#i kept contorting my body to make sense of it

[st4rymoon]

♡ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ♡

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: soft dom steven, breeding kink, semi-lactation kink? Just a mention, pet names, language, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie!, talk about future kids, nipple play, handjob, teasing

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

The sound of Stevens whimpers filled your senses as you sat on his lap, lips connected and hips grinding onto his as both you pulled at each others clothes.

You had no idea why Steven was so needy at the moment but you definitely weren’t complaining. Right when you walked threw the door he yanked you onto his lap and began to mutter sweet praises.

You’ve never seen him so worked up before, whatever it is you had a feeling you’d be enjoying it. “Wanna be a daddy love, make me one yeah?” he whimpered.

You pulled back softly, hands cupping his cheeks in surprise “a dad? You can ask better than that” you hummed. You tangled your hand into his hair and yanked a chunk of it, causing his head to fly back and mouth to open slightly “say it, you wanna fuck a baby into me” you moaned against his lips.

“I do I do. Wanna fuck you until your full of cum, I need everyone to know what I did to my pretty little wife for her to be plump and round with our baby” Steven was practically shaking as he spoke, your tongues tasting each other hungrily as you both fought for dominance.

You let Steven take control, he was more than pleased with your actions. His hand softly snaked onto the nape of your neck, his lips peppering soft kisses onto your jaw and down to your colar bone.

“Im the luckiest man alive you know that? I love you so damn much” he huffed as he sloppily kissed you, his hand kept you pinned onto his lips. “Steven…” you sighed as he licked a stride up your neck, his soft lips and light stubble making chills run down your body.

His fingers found your zipper with no trouble, his hands cuffing the cloth and pulling them down your legs. Steven let out a soft whimper as he noticed the small wet spot on your panties, he loved knowing he made you feel this way.

Your eyes closed shut in bliss as the tip of his fingers brushed against your clothed clit. Steven watched you in admiration as your face contorted in pleasure. A low hum vibrated threw his body as he slowly pulled your panties down and threw them onto the ground.

You were just in a tank top now, your nipples perked through the thin cloth. His lips latched onto your clothed nipple, his tongue circled your perked nipple as he tugged his sweats off in need.

“Please Steven” you moaned as you felt his cock slap onto your stomach. Pre cum coated the top of his cock as your hand wrapped around him, softly jerking him and thumbing his tip “you’ll be the best daddy Steven. I can imagine you running around with them, reading them books.” You cooed.

Steven groaned at your words, he closed his eyes and threw his head back as your lips latched onto his neck. So much for him being in control.

You played with him a bit more. You sunk your teeth softly onto his neck, leaving purple love bites all over him as he bucked up into your hand. “Hands on my shoulders” Steven tried his best for it to sound dominant but it came out more like a beg.

You did as he said and let him take control again. Steven hugged you onto his chest, lifting you up and nudging his cock into your tight hole. Both of you let out a sigh of relief as he slid into your warm cunt.

Steven began to buck his hips painfully slow, he was taking his time to work you up just so he could hear you get impatient. He loved hearing you scold him for teasing.

He let out heavy breaths onto your chest as he buried his cock into you, sliding in and out at a pace to make you whine. “Steven don’t tease” you cried as you clenched around him. He chuckled at your tone but complied with your request.

He began to pick up the pace, allowing you to feel him filling all of your senses as he fucked himself into you. His heavy slams filled the room with loud wet sounds of your pussy taking his cock. Your wetness spilled past the sides of his cock and fell right onto his lap.

It was a complete mess as he spread your cheeks, allowing him to fuck you deeper as his arms kept you in place. You were far from quiet at this point, eyes rolled back and pussy clenched around him in need as he nudged your sweet spot.

Your nails dug into his back as your breath began to quicken. You couldn’t bare the way he felt inside you, the feeling of every inch and vein of his cock sliding in and out of your gummy walls.

Steven on the other hand, was in complete bliss. He felt like he could go on for hours. “Feel so good darling fuc- love it so fucking much” he seethed as he felt your pussy gushing around him.

The room filled with your loud moans all the while Steven kept up his mission. He would make you his completely.

His eyes closed shut as he imagined your plump tits full of milk. He couldn’t wait for the day you were laying on your back and letting him fuck your perfect plump tits.

Stevens eyes fluttered open, watching as you shook above him, clinging and whining onto his neck as his pace began to get sloppy. His hips carelessly slammed into you as he held your hips down onto his.

Your name spilled out of his lips as he finally filled your cunt with his seed. Steven kept fucking into you, not letting up as he overstimulated the both of you.

You could feel him spilling out of you as his cock messily slammed into your bred cunt. ”fuckk fuck… love you darling, love you with everything I have in me” he cried.

Steven stayed buried in you for god knows how long. Both of you were fully aware this wouldn’t be the last round tonight.

#smut #marvel smut #steven grant smut #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven smut #steven grant #moonknight x reader #moon knight smut #moon knight #kinktober #kink tober

[ginis-wonderland]

pairing: simon riley x reader

genre: smut, breeding in the end, spitting, crying, just rough

your eyes were filled with tears and if he focused hard enough, he could see them contort into hearts. the noises coming from your pretty, pink lips kept him plenty distracted but the gripping sensation around his cock made him grunt and blush furiously.

"si!" you hiccuped and he pressed his hands at the back of your thighs to keep them close to your chest before leaning his weight on them.

"what is it, lovie?" he gasps in-between thrusts and you squeal when one of his hands moves down to rub fast circles around your hardened clit.

"si! not there!" you whined without a care of how loud it was.

he has been fucking you for hours now since he woke you up with his thick cock buried deep into your cunt. 

"'ts mine," he growls. "i can do whatever i want to it."

tears start to stream down your reddened cheeks and you clench tightly around him once you feel him nudging that one spot that made you see stars.

"god!" you shriek as simon begins to thrust even faster and begins to abuse your cervix. "not there! si-!" 

your gasps and protests fell deaf to his ears but simon riley wants to make you fall apart. he wants to feel the sense of satisfaction to know that it's because of him that you're cumming and it's because of him you're splayed out on the bed with your pretty pussy out in display for him.

"this cunny is mine, innit, lovie? perfectly tight and warm and so wet all because of me?" his brows were scrunched and sweat dripped down his muscular chest then he bent over to get close to your face, nose brushing against his.

"answer me, dolly," he urges and snaps his hips harshly making you cry out. "this" thrust. "pussy" thrust. "is" thrust. "mine" thrust. "right?" thrust.

"yes, simon!" you shrill out because that last thrust reached so deep you didn't know you could ever feel this full.

satisfied, he leans back but only slightly as his dog tags are swinging above your face and your eyes follow the movements. somehow, the harsh swinging of the metal heightened the pleasure his cock was giving you since it went along with his movements.

"open your mouth," he rasps and you quickly obey.

simon's lips quirked up to a smirk before he spat onto that pretty tongue. 

"don't swallow," he rushes. "not until i tell you."

you nod fast and your eyes close, almost rolling back, at his fast pace. simon has made you cum so many times already yet not once has he finished. he liked to edge himself because it made cumming feel even better. knowing he was close made the feeling of an orgasm rush up your body and into the depths of your belly. you weren't allowed to swallow his spit so you kept your mouth closed but simon could see the way your eyes flew open and the panicked look you gave him indicated how close you were.

"wanna cum together, pretty?" he offers and god, it made you nearly finish then and there. finishing together was so rare that when it happens, it was best to be savored in moderation. 

"swallow," he utters and you hurry to swallow his saliva before opening your mouth to prove it. simon always loved it when you did that and he chuckled. "oh, yes, my darling. where would you like me to cum, hm?"

"i-inside," you gasp. "do it inside."

what little self-restraint simon riley possessed flew out the window and he leaned back on his feet, grabbing your thighs to hike you up on them to have you closer to his cock. it pushed him in deeper.

"si!" you plead. "si! wanna cum! please, lemme cum!" your words slurred on your tongue before you sobbed and then he knew, he broke you.

"gonna cum 'round this cock, pretty? wanna cum while i fill you up and make you full of me and our babies? would you like me to breed you like my little cumslut?"

your jaw dropped and the loudest and most pornographic moan escaped your lips from his filthy words. simon knew that you liked it when he mentioned breeding you full and my gods, did he feel it with the way you gripped him.

"i'm gonna cum," he says and grabs your chin to turn you up to him. "look at me."

your eyes struggled to open and see through the tears but you focus on his face. simon riley's face contorting into pleasure is something you're honored to witness and he finally cums, brows scrunching and head leaning back at the intensity of it.

"fucking hell, lovely. keep it in. yes, shh, 'm not letting a drop waste."

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #dad!simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty x reader #ghost cod #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #ghost smut #cod smut

[hitomisuzuya]

HII SUZU, HOW ARE YOU?? I love it so much when you write about stepbrother Scaramouche! So could you write about stepbrother Scara who found a box of sex toys in reader's room and decided to use the toys on reader just to tease them? (Sorry if the grammar is bad, I'm Brazilian so english is not my first language.)

Stepcest DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Degradation. Taunting.

Don't worry, your English is fine😌 Thank you very much for your kind words.

You couldn't help it. You had to do something to contain the collosal crush you had on your step brother. You shouldn't have feelings for your step brother, but you couldn't help it.

So, you took to keeping it confined to your room, using a few sex toys you'd acquired on yourself, trying to keep the moans of his name quiet, your eyes shut imagining it was Scaramouche making you cum on the toys.

Thing is, Scaramouche couldn't resist his delicate little step sister. He often snuck into your room to steal little things like a pair of your panties to fist his cock into. He could often hear your muffled moans and whines for him coming from your room, but he could never figure out where you kept those sex toys.

Until today. He'd combed through your room while you were out with your friend.

Once you'd returned home, all it took from Scaramouche was deep kissing and heavy petting to work you out of your clothes and onto your bed.

The air flow and pressure created by the clit sucker on your clit made your legs shake, and your body twitch. There was such a teasing smirk on his face as he rubbed the tip of a vibrator over your hardened nipples.

He snickered watching your face contort in bliss. "What a slut I have for a step sister," He took the vibrator off of your nipple, teasing it against your hole. You let out a whimper as your pussy quivered around nothing from his degradation.

"You think about me while you fuck yourself with these, don't you," He abruptly hit the vibrator on your sweet spot. Your hips jerked off the bed, the pleasure the vibrations created on your sweet spot made your walls clamp tight around the toy.

His cock twitched and throbbed watching you twitch, writhe and rock your hips up into the toy. You struggled to nod, any words falling apart in loud moans of pleasure as Scaramouche continuously nudged the vibrator along your sensitive walls, making sure you felt every rub of the ribs thoroughly.

Scaramouche tapped his finger on the clit sucker in encouragement, pressing down gently. "Use your words, kitten," He teased, turning up the setting on the vibrator.

"Yes, okay! Yes I do!" You confessed behind loud shameless moans, "It takes everything I have not to scream your name before I cum!" Your head was turning fuzzy from the way he was kissing the vibrator into your sweet spot.

Scaramouche's cock was rock hard as he watched you writhe on the bed, your eyes glassy and drool coming from the corner of your mouth. "You do seem to moan louder when I use them on you," He increased the pace of the vibrator, "what a shameless slut."

It sounded so good when he degraded you, it made your cunt clench tighter on the toy, and your cheeks flush with adoration. He seemed to sense that, his smirk widening.

A shiver danced up his spine when you looked at him with your sweet, wide, tear filled eyes and said, "Please, I want my step brother to make me cum," Your lower lip even trembled a little. Scaramouche could get off on that love struck expression alone.

You reached out to stroke his wrist appreciatively before your orgasm suddenly hit you. "Scaramouche!" You cried out, gripping his wrist as your body seized up from the intense pleasure. It made your head swim and tears fall from your eyes.

Watching the way Scaramouche's eyes glinted, you could tell he was far from done with playing with you.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #tw stepcest #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader

[cosmiic-world]

beelzebub smut <3

cw: smut, cunnilingus, desperate beel <33, (consensual) somnophilia, cum eating (?)

minors dni please

you were sound asleep when beel stumbled into your room. he had accidentally eaten multiple of asmodeus's "special" treats and was feeling the effects hard.

he whined as he took off the covers from your body, almost cumming untouched as he saw you in nothing but his shirt and a thin pair of underwear. he let out a noise, akin to a growl as he quickly pulled them off of you and swiped a finger across your sweet cunt, licking his finger and moaning softly at the sweet, sweet taste of you.

normally, he would’ve woken you up with some attention to your perky nipples but this time he was so impatient, so he dove straight into your cunt. as his tongue began to prod at your entrance, your legs twitched slightly, closing a bit.

beel moaned as his senses were flooded with nothing but you. he grabbed your legs and kept them spread, his nose nudging your clit deliciously. the sounds of your moans made his ears perk slightly and he wanted nothing else but to hear your lovely pleads and moans. his grip on your legs tightened slightly to keep you from moving too much.

you shifted in your sleep until the pleasure got to be too much and you finally woke up. “w-what- ah!” your question was interrupted with a moan as beel’s tongue worked in and out of you.

“you’re finally up..” beel mumbled, pulling away before quickly attaching his lips to your clit and sucking a bit harshly. he inserted a finger into your slick and curling it into that spongy spot you absolutely loved.

you gasped as your back arched off the bed, making you grind your pussy against beels face and fingers, making him groan against you, adding onto the sweet pleasure. “f-fuck! beel, please~”

“please, what?” he said, looking up at you through his eyelashes, his cock aching as he watched your face contort from frustration to pleasure.

“need you, in me, please..” you whined out, rolling your hips trying to get more friction from the slow pace his fingers had set. to your dismay, he shook his head.

“no. need to taste you. please.” he whined, grinding against the bed as he took his fingers out and immediately replaced them with his tongue.

this time he ate you like a starved man who hadn’t eaten in days. the intensity made your legs shake and your hands found refuge in his hair, pulling at it which made him groan into your cunt.

the stinging made his eyes roll back into his head, adding onto the pleasure he was feeling. his senses were completely overloaded with you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. he kept whining every so often, his cock begging for release.

“beel, ‘m gonna cum!” you cried out, your back arching beautifully. you threw your head back against the pillow as you started panting. the pleasure was so intense it made you dizzy. your eyes became glossy as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“cum for me, please. want a taste of you so bad.” he groaned as his hips rutted against the mattress at the same pace his tongue was going, feeling his orgasm approaching as well. “come on, i know you can do it. cum for me. cum.”

at his words, the coil you felt in your stomach snapped and you came on beel’s mouth, letting out a loud cry of his name with a harsh tug on his hair as your legs closed around his head.

beel almost choked as he came, whining loudly against your sweet pussy and adding onto the pleasure for you. he swore he almost came again as he finally got a taste of your sweet essence.

you were staring at the ceiling, panting as you calmed down from the intense orgasm. any more and you would’ve squirted right on his face! (even though he wouldn’t have minded.) you were relaxed until you heard beel mutter, “more..” which made you lift your head to look at him to see him looking down at you like his prey.

“i want more. i wanna hear you scream my name. wanna hear that sweet voice begging for more.” he said as he leaned over you, his fingers slowly wrapping around your throat. it was then that you felt his hot and heavy cock nudge your very sensitive clit, releasing a whimper as you looked into his lust filled gaze.

#obey me! #obey me smut #beelzebub smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me x reader #obey me! shall we date? #obey me #obey me beel x reader

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

request: “and i was just wondering if you could write something for James Potter where it's just him fucking the reader senseless and him being smug about how good he can make her feel.”

some softness snuck into the smugness but i hope you like it! a bit of an awkward length but i didn’t want the blurb to be too short so you could really get a request’s worth 😜

pairing: James Potter x reader

summary: pure smut

warnings / tags: NSFW (minors do not interact!), sex, p in v, mention of afab parts but no pronouns or much gendering, established relationship, cocky lovable James

word count: 900ish

You couldn’t hold back a prolonged scream as your fourth orgasm of the evening sent shocks of pleasure pulsing through your whole body. Your eyes were scrunched shut, the intensity such that there was a soft ringing in your ears. As a few seconds passed, the chuckling behind you penetrated the ringing, becoming clearer and clearer.

“How many is that, sweet thing? Three or four? I lost track,” James joked as he pounded into you, gripping your hips bruisingly, you on all fours.

“Jamieee,” you whimpered in reply.

“Is that the only word you remember, love? My name? Because if it’s not, I still have work to do.”

“Big talk,” you sighed out. You were trying to sound cheeky; you wanted more and weren’t afraid of goading him into giving it to you. You were so fucked out already though, that your voice was a mere hoarse whisper, more desperate that challenging.

Even still, James stopped, his cock buried deep inside you, but his hips now still.

“What’s that? Sorry, y/n, can’t quite hear you with your face buried in the sheets and your voice all raspy from how good I’m fucking you. What’d’you say? Big cock? Why, thanks, sweets. Always glad to please.” He thrust again to punctuate his sentence, hard.

You could hear his characteristic wink in his smug voice.

“Big talk,” you repeated, stressing your words this time.

“Oh?? S’that so?” He pulled out abruptly — you groaned and clenched on nothing — and his hands on your hips spun you around so that you landed on your back, him hovering above you.

His eyebrows were raised at you in challenge, your attempt at a smirk probably pathetic.

“Four orgasms in, and you’re giving me cheek?”

“I thought you’d lost count?” you panted.

His lips turned up into a slow smile, his eyebrows still raised, his breath a steady panting. He was cocky as fuck, but he loved when you toyed with him anyway.

“There’s too much sense left you in you, sweets.” You shivered in anticipation at his words and the low gravelly tone they came in.

“Better keep going then, don’t you think?”

Without another word, his eyes lidded in lust, his expression set in dark determination, he harshly grabbed your hips, pulling them to his, thrust in roughly all at once, then pushed your legs up, effectively folding you in half and pinning both your ankles to one of his shoulders. He leaned his weight forward, careful to not be too much but enough so that his body kept you in place, your legs not having to strain despite the slightly contorted position. The angle allowed him the deepest access to you yet, and you could feel him in what felt like your stomach.

“Fuuuuck,” you moaned out.

“Yeah? y’like that?” There was no real question in his voice, all smugness where there should have been inquisitiveness.

Leaving you no time to adjust to the deeper penetration, he picked up his pace rushedly, the sound and feel of his hips smacking the backs of your thighs coming quicker and quicker until all you could do was hold on, one hand in the sheets, the other clutching his shoulder, for dear life.

“Fuck, James, fuck fuck,” was all you could say.

“Much better,” he quipped, but he leaned lower, giving you a sloppy kiss before saying, “Fuck, y/n, you always feel so fucking good.”

“Mmmm,” you groaned, wanting to respond but unable at the pace he was pounding into you.

He brought one of your legs down, pinning it to his hip, the other still up to maintain the deep angle. With them spread a bit like this, though, he now had access to your clit, and the pressure he applied expertly pulled a pleasured whine from you.

“Still think it’s just talk?” he panted, thrusting hard and fast.

You shook your head vehemently, wrapping your leg around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him close, losing yourself in his motions, his heat, his skin against yours.

“So good,” you whimpered.

“How good? How good do I make you feel?” His rubbing on your clit got harsher, and you strained to answer, your body on the brink of climax.

“Fuck, James, fuck, so good, so so good, fuck, so amazing,” and with his increased intensity at those words, you were cumming around his cock.

He groaned animalistically at the clench, and seconds later he came inside you, thrusting till he could hardly hold himself up from his efforts.

He rolled next to you, pulling you onto his chest in the same motion. You lay your leg on him, and he gripped your thigh, smacking where it met your arse with a chuckle, then simply resting his hand there, his thumb softly stroking your sweaty skin.

His other arm around you, his hand came to caress up and down your arm, from your shoulder to your elbow and back again as your arm lay against his chest, its soothing rise and fall lulling you despite the energy of mere moments earlier. Your whole body felt limp and sensitive.

He looked down at you and grinned. “Good?” he smirked.

“Insane,” you replied, nuzzling him.

“I’m glad,” he chuckled, smirking. “Next time I’m not stopping before you have six,” he said matter-of-factly.

#marauders #marauders fanfic #marauders smut #marauder x reader #james potter #james potter fanfic #james potter smut #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #reader insert #x reader #x y/n #x you #james potter imagine #james potter blurb #established relationship #requests open

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: You should really watch what you say when your with Captain Levi, one slighted remark might end up with you tied up and splayed out on his desk with nothing but dumb luck keeping you from completely ruining your orgasm.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, slight brat!reader, cockwarming, shibari, cunnilingus, bantering, kissing, begging, reader's positioned on levi's desk, technically edging but not really? (levi refuses to fuck reader, but instead eats her out)

a/n: let me tell you ilysfm for giving me this thirst bestieee! i decided i would write both levi and eren but i needed to write levi's first. wc: 600ish. v-day list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

It was never just one thing with Levi– no, after the days he had from the bloodshed that occurred, he needed to fucking press into you nice and deep. He needed to have you all to himself, stuttering out words from how his cock drilled into you with the utmost precision. He needed you to obey– completely pliable as you normally had a mouth on you, those remarks vanishing on the tip of your tongue as he fucked you senseless.

Hell, maybe he’d even make you beg for it.

Tonight, he had you lying across his desk– all tied up for him with papers wedged underneath your body. You knew he’d probably have a fit for when he noticed the crinkles in the paperwork but it wasn’t plaguing his mind at the moment as he sunk into you with a sharp inhale. Levi’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut as he took a deep breath– just reveling in the way your warmth seeped around his cock. 

“Feels like you're on your tippy toes, your desk too high for you?” You muttered innocently, noticing the way his chest barely came up against yours and he scowled at you. 

“Y/N, why do you always have to ruin the mood?” He said, his stern tone fading slightly as you pushed back on him a bit. Levi stopped you quickly, making to kiss at your chest and every inch of your body quiver as he kept his cock still in you. Lapping his tongue against your nipple, he chuckled lightly as you bucked down against his hips again. His strong arms had kept you steady on the desk and easily stopped you from moving, nonetheless your ropes that also restrained you. 

“No, no– this is what you get.” He muttered against your breast. His cock twitched inside you, pressing directly against your cervix and you whined as he shifted slightly to better angle himself.

“What, for calling you tiny?”

“Watch it. You didn’t call me that prior.” Levi met your eyes as he pulled back, a glistened frown evading your senses and you leaned down to kiss him thoughtfully. His hands came up to caress your cheek, returning the kiss with a soft hum as his tongue slipped inside your mouth. It became heated so fucking quickly, his lips laving over every crevice of your face towards your collarbones which he nipped at teasingly. 

He still hadn’t moved inside you, despite the aching– the throbbing of your cunt squeezing around him. You honestly didn’t know how he was so collected, his body not even jolting with pleasure as you kept clenching. But as you glanced down at him, currently sucking a hickey into the top of your breast; it all made sense. 

He was struggling, his face contorted in ecstasy each time you managed to tighten around him. 

“Levi, baby– please fuck me.” You panted out as the petite man squeezed your thighs, smoothing his palms over them and tugging at the ropes plastered against your skin. Instead, he decided to slip out of you completely– leaving you speechless as you cocked your head to the side. “Levi?” 

Maybe it was a fluke, he just needed to get better footing… right? But instead of sliding back in,  he kneeled down with his hands spreading your thighs apart– well as far as they could go within the shibari. “You pissed me off. You really think you’re getting my cock tonight?” 

“No, that’s not fair–” You started, but his tongue dipped into your entrance rather quickly and your sentence trailed off in a whine. He sucked at your clit, slicking it up with his saliva and you were baffled as to how he put his mouth on you– especially with his ideals of cleanliness. 

It was fucking hot, something he’d never do, maybe you should mouth off more often… 

#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉���𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ #𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾ #aot x female reader #aot x reader #aot x you #aot x y/n #snk x reader #snk x you #snk x y/n #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan smut #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi x you #levi x y/n #levi x fem!reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x y/n smut #fem reader #𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰

[star-anise]

reading supercut: disability, body image, and trauma

A glimpse into the clothes thrashing around in the washing machine of my mind, with apologies that it is still a wet lump and not an actual synthesis of ideas.

From Easy Beauty: A Memoir by Chloé Cooper Jones:

[This event] embedded a damaging idea in me, one I’d recognize deeply when I read Scarry years later: beauty was a matter of particulars aligning correctly. My body put me in a bracketed, undercredited sense of beauty. But if I could get the particulars lined up just right, I could be re-seen, discovered like the palm tree is discovered. To be deserving of the whole range of human desires, I had to be extraordinary in all other aspects. In this new light, I started to see my work, my intellect, my skills, my moments of humor or goodness, not as valuable in themselves, but as ways of easing the impact of my ugliness. If only I could pile up enough good qualities, they could obscure my unacceptable body. [...] accepting the argument that beauty was malleable came, for me, with a cost. The Platonian view rejected me cleanly, but Hume and Scarry left a door ajar and I’ve spent a lifetime trying to contort my form to see if I could pass through it.

From Til We Have Faces: A Myth Retold by CS Lewis:

I now determined that I would go always veiled. I have kept this rule, within doors and without, ever since. It is a sort of treaty made with my ugliness. There had been a time in childhood when I didn't yet know I was ugly. Then there was a time (for in this book I must hide none of my shames or follies) when I believed, as girls do — and as Batta was always telling me — that I could make it more tolerable by this or that done to my clothes or my hair. Now, I chose to be veiled.

From Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy of Borderline Personality Disorder by Marsha Linehan:

Inhibited grieving is understandable among borderline patients. People can only stay with a very painful process or experience if they are confident that it will end some day, some time—that they can "work through it," so to speak. It is not uncommon to hear borderline patients say they feel that if they ever do cry, they will never stop Indeed, that is their common experience—the experience of not being able to control or modulate their own emotional experiences. [...] In the face of such helplessness and lack of control, inhibition and avoidance of cues associated with grieving are not only understandable, bur perhaps wise at times. Inhibition, however, has its costs. [...] Volkan (1983) describes an interesting phenomenon, "established pathological mourning", which is similar to the pattern I am describing. In established pathological mourning, the individual wishes to complete mourning, but at the same time persistently attempts to undo the reality of the loss.

From How to Respond to Criticism by Danny Lavery:

Apologize, but don’t really mean it, and plant a seed of secret resentment so deep in your own heart that years later you can’t even remember that you’re the one who nurtured it and made it grow, it seems that much like a native part of you.

From Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed:

[After learning that state child protective services had made a budgetary decision to only intervene with children under 12, to one of the teenagers that regularly shared stories of abuse at home] I told her it was not okay, that it was unacceptable, that it was illegal and that I would call and report this latest, horrible thing. But I did not tell her it would stop. I did not promise that anyone would intervene. I told her it would likely go on and she’d have to survive it. That she’d have to find a way within herself to not only escape the shit, but to transcend it [...] I told her that escaping the shit would be hard, but that if she wanted to not make her mother’s life her destiny, she had to be the one to make it happen. She had to do more than hold on. She had to reach. She had to want it more than she’d ever wanted anything. She had to grab like a drowning girl for every good thing that came her way and she had to swim like fuck away from every bad thing. She had to count the years and let them roll by, to grow up and then run as far as she could in the direction of her best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by her own desire to heal.

From Essays in Aesthetics by Jean-Paul Sartre:

Freedom is what you do with what's been done to you.

From "I Know What You Think of Me" by Tim Kreider:

if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

#mental health tw #trauma tw #child abuse tw #child neglect tw #staranise original #kinda #there's also a lot I've been reading about avoidant personality disorder that DEFINITELY needs a lot more baking #before it's ready to be unleashed onto the public

[ervotica]

warnings; major character death (but not rly!!), r and liam are tethered like violet & xaden, not a real fic or anything jus a daydream i've been having about my angel liam. shhh ik it doesn't make sense but idgaf it was fun.

liam who survived.

liam who's been healing in aretia since fighting the venin, since his close call with death; liam who's been too weak to do anything, really, until deigh finally started to heal, too.

you, who's dragon and his are mated. and losing him and deigh nearly cost you both your lives, too.

the second you step through the threshold of the riorson house, the bond that's left a gaping wound in your heart in its absence seems to ignite, clicking back into place in your head.

you can feel him.

your heart leaps into your throat; xaden winces when you turn on your heel to watch him, panic etched into every crevice of your expression.

"where is he?" you're quiet, brows pushing a crease into your forehead when xaden reaches for your hands, holding you steady. your whole body thrums with nervous energy.

"i need you to understand that i couldn't tell you. for both of your safety-" he starts.

"xaden, i don't care," you cut him short with a scathing glare. "where is he?"

you ground yourself, focusing every ounce of energy into the newly reinstated bond; you imagine reaching through the tether that runs between the two of you, and you speak through it.

"liam?"

his voice fills your ears, deep and gravelly but unmistakably him, and tears crowd your vision, catching on your itching waterline.

"hi, my girl."

you rush to turn the corner down to the vast hallway, and a disheveled mop of blond you're all too familiar with draws your gaze.

you're frozen, muscles locked tight where you stand, fixated by the sight of the boy you've been grieving, aching for, standing just a few feet away.

his arms outstretch and he takes a step towards you, and you break. a sob seizes you, arms curling around yourself in some semblance of self soothing.

"come here," he croaks. "c'mere, baby."

you rush in a surge of frenzied limbs, colliding with his chest with an audible thump; he stumbles back a step, but plants himself to accommodate you clinging, white-knuckled, to his midriff.

the way you squeeze him makes his heart ache, the guilt of hiding from you slapping him in the face full force. your balmy cheek rubs against his shoulder, nose scrunching in the way he's always found terribly endearing- except the silent sobs that wrack your body contort your features, and you tremble under his touch.

"why would you do that?" you whisper, but even through the bite of your words, your iron grip never lets up. you're terrified that he'll disappear from beneath you. "it almost killed us, liam."

he pulls back to look at you and your chin plants against his chest to gaze up at him through heavy lashes, weighed down and kissing at the corners. his thumb catches a stray tear, brushing it across the length of your cheekbone before he leans down to press a kiss between your brows.

"i'm sorry," he murmurs. "i know i should've told you." his thick bicep wraps around the back of your neck, anchoring you to his chest.

"i kept tryin' to get her to eat and she wouldn't, li. and the bond was so weak. it nearly took us both down with you."

"shh, shh," he soothes. "i'm so sorry, my girl."

you slap feebly at his chest, no real force behind it as you sniffle, swollen eyes watching his every move.

"you ever do some shit like this again and i'll kill you myself, mairi."

dimples crater at the centre of his cheeks, his eyes crinkling when he laughs down at you, deep and earnest.

"i love you so much."

#liam mairi x you #liam mairi #liam fourth wing #liam x you #liam x reader #liam mairi x reader #liam mairi x y/n #liam mairi fourth wing #fourth wing fluff #fourth wing fic #fourth wing fanfic #liam mairi fluff #liam mairi angst #fourth wing #the empyrean #fourth wing liam #rebecca yarros #writing #writer #writers on tumblr #writing for fun #fluff writing #fluff with angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with comfort #angst writing

[badnoahmens]

I Took Your Keys, It Was Me - Part 4

Noah Sebastian x Reader

Words: approx. 3.7k

A/N: This fic has been a sloooow burn, so maybe it’s time to change the pace? Thank you to everyone who has kept up with these updates to far, I’ve been uninspired and your kind words have been the only reason I have been writing this 🖤

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The noise of sirens rang in your head, bouncing in your skull. It took minutes before the blur from eyes started to fade away, the sounds of the world coming into the correct frequency.

There was something sharp and uncomfortable poking into your side which made you squirm, still unable to fully open your eyes.

There was a crackle and some movement to your left, murmurs growing louder as each second ticked by. There was a trickle of warmth running down your face, your arm, and now that you think of it, most of your body.

The sharp pain to your left grew stronger, causing you to lurch forward and scream, the sudden pain contorting your insides into an excruciating puzzle.

The buzzing grew louder, and the lights surrounding you shone brighter than a second ago. There were noises of people and machines and cars and just about everything else that made your head spin even more, making the dizziness unbearable.

Without thinking, you twist to the side, upheaving the contents of your stomach onto the floor, leaning through an opening that wasn’t there a second ago.

You could feel arms pulling and twisting at you, and you couldn’t do anything but succumb to their will.

As the tugging of limbs pulled you from a twisted metal cave, the trance of consciousness wavered, and eventually fell silent.

The incessant beeping is what awoke you, the tight restrictions of medical tubes wrapping your arms came next. Your eyes blink slowly, bringing into focus the white clinical walls that surround you. A shadowy figure was by your side, details of their face too distorted from your blurred vision to make out who it was.

As you begin to twist, the figure moves, coming closer to you, making it easier to make out their features. It’s your friend, the one you haven't seen in weeks, the one you thought that you should tell about your dates with Noah, the same friend who came to the Bad Omens show with you way back when - all of two weeks.

Her face looks like fear being masked by a fake sense of confidence, it was easy to tell that she was putting on a brave face as if not to scare you.

She calls your name, and you respond with a slight smile.

“What on earth happened?” she asked, voice laced with worry, a hand finding their way to rub soothingly on the bare skin of your arm.

“I think…. My car… I pulled out in front of someone?” you ask, still unsure yourself, finding it difficult to make sense of the flash of memories from that moment.

She takes a moment, looking over your bandages, the tubes sticking out of you, and the drip that steadily held the pain at bay.

“Well that was kind of a stupid thing to do” she laughed, and gave you a look that you were all too used to.

You chuckle in response, her humour was something that always made you smile. The sarcastic jokes between you two growing up had become the love language of your friendship.

It was in this lull of silence that there was a knock at the door. Both your heads tilted to view who entered in.

You have a fond smile, as much as you could manage in this state, to Noah as he walked in, who looked like his eyes almost fell from their sockets. With a quick few steps, he was by your side, sitting opposite your friend.

If Noah looked shocked to see you, your friend looked like she just saw a ghost. He face didn’t move a muscle, eyes glued to Noah as she watched him take in the image of you in the hospital bed.

It was then when it clicked; you still hadn’t told her about everything.

It had all happened so fast, and you thought you were doing the right thing. Keeping your meetups private was you trying to be respectful of Noah.

Right now though, it would probably be best if your best friend had known what you had been up to.

Noah calls your name, bringing you out of the daze you were in. He looks at you with a worry stricken face.

“It’s okay, I’m okay… I think” you trail off. Your hand pats the top of his, that was hesitantly wavering on the side of the bed. Just as you feel the awkward silence begin, a doctor enters, flashing a glance between the three of you.

“You’re mostly right” he said, referring to your comment. “Lost a bit of blood, got a few cracks in the ribs, and you were severely dehydrated.”

The doctor seemed very relaxed about the state you were in, giving a strange sense of comfort. If he was calm, then you should be too.

“You’re going to need a hand moving around though. Your abdominal muscles will hurt like hell for a while. Is there someone who can assist you with daily tasks?” He asked, flicking through the clipboard of notes that hung by the end of your bed.

“Yes, she’ll be looked after” Noah responds, before even letting you speak.

“Great! You’ll be discharged soon. Take it easy and come back for a check up in a few weeks” the doctor stated, then exited the room.

“Noah…” you look at him, but he simply shakes his head.

“I’m the reason you’re here, I’ll be the reason you’ll recover just fine”. He sits back in the chair, glancing at the machines by your side. His jaw clenched as he looks away again.

“It’s not your fault” you say almost sternly, shifting as you try to sit yourself upright. The pain that tears through your abdomen makes you gasp and fall back, wincing and squeezing your eyes shut. It takes a moment for it to settle, and once it does, you let out a shaky breath.

As your eyes peel open, you look back at your friend. It was as though she was frozen. A statue. Eyes still locked on Noah, mouth slightly ajar.

“Is he the one who hit your car?!” she whispered, looking at you in a not-so-hushed tone. Her expression looked almost angry as she glanced at him again.

“No! No that’s not it!” It almost made you laugh, which hurt your chest.

“After the show the other week” you wince again, pushing in your arms to straighten yourself up. “Noah and I got talking. We've been talking.”

Her eyebrows raise in disbelief and she leans in close to you.

“Are you telling me you went on a DATE. And this has been going on for WEEKS?!” She attempts to whisper again, failing to hide her shock from Noah.

“We caught up yesterday… and today…”

Her reaction was yet again priceless. This time, along with the wide eyes, a smile graces her face, seemingly overcoming her star-struckness as she leans back in her chair.

“Do you know how insane this sounds? Like, this is actually crazy” she was now talking as if Noah wasn’t even in the room. She continued, “so, you’re dating the frontman of our favourite band?”

Your smile was all the answer she needed. She squealed in excitement, bouncing out of her chair to readjust her legs.

“You have to tell me everything about-“

She was cut off by Noah clearing his throat, a smug smile on his lips, even if he was still avoiding eye contact.

You mouth an “I promise” to your friend, who nods understandingly. She then stands, gathering her things into her bag and propping it over her shoulder.

“I’m only a phone call away. I mean it. If you need anything.” She stated matter-of-factly. You nod, squeezing her outstretched hand, before she bids her farewells and exits the room.

“She seems like a great friend” Noah comments as the door closes.

“She is. Been by my side forever” you say. Toying with the flimsy white hospital blanket. “You know you don’t need to help me. I know tour is still going and-“

“There’s nothing you need to worry about. It’s all been handled” he says calmly, intertwining his hand with your fidgeting one, looping his fingers between yours.

“Thank you” you say with a shaky voice. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were scared.

Over the next few hours, there are a few more visits from nurses, making sure that the injuries weren’t serious and that you were in the clear to leave. They seemed relieved when they saw the way Noah held out his hand for you to steady your balance. Despite a feeble attempt to walk on your own, he was insistent, and you couldn’t deny that it was indeed helpful to have him there.

He helped you into a cab that was ready and waiting, and you gave the directions to your home.

The cab ride was quiet, but Noah kept his hand in yours. He was careful as to not squeeze too hard as to hurt the bruising, and rushed as fast as he could to hold the door open for you when you finally arrived home.

You step from the cab and gather your belongings in a small bag, which Noah promptly takes for you and slings over his shoulder. You huff in response.

“I’ll need that so that I can unlock the front door.” You hold out a hand expectantly, but Noah ignores it. Instead, he runages through the tote, shuffling back the phone, wallet, even a stray tampon, and then raises the keys triumphantly. A few silver keys dangled, paired with your old key ring and the key to your car.

“I remember these!” He said happily as he reminisced on the story of how you met.

“That seems like forever ago” you reply, following as Noah walks towards the door, swinging it open and motioning his hand in front of him.

You step through the threshold and into your living room, glancing around to see the scattered mess that you had left pieces of clothing strewn carelessly by your bedroom door, after the fiasco that had made you be in such a rush earlier that morning. It was a little embarrassing, but with the feeling of drowsiness starting to set in, it didn’t really bother you that much.

Noah walks past you, placing your bag of belongings into the small island that was the center of your kitchen. He notices the yawn you let out and walks over to you, gently placing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you into a hug.

Your arms curl up to his chest as you rest your shoulder on him, his heartbeat steady beneath his shirt. Your eyes close, and you let out a breath, feeling content for the first time in hours.

“You should probably get some sleep. I’ll be right here if you need anything.” His grip tightens, and then loosens, as if to gesture to you to do as he says.

And you were not in the mood to argue. “Make yourself at home” you say, looking up at him drowsily, and he offers you a sweet smile back.

Without anything else said, you turn, heading straight for your bedroom. With the door closed, lights off, and finally under the covers, it didn’t take long to fall into a deep sleep.

It might have been the pain killers, the dark room, and just because you were flat-out exhausted, but it was hours later when you finally woke up.

There was no way of knowing what hour it was, your phone was somewhere else and the sky outside was a dark veil of a blue-black. Tip-toeing to the door, it creaks open, the light from the kitchen and living area still alight.

The clock on the wall shows the hands pointed at 12:45AM, and the TV continued to play a show that you hadn’t seen before. You walk towards the lounge, trying your best to be quiet on the hardwood floors as you could see an arm slung sleepily over the edge of the lounge, but fail once something twitches inside you, tugging at the injuries. You let out an involuntary yelp, falling forwards, arm only just catching the back of the sofa. Your other arm curled around your torso, clutching as though you were trying to hold yourself together. Tears started to well up and you were breathing heavily, huffing to try and control the searing pain that was starting to spread.

You startle Noah as he jolts upright in a panic, his hair completely strewn. His eyes are still half closed as he stumbles to his feet over to you, tripping over his feet a little. When he reaches your side, he helps you, taking a hand in yours, the other hand resting on your shoulder, semi-carrying your weight to lead you to sit down.

He steadies you as you lower, sitting while letting out a shaky breath. He still had your hand, clutching your fingers between his as your heartbeat finally started to come down to a normal pace.

Noah’s face was still covered in shock, processing what was happening around him. He looked concerned, hesitant to move, to touch you or help in any other way.

“I’m…. so…. sorry…” you huffed between breaths.

“S’okay” he murmured in response, clearly still half asleep.

“I can’t believe you’re still here” you say, looking at Noah, who met your eyes. It was an attempt to fill the silence growing in the room, and to distract you from the throbbing still occurring in your ribs.

“I wasn’t going to leave you here on your own.”

“You have things to do, shows to play. You can stay here, of course, but don’t you need to leave soon?”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” It was the casualness that he said it, that made you worry.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask, and he smiles, looking down at your hands.

“Everything has been sorted.” He comments, wriggling his fingers, turning your hand over in his.

“You’re awfully vague for someone who has everything planned out,” now you’re watching your hands, Noah begins to trace the lines of blue veins he sees under your skin.

“You didn’t cancel, did you?” It was almost embarrassing how fast you came to that conclusion, but he chuckles.

“No, the show is still happening. It’s not that far of a drive. Everyone else is heading in earlier, and I’ll meet them before the show starts.” He places your hand down, lifting his arm to rest over your shoulder. “And so will you.”

You look at him, unsure of what he was going on about.

“I don’t ha-“

“Like I said. It’s sorted.” He gives a small eyebrow raise as if to imply ‘I win’.

You, on the other hand, determined to flesh out as many details, pressed on.

“So how will we get there?”

“Car.” Noah was quick to respond.

“Who’s car?”

“Hire.”

“How long of a drive?”

“‘Bout an hour.”

He was looking smug now. You thought quickly to come up with more questions.

“What about after the show?”

“I’ll drive you back.”

“You’re not doing that.” You demand. That was too much on him.

“Yes I am.” He sounded like a stubborn child.

“It’ll be too late.”

His head rolls to the side, looking directly into your eyes.

“I’m a big boy, I can drive at night.”

It might have been the confidence that oozed from his voice, or the fact that he just called himself a ‘big boy’, but you felt something flip inside your stomach, a heat rising up to your chest, red bow flushing your cheeks with a hot glow.

All you could offer was a smile, looking back into his dark oak eyes. The way he was looking at you made you feel the safest you had ever felt.

Something came over you, and you held your breath, eyes slipping closed as you lean in, ever so slightly to Noah.

It could have been a hug, a kiss on the check, or something more mundane, but Noah knew this was an invitation. One he happily and needily accepted.

His lips meet yours, keeping his pressure light, but you needed a little more than that. You leaned more into the kiss, and he read the message loud and clear. His body shifts so that he’s facing you, leaning back and pulling you with him to sit atop his lap. Your lips are moving a little faster now, starting to part ever so slightly, so much that you can just feel Noah sweep his tongue over your lip. You reciprocate the action, holding onto either side of his face with your hands, knees now pinned on either side of his torso. Your lips part again, this time offering your tongue, and Noah opens needily. His breath is hot on your face as he tries to hold back every nerve in his body from taking this too far.

His head shifts closer to you, doing what he can in such confined space to bring you closer to him. His mouth moves with intent, like he was controls g each micro movement of his.

With the slightest tilt of your head, Noah’s lips crept to the nape of your neck, leaving a trail of fire where his lips and tongue darted across your skin. His hands gripped at your waist, digging into the sensitive skin being exposed from your shirt being tugged up just a little. His thumb rubbed carefully as though to say sorry, even though he wasn’t apologetic in the slightest.

All your mouth could do, while Noah’s lips were now starting to run down to your collarbone, was hang open. The sensation, the heat, and the overwhelming fire inside you made it impossible to move, just in case if you did then all this would stop.

Noah watched the way you were falling apart, and he loved every second of it. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.

When his mouth returned to yours, you followed his lead. Tongues were dancing intricately and intensely with each other. Heavy breathing would waft in brief periods when either if you needed a second to catch your breath, so the other would find something else to do with their mouth.

His hands are tight on your hips, fingers trailing up and down under your shirt, leaving the slightest of red marks from the pressure. It took everything in you to ignore the glaring pain that burned in your ribs, the feeling of fire ripping from both sides made your breath stop. Your head lifts a little, slowing down your passionate kiss, but Noah raises his head with yours, although as to make the moment linger for just a while longer.

You hated to do it, but there was no choice. The already existing bruises and injuries, paired with the lack of oxygen from not breathing properly was enough to make you lightheaded. You would have doubled over if you hadn’t already been laying horizontally.

You pull away, shifting so your hands are in fists on either side of Noah, bundled up and pressed into the thick fabric of the lounge. Eyes are tightly squeezed shut to focus on controlling your breaths.

Noah watches as a panic starts to rise.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“Noah, shut up.” You bark. His rambling makes it harder to will yourself to sit upright.

You push yourself back, now kneeling back in your legs, perched on Noah’s lap. Brushing your hair from your face, it takes a moment to steady yourself, but after twenty seconds, your eyes open. The pain is starting to subside.

Noah looks like he was in trouble. He held his hands up in surrender beneath you. Eyes blown wide as he took in the sight of you sitting precariously close to a certain something he had no control over in his pants.

He begins to shift beneath you, pulling himself up onto his elbows, eyeing you warily.

“Was that too much?” He questions.

One of your hands goes to rub the side of your face, eyes droop closed. You nod in response to him.

“It just hurt a little.”

You hadn’t noticed the tear that slipped out until it rolled down your cheek and fell onto Noah’s white shirt. His hand rubs up and down your arm to comfort you. With another shaky exhale, you open your eyes. Noah is being careful, despite his own desires at the moment, he looks at you as if to find the answer to what you need in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you finally say.

“For comforting you, or for kissing you?”

“…is it too weird to say both?” You both chuckle at the awkward remark. “I guess making out while you have injuries from a car accident isn’t the best way to have your first kiss together.”

Your legs slip off Noah, standing slowly and straightening out the clothes which had become so very twisted in the moments before. Noah sits up too, tugging at the sweatpants so they sit better, before reaching for a pillow, placing it gently on his lap.

You raise an eyebrow at him, before letting out a gutsy laugh. His eyes widen and looks to be shy all of a sudden.

“What?! I’m trying not to ruin the moment!” He states, but you can’t respond, still laughing at the innocence contrasted with the reason.

“Look, there’s other ways to get rid of it” he murmurs beneath his breath, teasingly, yet cautiously. His eyes are on you, wondering if the lewd joke had pushed the boundaries.

There was no denying the fire of lust burning in you, the way he made you feel made you weak at the knees.

“If it weren’t for these injuries, I’m sure we’d be finding out what those ways are.”

The somewhat directness from you caught him a little off guard, and it turned him on even more. He had to shift in his heat and readjust the pillow just to make his arousal a little less obvious.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his flustered state, and the way he looked away from you when you turned to see his reaction. He even raised his hand, biting down on a finger in an attempt to distract himself.

You laugh again, knowing full well nothing else could happen. These injuries were cockblocking you to the extreme. As inviting and tempting as he was, the pain wasn’t worth it. He knew it too.

After the moment had passed, Noah shifted again, moving the pillow so it sat by his side. He padded it, and you lay down, placing your head on the pillow. His fingers start to tangle with your hair, pulling and twirling the loose threads that were strewn across your face.

The low murmur from the TV was enough of a lullaby, paired with Noah’s careful caressing, that you drifted off to sleep soon enough. Noah stayed awake for a little while longer though. He watched the way your eyes fluttered behind their kids. The way your face would twitch or twist as your dreams u folded before you. He also noticed the way your body relaxed when he gently placed a hand on your side, thumb rubbing careful circles to sooth you.

Just as he was about to fall into a slumber, we was on the brink of a dream state himself, when you utter his name. A loving smile graced your face, and it made Noah’s heart swell tenfold. He knew, after this moment, he would do anything in his power to keep you.

Part 5

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[stassienott]

Hi! I have a request...

Could you write a Tom and fem reader smut where he's a soft dom and they have like sleepy comfort sex after reader has a bad day at work or something? If not, that'd totally okay and take your time:)

Thank youuu<3

feel better?

warnings - slight teasing, P in V, slight fingering, soft dom behavior.

i walked into my apartment with a groan. it was warm, familiar, and soothing. it drastically contrasted the cold, harsh weather outside. the walls were beautifully decorated with paintings and posters Tom and i had collected in the two years we had been living together. on any other day, i would’ve been more than happy to step into the warmly-lit apartment, however, after the shit day i had at work, i wasn’t happy to be anywhere. i put down my purse, and took off my coat, resting them on the coat rack next to the front door.

i walked into our shared room, my feet heavy. I kicked off my shoes, discarding them, somewhere in our room, too tired to care where. Tom was sat on the bed, perching up when he saw me, one of his big, calloused hands reaching out to stroke my shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles onto the skin.

“hey, schatz. how was your day?”

tom asked, his voice low and gentle, like he could sense the frustration in my body. i didn’t respond, only letting a huff out through my nose as a response. he shuffled, scooting towards me with a frown in response to my silence. he tugged me closer, his hand grasping my waist.

“what’s wrong? c’mon, talk to me.”

he mumbled, nuzzling his head into the side of my neck, and placing a few sweet and gentle kisses to the skin. i sighed through my nose, feeling my body relaxing. i angled my neck slightly and pulled my hair to the side to give him better access. he let out a small noise of appreciation, his kisses turning less innocent, with more ‘want’ behind each kiss. his large hands reached around my frame, fumbling with the bottom of my shirt.

“can i take this off?”

he asked quietly, his lips never leaving my neck. i nodded, whining quietly through my nose when he would kiss just the right spot on the skin. i could feel him grin against my neck, moving back just momentarily to slip off the cotton t-shirt. he smiled excitedly at the sight, his hands going to gently cup my breasts.

“so pretty, liebe. all for me, hm?”

he cooed, moving down to the foot of the bed, gently unbuttoning my jeans while looking up at me. i whined a little at the sight, appreciating just how good he looked on his knees, his dark eyes piercing through me. he pulled off the jeans completely, making sure not to tug too hard or hurt me. he discarded them somewhere across the room, not caring enough to put them away nicely.

“stop teasing, tom.”

i whined breathily, a little embarrassed by my own neediness. he chuckled, running his long, veiny finger along my lace panties. he slowly slipped them off, his fingers curling inwards to get a hold of the lace, tugging them down, grinning appreciatively at the sight of my juices already leaving a small stain on the fabric. he kept eye contact, smiling when my breath hitched as he ran his fingers through my folds, gathering the wetness with two fingers.

he slowly moved his fingers up, rubbing a small circle onto my clit. my stomach flexed, a shaky breath exiting my parted lips as the pleasure suddenly jolted through my stomach. my hips bucked slightly at the touch, Tom eventually moving one hand down to unbuckle his belt. his movements were sure, and smooth. he pulled off the belt without even bothering to look down, his focus completely on my cunt and the way my face contorted when he would tease and prod at my entrance.

“so wet, all for me, right schatz?”

he teased, slipping two fingers in me before i could answer, smirking when i stammered and my breath became shaky. i let out a shaky moan followed by a nod, feeling his long fingers stretch out my gummy walls. i bit down on my lip, my eyes squeezing shut. i could hear Tom’s zipper go down, him kicking off his jeans carefully. i opened my eyes, seeing his erection fighting to get out of his cotton boxers.

“please- tom.”

i whined, wincing slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness as his fingers exited me. i whined, huffing at the lack of something inside of me.

“patience, hübsches mädchen.”

he said with a chuckle and a shake of his head, tugging down his boxers and standing up, gently ushering me further onto the bed. i sat up, but was met with a strong hand gently pushing me down.

“sit back. let me make you feel good.”

he murmured, leaning in to place kisses on my collarbones and neck.

“you deserve it.”

he cooed, reaching behind me to gently unhook my bra. he shooed the bra off the bed onto the ground, his cold hands massaging the skin until they seemed to mould to his hands. he didn’t let up with the kissing, but he did move forward to run the head of his cock through my folds, me gasping when his tip got caught on my clit.

i let out another shaky moan, my stomach flexing and my back arching off the bed. a string of curses left Tom’s mouth, him gently groaning against my neck. “you ready for me?” he asked breathily into my ear, the warm gust of air on my skin only making me wetter. i nodded, immediately gasping and clawing onto his back when he made it halfway into me.

“shit, you’re so tight.”

he groaned, gritting his teeth as he bottomed out, giving me time to adjust whilst he showered me with praises and kisses at any point he could reach. he paused, but i could tell it was hard for him to wait. the way his fingers dug into the sheets and mattress gave him away. “just, just tell me when i can move.” he mumbled, resting his forehead against mine.

my chest was heaving, and my breath shaky as my walls attempted to stretch to fit all 9 inches of him inside of me. i nodded, giving him the green light to move. he nodded with an appreciative groan, catching my lips in a kiss as he slowly started to thrust into me. i moaned desperately into his mouth, my clawing off his back intensifying when he hit that spongey spot inside of me, my face contorting in pleasure.

“that feel good, schatz?”

he mumbled against my lips with a smug grin. i nodded, murmuring a breathy string of curses. i was struggling to kiss him back, my breath shaking and the way he stretched me out feeling better every moment.

tom’s thrusts didn’t falter, they actually only got deeper, practically knocking the breath out of me each time he hit my g-spot. i was writhing beneath him, feeling that oh-so familair coil in my stomach getting closer to snapping.

“fuck- tom m’ close-“

i breathed out, him nodding and directing his focus back onto my neck, placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the now sweaty skin. his strong arm snaking down to play with my clit, toying with it for a moment, before using his thumb to rub small circles on the bundle of nerves.

“shit! tom-“

he muffled my words by catching my lips in a kiss, groaning into the fight between lips. i could feel that he was getting closer too, his thrusts were getting frantic, and i could feel him start to twitch within my walls. i couldn’t help the moans and please from falling out of my mouth, his name a mantra spilling from my lips.

“i know, i know baby, c’mon, cum with me.”

Tom mumbled against my lips. my orgasm hit me like a truck, the feeling running all over my skin, my spine nearly snapping from just how hard my back arched. i moaned out his name, immediately gasping and feeling my walls flutter around him.

“fuck, schatz.”

he breathed out as he came inside me, thrusting into me to ride out our highs for a few moments. i exhaled through my nose as he pulled out, both of us wincing at the sudden cold feeling. he collapsed next to me, tugging my frame closer to his, our sweat making us stick together.

“i love you.”

he placed a myriad of quick kisses to my neck and jaw, his hands drawing circles around my waist as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck.

“you feel better?”

authors note

hope this is at least semi-okay! its my first writing for this account so i’m sorry if it seems a little rushed or anything, and constructive criticism is welcome!!

#tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x you #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel #smut #tokio hotel smut #tom kaulitz x y/n

[hotdilfs11]

.　　. 　 ˚　. Have we got our lines crossed? - Don’t waste my time, Victor Lundberg

✩ parings. (blk!reader x Rio)

✩ summary. Valarie was secretly a gang leader, and no one knew about it; however, she retired due to the FBI following her around for the past five years. Rio is a gang leader that her best friends work for; however, he has feelings for Valarie, but she doesn't really have them for Rio. Is she going to fall in love with him, or will they be at war?

✩ warnings. cursing, threats

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Beth's house-

A guy named Rio showed up at Beth's house, threatening all of us because of the money we took from the grocery store. I mean, I would too since we took over half a million, but it is what it is. We honestly didn’t know that he owned the grocery store or had ties with them, but I guess he did. Rio has a tattooed eagle on his neck and a buzz cut. He has warm, hickory eyes full of mystery, dominance, and a touch of familiarity that gave me comfort and excitement. He came in with three other guys. They all had a big build with tattoos and were wearing all black. Rio was also wearing black, but he was shorter than the other guys that were surrounding him; however, his body gave off a sense of security and self-confidence, making the three other guys look weak. His face contorted with rage, and his body was tensed up while he slowly paced throughout the kitchen as he made heavy eye contact with all four of us. His thick, husky voice echoed through the house as he made this short speech about getting his money back. I toned out half of it because I had made that speech a hundred times to people, but it sounded way better. We were all standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the guys he was with. Beth, Ruby, and Annie were all in tears, pleading for their lives, but I looked at him with a deceiving glare, not giving a crap about what he was saying. He was boring me, and I think he noticed that when he looked at me. He paused for a minute, and a heavy silence flooded the air. His eyebrows furrowed as he started walking slowly towards me. His jaw clenched up as his thick hazel eyes met mine in fury.

He wiped his mouth slowly as he got closer to me. "Oh, I’m sorry, am I boring you?” he said in a threatening voice. I looked up at him with an unbothered expression. "Nah, carry on, though,” I responded to him in a nonchalant tone. He started getting closer and closer to me, and my body started to tense up. I stood up straight as I kept eye contact with him, not giving him any satisfaction, but all he could do was give me a grim smirk. He chuckled. "So... you think this is funny, huh?"

I took a step towards him and looked up at him with a blissful smirk growing on my face. "Yeah, I actually do.” I paused. "Rio, right?"

I could see the anger on his face grow heavier by the minute when those words spilled out of my mouth. However, all he could do was laugh. He backed away from me, turning his back away from all four of us. “So you bitches think it's some kind of joke, huh?"

"No, we don't,” Beth said in a sharp yet anxious manner, looking at me with a scared look on her face.

I shrug my shoulders. “I think it’s fucking hilarious,” as the crack of my heels echoed through the house as I took my first step on the cold, hickory floor towards him, catching Rio's attention. He turned around in a swift motion as his cold, hard eyes caressed over my body. I stand closer to him as my chest brushes over his, feeling his body heat bounce off him and onto mine. Rio hovers over me and chuckles softly, breaking eye contact with me for a minute.

He looked back at me with a deceiving smirk on his face. “You got a lot of balls, ma; I like it.” He said it in a husky voice as he walked away from me and right out the door with everyone he brought

with him. I look over at him walking out with a smile painted on my face, amused by him even though it's a bad thing to feel like that but I did.

A months later:

Working with Rio has its ups and downs, but I’ve been through worse. My girls have been struggling with keeping up with the lies and guilt, especially my sister Ruby. All we're doing is spending fake money and turning it into real money, and I don’t know what's hard about that. They can’t keep up with any of this because of all the mistakes they're making, and I can't tell them because I don’t want them to know what I did in the past. Anyway, we almost got caught two times already, and it's kind of painful to watch, but I’m doing this for my girls and giving them what they need. It's not like I need the money I’m set for the rest of my life, but I know they don't, so I'd rather help them more than I ever did. They make their mistakes, and they’ll all move on from them, but this mistake was stupid as fuck even for them. And it's not even Ruby or Annie's fault; it's Beth's fault because she lets her emotions get the best of her. It’s been like that since I was a kid, and it’s not like the task was hard. It was just delivering trucks to a warehouse; however, Beth got pulled over, but she discovered that there was nothing in there, and the cop let her go. After that, she went to Rio, pissed him off, and threw the keys at his face. “What we had here is done; go home,” Rio said in a calm voice.

Now? I’m the one who has to get them out of it. We're in the kitchen as they tell me about the little plan they have for me.

“Please Val.” Ruby said it in an anxious voice. “You're the only one he has feelings for,” she announced quietly.

My eyes widened, and I looked up at Ruby, annoyed at what she just said. I lean against the counter, rolling my eyes. “The feels, Ruby, are you fucking kidding me?”

Annie sighs as her eyes furrow in worry. “I mean..." she says slowly as she anxiously plays with the sleeve of her shirt.

I turn my head towards her, letting out a soft chuckle. “So you guys all think that he..." They all slowly nodded their heads simultaneously, and I just looked at them in disbelief. I let out a frustrated sigh as they just all looked at me like lost puppies. “All you have to do is ask him to get us back in the loop; that's it." Beth announced softly, but all I could do was look at them with a dumbfounded look on my face. "Please,” Ruby begged. I looked into my sister's saddened eyes and sighed, "Fine, I’ll do it for god's sake, but if I get killed, I'm going to be pissed." They all had an innocent smile on their faces, and all I can do is roll my eyes at them.

Two days later:I stepped out of Beth's house, slamming the front door as I walked down her driveway towards a black Range Rover. I wore black jeans and a black fitted long-sleeve shirt. My black stilettos clacked against the rocky sidewalk as the illuminating car drew me closer to it, sending a bitter chill down my spine. A dash of excitement hit my body when I pulled the hasty black door handle, revealing Rio gazing over my body, looking up and down at me. I felt his strong pair of eyes still caressing my body after I got in the car

with him. I liked the feeling of him admiring me, but I’m here for business only. Rio lets out a soft chuckle, and being coy, he says, “You look so good today. Is this all for me, baby? Aww, you shouldn't have."

I roll my eyes and look at him with a judgmental glare. "Nah, I wore this for me, Rio. Now please drive.” I said as I turned my head away from him, looking out the window. I can still feel his eyes admiring me, but I didn’t pay any attention to him. He drove off after.

#wattpad #fanifc #fem reader #black writers #black fanfic writer #rio good girls #rio x reader #rio fanfic #manny montana #rio good girls fanfiction #manny montana fanfic #manny montana fic #creative writing #fiction #mafia fanfic #fanfic #enimes to lovers #dilfism #zoe kravitz

[ashisgreedy]

Richard Jackdaw x F!You

Short Drabbel

Spectrophilia | Voyeurism | "Forbidden" love

NSFW 🔞 MDNI

It was the fourth time this month Richard Jackdaw floated through your ceiling. It was like he knew when you were doing it. A sixth sense so to speak.

You kept your legs spread as you watch him get closer. His eyes moved all over your body wordlessly. You could see the longing etched into his features the closer he got.

At this point, his presence didn't shock you or make you nervous. You just let him watch as you pressed your fingers inside your slick entrance.

Your moan made him move closer, his eyes devouring the sight. His hands moved towards you as if he could touch you.

"So... perfect," Jackdaw whisper, looking annoyed when his hand phased through your thigh.

You teased yourself and touched every place that felt good between your legs.

"Tell me what you want. Guide me, Jack." You asked, fingers gliding over center.

His words and fantasies often brought you to your peak. You hoped tonight would be no different.

He bit his lip and leaned into your face. His gaze moving up and down your body.

"First," He started, "I'd kiss you until you were dizzy." He smiled softly. "Until your lips were swollen and plump."

You touched your lips, picturing the kiss.

His hand ghosted over your chest. "Secondly, ...I'd play with those beautiful peaks." He looked longing at your chest. "Touch them, tease them, bite them in the manner you love."

He groaned when your hands grabbed your breast. You pinched and rolled your nipples between your fingers looking up at Jackdaw's transparent form.

"Yes, darling." He watched as you continued to play with your breasts.

"I want marks," you add, already breathless.

"Ah, yes. I would leave so many pretty marks all over your skin. Little love bites all over your neck, proof of my desire for you, and just how passionate you make me."

You watch his eyes move down between your spread legs.

"Then what," You urged him to continue.

"Darling," He dragged his gaze back up to your eyes. "I'd kiss that pretty cunt of yours until you begged me to stop."

Your hand flew to your clit and you worked yourself over.

"Yes! Oh, gods." You whimpered.

"I want to taste you. I need to be the owner of your moans. I long to bury myself deep inside you and feel your walls snug around me."

You gasped and moaned as you worked yourself close to your peak. "Yes, yes... I want that. I want you!"

His face fell. He looked broken as you spoke those words. You wished you could take it back. It was only a slip-up. His brows pinching and his face contorting into a look of despair. He could never actually have you.

"And I'd give you all of me." He finally spoke. "Everything, I am is yours." He stated quietly, leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Such a beautiful thing you are."

You felt yourself get closer and closer to your climax.

"Jack... I'm close."

"Wait, don't come just yet." His hands moved like he was going to cup your face. You felt nothing despite his proximity. "Let me hear those pretty little moans a while longer."

This close, you could see his handsome features better. His dark eyes, flowing hair that flicked up and all the right places. His plush lips that must have once been very soft to kiss. You studied him as you kept yourself on the edge.

Your fingers delved inside as you held back at his request. "Yes, ah..." You bit your lip, keeping eye contact. "Mmm..."

He moved until he was between your legs, literally hovering over your body. He was in the perfect position, were he corporal, to make love to you.

"My love, my world." He whispered "My precious darling."

"Jack..." You whimpered. "I'm really really close, Jack... I need to come." You plead.

He looks down at your parted lips and gives you a small smile. "Then allow yourself the relief, but please... say my name as you do."

Your fingers pressed harder, just how you liked it, and your body pulsed with pleasure.

"Jack! Oh gods, Jack! Jack..." You moaned your nickname for him.

He smiled wide "That's it darling, let go."

In your haze, you could have sworn he thanked you.

.

He'd stay, he always did, as you came down. He happily chatted with you about nothing and everything for as long as you liked.

He told you tales of the romantic dates he'd love to take you on in the world beyond the castle and his fantasies about what your touch may feel like if he were in his body.

You both smiled at the adventures he promised to go on with you, despite you both knowing they were empty promises.

It was fun, yet heartbreaking, keeping this thing going between the two of you. Yet, it was also addicting and you both did not wish for it to stop.

#richard jackdaw #richard Jackdaw x you #my writing #welp. that happened #hogwarts legacy

[ms3ox]

w i f & e

In which, Alastor has his ego beaten into the ground, and still can't find a good reason to hate you.

Part I/???

Tags: Slow Burn, Really Petty Enemies to Lovers, Unintentional Marriage (soon)

Notes: I have a good ~40 pages of this already written. Lmk if you guys want more.

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At one point in time, Alastor could definitively say that he didn’t care what happened to his wife. 

You were… auxiliary at best and a nuisance at worst. A mess of naivety, youth, and a bumbling sense of goodness. Its truly a marvel how someone so seemingly innocent made her way down to the Pride Ring. But perhaps that was it. Pride. At least, that was his working hypothesis. He couldn’t say for certain what landed you eternal damnation, and perhaps it was none of his business anyway what with the way you kept it strictly under wraps. In another life, perhaps, Alastor would be curious, but time is wasted on flights of folly such as deducing the nature of his benefactor’s death. You had spiraling horns etched into your skull, so you were, in one way or another, just like the rest of them. 

It isn’t until he feels that tug that he realizes what he feels is nothing short of care. The phantom tugs at his chest, at his heart, a pitiful plea for help, but one that smells so familiarly sweet that he knows who it is and where its coming from.

And despite the way this growing humanity makes his fingers strain and curl, he dissolves into shadow and slithers toward your pull. 

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Boredom is the worst part of Hell. 

Killing and eating can only be so much fun. After disposing of his… hmm, how many now? After disposing of his thousandth body, he finds that the appetite following the kill is nigh on nonexistent. He’s just… restless and bored. There are no turf wars around, no drama within the collective of Overlords, Hell, even Vox has been a doldrum of content lately- a stream of useless garbage that seems even more mind-numbing than the demon’s usual flare for juicy gossip and electric presentation. 

Deal-making is the same as it always has been, too. Alastor finds himself putting in all the work, all the fanciful and dandyish flare to impress his prey before ripping their autonomy right out of them with a handshake. And they’re all the same. Scared, hopeless, down on their luck. Reluctantly trustful of a smile before regretting it for eternity. When one owns thousands of souls… none of it feels… fulfilling anymore. The blood-red skies of Hell seem to fade to a miserable, dried brown- the same sky he’s been staring up at for the past century. 

God, he is so bored. 

This is the real torture. The real damnation. 

Rosie must see the apathy in his eyes and dullness in his smile because her face quickly contorts into something concerned the moment he enters her emporium.

“Alastor?” She would whisper with that soft concern the ladies in his life harbor for him. Even that has become dull to him. “You look all outta sorts, mister. What’s goin’ on, hah?”

And just like many of the concerned ladies in his life, Rosie is quick to offer a solution. He sits with his fingers steepled and his gaze far, far away as Rosie explains another deal opportunity to him. For once, Alastor doesn’t feel like being theatrical. Boredom has sucked the life out of this radio broadcast. Newcomer… Naive… Struggling in Hell, yada yada. 

“...I’ll consider it.” Is Alastor’s simple and placating reply. 

—

The first thing Alastor notices is that you know your way around a knife. Not necessarily how to fight, but you seem to have a keen eye for all the mortal points on a demon’s body- and when executed correctly…

“Impressive, my dear!”

The dandyish facade and wide smile return again like muscle memory- perhaps that’s what it is after decades of tricking demons into eternal bondage. Your eyes narrow suspiciously as the tall, creepy man in the red coat takes measured, clacking steps toward you. Soon enough, Alastor finds himself on the sharper end of your bloodied little pocket knife. Come to think of it, Rosie had said something about the demon being somewhat adept with a weapon… He’s sure there’s more information that his boredom has glossed over and tucked into his memory, never to be found.

“Alastor,” He says without so much as a flinch, taking the other end of the knife and shaking it as if it were your hand. “Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure.”

He pays no mind to the way his blood seeps around it. He’ll visit the tailor for new gloves later. And… perhaps a dry cleaning, what with the violent spray of demon blood that the little demoness incurred with your paltry knife skills and scarily surgical precision. But you seem to pick up on the fact that no amount of ferality and intent to kill can bridge the sloping gap in power between you. Your eyes narrow.

“Do you want something?”

Alastor hums, tapping a finger to his chin. His polished shoes clack with every circling step he takes around you, you and your tattered rags you call clothes.

“Want is a strong word, my dear.” He taps your head with his microphone, then points to the disgustingly garish Embassy as another day drops from its count. “Our annual cull is coming soon. You won’t want to be a street urchin when God’s little pests arrive.”

The mention of God seems to set you off in some way. Your shoulders square, your eyes widen, and there’s some kind of hunger in your black irises that catches him off-guard for a moment.

Interesting…

“I believe it would be in your best interests to seek protection… Shelter…” He circles you once more before arriving at your front. Alastor extends his hand, bending down to meet the sprightly thing eye to eye. Your scleras are pure, white… untainted. Something he hopes to rectify.

“Let’s make a deal.”

A blade narrowly misses the underside of his rib, and he only realizes that when he sees one of his blackened, eldtrich tendrils squeezing at your wrist, keeping it firmly steady while it hovers just before his coat. Alastor clicks his tongue, straightening his posture. He could kill you…  but that feels like a waste of resources.

“Calm yourself, dear, I haven’t even outlined the terms!”

The girl’s eyes narrow even more, if possible, your thin brows furrowing in a way that casts angry shadows over your features. This was going to be a hard sell. But… Alastor’s been known to play with words. His hand finds your straining wrist, replacing the hardness of his power with a gentle touch.

“Pledge yourself to me and I-.”

“No.”

Alastor can’t help the sharp feedback his microphone makes at your sudden dismissal. You will just not let him get a word in edgewise, hm? His jaw hangs open in shock before he quickly rectifies himself, smoothing down his suit. Okay. He can work with no. He’s walked this path many times before. They always come crawling back, one way or another. 

“Hm. I hope you keep this conversation in mind then.”

He hums a jaunty tune as he leaves the stubborn girl to the shadows.

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#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel

[yanderes-galore]

If it's okay can I request Transformers Prime Megatron with your prompts 2, 11, and 44 with a human reader?

Of course! @okchijt and I came up with the plot for this one so hopefully it came out great after I fleshed things out :) This takes place a little after you're first abducted by Megatron.

Yandere! TFP! Megatron Prompts 2, 11, 44

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!"

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Cybertronian/Human pairing, Obsession, Torture mentioned, Threats, Kidnapping, Manipulation, Slight OOC Megatron, Forced relationship.

The fact humans were capable of such resolve both intrigued yet infuriated Megatron. How long had it been for you? Weeks? Months? It didn't really matter to him.

All he knows is for such a small thing you're resilient. Starscream has been sent to your cell on The Nemesis for a long time now. Despite the pain inflicted on your fleshy body, you refuse to talk or give up any info on the Autobots.

Starscream yet again kept disappointing Megatron. To think he's unable to make such a human talk is inconceivable. You're human, you should be cracking by now.

It's almost impressive really, even if it's pointless. Compared to most humans you never know when to quit. It's a trait that shows loyalty... to the wrong cause.

Despite your annoying stubborn behavior, Megatron found himself intrigued by you. Your traits frustrate him yet draw him in. He wants to know what makes you tick.

He oversees your interrogations, watching as you're either shocked or yelled at. Even through extreme psychological stress and threats you refuse to betray Prime. Megatron is almost jealous at such loyalty.

If only some of the Decepticons besides Soundwave and Shockwave show such loyalty.

Such intrigue prompts the Decepticon to remove Starscream from the job of interrogation. No, this was now between you and him. Your resistance is a trait Megatron wants to utilize... perhaps he can make a deal with you.

Megatron notices the confusion in your gaze when he steps in. A grin is on his face as you show slight weakness for just a moment. You quickly swap to a more defiant gaze right as Megatron locks the cell behind him.

"So you're the human that's been giving Starscream hell? I should thank you for that, actually. However, you aren't getting away with that when it comes to me." Megatron begins, observing your reactions carefully through his optics.

"We'll see about that..." You grumble just enough for the Decepticon to hear.

"Yes, we'll see..." Megatron begins. "We'll see what happens to your friends and family when you don't give up the Autobots. Even if you don't give the answer now... we'll find them. I don't mind extinguishing their spark in front of you."

Megatron sees fear flicker in your eyes at the threat but you still don't relent. Starscream, as much as he hates to see it, was right. In a sense....

"Think about this instead, for being a human you could make a great Decepticon."

He sees your face contort into disgust.

"I'm not telling you anything! Just as I have multiple times before! Let me go... kill me... it doesn't matter just as you said. I'll never tell you about the Autobots. They're my family, they care for me and they'll find me!"

Megatron felt his Energon heat at the fact you're defending the Autobots. The Autobots are scum... the fact you still stick by them on his turf sets him off. He was even starting to consider sparing you as a Decepticon if you've survived months of torment!

You needed to crack... now.

"I'd crush their heart in front of you if it meant you'd only love me!" The Decepticon roars, revealing a key factor of his intentions.

After the outburst there's silence. You stare wide-eyed at Megatron as he glares down at you. Megatron does realize what he said and takes a moment to ponder. It's a bit degrading to himself to stoop down to liking a human this much but... you're an exception. Perhaps while watching you and growing annoyed he was just in denial about such a fact.

Either way it appears he can use this as leverage.

You still appear to be processing the accidental confession. It's a surprise to him too. The silence is deafening as you try to process the disturbing confession given by your captor.

"Love me...?" You say in nearly a whisper. "How could a monster such as you love me? Didn't you say you hated humans?"

Megatron tries to search for an answer, momentarily distracted by his own confession and your questions. You're pushing him in a corner. It's surprising how fast you swap the power in your favor even if it's for a moment.

You really are something special.

"Go on, answer!" You growl. "If you said you hate my kind, what makes you think a confession such as that will make me love you?"

Megatron is silent, watching you bark at him like an angry dog. You are quite brave yet stupid to fight someone like him. It's what he likes about you... yet it stings slightly.

His silence prompts you to continue.

"The likelihood of me loving you, if that is truly what you want, is about as likely as you beating the Autobots!"

Megatron takes note of the grin on your face. You're enjoying the power trip. You haven't been on control of your situation for a long time now. You're reveling in the momentary power.

He'll put an end to that, you've asked enough questions already.

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!" Megatron counters. "Mocking me is a poor decision. You are not the one in power here."

He hates that you somehow have such an effect on him. He could squish you with his claws but he doesn't. No... he "cares" too much, huh?

You take notice due to being such a perceptive human.

"You have one last chance to cooperate. Things will only get worse from here if you continue." Megatron warns. He's already being too merciful with you as his. You only smile sweetly.

"You couldn't hurt me... you LOVE me, don't you-"

*SLAM*

The noise of Megatron's fist puncturing the wall rings in your ears. You have a look of fearful surprise on your face when you catch a look of Megatron's blazing red optics on you. Only now to you shut up, realizing playing with your captor really won't at all be like Starscream.

Megatron's deathly silent as he lowers himself to snatch you up in his hand. You now begin to shake, losing the confidence you once had. So much for the tough act....

It seems only now you understand the power imbalance between you two.

"Your tongue is so sharp... wouldn't it be a shame if I had to silence it?" Megatron mocks, grinning when he sees you tremble in his hand. "You need to learn your place. You're still a human after all."

For once, you're shocked into silence. You can tell by the gaze in Megatron's eyes that you've sealed your fate. He isn't going to kill you, at least you think....

He's going to put you through hell and back for trying to mess around with him. You wish you held your tongue. What were you thinking, mocking Megatron as a human?

You can only guess it'll be much worse than when you misbehaved around Starscream.

Even if he did say he "loved" you.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #yandere tfp megatron #yandere megatron

[feasibilities]

Headcanons about Namor- 18+ 𓆙

Warnings: Auralism (fetish for sounds), Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Group Sex (different genders), Aphrodisiac Foods, Breeding Kink, Masturbation, Slight Degradation, Nipple Play, Hair-Pulling, etc.

Author's Note: I told y'all that I was gonna go all out for Namor. He's nasty as hell. Sorry, not sorry. Enjoy! 😇

𓆙 Your relationship with Namor was fascinating. You were a siren of Talokan who caught his eye (ear, technically) while he was making his daily rounds. To your surprise, he asked you to live at his palace.

𓆙 He took to you almost immediately. Working as one of his sirens was a delight. He complimented your voice constantly & always asked you to sing.

𓆙 You noticed that he always offered you aphrodisiacs like Chocolate, Avocados, and Pomegranates. You pretended that you didn't see him watching you eat.

𓆙 The juice of the fruits dripped down your chin. It turned him on.

𓆙 You spend your nights admiring the decor until the sounds of the ocean lull you to sleep. You often slept nude.

𓆙 One night, you had a wet dream about Namor. In the dream, you were riding him on his throne overlooking Talokan. Your moans harmonized with his. He had a vice grip on your hips. You awoke when you orgasmed in the dream.

𓆙 You feverishly reached down & started fingering yourself. Wet sounds echoed through your room. You covered your mouth to muffle your moans.

𓆙 Covering your mouth meant nothing as Namor heard you grunting in your sleep & came to check on you. He stood in the doorway and watched you obliviously fuck yourself.

𓆙 Namor’s hearing was extremely sensitive. He could hear the most minute sounds of surrounding marine life. He could even hear the movement of tectonic plates below the ocean floor.

𓆙 Sounds of pleasure were his favorite. He could hear how someone's heartbeat flutters as they orgasm. Moans, labored breathing, wet noises, skin hitting skin--just to name a few.

𓆙 As you approached your climax, he watched you unravel. You stopped muffling your moans. Your breasts heaved. Your legs shook as arousal spilled out of your entrance.

𓆙 Namor walked to your bed and leaned over you. He kissed you with wild abandon. You were startled, but you kissed him back. He pulled away and peered into your eyes. He asked you Jach éek'. Yéetel máax soñabas, yaakunaj. (You're so filthy. Who were you dreaming about, love?) You said Táan u betik wéetel, K'uk'ulkan. (I was dreaming about you, K'uk'ulkan.)

𓆙 He brushed his fingers against your entrance, arousal coating his index & middle. He sucked them off and used them to toy with your nipple. You moaned in bliss.

𓆙 Ko'oten tin wéetel. Yaanten ba'ax we'esik ti' teech. (Come with me. I have something to show you.) You hastily slid on a backless gown and followed behind him.

𓆙 He took you to his cave where 6 people (3 men and 3 women) were having an orgy. He enjoyed the shock on your face.

𓆙 For hours on end, all 6 people ravaged you. Feeling that many different hands overwhelmed your senses. Your screams of pleasure filled the beautiful space. Namor watched on, touching himself occasionally.

𓆙 Once they were finished, Namor laid you on a stone stab. He slowly stripped off all his clothing, only leaving his arm braces on. Everyone watched him intently.

𓆙 With due respect to your new suitors, Namor was miles ahead of them. He was fucking you so good that you went in and out of consciousness. He contorted your body in all types of positions. He managed to hit your g-spot in every position.

𓆙 He kept encouraging you to be vocal. A harmonious song of splendor was created by both of you. You clung to him desperately. Your suitors sang your praises.

𓆙 When he was getting close, he put you in the mating press position. He pulled your hair back so you couldn't leave his gaze. Ko'oten wo'osal. Ka'ach a paalal míos. (Come for me. You will bear my children.)

𓆙 His thrusts were bullish and careless. You felt like the air was being knocked fucked out of your lungs. The only sounds that could escape your mouth were pants. Tears of satisfaction rolled down your cheeks.

𓆙 At last, you felt him fill you up with one last thrust. You praised him. Je'el in Ajaw. Ya'ab in tia'al tu láakal. (Yes, my king, I'm all yours). His groan shook the entire cave and thrilled your suitors. He watched his seed drip out of you.

𓆙 Although hedonistic, Namor secretly loved having you & many others at his disposal. He knew their devotion to him was permanent. You were looking forward to bearing the children of the Feather Serpent God, especially if conception began like this.

#namor #namor smut #black panther #wakanda forever #namor of talokan #talokan #k'uk'ulkan of talokan #fanfiction #smut #hcs #my writing #writers #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta mejia #namor imagine #namor x reader #love #bp2 #liikik talokan

[vivalarevolution]

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

Neteyam x Human Reader

Request: „Neteyam having a wet dream about reader‟

A/N: Idea sent by anon. I tried to create a bit more than the request itself said. I hope you will like the story and enjoy reading it.

English is not my native language, so mistakes can happen. The work contains smut, minors do not interact.

*Characters are aged up.

She moved so sweetly. Moaning and whimpering right into his mouth, which brushed against each other but did not connect, driving him crazy. His hands tightened on her hips, trying to pull her closer, but she didn't budge, stubbornly gliding up and down his manhood.

-My Teyam - she barely managed to choke out, her eyes glazed with tears, her hair scattered over her body, sticking to her in some places through the sweat on her skin - So good, oh so good.

His golden irises couldn't tear themselves away from her face contorted in a mimic of pleasure, even though such an unholy sight was within reach of his hand, all he had to do was look down at the place where they were joined to see the bulge that grew larger with every time the tip of his member reached her cervix.

But he kept his eyes up, something in the girl's expression was even more sinful, even better. The way she looked at him, the way she opened her mouth to make such sweet sounds, the way her cheeks flushed intensely, the way her skin glowed giving her a godly charm.

-My beautiful angel, you're doing so well - he praised her, cupping her left cheek with his big hand - So perfect for me.

-For you - she repeated, pushing her ample breasts forward so that they pressed into his chest, giving both the feeling of being even closer - I do this only for you, my Teyam, because I am yours.

Yours to take.

Yours to love.

Yours to dream about.

Suddenly his eyes opened, and the feeling of intimate warmth was replaced by a cold realization that slowly melted into his mind.

Neteyam wiped his face with his hand, scolding himself silently. It was just a dream. An unreal, sinful, passionate dream about her.

His beautiful angel.

She couldn't be anything else. When his father explained the meaning of the word to him, he knew it was describing Y/n because only she had recreated that immaculate description. And like an angel, she was too good for him, too beautiful to look at and too tempting to resist.

The young man couldn't forget her, not when she haunted his mind all the time and not when his eyes could see her so often.

He tried to be secretive but he knew he had fallen long ago, he also tried to be tough but one inviting glance from her beautiful eyes was enough to make him follow her, he tried to be relentless but the touch of her hand on his cheekbone broke him.

-Is something bothering you? - girl asked, walking next to him, their hands rubbing against each other from time to time, spreading electrifying shivers on Neteyam's body.

-I...-he started, but stopped, thinking hard about the answer - Yes - he replied, sighing, and when his eyes met those of Y/n he continued - For a long time.

She frowned in concern, looking at him more closely, after a moment hesitantly intertwining their fingers with each other. Difference in their size was significant, the na'vi's blue hand almost engulfing the one belonging to the human beside him.

-Do you want to tell me? - she asked more quietly, still not taking her eyes off him.

Boy thought for a long time. Walking across the empty beach, the only witness was the moon.

-I'm in love with a woman I can't have - he confessed, trying to hide the bitterness in his voice, failing instantly.

Y/n, unknowingly, stopped at these words, but she came to her senses quickly, putting on a serious expression on her face.

-You should tell her - she admitted honestly - We are adults, Neteyam. We can't hide our feelings, we have to face them.

Yes they were adults. Yet they still had young hearts, so fragile and so vulnerable ,so easy to break.

-I don't think you understand how much I love her - he said, as if the girl knew who he was talking about -If hiding my feelings gives me the assurance that she'll be there beside me, then I'd rather keep my mouth shut and never open them again.

-You'll only hurt yourself more than you hurt yourself now - she said in a soft voice - When you love someone, don't wait because you might lose them forever. And only regret will remain.

Neteyam stared at her intensely. His gaze pierced not only her body, but also her soul. She wasn't sure what to do, so she waited patiently, watching his actions as suddenly the whole world was plunged into darkness and nothing else mattered except the person in front of them.

As his hand moved slowly towards her, finally finding its place on her cheek, she didn't stop him. When her body was pulled closer to his torso, she let him. When his warm lips met hers in a gentle and sensual kiss, she melted.

With every minute that passed, Neteyam dreams became reality. Their dance from seemingly innocent and sweet turned into a full repertoire of heat and lust as their hands roamed both bodies, trying to memorize every shape or birthmark with their fingertips.

-You taste so sweet Y/n - he whispered into her mouth, his big hands rubbing her thighs.

-Teyam - she whimpered as he pulled away from her swollen lips, marking her neck with wet kisses.

Soon the boy knelt in front of her, but he still had to bend down to have convenient access to the girl's chest, which was hidden behind the nets forming her upper clothes. His fingers involuntarily glided over her round, firm breasts, agonizingly slowly tucking the bright material up, revealing one of her private parts.

Her nipples stiffened against the cool air, and a gasp accidentally fell out of Y/n's mouth. When Neteyam looked up, he met the girl's face ,who was watching his actions as if in a trance.

-How does it feel? - he asked close to her ear, pressing down on her ample breasts, his thumbs rubbing a pair of nipples.

-Pleasant, so very pleasant - she replied, closing her eyes, surrendering to the feeling.

-And now? - he asked again, after a moment kissing her chest, unable to stop himself from sucking on her soft skin where large red marks began to appear.

-Addictive - she confessed timidly, looking at the dark sky from under her half-open eyelids.

Neteyam merely grunted in delight, placing his hands on her spine, carefully pushing her backwards. Y/n settled down on the sand beneath her without protest, too curious to see what would happen next.

His lips didn't leave hers even for a moment, worshiping her little body that trembled with excitement and desire.

He took his time, exploring every inch of her body with his tongue. Her belly, her navel, her hips, her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles. Nothing has been missed.

-Will you let me? - he asked, his fingers gliding along her inner thighs, feeling how wet and warm they were.

-Of course, Teyam - she whispered, running her fingers through his hair, carefully grabbing his braid so that he could feel at least a little of what she felt right now.

The boy moaned softly, pressing their foreheads together. He was so sensitive that even the slightest touch of her fingers on his kuru sent shivers down his spine.

-No - he said suddenly, and Y/n looked at him with questioning eyes - Tonight, I want to worship you my Y/n, nothing more. It's only you that counts - he added, looking at her with his golden eyes, from which adoration poured out.

Young woman, smiling tenderly, kissed him one last time before getting comfortable, spreading her legs for Neteyam, who followed her movements. His hands massaging the skin on her ribs.

-I'm yours my Teyam. Do whatever you want with me - she said softly, and he almost got a whiplash.

Those words. He felt like he was dreaming again, but the warm skin under his fingers, the sand under his feet and the girl's rapid breaths made him realize that everything was real.

The dark-haired na'vi lay on his stomach, placing Y/n's legs on his broad shoulders. His lips pressed against her swollen womanhood, which was dripping with juices, twitching and begging to be taken care of.

Her body arched as he began to feast between her legs, ravenous, devouring everything her flower of femininity was giving him. She writhed under him, moaning and whimpering alternately, unable to stop herself. And when Neteyam slowly inserted two of his fingers inside her , filling her up to the brim, the girl couldn't stand it, screaming in ecstasy that took over her body.

Feeling the walls of Y/n tighten on his fingers, making him barely able to move them, he sped up, wanting to hear once again the beautiful sounds that were directed only to him, his tongue not even for a moment detached from her folds, riding lazily up and down, occasionally entwining around her clitoris.

And then he felt her sweet nectar, sweeter than anything else he had eaten or drank.

He felt enslaved, but he didn't care. As long as he could feast between her thighs, listening to her sweet moans and whimpers he didn’t care. 

Because his sinful dream became an even more sinful reality.

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