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a-nuisance-called-sam · 1 year

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Warning: smut, oral sex, pussy eating/cunnilingus, fingering, non con/rape, yandere, somnophilia, bondage, biting, character x reader, forced orgasm, reader has pussy, neither character nor their gender is specified.

Character x reader

Waking up from your sleep you are met with a silhouette of a person between your legs and your hands tied above your head. Their arms gripping onto both your thighs while their head buried between them, busy making out with your pussy, sucking and licking on it like their life depends on it. A scared and strangled cry leaves you at the sight of what's happening, causing the person to stop and look up at you; mischief and lust dancing on their face. Keeping eye contact, they slowly bite the insides of your thigh, sucking on it gently. Panicked, you wiggle and try to move away from them, only for them to pull you back in and hold you down in place. Going back to gliding their tongue on your clit ever so slow and gently, teasing you all the while staring into your fearful eyes, like a predator with its prey. Closing their eyes they shift their focus back to your pussy. Moving their face a little lower, their tongue starts to play with your hole, the wet muscle lapping at your essence and slithering it's way into your tight little hole. They remove one hand from your thigh and bring them to play with your clit again. Lightly pinching and rubbing at it, making you breathe heavily. You didn't wanna give into the pleasure that you were receiving against your will but your body wasn't agreeing with that. Soon at every swipe of their tongue and finger over your clit and clenching hole, a moan of pleasure would escape you. No matter how much you wanted to control them, they just came out louder. The person switched the placement of their tongue with their hands and vice versa. Now their tongue was sucking and licking over your clit once again but only this time with more force. While the hand took care of your clenching hole. With how wet you already were, they easily slipped two fingers in and started fucking your hole. You bite your lips to stop the moans but it turned out to be futile as the person worked wonders with their tongue and fingers. But just listening to you moan was not enough for them; they wanted to hear you scream in pleasure and come undone in their mouth. So with that goal set in mind, they added another finger to your hole and started to fuck you hard on their fingers. Driving them knuckle deep into you and slightly curly them upwards to hit your spot. "Be good and cum for me darling." They tell you as their tongue and fingers work to give you the world shattering orgasm of your life. Your vision goes black as you arch your back during the orgasm. The person between your legs drinks up all that you give with great joy. Your essence drips down from their chin as they raise their head and finally let go of your legs. Your eyelids grow heavier by the second due to exhaustion but right before you pass out, you hear them say something; something that makes your blood run cold.

"You're forever mine now. "

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prttykittes · 5 months

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ෆ Perv! Unspecified X Afab! reader [you/your]

— Synopsis:: He loves you so much but hes so shy so he uses you aka an random girl he hooks up!

CW. Oral sex(female), Sex while standing up, P in V, perverted character, character doesn't care for the girl in this and just wants to imagine it's you, no aftercare

A/N :: This was inspired by scary movie 2! :3, I watched this movie with my family, Scary movie franchise is funny but weird at the same time— written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — (⁠ノ⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠)⁠ノ hihihiihiihihihi

He grunts while he holds "you" up, his head between "your" neck. "Your" legs were wrapped around him, "your" arms wrapped around his neck. "You" were clenching around him, he lets out moans while he closes his eyes and ignores the girl's voice, trying to imagine it's your voice not hers. He opens his eyes and is met with a paper bag over her head, she tries to take it off. "No, no. Don't take it off, you look hot like this." He mutters to the girl, he was lying but he didn't want to see her face, it would ruin his imagination. The girl nods her head and holds the paper bag in her head, he closes his kinds and roughly fucks "you" against the door, his movements making the door rattle and make loud banging sounds, like how he is banging "you" right now. He grunts when he mutters out your name, god "you" felt so tight around his cock. He kisses "your" shoulder before his dick squirts out white sticky liquid inside of "your" cunt! The girl tries to take the bag off and kiss him but he shakes his head. "No, don't ruin it" he mutters out, oh god how much he wanted...

#kittymilk #kittypussy #x reader #x reader smut #bsd smut #genshin smut #bsd x reader #genshin x reader #unspecified x reader #male character x reader #male oc x reader #perv!character #obey me smut #smut #character x female character

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Ominis gaunt x reader please.

Gorgeous Boy

Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy the fic. Any and all feedback is appreciated.

It was a warm evening in the Slytherin common room. You were currently sitting on one of the couches with Ominis laying his head against your lap, the sound of the fireplace crackling and Ominis' relaxed breaths being the only things you could hear.

Ominis hums as you run your hands through his blonde locks, lightly scratching his scalp. His pale blue eyes closed as he relished the feeling. You couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous boy under your gaze, the lighting really bringing out his beauty. Your free hand made its way to his own, bringing and holding it at his chest, gently rubbing his palm with your thumb. "You're so handsome, darling." The hand in his hair moved down to his face to move the lingering strands of hair out of the way, before quickly placing a kiss on his forehead. You quickly lean back up, lightly chuckling as his lips curve upwards and cheeks start burning up.

You closed your eyes, moving your head back onto the couch as you continued playing with the soft hair lying underneath you. You felt the blonde boy shuffle against your lap, looking down, you see his face snuggle into your thigh. The hand that was previously holding his hand moved to rest on his back, slowly rubbing it up and down, you hear Ominis sigh. Continuing the motion for a few minutes, you start to hear light snores. Smiling, you look down, Ominis had fallen asleep in your lap. You hummed in content before whispering a goodnight to the unconscious boy.

A/N: Apologies if Ominis is a bit ooc or if the fic just doesn’t make sense. It’s my first time writing for him and I haven’t really figured out what he’s like. I’ll do a little research on his personality the next time I write for him.

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luvvsoft · 30 days

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ᰔᩚ male character x reader, angst, past breakup, toxic relationship, lots of tears, reminiscing, desperation like really bad… an unhealthy amount, you call your ex

word count: 399

working on requests but i’m swamped by work<33 tysm if you requested, i’m getting to it !!

Ring, ring.

A sound you thought would never hear from this line again. You tried to move on— to block him and forget so many painful memories, but alas, you were too weak. Too focused on the memories that once were and what could have been of you.

You tried to forget the stinging tears and endless nights waiting for him to love you like you did that came with loving him. You tried to forget how he so easily left you for another, another that was infinitely better than you could have ever been. You really did try, but you couldn’t.

You promised to distance yourself, already shedding so many tears for him. You cared too much, while he cared so little— so little that your heart couldn’t take it. So little that you left, but here you were once again at his feet.

Clouded by your misery and loneliness, you called him. You promised yourself you wouldn’t, yet here you were: on the line, waiting for him to pick up, if he even would.

He wouldn’t, you concluded. The line had been ringing for too long, and he must not want to hear your voice. You shouldn’t have done it, even if you so desperately wanted to hear his sweet voice vibrate in your ears.

Voicemail.

He didn’t pick up, you were right. You shouldn’t have, you wouldn’t have. If it weren’t for the sight of a guy who looked just like him on the street, holding a girl’s hand. It reminded you of him— of how you used to be before he revealed who he really was. The face behind so many disguises, so many lies and deceptions.

A tear fell on your screen, would you really do this? Were you this desperate?

You knew the answer, and now he would too.

“Hey, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me, but I want to talk. I miss you a lot. Please call me back, please. I still love you so much. I’m sorry, but call me back and hear me out.”

Why couldn’t you let go of him?

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 4 days

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⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

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You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

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During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

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While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

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Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

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You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

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[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]

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shitnpiss · 2 years

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Personal complaint or PSA or whatever about either of the stans x reader fanfiction, or any male character x reader fanfic, if you're writing fanfiction with smut, and your reader is AFAB and not male, please do *not* tag your work as M/M. Even if the reader is gender-neutral. As an AMAB person it is super frustrating when I am looking for a x male reader fanfic and I filter just for M/M works and find mostly AFAB gender-neutral reader results tagged as F/M and M/M. And filter-excluding F/M removes potentially good gender-neutral reader fics that don't describe an AFAB nor AMAB reader. There's not many AMAB people in fandom in my experience, much less cis masculine people, so people like me have a hard time finding quality gay smut describing a reader with a pickle for their private instead of three tooshie holes.

Point is, I and the other AMAB people looking for male character x male reader fanfic would appreciate it if authors didn't tag their AFAB gender-neutral reader fics as M/M.

#fanfiction #fanfic #smut mention #nsft mention #stanford pines x reader #stanford pines x male reader #stanley pines x reader #stanley pines x male reader #male character x reader #male character x male reader #male reader #amab reader #afab reader #whatever else i should tag #i just want people to see this

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beautifulgirl223 · 1 year

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Hello all! Well this is my first time writing and posting to tumblr, but I had this idea that I could just not let go of in my head, so here we are. I wrote this with Eustass Kid in mind because I’m absolutely obsessed with him and want to do filthy things with him, but I wrote it to allow you to add any male character you’d like. I wrote the reader gender neutral, and with no descriptions of anything so anyone could enjoy. Anyways. Here’s this. I didn’t proof read : D and I have no idea how to make my posts look pretty like other writers. So let me know if I miss anything. No smut. I wish I could write it, but I’m so bad at it. I’d be willing to corporate with someone on this if they wanted to write the other half 🤷

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“If you don’t think you can do it, then just say that.” You desperately tried to maintain the facade of indifference as you turned your back to him.

He knew what you were doing. You were only trying to get a rise out of him. It was a stupid game that he didn’t see the point of.

And you were always good at getting a rise out of him.

“Give me the damn chocolate…” he mumbled under his breath as he popped 2 into his mouth.

“Babe! You’re only supposed to take half!” You exclaimed as you watched him swallow the aphrodisiacs. He raised his eyebrows challengingly.

“Aww sweetheart. Don’t think you can do it?” Using your exact words against you in a condescending tone.

Narrowing your eyebrows at him, you grabbed 2 from the package and ate them as you glared at him.

“Oh I know I can do it sweetheart,” you say with emphasis on the word, “It’s only a matter of time before you come pleading at my feet. Just begging to fuck me into the mattress.”

“Oh I was gonna do that anyways,” he said with a shrug as he went his own way to do whatever it was that he does during this time of day. “Only it’s gonna be you pleading me to fuck you until you forget how to breathe.”

He was out of earshot before you could even come up with a retort. You couldn’t help but lightly stop your feet like a little kid throwing a tantrum would. You were supposed to get under his skin. Not the other way around.

You were a bit worried though. Not that the chocolate was going to kill you. But you did both just take 4 servings…

*** 20 minutes later ***

This was a huge fucking mistake.

You hated to admit it. The last thing you wanted to do was prove him right. But it was impossible to focus on anything else when your brain was only concerned with you laying on your back underneath -

Holy shit you needed to focus.

You sat at the kitchen table attempting to get some work done. Your face was warm as you tried to rein in your thoughts.

Crossing your legs to try and alleviate some of the discomfort you felt in between your legs. Only to have made your arousal worse. Desperate for clarity, grabbing the biggest glass availed and poured the coldest glass of water you could handle. Hoping to lower your temperature.

You had no idea where he was at. Noting how you hadn’t seen him for the last 20 minutes, you were starting to get pissed off. It makes sense that the aphrodisiacs would respond differently between the two of you, but was he not feeling anything at all? It wasn’t fair. He had 4 servings of the shit. It was only a matter of time before you decided your pride wasn’t worth it, and ask him to take care of you.

You went to sit back down until you heard heavy breathing headed straight towards you.

Speak of the devil.

He came into the room, and he had never looked more attractive than what he does right now.

His shirt nowhere to be found. Showing off his flushed midsection and neck as he continued to breathe hard. His skin was radiating heat, and you could feel the lust rolling off of him in waves as he moved towards you.

You felt no shame as you allowed your eyes to roam down his body. His dick straining against the fabric of his pants. It looked painful. You almost felt bad.

With his presence, you remembered that you have a game to play. You forced your eyes away from your man’s crotch and just barely got away from his reach as he tried to grab you.

The growl of warning was enough to make your knees buckle for a quick second. The sound going straight to your crotch. Suppressing your urges you managed to turn and look at him.

“Well someone looks absolutely ruined,” you chuckled as you took another sip of water. Trying to feign any symptoms of lust. Knowing good and well that you were as bad as he was.

He ran a frustrated hand down his face in order to try and calm down.

“You’re not looking much better,” he managed to get out with a strained voice. “You were staring pretty hard at something only a moment ago.”

“What? I can’t admire how pretty my man is?”

“Why don’t you admire me from on top of my face huh? Bet you wanna take a ride.”

The whimper left your mouth involuntarily. He was gonna cost you the game with how he was talking.

He smirked. Seeing to have gained a moment of control as he reached for you once more. This time not having the strength to move, you allowed him to manhandle you. Relishing in how his hands felt as they moved across your body.

“Whatdya say sweetheart? Wanna admit that you can’t go any longer without me splitting you open with my cock? Just ask nicely and I promise to give it to you,” he whispered in your ear. His breath fanning across your neck in addition to his hands groping you everywhere he could reach made for a losing combo.

The arousal was building to the point it hurt. You could rub one out to save you the disappointment of losing to him. But the idea of pleasing yourself when you had a man that could please you so much better than you could yourself made you want to cry. You didn’t want to think about getting off any other way if it didn’t involve him over, under or behind you in someway.

He was grinding his erection against your body, and groaning at the friction. Essentially dry humping you through multiple layers of fabric.

“Just say the word sweetheart and make sure you can’t walk tomorrow,”

He was playing so dirty. Touching you and promising filthy acts in your ear. Your knees buckled under the sensations, but he was there to grab you. Like he always was.

Somehow you managed to catch your breath and steady your legs before you maneuvered out of his grip. The look of shock on his face was quickly replaced by one of annoyance. He thought he had you.

“How about some other time? I’m kinda busy working right now,” you say as you sit back down with your work.

You knew it would be impossible to finish any work right now. It was the last thing on your mind as you had someone who was ready to ravish you at the drop of a hat who stood no more than an arms reach away.

You force yourself to break his gaze by staring back at your work. Internally kicking yourself for wanting to win this stupid game when you were horny to the point of pain. You would make sure to never take that much aphrodisiac ever again.

The only noise in the room came from the heavy breathing the two of you shared before he mumbled something you didn’t quite catch.

Moments later he scooped you up in his arms and was racing towards your shared bedroom.

“Fuck this stupid game. You win alright?”

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Please do not take my idea or copy my writing anywhere :) all the rights here belong to me 😈

#character x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #male character x reader #gender neutral reader #aphrodisiac #aphrodisiac x reader

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deathcokec · 1 month

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“That’s bad for you, y’know?” ..”Yet, you do it”

Male character x gn reader oneshot

Tw: smoking

AN: i'm back from the dead

It’s a beautiful night out, the sky is clear and the stars are shining brightly. You lean against the railing and take a long drag, looking up at the sky. The door opens and you exhale through your nose. His voice is soft and you can practically hear his smirk, “That’s bad for you, y’know?” He leans against the railing and smiles at you. You roll your eyes, a chuckle slipping from your lips, “Yet, you do it.” He chuckles and lights his own, “Fair point, kid, fair point.” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. The two of you stand there for a while, simply basking in each other's presence. He lets out a content sigh, “We should head inside, it’s getting cold.” You feel the gentle touch of his lips on the side of your head as he pulls away from you. You nod in agreement, following him inside.

#male character x reader #gn reader #comfort character #no y/n #male character #male character x gn reader

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fabricated-misslieness · 1 year

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: unspecified male character x gn reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 491

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I don't know how to put on a necklace.

I crane my neck down to give myself more access. I pull my hair aside. My fingers reach around my neck. One of my nails pushes down one side. The other tries to blindly hook the ring onto the other.

I fail.

I've done this many times before. Some times were easier than others. The majority of the time, it lead to my fingers cramping and my neck hurting and the air getting twenty degrees hotter.

I've given up.

I don't know how to put on a necklace.

So he does it for me.

His fingers trace a path along the base of my neck as they accept the two ends of the necklace I hand him. Their ghostly touch raises goosebumps along my skin.

At first, he scoffs. How could I not put on a necklace?

Then he struggles, and he fails, and his hands cramp up. But he doesn't give up, not like I've have.

He does it again, tries many many times. I lose count. Finally, he succeeds. The victory doesn't go uncelebrated. He grins and he snickers and I laugh too.

Then we continue on with our day.

It becomes a daily thing, a little routine.

His fingers have traced a familiar path around the base of my neck over and over again. Their touch never becomes heavier than a ghost's, but they still manage to make my heart flutter.

He only needs a glance, at me and my necklace, before he's coming behind me and I'm staying still in front of him. I hand him my necklace, his fingers raise goosebumps, and then the necklace is around my neck.

He's become better at it. I've only gotten worse.

Sometimes we forget. Sometimes we're in a rush. But we always get it done by the end of the day.

One day, we'd run late. The train is packed like canned sardines. We've squeezed in together. He's in front of me and we're facing each other. There's no space for him to move behind me.

I offer him my necklace. He takes it wordlessly.

His wrists are pressed against the sides of my neck, giving off warmth. His fingers work away. It doesn't take long, maybe a couple seconds, but it feels like it lasts minutes longer.

He isn't concentrated. He's become flawless at it.

His face is close to mine. His eyes stare intently in to mine. His eyes tell me everything. He adores me. I love him too.

I'm grateful to have him. He's good at putting on necklaces. I don't need to worry.

Until he's not here.

I struggle with my necklace everyday. My fingers cramp, the temperature rises. My hair gets in the way. And then I go find him.

But I can't find him anymore. He's not here to help me.

He's not here at all.

I've forgotten how to put on a necklace.

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ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: using I seems more poetic + the prompts been in my head like this for a while now.

#x male reader #x gn reader #x female reader #x reader #male character x reader #male character #how do i tag this #fanfiction #drabble #short fic #reader insert #where did he go? i dont know #🌂 // failure

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vicious-venis-fly-trap · 1 year

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IDEAS

I wright basically anything I'm not joking but here are a few things

I do wright

•smut

•fluff

•angst

•a lot of k!nks (but you'll have to look in my don't for specific ones that i don't like) just ask

•MALE!reader

•GN!reader

•minor character death

•major character death

•only wright smut for characters with actors that are OKAY with there being smut

Fandoms i wright for

•harry potter

•spree

•umbrella academy

•alice in wonderland

•shafowhunters

•teen wolf

•the craft(both legacies and origina)

•heartstopper

•mrs purguines of parculier children

•bramhs:the boy

•the maze runner

•spiderman(Tom's versio)

•wonder woman

•ive definitely forgoten a lot so just ask :>

I don't wright for

•minor x adult

•pi$$ k!nk

•sp!t k!nk

•characters that are in a child's body but aren't actual children smut but if the actors fine with it i will age them up

•again i can't really think of anything else atm so just ask

Ask me stuff PLEASE

#love victor #shadowhunters #alice in wonderland #teen wolf #the umbrella academy #brahms x reader #heartstopper #spree 2020 #haryy potter #the craft #mrs.purguine house of puculier children #the maze runner #spiderman #wonder woman #male character x reader #female character x reader

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v1x3n · 1 month

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yandere-writer-momo · 29 days

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Yandere Head Canons:

Sacrificial Bride

Yandere Dragon Shifter x Princess Reader

TW: Yandere behavior, manipulation, Somniaphilia (suggested), delusional yandede, complacency, etc.

Feroc the Ferocious was the kind of dragon who would bring any silly knight to their knees. The kind of dragon that inspired legends and stories to be written in books. The kind of dragon that was larger than any castle human like could ever dream to build. The kind of dragon that could decimate a kingdom with a single breath of his fiery flames if he was angered… the dragon that your own people sacrificed you, the princess, to in order to save themselves from his wrath.

And so they bound you up and threw you before him. Your own father on his knees as he begged the great dragon for mercy in exchange for his own flesh and blood… the kingdom’s most prized beauty in exchange for peace. An offer Feroc quickly accepted before the king could utter another word!

Dragons collected beautiful treasures! Dragons hoarded their treasure in caves and abandoned castles fad from prying eyes… and unbeknownst to you, Feroc found you to be rhetorical most beautiful

For dragons, a sacrificial spouse was an ancient tradition and this was the first time he’d been offered such a perfect bride! How could he refuse you? Especially when your own people begged him so prettily? Would you beg for him just as beautifully one day?

And so you were scooped up in his ginormous talons and carried away in the sky to a lone tower deep in the mountains. Your new home… your home with Feroc.

You could recall how scared of him you used to be. You’d heard from many people of how this giant scaled beast before you was a man eater. Of how he swallowed many knights in his time… yet this dragon seemed so shy from your experience so far. Skittish even.

Feroc often brought you various jewelry and fine silks from his daily raids. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t bring you a gift of some kind. His molten eagerly studied your form despite his persistent silence. Feroc’s company disturbed you as much as it comforted you.

It took a month for him to speak to you. His accent was heavy from the olden tongue he spoke but he knew the same language you spoke. His voice was booming and low, it could easily strike terror in others… but for some reason, his voice calmed you. Perhaps loneliness has finally crept its fangs into your heart? You weren’t sure…

Feroc would bring you anything you wanted to eat. Within means, of course. He’d bring you delicacies he’d likely looted off some poor caravan if you said you wanted sweets. There was no extremes he wouldn’t go to for you, which was odd since he was a dragon who’s been around for hundred of years… why did Feroc have such an interest in a human princess?

One day, you had a nightmare of a man standing in the corner of your room. Your scream in the night quickly alerted your guardian who peaked his large eye in your room in worry.

“Princess? What’s wrong?”

“I just had a nightmare… I thought there was a man in my room.” You wiped the sweat from your forehead while Feroc clicked his tongue.

“No man could ever scale his tower. I’m the only one who can enter. I’d never let anyone harm you.” The red and black dragon grumbled, his molten eyes glanced you once over. “Why? Do you… want a human companion?”

“I do get lonely sometimes.” You admitted to Feroc . His eyes now filled with hurt. “I do enjoy your company but… I miss being able to touch another human.”

Feroc didn’t understand your sentiment. He was a might dragon! The strongest of his kind! Feroc has proven himself to be the best of mates to you and yet you were still displeased? Was it because he was a dragon? Would you be happier if he showed you his other form?

“I’ll figure something out then… get some sleep.”

Feroc now snuck in your bedroom when you slept. He ghosted his clawed fingers over your oblivious form in wonder. His clawed fingers were too sharp, he’d have to dull them more… he didn’t want to cut up his pretty princess!

Feroc’s gentle touches progressed when he noticed how heavy of a sleeper you were. His desire to see what made you human drove him to insatiable heights. No area was left unexplored with his eyes. He needed to be perfect. Feroc had to be compatible with you. You and him were going to have young one day, after all! Feroc didn’t want to harm you in the process!

Feroc was able to mold his body into a perfect man. Once that was the perfect size for you, yet still immense so you’d know it was him. Feroc now stood at a massive seven feet tall rather than the hundred feet of his dragon form.

Yet there was a constant fear within him that you’d die of old age or of natural causes… Feroc knew humans were fragile creatures so he did what he had to. Feroc shared half of his heart with you while you slept. It was a simple spell and a painless procedure for you. One that would benefit the both do you in the long run!

If one of you died, the other would! You’d never age! You now shared a lifespan with him. Feroc couldn’t wait to tell you once the two of you made everything official!

It took another month for him to reveal this perfect form to you. Feroc had to let the excitement die down from sharing his heart with you so you didn’t freak out! Humans were such finicky creatures, after all! And he’d be an awful mate if he frightened you with a subject you had no knowledge on…

All you needed was to see this devilishly beautiful form of his and you’d be bewitched.

“Look at us… we’re so beautiful together.” Feroc whispered into the skin of your shoulder as he admired your reflection beside him. “I think I’ll find you more gold to decorate you with, my treasure.”

“Feroc, I don’t understand.” You jump when Feroc dragged his forked tongue across your exposed shoulder.

“You accepted all of my gifts and you’re the only one who suits me.” Feroc hissed his obsidian eyes flashed a bright gold. “Wouldn’t you rather be by my side than in my stomach?”

You gulped and obediently rested your head on his chest which made him purr in contentment. His muscular arms wrapped around yours as his wavy black hair tickled your skin.

“I’m joking, I’d never eat you.” Feroc smiled before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “You’re my bride, after all.”

You didn’t need to know about how many knights he’s killed over the last few months for you. Feroc would take care of you until the day the both of you died. Every heinous act he’s ever committed over these last few months we’re all for his beautiful, blushing bride.

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prttykittes · 5 months

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Tw. Cheating, smut, homewrecker, Reader is called "nanny" but uses no pronouns, riding, reader is a bad botch, reader is implied to like both genders(mentioned of attraction of the wife)

Being hired as a nanny and taking care of his child! Him, his child, and his wife are such a beautiful family it's a shame that you will be the one break it up.

Nanny!Reader who takes better care of the child than his stinky wife, she is beautiful but he caught your attention first.

Nanny!Reader who gets touchy with him, he doesn't seem to mind so why should you stop? Going out with him and the child, just like how your big happy family.

Nanny!Reader who blushes and waves off comments when people say that "your" child is so sweet and "your" husband is so sweet as well..

Nanny!Reader who decides the relationship should go further, seeing how he blushes and takes long glances towards you. Making him love you more than his wife!! <3

Nanny!Reader who convinces him just to have some fun, his wife won't know~ The "small" fun leads into more, your on-top of him. His dick inside of your hole, clenching around his dick.

Nanny!Reader who rides him, faster and harder. Wanting to give him more pleasure than his wife gave him before!! Marking his chest and neck with your bite marks and hickies!! :p

Nanny!Reader who doesn't stop when she comes in the room, the wife screaming and he doesn't care. He wants to fill you up, you just smile and look at her shocked face. You wonder if his face would be that shocked if you had chosen her instead of him.

Nanny!Reader who makes a face of pleasure and lifts yourself up to show her, his cum dripping out of your hole. She stomps and screams, she stomps away. Oh~ it's a shame(not really)<3

#kittymilk #kittypussy #x reader #x reader smut #unspecified x reader #tw.cheating #cw.cheating #oc x reader #male character x reader #unspecified x reader smut #gender neutral reader #male oc x reader #smut

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Short Reader Headcanons

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad, I hope it's alright! Also I'm sorry that it's so short!

- When you were first introduced to the team, you had mixed reactions of course.

- You knew why, it had been something you had been insecure about your whole life.

- The men in the room towered over you, you knew they wouldn't take you seriously.

- You were lucky to meet 141, they seemed to be the only soldiers who believed in your fighting capabilities.

- Especially Ghost, he would watch as you sparred with the others, practically always coming out on top.

- The two of you also went on a lot of missions together, your height being a great stealth advantage.

- You hid yourself better than the others could and made much less noise when moving.

- Now, Ghost didn't speak much, but the nods he would send from afar would be enough to understand his impression of you.

- Being different from the rest was difficult, it made you an easy target.

- And a few of the soldiers thought it would be hilarious to pick on you.

- They started to tell you things you had heard so many times before, even dragging down your capabilities.

- You tried your best to not let it get to you, but they had surrounded you, not letting you leave the torment.

- Just when you felt yourself beginning to crack, a rough voice interrupted their amusement.

- You watched as Ghost gave a stern glare to the others, threatening to discharge them if they continued their behaviour.

- The terrified soldiers apologised before scurrying out of the area, leaving you and Ghost.

- "You tell me if they continue, I'll have 'em out of here before you know it."

- You nod, before thanking him.

- "You shouldn't take what they say to heart, you know what you're capable of. Don't let those idiots dictate your strength."

- You rise at that, appreciating the over-due kind words. "I know"

- He nods at your response before leaving.

- Since then, Ghost always took your side, always having your back when you needed.

A/N: I think this'll be my last Ghost fic for a while, I'm kind of losing interest in him and it's getting a little hard to write for him. 😭

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rodolfoparras · 1 month

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Don’t cry over spilled milk (or do)

Pairing: The Milkman x Male reader

Content warnings: 18+, anal fingering, Francis is one vocal fellow

Thinking about Francis Mosses who’s always been considered the perfect top, mostly because of his size- getting to bottom for the first time in his life.

Down on all four, with his ass in the air big fat cock uselessly hanging between his legs, and feeling himself flushing red from being in such a vulnerable position.

Besides the embarrassment brewing in his gut, he feels restless just laying like that , so used to being able to see what his partner is doing to him, now he can only rely on the feeling of your two thumbs prying his cheeks apart, and exposing the sensitive flesh to the cold air.

Goosebumps raise across his skin, a sharp breath escapes his lips and he can feel the impatience growing inside of him. “Come on come come on just hurry up!,” he hisses out, feeling even more vulnerable from the way your gaze seems to be burning into the pink flesh of his ass.

“Patience love” you say, hand firmly landing on his cheek, and as much as he’s embarrassed to say it, the action manages to silence him.

His dark eyes glare down at the bright white sheets, thumbs fiddling with the loose threads of it, trying to ignore how his face must be as red as the cheek you just slapped while you freely ogle at him.

“Anybody told you that you look pretty like this hm?” You say, thumbing curiously at his puckered rim, but not adding enough pressure to push your finger inside him.

Another wave of embarrassment washes over him, and he feel the urge to cuss you out with every curse word to exist in the English language but he knows but he knows by doing so you, you’ll further prolong this.

So he clears his throat, swallows down his pride before he mutters the word “No,”

A contended hum escapes your lips, your hot breath washing over his skin and this time he knows your face is just a hair away from his puckered rim. “Well you are,” you say, words as firm as your grip on him. “So so pretty”

And you’re so so close yet so far away.

He clears his throat again, swallows the last bit of pride in him before he utters the words “Please just please-“

“What is it sweetheart? What do you want hm?” You say, amusement clear in your voice. He can even feel the way the tip of your nose drags along his bottom half, doing everything and anything in your power to wind him up and he doesn’t know how much more he can take before he combust.

“Please just please fuck me!” He cries out, tears threatening to spill from his glassy eyes but all the air is suddenly punched out of his lungs when you slip the tip of your finger inside.

There’s a slight sting that comes with the stretch, body momentarily tensing as you carefully work your finger inside him”Oh! Oh oh fuck!”

“Francis? You okay?” You say, carefully massaging the pink flesh.

With each brush of your finger tip; the burning sensation dulls a bit and he feels himself relax back onto the sheets, a soft hum rolling off his tongue before he manages to properly answer you. “Good, it’s good,” he hums out, as he further relaxes into your touch.

Eventually the stinging sensation completely subsides and he starts feeling empty with only your fingertip inside. “More, please more,” he grunts out hips subconsciously buck up into your hand.

“Such a demanding little thing” you say to him as a chuckle escapes your lips but you don’t waste a second working your finger deeper inside of him til you’re buried knuckles deep, and tactically grazing the wall of nerves that sends sparks of pleasure through his body, specially down to his dick.”Mmph-God! Just- ah just like that”

This isn’t something he’s felt before, your touch feels ever so intoxicating especially when your calloused finger grazes the sensitive wall of nerves and before he realizes what he’s doing he finds himself begging for more, greedy as ever and drunk on pleasure.

It doesn’t take much before you fulfill his wish, pushing two fingers past his puckered rim, the stinging sensation briefly returning , as he gets used to the feeling of having two thick digits inside of him. “Come on sweetheart, you can take it yeah? I know you can” he hears you say, familiar word spilling past your lips and for a brief seconds he imagines the times he’d been the one to say it when he had someone under him.

Eager to prove himself, he starts fucking himself back onto your digits, something that starts off slow as he gets used to the stretch before he increases the pace. “Ugh fuck - fuck feels so so good yes yes yes!!”

By this point he doesn’t register when you work a third finger inside of him, only registering the fullness that comes with it and the way your hand slides between his legs, gently palming his ballsack

“Look at you love, haven’t even fucked you yet you’re already so close to cumming,” You say , puncturing every word with a thrust to his prostate while tugging at his hard and weeping dick.

Francis couldn’t care less about the fact that you’re taunting him, couldnt care less about how pathetic he looks like this, all he can care about is how every thrust - every stroke, has him inching closer to his orgasm.

“Please oh god please -“ He cries out, begs and pleads sounding something akin to a mantra, fingers practically digging holes into the mattress and the muscles in his thighs cramping up from how hard he’s fucking himself onto your hand.

It doesn’t take much before he feels his toes curl, pulse roaring in his ears as a wave of hot white pleasure washes over him.

“Ah ah God ‘m cumming ‘m cumming please-“ he cries out, feels himself spill all over the sheets and his thighs, body shaking as you continue to milk his cock.

“Stop- stop, please.” He finally slurs out, once there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum coming from his cock, hand blindly pushing you away from him before he finally slumps down onto the mattress.

Exhaustion creeps up his bones, eyelids feeling heavier than ever and all of a sudden he feels himself fading away in the dream land.

“Ah, ah ah,” he hears you say, the sound of your sharp voice snapping him awake. “We’re not done here,”

#that’s not my neighbor #that’s not my neighbor milkman #that’s not my neighbor milkman x reader #that’s not my neighbor milkman x male reader #francis mosses #Francis mosses x reader #Francis mosses x male reader #milkman x reader #milkman x male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #top male reader #bottom male character #x reader #male reader #x male reader

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heartsforhavik · 2 months

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superfan! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader

✰ warnings: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

✰ a/n: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

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