although i might just be breaking that ‘no feelings attached’ rule, but he doesn’t need to know.

“yea?? whats up?” i reply

“chris and nick are gone. come over?” he asks

“sure, just give me like 5 minutes” i sent back

finally. ive been waiting for his text all week. last time we spoke was like 4 days ago. i quickly put on some light makeup, a cute & comfy outfit, spray perfume and head out the door. the triplets only lived about 2 minutes away from me so, i could just walk there. which i did often and most definitely will do now.

once i arrive at the triplets’ home, i give the door a knock and it opens, with matt standing on the other side of it.

“hey matt-” i get cut off by him grabbing me by the waist and kissing my harshly in the doorframe.

“sorry. just couldn’t wait.” matt smirks, licking his lips while closing and locking the door.

“i can tell.” i spoke, a smirk crawling on my face too.

“c’mon. my room.” he demanded and grabbed my arm, dragging my to his room.

he brings me to his room and sits on the bed. i close the door behind us and walk over to straddle him.

“missed you, y/n. haven’t seen you in 4 days. ive been so busy-” he explains, holding my hips as i hover over him.

“shh.. matt we’re here now.” i speak before moving my mouth onto his, resulting in a rough, heated kiss, which turned into a make out. our tongues moving together in rhythm, exploring each others mouths.

i start grinding over his clothed cock, trying to gain some friction, letting out soft moans.

“hmm.. you like that, matt?”

“shit… yes- fuck” he breathes out

i continue my movements, going back and forth on him. i quickly slip my shirt and jacket off, matt following me and taking off his shirt as well. i unclasp my bra, matt took a nipple in his mouth almost as soon as i took it off.

“ah- fuck- someone’s impatient.” i groan out

“mhm..” he mutters

i feel his dick start to twitch under me, signing that he was close. i speed up my movements. he grabs my hips tightly and comes right on the spot.

“oh shit..” he moans

i move off of him and onto my knees, rubbing his cock through his pants.

“look at you, so fucked out already.. haven’t even gotten to suck you off yet.” i smile sinisterly

“don’t tease me, y/n.” he breathes

“oh don’t worry.. i won’t for long.”

i swiftly pull down his sweatpants and boxers and grab his cock. i kitty lick the tip then slowly lap a long stripe from his base to the tip before taking all of him between my lips.

“oh- god! mgh fuck- y/n.. don’t stop. shit!” matt moans out.

i bob my head up and down on his cock, letting out soft, quiet, noises, sending vibrations down it and making him shudder. my tongue hit every vein on him, very slowly. i continue my motions, making direct eye contact with him the whole time until i feel his dick start to twitch in my mouth.

“fuck, im close..” matt mutters.

“cum in my mouth, matt. i wanna take it all.”

with that, he shoots out white, thick ropes of cum down my throat.

“s’good for me, matt.” i tell him, sweetly, while standing up and taking my pants and underwear off.

“mhm…” is all he manages to get out while still sitting on the edge of the bed.

“now get on your back so i can ride you.” i say sternly, walking over to him

“yes ma’am” he chuckles under his breath

he moves to the middle of the bed, lying on his back. i hover over him, giving him wet, sloppy kisses all over his face and throat area. most definitely leaving marks.

i then lined him up with me and sunk down on him. when he bottomed out, we both let out a string of moans.

“shit matt..”

“oh you’re so good. fuckkkk”

as i take all of him in me, i wrap my hands around him and rest my head in the crook of his neck, waiting to adjust to his size. no matter how many times we do this, ill never get used to it.

once i was ready, i started moving up and down on top of him, trying to pace myself.

“mghh…. matt.”

“holy shit.. mm you’re so good. so perfect for me,” he whimpered, “taking me so good oh my god.” he continued to moan.

those words made me instantly clench around his cock as i bounced on it, speeding up my pace. the room filled with grunts, moans, curses and the sounds of our skin slapping.

my legs were starting to give out and my bounces got sloppier, matt noticed this and flipped us over. now we were in missionary, with him pounding into me relentlessly.

“oh fuck fuck fuck fuck matt” i managed to moan out

“yea.. mhm got tired after a couple of ups and downs huh?” he grunts

“ohhh matt shittt”

“that’s right, y/n. say my name. uh huh”

i came about as soon as he said that, but he kept going, chasing his high.

soon, his thrusts got slower, indicating that he was close.

“cum inside me, matt. i wanna take it.”

“oh fuck y/n. fuck” he groans, while his cum fills me up and falls on side of me.

we both lay there for a while, out of breath before matt speaks up.

“you can go now.. if you want.” he says

hearing that kind of broke my heart. i knew we weren’t supposed to have real feelings for each other but geez.. am i just some toy to him?

“are you serious? you just told me you ‘missed me so much’, but you’re letting me leave just like that? am i just some sort of play date to you?” i ask, sitting up. anger, sadness and confusion written all over my face

maybe i shouldn’t have said that.

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kiki speaks (again) ;; urmmm I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THISSS UGH 😭 i hope i did good and you guys enjoyed but this is my FIRST EVER SMUT AND FIC SO GO EASY ON ME. i would also really love tips from other writers bc idkkk. but TOODLES !! (p.s. DO U GUYS WANT A PT. 2 OF THIS BC IK I KINDA ENDED W A CLIFFHANGER-ISH TYPE THINGY??)

tag list ;; .. empty for rn 🍵

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #youtube #youtuber

[spicyyy-muffin]

Hide n Seek

Scare kink, size kink, this is literally pure smut please be warned. 18+

“catch me if you can”

i pressed my walkie on its specific channel to ghost.

“you’re an idiot y/l/n” he spoke through the Bluetooth device in my ear

“get outta my ear McTavish”

I climbed over old couches and rusted warehouse equipment. I needed to find a good place to hide that wasn't blown to pieces or see through.

turning off my walkie and even going as far as lowering the volume in the bluetooth device in my ear.

 I would never live it down if he found me.

“he's got tha name ghost fora reason, you daft dimbo.”

“don’t you think i’m aware?”

I crouched and squeezed in between a small space under an abandoned desk.

trying to make myself as small as possible, i curled up bringing any residue around me as a cover.

“He's gonna get you little one.”

The quiet groan of the door forced me to shut the device off completely.

his footsteps i couldn’t hear, aside for the slightest crunch in gravel beneath his combat boots growing increasingly closer to me.

looking through the cracks in the metal, no guns were drawn except for a knife in his right hand.

my heart sank, i trusted him with my life. but spooking a member of 141 was a death wish. and catching them at the wrong time would be a one way ticket to wherever my six feet deep hole waited for me. 

he slithered through the door, continuing to the next room while I waited for complete silence.

I opted for the door he came through, thinking he would be in an entirely different side of the building than me.

I kept my hands free of any weapon, preparing for the slightest sign I might have to run or crawl my way out.

I stood at the top of a flight of stairs. no sound, no lights, no gravel, I could have been alone.

a breath shot down my neck.

in seconds I was against a wall with a burly man pushing against me. his cool blade against the soft of my neck.

his eyes glowed into mine, heavy breaths breaking the silence.

"I thought you were the shit?"

I shuffled my arms underneath him trying to find a leeway. His eyes brightened in amusement.

The fabric on his face lifted revealing his mouth seconds before he dropped it to my neck.

The knife was digging into the left side of my neck, drawing blood in his wake. Hurting more the harder his kisses became.

“Ghost, Mctavish is- he’s right-” 

He brought his head up to look into my eyes, “at the bar two blocks from here. You underestimated my intentions for hide and seek sweetheart.” 

Pocketing the knife, his hands rustled with my clothing until they landed on the button of my jeans. 

On his knees he looked up to me. Even though he was supposed to be feeling vulnerable we both knew that I was the only submissive one here. 

“I wanna taste.” 

My fingers traced his plump lips first, short stumble scratching me.

I smiled looking down at him, trying to memoriize the outline of his beautiful face. 

“I want a kiss.”

In seconds his large hands covering my cheeks, lips ravishing mine as if we were running out of time. Time seemed to slow down when his tongue traced my bottom lip, pulling away to take a breath and pushing into me deeper. His hands were everywhere, m,y hair, taking a minute to wrap around my throat, he reached both of them down under my butt and lifted me on his waist. 

A few inches above him again he pulled away to look up to me. 

“Don know how long I can do this sweetheart.” 

He panted onto my mouth. 

“I wanna taste you so bad but another part of me is saying I should jus fill you to the brim.” 

A hot bolt of arousal shot down my stomach into my clit. 

I laughed against his lips kissing them one more time. “Maybe you should just hurt me.” 

He groaned pressing his forehead onto mine. 

“There you go saying some dumb shit again.” 

My back pressed against the cold concrete floor, combat pants somewhere across the room his head was in between my legs and he wasted no time. 

Switching between tongue fucking me and wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking so hard I knew I wasn’t going to last long. 

I threaded my fingers through his hair trying to mask my sounds. 

He pulled away his hand gripping my throat, “Unless the bar Soap’s in can hear you, you’re not loud enough. N what does tha mean angel?” 

My breath was shaky, “I don- I don’t get to cum.” 

“Mmmm good girl.” 

His mouth resumed and this time I let my noises be whatever they wanted. My orgasm consumed me. My lower back lifted from the ground as I pleaded with him to stop before he flipped me around and did exactly what he said he was gonna. 

He filled me to the brim. Hot pants on the back of my neck I tried to grip onto anything I could to distract me from the pleasure I was feeling from his cock hitting my cervix. 

“Sososo- so good, please don’t.” 

“Fuck baby, I’m not gonna.” Seconds, minutes im not sure how long until I could hear the slight sound of a phone buzzing. 

His phone. 

He flipped me around again, putting my legs around his neck he found new spots that drew me crazier to the edge. 

One palm covered my mouth as he leaned down to my ear, “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me.” 

My brows scrunched up before he reached his other hand down to grab his cellphone and he answered the call. I could hear our captains voice over his balls slapping against me. 

“Ghost, you copy?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“Clear?”

“Yes Sir.” 

“I have one more important thing to discuss with you, when-” The Captain continued as Ghost screwed his eyes shut in pure irritation. 

“Yes Sir.” 

“Good.” 

The call ended and he abandoned his phone near my head and removed his other from my mouth. 

“Fuckin prick.”

He smirked down at me.

“It turned you on, could feel you squeezing me harder.” 

“AsshoLE-” He pounded into me harder. 

“We can try that another time.” My vision turned murky as stars exploded behind my eyes. 

“Fuckin hell, I don't think I’ll ever get tired of that.” 

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley #simon riley smut #ghost smut #mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #ghost x babygirl!reader #captain john price #Image #taglist #cod x reader #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley fanfic #ghost fanfic #mw2 smut #mw2 fanfic #fanfic #task force 141 #soap mactavish #captain price #ghost x you #fem!reader #modernwarfare

[lovelyverosika]

Hellfire

Implied Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!Sinner!reader

Warning: mention of blood,lust and death

A/N: Here’s a short one-shot based on the song "Hellfire" from the hunchback of Notre Dame. I thought this will be very suitable for this sinner!reader scenario.

3rd POV:

Last Extermination a simple sinner caught the eyes of the first man Adam. She was really quick and escaped his gasp by pure luck. For one moment he was distracted by her "sinful" body, the perfect chance for her to escape. Of course Adam wouldn’t just let her go, he wanted every dirty sinner dead. She not only managed to trick him but also to hurt him with her claws, the scratch marks on his back were still bleeding as he got back from the extermination. Anger was not the only thing he felt towards that demon, he also felt a certain kind of lust for her, which disgusts him. She was a dirty sinner who belongs under his feet begging for mercy before he kills her regardless of her pathetic cries. So why does he feels this heat growing within his body? Why could he still feel her touch on his body, the way her claws dig deep into his back while her shaky breath reached his skin? The beautiful tears streaming down her cheeks as she fought for her life. With a frustrated groan he took off his robe and let Lute clean up his wounds. After he dismissed her and locked himself in his office, he fell into some kind of trance, locked inside his mind as he sang:

"Beata, oh Sera,

You know I am the first man of my power I am justly proud.

Beata, oh Sera,

You know I’m so much purer than the disgusting, vulgar, weak licentious sin.

{Quia peccavi nimis}

Then tell me, oh Sera.

Why I see her standing there?

Why her pathetic eyes still scorch my soul?

{Cogitatione}

I feel her,", he hugged himself, feeling the marks she left on him. "I see her.", a fiery illusion of her appears in front of him.

"The light caught in her h/c hair, is blazing me out of all control.

{Verbo et opere}

Like fire…

Hell fire…

This fire in my skin.

This burning desire is turning me to sin.", the room got darker only the illusion of the sinner crawling closer to him as he turns around bringing a fiery light into his office.

"It’s not my fault {Mea culpa}

I’m not to blame {Mea culpa}

It’s the sinner girl…the demon who set this flame! {Mea maxima culpa}

It’s not my fault if in destinies plan, it made the devil so much stronger than the man.", he tries to wrap his arms around the illusion as she banished into thin air.

"Protect me, oh Sera.

Don’t let this siren cast her spell. Don’t let her fire seal my flesh and bone.

Destroy this dirty sinner!

And let her taste the fire of death or else let her be mine and mine alone.", he looked into the mirror in his office.

"Hellfire, dark fire…now sinner it will be your turn. Chose me or your pyre. Be mine or you will burn!

Oh, have mercy on her.

Oh, have mercy on me.

But she will be mine or she will burn!", he finishes as he fell to his knees.

"Next year I’m coming back for you…just be prepared. I’ll have you even if I have to break the principles and drag you up heaven myself. And if you refuse I’ll have your head as a trophy.", he said with a grin.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. He stood up and opened the door. There was Lute standing in front of him, she heard it all. "What is it?", he groaned. "Nothing, sir, just checking up on you like the Seraphim asked me to."

Taglist: @kelppsstuff @hobbylobbyy @n3r0-1417 @lilteamushroom @l0vedi3n

#adam x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam #x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader

[notyetneedcoffee]

DND

Kinktober - Threesome NSFW - Adults only

A/N: Sorry I missed yesterday! I'll make up for it by posting twice today.

Summary: Time to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.

Steve Rogers hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the outer knob of the door, closed it, locked it, and sighed. “Thank god.”

Bucky pulled the curtains closed, making sure no light from the city snuck through. You kicked off your heels. One corner of Bucky’s mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Getting comfortable, Doll?”

You stood, approached Bucky, and ran your fingers over his chest. “We never get any alone time. I don’t intend to waste any of it.”

Steve’s large warm hands rubbed your shoulders. “Always the practical one.”

Bucky deftly unbuttoned the front your dress. His tongue wet his lower lip, eyes darting between the freshly exposed skin of your chest and the sight of Steve kissing your neck. Your head tilted to the side, allowing for better access. Steve’s teeth tugged at your earlobe.

Steve pushed the dress down until it fell to the floor. With sure, practiced fingers, he unfastened your bra. As soon as it was pulled away, Bucky’s hands cupped your breasts. He leaned forward, smiling against your lips, and kissed you deep.

Your back leaned against the solid muscle of Steve’s chest. Pinned between them, their heat engulfed you. Their scent, masculine and clean. Bucky’s hands pulled at your body, one warm and callused, one cool and smooth. You loved the feel of them.

Large hands turned your face. Steve’s mouth covered yours. His kiss harder, more demanding, than Bucky’s. You turned to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He leaned you back, drinking you in. Steve maneuvered you to the edge of the bed. He playfully tossed you to the middle of the mattress.

You laughed as Steve and Bucky raced to ditch their clothes. You shimmied out of your panties. Bucky hopped on one foot, his pants hanging up as he tugged. Steve gave bark of triumph at shedding his clothes first and crawled atop the bed.

He drank down your laughter with another deep kiss. Steve chuckled against your lips as he was jostled by Bucky. You felt Bucky pull your legs in his direction, just before his wet mouth kissed the inside of your thigh.

Steve’s mouth moved down to your breast as you reached for him. Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his length. He moaned and gave a delighted sound. “Fuck, I love this.”

“Me too.” Bucky nipped the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You squeaked and giggled. “Me, three.”

Steve came up on his knees, bringing his cock closer to your face. You stroked him steadily with your hand, pulling him to your mouth. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, the salty taste making your mouth water.

Your legs spread as Bucky settled between them. The touch of his wet tongue made you moan around Steve’s cock. Your hips rocked against Bucky’s face as the tension began to build. His fingers teased your sex, slid along your tight ass.

“Fuck,” Steve moaned. “You feel so good.”

“Tastes so good.” Bucky’s muffled voice added.

Steve chuckled, pulling at Bucky’s hair. “Then give me a turn.”

You laughed, as they picked you up and flipped you around. Bucky fell back so you landed face down on his belly. Steve lifted you up on your knees, pulling your ass cheeks apart and buried his face in your cunt. As you gasped, Bucky’s lifted your head by the hair and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Felt his cock rub against your body.

“Mmm.” Bucky smiled against your mouth. “Wrap that gorgeous mouth around my cock.”

You did. He was thick, girthy. Bucky rocked, pushing in deeper. Steve’s fingers sunk into your cunt, stroking your sensitive flesh, spreading wetness. Bucky’s strong thighs flexed under your hands. The three of you fell into a familiar rhythm.

The giddy feeling of fun morphed into a building fire, a desperate need.

Steve reached for the bottle on the nightstand, pouring its slippery contents over your sex. You groaned as he pushed his cock into your wet cunt, slipping deep and sliding nearly all the way out before pushing in again.   

Bucky’s fingers wound in your hair, holding you firm as you moaned. His voice was gravely. “Oh shit, that feels good.”

You felt the tip of Steve’s cock tease your ass. Pressure. Pleasure. He pushed in, a low curse dropping from his lips. You pulled away from Bucky, panting through the initial adjustment. The feeling electric, sending fire to your core. Steve moved slow, pushing deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck,” You panted, dropping your forehead to Bucky’s belly.

Bucky lifted your face, his fingers under your chin. His eye’s bore into yours, studying the ecstasy on your face. “What do you want, Doll?” He purred. “You want us to take turns, or you want to take us both?”

A flutter ran through your whole body. “Both.” You breathed. “Oh god, I want you both.”

Steve moaned. “Hell, yes.”

He pulled away from you and laid on his back. You crawled on top of him, kissing a trail up his chest, tasting and relishing in the way he smelled. You rubbed against his length several times before arching your back so he slid into your clenching heat. He kissed you, hands tangling in your hair, tongues battling.

Steve’s rocking hips paused as Bucky knelt behind you. The cool touch of his metal fingers teased your ass. Your heart pounded with excitement, anticipation. His fingers pushed past the tight muscle. Your nerves lit up, making you whine.

“Just breathe, Doll.” His cock replaced his fingers.

Intense feelings flooded through your body. So full. So many sensations. The heat of their bodies soaked through yours. They began to move. It all crashed together. The sound of breathing. Moans. Skin. Sweat. Smell and taste. So full. Pressure so deep.

Everything tightened. Your legs shook. Incoherent words and moans fell from your lips as they pushed you to the edge. Heat spread. You cried out.

“Fuck, yes. She’s coming.” One of Steve’s hands held the back of your neck. His face buried in your hair as he panted. “So good.”

Bucky moved deeper, harder. Fingertips digging into your hips. “So fucking tight.” He moaned. “Gonna, uh, oh.” He reached down and squeezed Steve’s balls. The other man let out a harsh gasp and pumped hard and deep.

Your whole body convulsed. Cunt flooding. World whiting out.

Steve roared, coming hard. Bucky let go, releasing his hold, following you both over the edge.

Your head rested on his sweaty skin. The rise and fall of Steve’s chest lulled you. You felt boneless, floaty. Distantly you felt Bucky’s hand trail patterns on your back. His lips touched your shoulder.

“Think we should get our girl in the bath, or let her rest?” Steve’s voice vibrated through your body.

“Bath.” You muttered.

“You heard her.” Bucky smiled. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. “But then you rest up a bit, because we don’t get these opportunities very often and I plan on fucking you stupid while I have the chance.”

“You and me both.” Steve chuckled.

You giggled, already feeling fucked stupid but excited for more.

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#Kinktober #Stucky smut #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #stucky fic

[just12moments]

Dreams of Winter [Preview]

aespa Winter x male reader

1300+ words

A/N: Thanks for your patience. This is a preview of my 6k word draft in progress, but I feel like I'm forcing myself to complete it instead of letting the words flow. For now, I'll take a breather, work on other stories, and come back when the time is right.

I need to do Winter justice, ya know?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fuck me.”

Your eyes jolt open.

You look out to the patio in between blinding rays of light. The summer sun illuminates the wooden deck, and the grass beyond glistens with morning dew. A gentle breeze blows through half-open glass doors. You sit up on the bed and massage the strain out of the arm you had slept on.

That’s when you notice the persistent tension in your pants. You sigh and gingerly pull open the front of your boxers to check if you…

“Well, I didn’t cum to that.”

Disoriented from an imaginary journey, you soak in every detail of the room around you, refreshing your senses to start the day.

“This is the villa, which means…”

Your gaze lands on Winter, fast asleep by your side, her face glowing in your shadow. It’s soothing… the rise and fall of her chest, a pillow in her cute embrace. The sound of her faint breaths puts a thin smile on your face.

Your makeup’s still on. How late did you come back?

She stirs in her sleep, turning on her side to face you. She exhales as her face scrunches up ever so slightly, no doubt a reaction to the strange happenings in her dream. Her body curls up into a ball, and she tightly cuddles the pillow with her arms and legs.

“Yes…”

Winter hums while she slides the cushion along her midriff down to her legs. She moans as she feels more friction on her sensitive areas. She nibbles on her lip and humps the pillow between her thighs, clawing and pulling it closer to her core, rubbing herself with increasing vigour. The unexpected scene sends a wave of arousal to your cock.

“Fuck… me…”

With furrowed eyebrows and curled toes, she acts out the sinful fantasies in her head. She sighs in pleasure, grinding deeper and harder into the pillow. After one especially harsh thrust, Winter lets out a long, sultry mewl. Her body subtly convulses and contracts into a tighter ball around her beloved pillow as her legs twitch with every orgasmic pulse.

The purest, most adorable Winter indulging in her sensual, lustful desires. This is a scene you had imagined many times but never witnessed.

You suddenly feel the hem of your pants at your fingertips. Just as you slowly tug them off, Winter’s eyes begin to flicker open. You quickly yank the blanket up to your shoulder and slip your head onto your pillow in a clumsy attempt to hide your growing bulge. Winter digs her sleepy head into her pillow as she struggles to open her eyes.

“Morning…”

She greets you with a tired croak, muffled by the pillow smushed in her face.

“Morning.”

“Haaa~ that was good…”

“Good sleep?”

Winter exhales deeply and lifts herself to her knees, eyes still closed. She combs her hair and brushes it to the side with a satisfied smile.

“Yeah~ I…”

She gasps with her eyes wide open. She looks down at the bed like she realized something. Then, her gaze meets yours. When you respond with a curious look, she looks away.

“Are you looking for something?”

You sit up and shuffle in your seat, searching for something that does not exist, but Winter answers in a hurry.

“Ah! N-no, no, I mean—I’ll go wash my face. Still have makeup on.”

She crawls off the bed and dashes barefoot to the bathroom. Winter disappears around the corner and into a nearby room.

Was that a dark patch between her legs, or are you still dreaming?

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Don’t get your hopes up. That probably meant nothing.”

The game on your phone lost its colour. Meaningless numbers and indistinct noises fill the background while the scene of Winter rubbing herself replays again and again in your mind.

Fuck… me…

“Oh, our tank died.”

Unable to distract yourself, you toss the phone across the bed. You sigh in frustration, contemplating the reality of the situation.

Did she change her mind? Here, of all places?

You can hear Winter whining and moaning as she rocks her hips back and forth against the pillow. She unbuttons her pants and stares right into your eyes. A wet pool of her essence stains her jeans and drips onto the bed sheets.

Hot breaths, beady eyes, wet pussy… she’s begging you to fuck her.

I’m still dreaming.

“Oppa!”

Winter’s sharp cry breaks the illusion. For a second, you forgot she was real.

“Y-yeah?”

“Oppa, please come here.”

“Yep, coming.”

You take a deep breath, hoping and praying to keep it in your pants.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What’s up?”

Even Winter’s reflection looks stunning. Her chestnut hair flows down the curves of her small face, and her white blouse fits tightly on her slim body. She spread her arms across the sink, placing both hands flat on the counter. She’s looking away; her cheeks appear redder than normal.

On the side, you notice a folded pair of jeans with a pearl necklace placed on top.

But that means…

“I… had a w-weird dream.”

“Oh? Weirder than usual?”

“Yeah… I think we were running somewhere, looking for something. I first found you freezing in a blizzard. But I had magical powers to save you and keep you warm.”

As Winter explains her dream, the connections fall into place.

“So I hid under the snow, then I jumped on you when you passed by. You looked scared… but then you said—”

“My queen.”

Winter glances back at you, jaw dropped in disbelief.

“Huh? H-how did you know?”

“I think…”

Is this a sign?

“I think we had the same dream.”

Winter looks down at her feet, hiding the grin plastered on her face.

“So in your dream, what was I doing… on top of you?”

Is this destiny?

“If you were on top of me… that means you were the nine-tailed fox in my dreams.”

You gently place your hands on Winter’s shoulders. Her hands find yours, and your fingers weave into each other.

“Really? I was the gumiho?”

“Yeah. I think it means… you’re beautiful.”

Winter smiles from ear to ear as she pulls your hands to her midriff.

“Beautiful and… uhhh… attractive.”

You bite your tongue before you can say anything stupid. At the worst possible time, your wandering mind returns to that erotic scene.

“Oppa~”

Winter squeezes your hand, and you pull her closer. You try all your might to suppress your urges in this intimate moment. But the scent of her hair, the tightness of her abs, the innocence in her pleading eyes—

“I think I’m ready.”

What?

In your embrace, Winter turns to face you. Her puppy eyes reflect the golden light of the room. The pouted lips between her rosy cheeks look cuter than usual. She caresses your shoulders, fiddling nervously with the seams of your shirt. Then, she tiptoes to kiss you.

Her tender lips melt into yours, soft as a pillow and sweet like honey. Her lithe fingers trace the V-shaped neckline of your top to its center and tug on the cloth, reaching deeper into the kiss as she pulls you in. Winter’s touch rides down your abdomen, circling your waist to grab both of your hands. Your fingers lock with hers, palm to palm. Your passion blooms with every smack of her lips onto yours. And just as soon as it starts, Winter pulls away.

The two of you bask in the afterglow, more questions than answers dangling in the air. Winter breaks the tension between deep breaths.

“I should give you a sign, right? You always tell me that.”

Winter turns back to the mirror. This time, she laces her fingers over your hands and guides them to the silky skin under her blouse. She slides your hands lower… and lower…

“P-please touch me.”

There’s a conspicuous lack of cloth below her waist.

“F-f-feel h-how much I want you.”

#kpop smut #aespa winter #aespa #winter

[throneofsapphics]

first time

first time. 

poly!Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Y/n’s first time with Rowan and Aelin. 

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: nsfw, pure smut, light d/s dynamics, mention of blood, third mate trope 

Aelin grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the bedroom. As soon as we’d entered, she gently pressed me up against the door, her body melting into mine. Her hands roamed over my shoulders, down my arms, all the way to the tips of my fingers, before tracing up my ribs. I didn’t know what to do, didn’t know where to put my hands, or anything. So, I gently slid them up her body, skirting around her breasts, and letting them loop around her neck. She’d keened into me slightly - good, I did something right. 

“Calm down love.” She whispered, “no need to be nervous.” 

“Easy for you to say.” I mumbled, as she placed a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and then the other side, before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. Her hand tilted my chin, placing my head at the perfect angle for her. It was soothing, comforting, and sweet. I found my body relaxing slightly, myself easing into her. My arms tugged her a bit closer, and she chuckled. Her hands gripped my waist, and turned me around, walking me back until the back of my knees hit the mattress. She grinned at me, just before her arms looped under my thighs, and I squealed as she threw me on the bed. Right into the middle. She laughed and crawled after me. I spotted Rowan in the corner of the room, standing next to the door with his arms crossed, but a faint hint of amusement showed on that stony face. 

Aelin pouted. “Look at me,” and her fingers gripped my jaw, yanking so I’d look at her. Her eyes had darkened slightly, with lust. “Better.” She praised, and I felt my cheeks pink. She did too, because her fingers drifted over it, over the now pink skin, “I love this.” 

I almost blanched at that word. Love. But before I could freak out, Aelin kept talking. “Tonight is about you, do you understand?” 

I swallowed, but nodded. “Yes.” 

“Using your words, look at you - learning already.” She crooned, one hand roughly grabbing my breast, squeezing. I moaned, my body arching up into her, craving her, wanting to be as close as possible. I reached up for her, but her other hand grabbed my wrists, pinning them up above my head. “Can you keep them there, or will I have to tie them to the headboard?” 

“I’ll keep them there.” I breathed, feeling myself get wetter and wetter with each new thing she said. 

“How good.” I heard Rowan from the side. He was teasing. “I wonder how long that will last.” 

I looked back and forth between him and Aelin. “Rowan.” She said, her voice a warning, but I saw that glint in her eyes. 

“I think you’re being too gentle.” Rowan kept going. Gentle? Yes, but she’d thrown me on the bed and squeezed harshly. He must’ve seen the expression on my face, because he laughed. A wicked laugh, before he climbed on the bed. His hand held my throat, squeezing ever so slightly - showing he could cut my air off if he wanted, without magic. He squeezed tighter, until I whimpered. His voice lowered, “I’ll ask you one more time. Are you sure you’re ready for this?” 

“Rowan, don’t scare her.” Aelin clicked her tongue, but her fingers pinched my nipple, through my top, and twisted - making me yelp and look at her. “Look at him.” She ordered, and I did. 

His eyes were intense. That green a promise of pain and pleasure. I felt captivated, mesmerized by him. “Are you sure?” He repeated himself, upset about having to - based on the small squeeze he gave my throat. 

“Yes. I’m sure.” I said, maybe a bit more confident as I feel. 

“Good.” He answered, my hand moving to scratch at my chest, a nervous habit. 

Rowan moves as soon as my hand shifts, one of his hands snatching both of mine and pulling them up, above my head, stretching out my body. “I believe she told you to keep them above your head, are you not capable of listening?” His voice is low, almost a growl, and he speaks right in my ears. Aelin, in the meantime, has straddled my lap, her fingers running up and down my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“I’m sure it was an accident, wasn’t it petal?” Petal. The mating bond liked that, I could almost see another small golden thread stretching out and sparkling. My body arches into her, my hips undulating to try and get closer to her, to get some relief. I whine slightly when her hand presses my stomach down, pinning me to the bed. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” She presses a kiss to the hollow of my collarbone, her teeth dragging over it, dragging down my body, right to the valley of my breasts, pulling my top down so she can access the skin. 

She looked up at me through her lashes the entire time and fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Rowan’s hand pulled my head towards him. It did two things, gave Aelin access to my neck, and let him crash his lips against mine. Aelin’s teeth dragged down the column of my neck, as Rowan’s lips consumed mine. His teeth tugged at my bottom lip, biting enough to draw blood, before his tongue ran over them, cleaning up. He licked across the seam of my lips, and I opened to let him in, tasting my blood on his tongue. A smaller, but still calloused hand tugged my head back, and they switched. 

I felt so, so close - and I was still fully dressed, still had all of my clothes on. 

-

I watched Aelin kissing Y/N, and was surprised I didn’t feel any jealousy. I hadn’t the last few days, or even since she came into our lives, but I still thought maybe part of me should feel that way. Aelin pulled up for air, her breathing heavier.

“Why do we still have clothes on?” Y/N demanded, wiggling slightly where my hand still gripped her wrists, and Aelin pinned her hips down. 

Aelin climbed off, and let me drag Y/N, so she sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood in between her legs. I slowly pulled her tunic off, marveling at every bare inch of skin revealed, my fingers tracing her skin as I went. Aelin’s hands undid her band, her breasts left bare. I sent a gentle icy wind to her, just enough to brush against her nipples. Aelin countered it with a gentle flame - not one to burn, just to send a gentle flicker of heat. She threw her head back and moaned. 

“So sensitive.” I tutted, and she tugged at my top, pulling it up over my head. Aelin, behind her, was already naked, and fisted her hair, twisting her head around to kiss her. I made quick work taking both of our pants off, and leaving the three of us naked. All exposed to each other. My hands gripped her sides, thumbs brushing over her breasts. A whimper, right into Aelin’s eager mouth. I’m going to enjoy seeing all of the sounds I can wring out of her. 

Once she was completely bare, I knelt in front of her - in between her legs, and spread her thighs, both of my hands pushing her legs as far apart as they could go. 

-

They each made me finish. Twice. Before Rowan even moved to enter me. They wouldn’t let me touch them, or please them either. Kept saying it’s about me, and that there would be plenty of time for that. Only after a whole lot of begging did Aelin let me taste her. 

“Please, Aelin.” I begged. I writhed under her fingers as she leant over me. 

“One more.” And she pinched my clit. Pinched it, and I came hard enough to see stars. 

She kept her word, and moved us so I could kneel between her legs, her back propped up on pillows. As it happened, she told me exactly what to do to make her feel good. And when words started to fail her, Rowan was there - whispering in my ear. A little harder, slide one finger in, curl. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to make Aelin come undone - and I was eager to learn.

-

“Are you ready?” Aelin breathed, kissing my shoulder. Rowan didn’t speak, but his expression asked the same question. 

“Gods, yes!” I exclaimed. Rowan’s hand shot to my throat, not squeezing, but gripping lightly. 

“Watch your attitude,” He said, with a gleam I didn’t quite recognize. 

“Please fuck me.” I breathed, looking back and forth between both of them. Aelin knelt behind me, supporting me alternated between gentle and brutal kisses on my neck and shoulders. Rowan had been between my thighs, doing about the same. 

One finger shoved into me, knuckle deep. I whined at the sudden intrusion. “Breathe.” Aelin whispered in my ear. I listened, but my eyes didn’t leave Rowan, not as his finger slowly retreated, before pushing back in. He carefully watched every one of my reactions as he added another, and then a third, stretching me. Preparing me for him, I realized. I must’ve looked nervous as he lined up, because Aelin’s lips captured mine in a kiss, and I felt him slowly inch in. 

Gods it hurts. It fucking hurt. I whimpered, a slight tear dripping from the corner of my eye. Rowan’s thumb brushed it away. Green eyes met mine as he lifted it to his mouth, licking the tear off of his finger, and I could see him trembling with restraint, trying to be as gentle as possible. He’s holding himself back. Those strange Fae instincts didn’t like that. They, I, want my mates completely unleashed. All of him, and all of her. 

“Why are you holding back?” I demanded. 

-

“Why are you holding back?” My little defiant mate said right to Rowan, who’s eyes narrowed as he spoke to me, 

Should we? 

Yes. 

He pulled out, almost completely, before gripping her thighs tightly and slamming back into her. Her scream. Pain, one of pain. The pleasure hadn’t hit yet. 

“You can take it.” Rowan growled, his hand circling around her neck, as he pulled back out slowly, before thrusting in just as hard. 

Another whimper, her eyes widened as she met his. 

-

Aelin’s fingers prodded at my mouth, pushing inside. “Suck.” She ordered, and I did. Right as Rowan pushed back in again. I fought to swallow down that pain, to wait for the pleasure to kick in, but mother above I’d never been stretched so far. She pulled her fingers out, and went right for the apex of my thighs. 

“Aelin.” I moaned, as she hit that same sensitive, overstimulated area. Rowan moved faster, quicker, and I felt my magic tingle to the surface. “So good,” she purred in my ear, “you’re taking him so well petal.” 

Faster than I could process, Rowan had pulled out, and flipped me. He grasped around my waist, and pulled me so my back hit his chest, and my thighs spread across his knees. Without another word, he pushed me onto him. All the way down in one thrust. 

“Rowan.” His name came out as a mixture between a moan and a whimper. 

“Good girl,” His lips brushed over the shell of my ear. “Taking me so well.” A hand grasped my chin, and I felt Aelin’s fingers circling my clit, just as her lips crashed against mine. I was caged in between both of them, and it was pure ecstasy.  

-

He felt Y/N’s head dropping back against his shoulder, 

“Please,” She moaned, “please.” 

“Use your words,” he ordered. But such nice manners out of her. Maybe Aelin could learn something. 

“Please can I come?” She could barely get the words out, 

He pushed her forward so she’d brace her hands on Aelin’s shoulders, “come for us,” Aelin whispered in her ear, brushing hair out of her face. Y/N screamed his name, and Aelin’s, as they both worked together to bring her over the edge. 

-

I felt Rowan’s canines scraping one side of my neck, and Aelin’s on the other. How did they do it? I have no idea, but they both bit down, right as I reached the edge, and they sent me over. 

-

Without thinking too clearly about it, I finished inside of Y/N. Aelin didn’t notice immediately, her fire coming out to play with Y/n’s magic, swirling around together like two sides of a coin. The gentle soothing night, and raging flames. Icy wind mixed in with them, swirling together in harmony. 

I’ll get a rag. Or several. Keep her distracted. 

-

I kissed the crown of Y/N’s head, and then her forehead, and her cheeks, to the corner of her mouth, before placing a soft and gentle one on her lips. She let out a small noise of content, completely exhausted. I stroked her hair, murmuring sweet things to her as I held her in my arms. 

-

Safe, and content. That’s how I felt, wrapped in Aelin’s arms, her hands stroking my hair, lips kissing my skin. 

“I’m going to clean you up.” I heard Rowan say. “Then a bath.” 

I hummed my agreement, hoping he wouldn’t tell me to use my words right now because I wasn’t entirely certain I could. “Don’t look.” Aelin whispered as I opened my eyes, her fingers tilting my chin up to see her instead. I tried anyway, but her grip was unyielding. Right. Bleeding on my first time. She gave a soft grin as my eyes widened in understanding, and her canines nipped at my nose. I laughed, poking at her cheek in reply. Her hand snatched up and caught it, before she pressed a kiss to the tip. 

“Are you two done?” Rowan sounded amused. He ducked as both a small ball of fire shot right for his head, followed by a wave of night. “Bath.” He ordered, looking at me. 

“Do I smell?” I huffed, and started pushing myself up. 

“Like us.” I could hear Aelin’s wink, “but you’ll be sore, the bath might help with that,” she continued.

“Sore?” I questioned, but in the same moment I tried to stand, just to realize my legs were too shaky, and gave out under me. Rowan caught me with a laugh, like he’d been waiting for that to happen. Smug male pride spread across his face. “You’re insufferable.” I told him. Another grin. He knows, and doesn’t give a damn. 

“Let’s go.” Aelin said, and I yelped as she scooped me up, taking me right to their bathroom, before I could argue. 

“I can walk.” 

“And I can carry you.” She snarled back. Fussy. 

Let her fuss. Rowan’s voice popped into my mind, surprising me. Right, mating bond. I told you, she’s twice as bad as me. 

And he was right. Aelin climbed in the bath with me, gently washed every inch clean - even if she seemed a bit reluctant to do so. Her fingers dug into my skull, and I relaxed into her, my back leaning against her chest. I might have fallen asleep at some point. 

-

Aelin. He spoke to her, moving to get her attention. 

What. She snapped, focused on scrubbing the shampoo into Y/n’s hair. Like she’d been for the past five minutes. 

She fell asleep, love. 

Her hands paused, and she peered over to look at our mates face. Oh. Aelin spit off some orders of things for him to grab, and gently woke Y/n back up, finally finishing the longest damn bath he’d ever seen. Aelin can call him a fussy buzzard all she likes, but at the end of the day she’s twice as bad. Maybe even worse with their mate than with him. He doesn’t mind her … fussiness … but he also wouldn’t mind if someone else got to bear the brunt of it for a while. 

#throne of glass smut #throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #an old draft #poly!rowaelin x reader #poly!rowaelin x y/n #aelin x reader #rowaelin x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #poly!rowaelin #rowaelin x y/n

[mysticmellowlove]

warnings; yandere behaviour, sub yandere if you squint hard enough, creepy behaviour, mentions of stalking

word count; 810

a/n; i lived bitch

You wouldn't know it but he was so pathetically down bad for you. All of his waking hours were spent making sure you were okay. Hacking into the cameras that were in your shared workplace was nothing to him if he got to see your face at the same time.

The way you made sure to serve every customer with a smile, the way your hands fluttered around their purchases, the way your lips quirked up that little bit when you didn't have to exchange money. He revelled in all of it, his fingers tracing over the static screen in front of him.

His breathing was heaving as he trailed his hand up to his face, feeling the heat basically radiating off of his cheeks. Even though he had his own things to do he couldn't help himself. He didn't want to spend a second away from you.

Despite this, a sharp knock at his door snapped him out of his thoughts. He jumped, his hand going to switch over the cameras to what he was actually supposed to be watching before he went to go answer the door.

His eyes shrunk at the brightness of the fluorescent light coming into his darkened room. You stood there, your hands on your hips as a smile crossed your face.

"Hey, good thing you're not brain-dead yet. How is it looking at these cameras all the time?" You didn't even hesitate to come inside and sit on the chair opposite him, resting your legs on the counter space in front of you.

He didn't have the confidence to say that he was brain-dead, if he only had the chance to give in to his wildest dreams he would only think of you. Seeing you recline so casually in his space made him want to drop to his knees, crawl over and pledge himself to you. Offer himself to you, bend to your will only. You never came in here unless you wanted to complain about another worker but there was only so much he could do.

Especially after he offed the one that dared to flirt with you a few months ago.

"Heh, yeah. I guess I just love my job." And he did, he really did. He got to spend his day looking at you, watching you, taking in all of you. No one would steal from the store while he was watching, they had security at the door for that after all. It left his time wide open and prime for other more important things.

"Love your job? You sit in a dark room for eight hours. How is that 'loving your job'?" You wouldn't understand but he didn't need you to, he didn't even want you to know.

"Some things about it are good, don't have to do much you know?" He muttered, going to sit back on his chair. It creaked with use as he went to turn slightly in your direction. Your leg was so close to his, muscles nearly showing through the stupid dress pants management had you wear. It made him drool, thinking of the possibility that one day you would let him grind his cock into your thigh.

His eyes slid shut as he tried to snap himself out of his vigour.

"I guess." You said, too interested in the panel of controls in front of you to notice that he was starting to breathe heavily. His fingers twitched at his side, you were right there. The smell of the work floor drifted around you in a whirlwind of cologne and perfume. He nearly shuddered at the thought of getting closer.

"You do seem a little far away though. Is something wrong or were you lying before?" You looked at him, your eyes nearly glowing in the darkness of the room.

"I wouldn't lie to you." He hadn't even noticed the amount of reverence in his voice as he looked at you as if you had hung the stars. Your face screwed up a little and a small flicker of something crossed your expression. It was gone before he noticed though, too interested in letting his eyes rove over your arms.

"I'm certain you wouldn't..." You trailed off before giving one large huff, pulling yourself from the chair.

"Well, better get to work before someone notices I'm gone." You waved him off cheerfully. His breath got caught in his throat as you smiled in his direction. This time he didn't flinch when the light came nearly blinded him, he was too busy drinking your form in. Letting it settle into his mind like a drug.

"Maybe we can have drinks sometime?" You threw behind you as you let the door shut, a pleased look on your face.

#sub yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #clingy yandere

[justasimp1]

I ADORE YOUR WRITING AND I JUST NEED FIVE HARGREEVES WITH A SHY GN READER. LIKE MAYBE THEY'RE ACTUALLY REALLY SMART BUT ONLY FIVES SEES THAT BECAUSE HE KNOWS THEM WELL BUT THE OTHERS DONT SEE IT BECAUSE THEY'RE REALLY quite??

I'm sorry if you wanted a full actual onehsot but with this idea I just thought of a fluffy ramble

Five Hargreeves x GN! Reader

Fluff, Ramble

Petal

This was just supposed to be a simple escape room. So why were they arguing–again... "Did you just graduate from the 4th grade?" Diego mumbled to Viktor. "Says the person who didn't know how to spell 'beginning" He muttered back. He narrowed his eyes at him, "There's too many fucking ns" He grumbled, balling his fist.

"Five, hurry the fuck up!" Allison hissed, eyeing the clock in the corner of the room. Five furrowed his brows, pinching his temples in thought. He was shuffling through different combinations. You bit your tongue, staying silent.

Klaus was on his knees, praying to whatever new God he believed in. Luther just leaned on the wall muttering, instigating Diego. The shouting back and forth filled your ears, making you squeeze your eyes shut. "Y/n, I need your help" The mention of your name leaving Five's mouth made everything silent.

Everyone stopped their bickering, turning their heads. Even though no one said anything, their expressions implied enough. You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet. You opened your mouth, your words hesitantly falling out. "What's the equations again?"

"First number, is (7 × 9 + 2)3" Viktor explained slowly as if you were a child. "Second number is 3 + 1 × 2" Klaus lifted his head from his praying stance, but he still had a slightly condescending tone. "Third, is [9 × 5(88 - 56)" Allison finished off, crossing her arms, glancing at Five.

The questions weren't that hard but seeing as there was no paper to work with, the numbers could slip away in your head. You stepped up to the lock, thumb grazing the 3-number lock. The wheel was loose, rolling underneath your skin. Five stood patiently, glaring at any of his siblings who dared to break your concentration.

"All the answers equal 1,640 so my guess is 164" You didn't realize you were holding your breath until a pounding sensation engulfed your brain. You turned the number wheels, and the lock clicked. The object fell open in your palm, you opened the door, the next room's layout in view.

"It's vampire-themed?" You smiled, turning back to Five whose mouth was parted. "That was quicker than expected" Five whispered, he knew you were ridiculously smart but you always shocked him with your timely skills. The other Hargreeves siblings seemed ever more surprised.

Expected Klaus who seemed— thankful? "You are an angel, a godsend. We've been at that level for ages" Klaus crawled vastly to the entrance, giving a quick bow to you. "Well maybe if you idiots would stop bickering and asked them for help this could've happened sooner"

Diego did not take being called an idiot light. "Well, how was I supposed to know they're some type of freaky genius!" He stormed to Five, smacking him aside the head. "Ask, dumbass, or get to know them" Five pushed him back.

"But you're just so..." Diego turned to you, gesturing to your presence. You walked inside the new room with the rest of the siblings. "Quiet," They all say union. You hummed, nodding, sinking away from all the attention. "Do something useful and search for clues" Five pushed past them, guiding you to a corner of the room.

"So you think you could carry us out of this?" He smirked. "It was just 3 math problems...it wasn't that spectacular" You muttered, turning over small objects, checking for numbers or letters. He turned around, looking at his distracted family.

He leaned closer, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. You wanted to bask in the exploding emotion longer but Five pulled away. "You're so smart" He laughed at your shocked face. You bit the inside of your cheek, leaning forward to him again.

Five's hand snaked to your hand, intertwining your fingers. "Guys! I found something~" Klaus called from inside a coffin. You giggled, rushing over to help him out the narrow box.

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#fanfic #x reader #fluff #number five x reader #five x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreves fluff #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreaves fluff

[coralseacourt]

Undeniably Yours Part 2 by @coralseacourt

Summery: A girl falling through darkness into a world of fae, landing right in Hybern’ s Throne room. Azriel finding his mate but not wanting her. Rhysand’s & feyre’s bond severed for good. What else could go wrong? Azriel x Reader x Rhysand

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part6, Part7,

Part 2:

Voices. I had been sitting in this room for the last two days , since the huge winged creature with the shadows had dropped me off here.

His eyes had been like steel.

His hands had been ice cold.

He had bled and seemed in pain. But with no word and no explanation, he had put me in this room with the bright pastel colors and since then nothing .

And I felt .Numb.

No one tried to disturb me until now. I could hear their voices on the other side of my door.

Would they come in or continue arguing and then leave like they did the last couple days?

The noise of a soft knock ripped me out of my trance. The door started opening and I leaned my head slightly to the side. Owl like. My body didn’t feel human anymore.

Everything just felt mechanic.

A tall man with black hair and violet eyes entered.

Beautiful.

The leader of this group I had guessed. He looked at me with soft eyes giving me a kind smile.

But was it real?

“Good evening. I did not want to disturb you, but it is important that I talk to you. Get more,” he paused “ information about you.”

The only thing I could do was blink. My head felt empty like the black water I was thrown out of.

“ I know it must be difficult for you to understand what happened.” He continued ,” But maybe we could start with your Name?”

I wrinkled my forehead in confusion.

My name? What was my Name? Did I had one? I just shook my head . Not knowing what to say. “ My name is Rhysand, but you can call me Rhys if you like. “

With quiet steps he came closer to the little window seat I was sitting in and bend down on his knees in front of me .

“If you are not able to talk, or don’t want to , would you allow me to look in your memories?”

My memories? What did he mean? In my head? Was that possible? I gave him a little nod.

Curious to see what would happen. Would he be able to find out my Name? Would I have memories?

His eyes were a little brighter now like deep purple pools of starlight.

He gave me a little reassuring smile before I could feel something crawling or more floating in my head like black smoke curios but pushing to the same time.

I watched his facial expression go from neutral to confused. What did he see?

“Interesting.”

Confusion changed to Concentration, and I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful inhuman face.

To perfect.

Nothing that was not sculpted by the gods. It made me uncomfortable for the soley reason that humans had uneven skin.

Pores ,beauty marks,scars but him?

Nothing.

Humans? How did I know about this but not my name?

Am I a human?

No. I don’t think so . Earlier in the Morning when I had washed myself in the attached bathroom I looked like him.

My blond long hair perfectly curling over my back. Not one single curl out of order . My eyes green with golden flecks that seemed to colorful, to bright, to alive. And my ears sharply shaped.

“Well, not much to be seen . But at least we have a name.” He said with a little chuckle. I looked at him expectantly.

“y/n. It’s a pretty name too. I’ve never heard a name like that.” Y/n that was what I was called ? It seemed to fit like a missing puzzle piece. I turned my face from his curious eyes and stared out the window.

Beneath me a city with thousands of bright lights and a warm atmosphere. I opened my mouth a bit running my tongue over my bottom lip.

“y/n” I tested it slowly out . My voice surprised me. Very high so feminine and inhuman. A little chuckle made me look back to the man in front of me.

“We have Dinner in a little bit if you like to join us?” Should I? He seemed nice enough. So I nodded.

“Yes.” I whispered to quietly for him to hear, not used to my voice.

“Yes, I … I would like that Rhysand.” I gave him a shy smile not sure if I said his name correct.

“Rhys, just call me Rhys. “ he stared a couple more moments fascinated at me before he stood up and walked out. In the time that the door had completely closed a sudden wind blew through the room and made me look in the direction of my bed where a beautiful dark green dress laid, like it always had been there.

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I was standing in front of the Mirror.

Starring.

The green dress was fitting perfectly.

It was long and tight with small stripes over my shoulders.

I swirled just watching the color shift and float until there was a knock.

“Yes?” The door swung open with to much force and my heart started to race.

The winged man was standing there with an unpleasant expression on his face, like he tasted something he didn’t like.

“Are you coming?” He hissed at me. My palms started to sweat and I left a shaky breath while nodding.

“Of course.” I whispered quietly and followed him out of the room.

We walked with a fast pace I almost couldn’t follow through a long hallway made out of white marble with long windows .

It lead into an open space with a large Table that was occupied by 5 people one of them I recognized as Rhysand. My stomach felt sick from so much attention on me.

The male that had brought me here sat down next to a beautiful girl with flowers in her hair, while I stopped at the end of the Table.

What should I do?

There were two seats open. Next to Rhysand and on the other side next to the unfriendly winged one.

With shaking hands I took the safer option and walked towards Rhys sitting myself quietly on the chair without looking up.

A low groan came from the other side.

To see if I did something wrong I looked up, but got distracted by the kind male next to me, when he spoke up.

“Good choice y/n .” He chuckled and had a glow in his eyes.

“Really Rhys? You’re confusing the poor girl with your flirting.” Came from a blond woman seated next to me.

“Am I not allowed to flirt a little? I m the High lord am I not?”

“Not when your Mate is stuck in enemy territory.” Came from a sharp tongue.

Probably the Sister of the flower girl. The similarities where unarguably there.

“You should be trying to get her back and not make pretty eyes to someone that is a stranger to us.”

Shame came over me and my face flushed.

I couldn’t understand why she would fire so vial words about me.

Did I choose to be here? But asking myself that question I couldn’t even answer it.

“Nesta if you can’t behave in front of our guest you’re welcome to leave.”

The huge man sitting next to Nesta seemed uncomfortable with the conversation pushing around on the chair like he rather would flee.

“y/n this is my inner circle. Elaine” he pointed to the girl with the flowers on his other side.

“Azriel my spymaster “ the angry looking one and what was a spymaster?

My head leaned automatically to the side and I stared at him curiously.

“Nesta and Cassian “ the angry girl and the male next to her.

“ And Mor my cousin.” The blond next to me gave me a reassuring smile.

“Let’s eat before we discuss more.”

And with just a wave of his hand delicious looking food appeared in front of us.

With big eyes i watched while everyone started pouring food on their dishes.

Rhys grabbed my plate and shuffled food on it while I only could watch him.

A little “oh” escaped my lips and all eyes turned to their High lord watching him with confused facial expressions.

Until a growl came from across the table.

I looked over at Azriel his hands formed to fists his teeth bleched while watching Rhysand.

“I’m sure she can do that on her own, don’t you think .” Why was he so angry ?

“Yes I m sure she can . But why not be nice to someone that didn’t get a lot of kindness since entering a such brutal world?”

That left a couple open mouths and my plate appeared back in front of me loaded with mashed potatoes, green beans, gravy and Roast beef?

“Thank you, I really appreciate the gesture.” I whispered quietly and started eating.

A snort came followed by a

“You have to give her that , at least she is polite.” Came from Cassian. the rest of the Dinner was uneventful.

I only listened to the quiet conversation of everyone.

When all the plates magically disappeared and everyone started to pour themselves drinks.

That’s when I felt a hand grab mine and squeeze it a little bit. Looking up I saw Mor starring at me.

“Do you like shopping? We could go one Day if you like? I know some wonderful boutiques here in velaris.”

I had to blink. Shopping? Would I be allowed to do that?

And if? How would I pay for anything? as if Rhysand read my mind he said.

“That sounds like a blended idea. And no worries you can put it on my name for now.”

“ That is very kind of you to offer I….. I will think about it.”

“You should. We would have a lot of fun , I promise.” She gave me a little wink and took a sip of her wine. I felt uncomfortable with so many people in one room that I didn’t know.

It made my heart race and my stomach flutter. Would now be a appropriate time to flee?

“Do you want me to accompany you to your room or do you find your way alone?” The high lord whispered over to me like we were sharing a secret.

I couldn’t help it and had to giggle.

“I do not want them to torment you for it.” I whispered back. “But thank you for asking.”

He gave me a nod and his eyes twinkled in the reflection of his wine glass.

I silently slipped out of my seat wished everyone a good night and disappeared as fast as I could in direction of my Room.

Before I could reach it Azriel appeared out of nowhere right in front of me, so silently i had to squeak loudly.

With my hand on my racing heart I stared at him. “I m giving you a little warning Blondie, what you do with it is up to you. Stay away from Rhys. Whatever you are planning in that little head of yours , stop it,”

He stepped closer to me until our chests almost touched. Bending down to be on eye level with me he whispered dangerously.

” It’s in your best interest to heave my warning, no one can just snake there way inside of our court like that.”

And with that he disappeared back in to the shadows.

part 1 , part 2, part 3, part 4, part5, part6, part7,

#azriel x oc #acotar fanfic #azriel #azriel acotar #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #rhysand #rhys x y/n #rhys x you