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daughterofyore · 11 months

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How would George behave while you were pregnant?

a/n;; a little headcannon about how George would act while you, his queen were pregnant. summary;; George caring for you and how I believe he would treat you throughout your queenly pregnancy.

contents;; sickening amount of fluff, almost smothering amount of love, pregnancy, birth, !!W!!;; vomiting

wc;; 566 music inspo;; falling in love

In the early stages of your pregnancy he would be an excited mess. Constantly asking if you were sure you were pregnant, just because he wanted to make sure he was being blessed with a little baby.

When a doctor would arrive to confirm the pregnancy, he would be at your side. Peppering your knuckles and cheek with kisses. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, only loud enough for you to hear.

He would demand you move to his room so that he may take care of you. He wouldn’t trust the staff to care for you and would adopt the jobs of helping you dress, get baths etc. Nothing would stop him caring for his wife and the mother of his child.

The morning sickness would break his heart, seeing you convulsing above a toilet bowl. He would be by your side in moments, in fact if he was busy and heard you weren’t feeling well he’d sprint to be by your side.

He’d hold your hair back as you are sick, rubbing soothing circles into the small of your back. Giving you gentle encouragement.

“That’s it dearest, you’ll be okay.”

“I am here my love.”

“Once this has passed I’ll wrap you up and lay with you.”

He’d be an absolute fiend when it came to baths. He’d be so doting, carefully filling the bath with warm water and topping it off with different (safe) dried flowers.

He’d wash you, allowing you to just relax.

He’d constantly be touching your growing belly, speaking to the baby growing inside.

“Hello my little darling. I am so excited to meet you.”

At night he’d hold you close, even in his sleep he’d be reaching for you and pulling you to be flush with him. His hand would almost always be splayed across your stomach.

He’d pay special attention to foods which made you sick and the cravings. He’d take it upon himself to go and retrieve your cravings from the kitchen, even going as far as too learn how to make them. He’d take lessons with the chef to make sure they tasted great.

Anything you wanted, whenever you wanted you can be sure he’d be making it happen.

He’d set up a comfy nook in the observatory, as the pair of you lay down he’d point to different stars and tell you their names. He’d trace constellations with his index finger.

When it came time to give birth he’d race to your side, probably coming from a meeting or a kingly duty.

If anyone tried to stop him from entering the room he’d diminish them to nothing, ripping into them. How dare they try to prevent him from being by your side, he’d push by them and deal with them later.

As you would be in labour he’d be on the bed at your side, holding you and brushing your hair out of your face. He would encourage you to no end.

He’d be nervous, but extremely excited to see his little family grow together.

He would be so proud of you, pressing little kisses to your forehead. His heart would break at seeing you in pain, though.

When it would be all said and done and the baby would cry, he’d cradle it as he lay beside you. His heart swelling with love at seeing his perfect child and beautiful wife at his side.

#bridgerton #bridgerton series #bridgerton smut #bridgerton spoilers #king george bridgerton #king george iii #king george x f!reader #king george x reader #queen charlotte #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton men #bridgerton fic #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton family

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letstripdotcom · 3 months

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pls do one of matt x reader in sam and colnys new vid where matt likes reader, no one knows he likes her except for his brother but sam starts flirting with reader making her jealous

PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSS WRITE THIS, I WILL GIVE YOU MY LEFT TIT

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only you- matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary- matt gets jealous when he hears sam making dirty jokes in your latest collab.

warnings- smuttttt😍

we arrived to the hotel when we were greeted by sam and colby. they were nice people and we really enjoyed getting to know them. colby was funny and sam was friendly. very friendly

when he we walked around off camera he would guide me by the small of my back, and he would make subtle jokes here and there. anytime he would say something i would just laugh it off and go back to what i was doing. he was surely cute, but not my type.

every time he would make one of these jokes i would feel matt’s eyes burning into me. i would look at him with his jaw clenched and his arms crossed tight. god he looked so good. matt always looked amazing, but i never said anything because he’s one of my best friends.

“matt you okay?” i asked rubbing his back. “i’m fine” he shrugged my hand off and walked over to chris. he ignored me throughout the rest of the night, other than the few interactions we had doing things for content.

when we got back home and settled in matt went straight to bed. “hey chris do you know what’s up with matt?” i asked. “y/n how do you know know”

“is there something i’m supposed to know?”

“oh shit you really don’t know”

i shook my head confused. “chris what am i supposed to know can you elaborate please”

“shit” he mutters. “matt has like the biggest crush on you and he’s really jealous of the way sam acted.

“oh shit” i gasped “oh shit is right. and he’s probably sulking up in his room right now and i know i’m gonna hear all about it tomorrow.”

“well should i…” i pointed at his room.

chris nodded.

i hurried up the stairs to matt’s bedroom and knocked on the door. “matt can we talk please” i heard shuffling around before he opened the door and our faces met. “matt i know how you feel and i promise there’s nothing between me and sam and…”

he cut me off by pulling me into a kiss. it was unexpected but it was hot. i immediately felt a heat growing between my legs. i walked him back to where i was fully in the room and shut the door. he pushed me against the door, holding me by my waist and left sloppy kisses down my neck and collar bone.

his hands dug painfully into my sides as he continued to kiss me hungrily. he walked us back onto his bed and sat us down to where i was straddling his waist. i grinded onto his growing bulge. we made out like this for what seemed like forever.

he took off my shirt and bra, throwing them to the ground exposing my tits. he took them in his hands and massaged them before taking one into his mouth. i breathed out a low moan. “you’re all mine” he huffed.

he removed me from his lap, laying me on my back. he removed his shirt before removing the rest of my clothes. he kissed and licked all down my body, getting closer to where i needed him most.

“m-matt please! i need you” i whined. “that sounds like music to my fucking ears” he grunted, immediately attaching his mouth to my clit. he licked all up and down my folds. i moan every time his nose rubs my clit. he eventually ads in a finger, making the pleasure increase greatly.

“o-oh i’m gonna cum matt-t”

“go ahead and cum for me” and with his words my back arched up off the bed as i came a mess on his fingers. he looked me in the eyes with a smirk on his face as he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked on them.

he removed his jeans and crawled on top of me. he kissed me, making me taste myself, as a palmed his hard on through his boxers. i looked at him seductively as i removed his boxers. i shuddered at the size of his dick as it slapped his stomach.

“wow” i sighed. i reached out and stroked it a few times. he threw his head back and his mouth fell open “ohh i’m gonna fuck you s-so good” he groaned. “please” i whined.

he lined up with my entrance and teased it a few times, only entering a little bit before exiting. “matt please don’t tease” i whined. next thing i know he entered me fully.

i whined and clawed onto his tattooed arm. he started thrusting into me at a medium pace. my head fell back as i whined uncontrollably. “m-matt, feels so good” i whimpered. “who else can make you feel this good? huh?” he asked speeding up his pace

“only you matt only you” i gasped. my nails dug deeper into matt’s arm, possibly cutting him. “good girl” he cooed. his words made me clench as i squirmed and lost all control. i ran my nails down his arms as a came for the second time tonight.

his dick twitched inside of me and his stomach flexed. he pulled out and came all over my stomach. “sorry” he panted. he lowered down and licked my stomach completely clean.

“you’re perfect” he smiled at me. “you too matt. only you” i kissed him. we got cleaned up and ready for bed. “i wish we could be this close forever” i whispered. “maybe we could” he smirked. he adjusted our naked bodies and slowly sunk me on to him. “try not to move too much okay”

part 2?

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a/n: luh jealousy smut

thanks for the req- @annamcdonalds67

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #smut #nick sturniolo #sturniolo

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dollarstoreartsupplies · 2 months

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okay so steph is definitely a music purist?

we can all agree on that right? like she's a 'said she was born in the wrong generation in middle school' fleetwood mac, david bowie, the mamas & the papas, niche modern indie artists and also chappell roan kind of music listener. obviously. but.... i dont think we've really considered pete's music taste?

pete, who is a science, left-brained kind of kid, so he probably does not actively go out to look for music and is instead just provided music by the people around him?

pete whose older brother is theodore spankoffski and so his earliest and most fond and nostalgic music influences from his childhood would have come directly from ted's cd collection???

basically what im saying is peter spankoffski has the most trashy, early 00's ke$ha, black eyed peas my humps era, all american rejects ass music taste in the world

that boy had bowling for soup's 1985 memorized at age four, his guilty pleasure music is hollywood undead's everywhere i go, ted did his first decent person move in years when pete came out as trans as a kid and stopped listening to grow a pear by ke$ha and pete forcibly made him play it because it's a bop

and then his only friends are a weeb and a theatre kid.

steph gives him the aux cord on a date to be nice, as a sign of trust, and is blasted in the face with the most uncurated mess of j-pop, sondheim, weezer, and like... owl city's fireflies and that's just a fact

#I must clarify this isn’t a dig at any of these songs they all fuck #my source is im a youngest child with a decently older brother and all of my nostalgic music is literally this #my mom had to force my brother to limit what songs he played around me because I was six years old and started saying the word hoe a lot #peter spankoffski #also my hc is Pete is teds full brother so their parents are just Old and Pete stood NO chance #he grew up around Dickhead Era Ted and a dad who forced him to name classic rock bands when they came on the radio #and also my source is my music taste is also the peoples around me because im bad at finding music #nerdy prudes must die #stephanie lauter #starkid #lautski #he also probably really likes train

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bountycancelled · 4 months

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something more than friends

(lucy gray baird x reader)

tip me on kofi if you feel so inclined

requested: yep, I hope you like it anon♡

content: a little bit of angst but mainly fluff, men (derogatory), kinda lovesick!lucy gray, jealous lucy gray (we love to see it), pretty intense description of kissing but no smut.

warnings: a very brief mention of drinking, internalised homophobia but it doesn't last long, gay stuff (duh), lowercase intended I know boo I'm annoying.

a/n: I haven't read the book yet so idk much about the covey so their appearance may ooc but that's solely due to my lack of knowledge on them

lucy gray baird never faltered when she sang.

there were very few things that could get under her skin when she was on that stage, strumming her guitar and twirling in her skirt as the district folk stomped along to the beat.

sure, sometimes drunkards and the occasional hung up ex would try to cause a scene, attempting to gain her attention from below, but she would simply roll her eyes, waiting for someone to take care of them so that she could go back to doing what she did best. performing.

so what exactly had happened to make the lucy gray baird, forget a line in a song?

she was quick to remedy her mistake, carrying the tune in such a way that most patrons didn't even notice her mess up. but ironically enough, the very cause of her brain fog noticed. you.

you gave her a worried look, but she brushed it off, willing herself to continue playing as if nothing was wrong. and technically, nothing was wrong. you were there, in the far back of the crowd, wearing a white dress with a drink in your hand. and Lucy Gray didn't mean to be cliché, but you really did look like an angel, something divine that she had the honour of setting her eyes on.

but obviously, she wasn't the only one who thought that.

you were speaking to some man. which was fine, you were always the most gorgeous girl in the room in her eyes and she knew that she wasn't the only one who appreciated your beauty, you were always needing to awkwardly laugh at men's advances and brush them off as best as you could, but you weren't doing that tonight.

you were laughing, a genuine laugh, leaning in to hear his voice over the music, over her singing. she wanted to jump off of the stage and break her guitar over that assholes face, and she couldn't explain why.

she had always known that one day, you'd settle down with a kind man who cared for you (not nearly as much as she did, but that was okay) and then she would see you less and less. but knowing didn't make the taste in her mouth any more bitter.

the first time you told her about a crush that you had, on a boy named Tom, she spent the whole night convincing you that he just wasn't right for you. you believed her of course, rejecting him swiftly the next week when he asked you to go on a walk with him, walking instead with lucy gray, hand in hand.

but then, she did it every time you spoke about a boy, and you started to believe her less and less. 'I think you're just jealous lucy gray, and you don't anybody taking my attention away from you.'

you were right, she was jealous, and the thought of you, with a man, it disgusted her to her core. which is why she took off as soon as her set ended, not even staying for the applause as she searched for you outside.

there you were, and thankfully, you were alone, no undeserving man in sight.

she ran up to you, her brown eyes seemingly sparkling even in the darkened night. "how'd you enjoy the show, darlin'?"

her heart jumped when you smiled at her, your eyes crinkling in joy as you took both of her hand in yours, squeezing them affectionately. "you have the voice of an angel, lucy gray. and I envy the lucky fella who's gonna marry you, and have to serenade them whenever they want."

lucy gray rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach when you mentioned her getting married. "I already serenade you, sweet thing. and im not gonna let some wedding band stop me."

you laughed airily, leading her by the hand towards the lake, where you spent most nights together. you sat down at the edge, laying your head in her lap when she sat beside you. her hand went to your hair, and she fought the urge to by giddy at the sight of your head in her lap, you were just... perfect.

"who was that guy that you were talking to back then? when I was singing, I mean." she asked, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

you thought back to about an hour prior, picturing every person that you had been with throughout the evening as you tried to recall who she was asking about in particular. "oh! that was matthew, his dad and my dad go way back, but the two of us never really shared their closeness for whatever reason. but after speaking to him tonight I'm a bit upset that I never tried to grow a friendship with him earlier."

she nodded, her cherry glossed lips pressing into a thin line. "he doesn't just wanna be friends with you though, I could see it." you scoffed playfully, raising a brow at her curiously. "you were all the way up on stage, in the middle of your favourite song to perform, and somehow, you could tell that much from so far away?"

she opened her mouth to defend herself, but after realising just how insane the notion sounded when you phrased it in that way, she quickly closed it again. "I'm not gonna let any man take me away from you, lucy gray, believe me when I say that I can't live without you."

your words sent a fury of butterflies in her stomach, and she swore that felt dizzy as you picked your head up, moving your face so close to hers that your noses were almost touching. she wanted to kiss you. god, what the hell was wrong with her? how could she be thinking of you in this way?

despite her inner conflict, she made no moves to create some distance between your faces, selfishly wanting to stay like this for as long as you'd let her. "I wish we could get married." she sighed, her eyes widening at her own words. "I meant- not like, I didn't mean- not in, like, a husband and wife typa way-"

you cut her off with trying to, with a tilt of your head making her suck in a sharp breath. "you don't wanna do husband and wife things with me?" you asked, and she could swear that your voice had a certain tone about it, one that made her cheeks feel blazing and her breaths shallow.

she shook her head, her usually fierce tone reduced to a meek almost whisper. "we can't do those stuff together."

you were too close for comfort. she could feel the tip of your nose against hers and if you leaned in any further, she was sure that she would combust. "who cares if we can't? the more important question is, do you want to?"

inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. she had forgotten how to breath. this wasn't right, she knew that, so why were her lips on yours in a flash, her hands in your hair, around your waist, holding your hands, touching any part of you that she could reach as the two of you kissed? in public, no less?

she couldn't find it in her mind to stop, not when your soft, sweet lips moved in tandem with hers as if you were molded to fit each other. when you pulled away, with lucy gray chasing your lips with an involuntary whine, you held her by the shoulders, a look of concern on your face.

that was when she felt it. the guilt knawing at her stomach, and the tears thar flowed down her face. was she crying because of how overwhelming her feelings were for you? maybe it was because she knew that you would have to hide... whatever had just happened between the two of you.

you leaned your forehead against hers, you sweet voice easing her fear. "I love you." she nodded, not being able to say it back just yet, but she could only hope that you knew. she moved to kiss you again, being startled out of her mind by a girlish scream in the distance.

it was maude ivory, eyes wide and hand slapped over her mouth in shock, with an equally suprised tam amber standing next to her. lucy gray felt sick to her stomach.

"I knew it." tam Amber said with a shrug, moving to sit next to the two fo you as she stared out at the moonlit lake. "no one looks at their friend like how lucy gray looks at you."

"can I be the flower girl? and the maid of honour? and the priest?" maude ivory rambled, laying half in lucy grays lap and half in yours. you simply laughed, explaining that her dream wasn't exactly possible but flower girl was certainly doable as lucy gray watched, tears threatening to fall from her eyes once again. only this time, they were of relief.

the joy she felt in her chest, at the thought that you could be... together in front of the covey was the best gift she could possibly be given. you and her, together. not just as best friends. although it was hard to wrap her head around it, she knew that it was exactly what she wanted and she had it on good authority that you wanted it too.

#tbosas #the hunger games #lucy gray fluff #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird #lucy gray my beloved #lucy gray angst #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games headcanon #tbosas x reader #tbosas x you #wlw #lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray baird x you #coriolanus x reader

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fushigurro · 5 months

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𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆 𝙏𝙊 𝙔𝙊𝙐.

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢 𝗫 𝗗𝗢𝗠!𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / mommy kink, mdlb vibes / handjob / edging / crying / mentions of punishment / technically gender neutral aside from reader being called ‘mommy’ / almost 1k words

idk y'all. i can no longer deprive my mommy domme spirit of what it needs. if it's ooc... just look away. I NEED THIS OKAY. and he needs to be punished and then babied a lil bit. it would fix him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BOY!!!!!

Your ribs might as well be fused together given the way you’re pressed so tightly to each other’s sides, skin welded to skin as blood pulses life throughout the both of you. It’s the moments like these that make you realize he’s more human than most would like to believe.

You can see it in the way that very same blood causes him to flush various shades of pink and red, can feel it in every tremor of the muscles that work so hard to hold him upright. Satoru Gojo is more of a human being than ever when he’s in your grasp, and that’s precisely why he’s always so eager to be within it.

The bed is plush beneath him but it doesn’t compare to the comforting sensation of your arm secured around his waist to keep him close, making him feel warm and enveloped even as the crisp air nips at his exposed skin. Your other hand is wrapped around the red, weeping mess that is his cock, hard and throbbing to the point it causes pain, because you’ve already edged him three times and are now heading for a fourth. Though he’s hoping that perhaps this time you’ll bring him to the edge and let him tumble over it.

Legs spread, Satoru’s head thuds against the wall behind the bed as he swallows thickly, panting as your palm continues to squelch along his length with every slow and precise stroke. His face is wet with tears and he has one hand fisted into the sheets while the other spreads along the inside of your thigh and grips for purchase.

Where he once was so incredibly vocal, he is now reduced to a being that can only offer soft sobs and whimpers in reaction to your loving torture, and this is how you’re able to tell that he is at his limits. You’ve broken him with your steadfast yet gentle punishment, edged him until he’s bleary-eyed and obedient like a needy child, and your efforts have been successful, so you think there’s no need to drag things out for much longer.

“Mommy, p-please…” he begs in a whisper, voice warped by tears and hips struggling to refrain from bucking up into your hand. Satoru has repented for his earlier transgressions and has since lost the attitude that had gotten him into this situation. You’re starting to feel rather merciful towards him now.

You turn your head to press your lips against his temple, soothing him with a kiss there and mumbling, “Shhh, I know, baby.”

Satoru shudders at the feeling of your warm breath and words floating around his ear, and he’s fallen deep into a space that fills his head completely with fluffy clouds and stardust. He needs you to give him permission to let go, to finally give in to the pleasure you’ve been withholding from him.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” you ask, tasting the salt of the tears upon his cheek.

Satoru breathes in a small gasp, hips twitching as he nods enthusiastically. “Mhm, yeah—yeahyeahyeah,” he answers you with desperation, suddenly filled with hope that you’ll give him a much-needed orgasm. “I’ll be good, mommy, promise.”

You grin at the way he slurs his words and vows to be obedient despite his insolent nature. “Alright then,” you reply, your permissive tone like music to his ears as your hand continues its rhythm. “You can go ahead and cum for me, Satoru.”

He immediately releases a moan of pure relief and lets his eyes roll to the back of his head, muscles finally relaxing now that he doesn’t have to fight off impending release. He can simply float in a cloud of bliss and let the pleasure wash over him when it finally comes, which is going to be much sooner rather than later at this rate.

Satoru’s grasp on you tightens along with his balls and abs, lungs struggling to breathe properly as your hand picks up its pace a hardly noticeable amount—but it’s enough for him, and that’s evident by how he pants and moans in little ‘ah, ah, ah’s that fill the air.

“That’s it, angel; give it to me,” you goad gently, and that’s all it takes. With one final choked cry, Satoru tenses up and releases ropes of cum that land hotly on his thighs, his stomach, and your fingers, painting them sticky white. It drives him into an even more mindless state than before, and after he’s done sobbing out his pleasure, he begins to crumple into you regardless of his size.

White hair tickles your neck as he makes a home there. “Messy boy,” You giggle lightly and grant his cheek with a kiss, admiring the way he’s covered the both of you with such a heavy load. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Satoru tucks his face further into your neck with a pout. “Mm. You’re mean.”

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shake your head. "Oh yes, I know. I’m just the meanest mommy in the whole wide world," you reply jokingly. "I never ever let my baby cum or give him kisses or hugs or snuggles afterwards. I'm just the absolute worst."

All he does is huff against you and stay silent for several moments afterwards while you rub a comforting hand along his arm. After his body’s gone slack and breathing has evened out into a slow tickle along your skin, you begin to suspect that he’s about to doze off.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. We still need to get you cleaned up.”

Satoru shuffles and whines, wrapping an arm around your waist and trying to force his oversized body even closer to yours in protest.

“Uh uh, don’t whine,” you warn with a slightly firmer tone. “No more attitude today. Not unless you want another punishment.”

#dividers by @cafekitsune #satoru gojo x reader #sub!gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #cw mommy kink #my writing.#re: satoru gojo

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darlingmisa · 1 year

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Riding Abby's face ;)

im a slut okay?

Sit on my face | Abby Anderson

Ohhh this was so fun to write I love Abby way too much <3 we can be sluts together baby dw

c/w: nsfw, afab reader, squirting, face sitting obv

w/c: 658

Abby’s stamina was insane, so even after many highs from both of you, of course, she wasn’t done. But when the request came for you to sit on her face, you were a little nervous, to say the least. This was something you’d never tried before, Abby being your first for everything. She could see the nervous look on your face, one that said you wanted to, just didn't know how.

Abby’s body now laid beside you, never breaking eye contact, placing her head on her pillow. “Come on pretty, it's okay, I’ll guide you.” She whispered softly, hand reaching out for yours to guide you to her face. Just looking at her you could tell she was excited, a slight sparkle in her eyes at the idea of being buried in your pussy again.

Brows furrowed slightly, you questioned her about the idea “Abs… what if I crush you? W-What if you can’t breathe?” The question only made her laugh a little at your concern, shaking her head slightly as you straddled her chest, too shy to move up any further. She placed her hands on your hips, rubbing comforting circles with her thumb. “I’ll be fine baby, I promise.”

Using her seemingly never-ending strength, she lifted you right off her chest and onto her mouth, groaning at the taste of you on her tongue despite tasting you not even 30 minutes ago. The vibrations of her moans went straight to your core, making you jump a little from the pleasure. “Hey,” she spoke, slightly muffled from your cunt, “It’s okay, you can put all your weight on me. I wouldn’t lie to you would I?”

Giving in, you sat completely, a soft moan leaving your swollen lips at the feeling of her nose bumping your clit. Abby wasted no time getting to work, licking and sucking like she’d been starved for weeks on end. She started slow, letting you used to the slight overstimulation, but when your whines turned into loud moans that your neighbors could definitely hear, she indulges herself completely.

Her grip on your hips tightened as she began to help you grind against her tongue. Throwing your head back you got louder, which Abby didn’t even think was possible. High-pitched whines and moans of her name leave your mouth non-stop, like music to her ears. This drove her to work harder, moving her tongue between your folds and slipping it into your now pulsing hole, moaning at the way you clenched around her.

The pleasure was like something you’d never felt before. It was heavenly, leaving you borderline breathless as you moved your hands to grip her hair, tugging and pulling just the way you knew she liked it. You could barely hear Abby’s soft grunts and moans over the almost pornographic sound of her shoving her face further into you, slurping and sucking like she’d die if she ever stopped.

The coil in your stomach felt tighter than ever, pleasure multiplying times 100 as you neared your 4th orgasm of the night. You could barely warn Abby before it all happened, voice cracking as you whined. “C-close... Abby, I’m close,” She hummed, “C’mon baby, cum on my face, want it all in my mouth.” and you finally let go.

It was intense, something you had never felt before. It left you shaking and twitching, Abby’s grip on your thighs being the only thing keeping you from collapsing on top of her. Finally catching your breath, you looked down as Abby slowed her tongue against you, and that’s when you realized, it was everywhere. Her face was practically glistening in your slick. It was on the pillows, all over her chest, soaking in the sheets and her hair.

In shock, you quickly moved off her face, legs still shaking, apologizing for making such a mess only to be met with her small smile.

“Don’t apologize. Come back, wanna make you do that again.”

#tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #tlou x reader #tlou smut

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razorblade180-heated · 3 months

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Pretty Face

Disclaimer- Nsfw

Yang:Weiss, I have a profound and serious question. Top or bottom? And I mean spiritually.

Weiss:That last part doesn’t make this profound.

Yang:But I am serious.

Weiss:..I’m a bottom at heart.

Yang:How much so?

xxxxxx

Weiss couldn’t help but slowly think back to a “special” encounter with Jaune. She had really gotten all dolled up for him. Her hair was freshly curled to give her ponytail a drill shape. Icy blue eyeshadow with carefully managed mascara and lipstick to match. All that money and effort in makeup for the soul purpose of it running down her face.

She could barely breathe or hear the music in their hotel room over the sound of her throat closing around her boyfriend’s length. Not that she was listening to it. Her ears only cared about the constant sound of a gruff “good girl” that kept her eyes watering and on knees. Her carefully done hair felt the firm grasp of his hand controlling head, keeping it right between his legs while her own dripped more than the spit that ran down her chin. Weiss was an utter mess, but the sultry gaze looking down at her told such a beautiful lie that she couldn’t resist.

“That’s it. Keep making that pretty face.”

Gods, she wanted this moment to last forever; this feeling that dulled her mind and flooded her senses. Right to the point flood poured down her throat. Her entire body felt warm and overwhelmed. She couldn’t even tell who this was for anymore, until the answer came sliding out of her mouth. As she took a first proper breath after what felt like ages, her face remained right where it was, lapping up what dripped from the swollen tip, before moving onto leaving her lipstick all over on the package responsible for the taste in her mouth. She could still feel her ponytail under his control and Weiss was just fine with that.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you~” a twinge of pain on her scalp hit as she felt his grip tighten. Silly her. How could she forget? “Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

“Anything for my girl. Now then, your makeup isn’t finished yet.”

Weiss dragged her tongue all the way up along his girth before filling her throat again, her head bobbing as she devoured him; until her makeup was finally perfect.

xxxxxx

Yang:Weiss?

Weiss:*bright red*……I ask and provides; or rather, indulges my more conservative side. Let’s leave it at that.

Yang:You were totally having a flashback to something but I won’t pry too far. I might have to share my own dirty laundry otherwise. *walks away* thanks for indulging my curiosity.

Weiss:….*pulls out scroll*

Jaune:Hey Snow Angel. Everything okay.

Weiss:Yeah. Just…thinking.

Jaune:About?

Weiss:If……If you can help me with my makeup later?

Jaune:….

Jaune:Of course. I’ll make sure you look real pretty.

#rwby #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #jaune arc #rwby whiteknight #I just wanted practice writing head

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wondersinwaynemanor · 4 months

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Batkids discussing what Christmas movie to watch during patrol:

Nightwing, doing a somersault somewhere in Bludhaven - I vote for Home Alone.

Oracle, typing on her computer - I agree with Nightwing. Also, the building across from you, the drugs are kept there.

Nightwing, heading towards the building - Got it, O. And O's got good taste.

Robin, kicking one of Riddler's men on the shin - Tt. Poor taste. Gremlins, I suggest that one.

Red Robin, using his bo staff to hit one of Penguin's men on the back - I say The Polar Express.

Spoiler, punching one of Penguin's men, literally just a few meters away from Red Robin - Great choice, RR.

Batman, using the batarang to hit Riddler on the arm while trying to hide his smile as he listens to his kids in the comms.

Red Hood, reloading his gun as the robber at Crime Alley runs away from him -I thought Robin was gonna choose Mickey's Christmas Carol.

Nightwing, Red Robin and Spoiler laugh lightly in the comms.

Robin, rolling his eyes - Tt.

Black Bat, taking a homeless kid to one of Gotham's orphanages - How about White Christmas, the musical?

Batman, for the first time talks - I agree. (you can literally hear Robin whine in the background)

Red Robin - Batman has a favorite child.

Nightwing - I'm gutted.

Spoiler - I'm not surprised.

Red Hood, taking his gun out from the holster - How about we do Die- (shoots his gun twice ; everyone heard it. Red Hood becomes silent)

Oracle - Hood, you okay?

Batman, concern on his voice - Hood, report.

Everyone stops what they were doing, waiting for Red Hood to response.

In a few seconds...

Red Hood, laughing ; his voice modulator making him sound evil - I'm messing around. I shot my gun cus I was gonna suggest Die Hard. Get it? Die... (imitates the sound of his guns) Hard.

Batman growls. Nightwing, Red Robin, Spoiler and Black Bat laugh. Oracle just sighs with a smile. Robin with his usual tt.

Nightwing - And I thought I was the dramatic one.

Red Hood - Got it from you, Big Wing.

They ended up doing a marathon of the Christmas movies except Die Hard cus there was a family argument if that is even a Christmas movie.

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babydollmarauders · 4 months

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CHRISTMAS COOKIES — DAWSON MERCER

dawson mercer x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which baking christmas cookies with her boyfriend leads to y/n getting sticky

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, p in v (unprotected), nipple play, food play. (2.5k words)

notes: welcome to day 5 of the 12 days of kinkmas! i wrote this smut in…october! i tried something a bit different with this one, i hope y’all enjoy it!

“i’m gonna start on the wet ingredients, you think you can handle the dry ones?” i survey the countertop as i speak, containers of flour, sugar, and the likes all spread across the marble counter.

“yeah, i can do that.” Dawson nods, seeming confident, and i press a quick kiss to his cheek before i retreat to the mixer on the other side of the counter.

“uh… what’s the dry ingredients?” my boyfriend questions, making me turn back to see him staring at the ingredients with bewilderment. “they all seem dry to me.”

his head snaps up at the sound of my giggle, pasting a confused smile on his face.

“okay, how about i make the cookie dough, and you make the icing?” i suggest, and his shoulders slump in relief, nodding his head.

“that, i can handle.” he grins, switching places with me so he’s by the standing mixer.

i can use the hand mixer for the wet ingredients of the cookies, but i’m not sure i trust Dawson to not make a mess of the icing with the hand mixer.

we work in tandem, a gentle flow of holiday music pouring out from the alexa in the living room as we do our jobs.

it’s mainly silent between us, both focused on our own tasks; the only words being those of asking each other to hand the other something.

i’m nearly done rolling out the dough when Dawson comes over, proudly grasping the mixing bowl of icing. his hands are covered in powdered sugar, a wide, prideful smile on his face.

“i’m done!” he states, setting the bowl on the counter beside me so i can see.

“it looks great! good job, babe!” i cheer, transferring the dough onto a cookie sheet before popping it in the fridge to chill.

i turn back to my boyfriend, who stands at the counter, playing with leftover flour that i had sprinkled down to keep the dough from sticking to the countertops.

he perks up as i walk back over to him, a wet washcloth grasped in my hands to clean up the mess. the ingredients already taken care of, due to my tidy tendency of putting them away as i work.

“now what?” he asks me, watching as i wipe off the counter.

“well, the dough has to chill for at least an hour.” i explain, “so we can do whatever you want.”

a spark ignites in his eyes, and i know i should’ve chosen my words more carefully.

“whatever i want?” he repeats, taking a step forward. the front of his body presses against mine, his head dipping down to capture my lips with his.

he tastes sweet and sugary, like the icing he just made. his hands snake around to rest on my butt, and when he pulls his lips from mine, he chuckles.

“what are you laughing about?” i raise a brow, and when he brings his hands up to show them to me, they’re still covered in powdered sugar and flour. “oh my god!”

a lighthearted gasp escapes my lips, twisting and contorting my body to try and see my ass. when i do, i find two white powdered handprints on my black leggings.

“oh, you asshole!” i huff, turning back to glare at him as he now washes his hands at the sink, but he just laughs, knowing i don’t mean it. “you did that on purpose!”

“so what if i did?” he teases, watching me try and swat the white powder from the fabric.

i roll my eyes when i see that it’s only spreading it rather than getting rid of it.

“now i’ve gotta wash these.” i push the leggings down my legs, stepping out of them and leaving me in Dawson’s oversized t-shirt.

crumpling the black pants up in my hands, i make my way to the laundry room, stuffing them in the washer to join the other clothes that have sat in there far too long, and add detergent before pressing start.

“you know, that was mean!” i call out as i walk back to the kitchen. “you know those were my last clean pair.”

Dawson is leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest and a lopsided smirk on his face.

“i’m sorry.” he feigns a pout, uncrossing his arms in order to let his hands grip my sides, pulling me flush against him. “i guess i’ll have to make it up to you.”

“and how do you plan on doing that?” my hands lay flat against his chest, my head craned to peer up at him. my tone is sultry and slow, and the way he looks down at me, with eyes full of lust, i think i know exactly what he has planned.

he spins us around, caging me against the counter, while his lips meet mine. the once sweet and soft kiss that we shared just moments ago is gone, replaced by one of passion and desire. his tongue flicks across my bottom lip, coercing me into opening them, his tongue slipping through to mingle with mine.

his now clean hands slide down my hips, gripping my ass harshly and pulling my hips against his. a throaty moan is pulled from me as i feel his quickly hardening erection against my core, grinding against him in a steady pace.

i’m abruptly swept off my feet, deposited onto the counter without our kiss ever breaking. my body shivers, my back arching at the cold marble against my heated skin. my legs wrap around his waist, using them to pull him even closer against me, if even possible.

“i need you.” i breathe against his lips, and he nods, tilting chin forward to kiss me again.

his hands begin playing with the hem of my t-shirt, slipping underneath. his hands drag up my torso, brushing along the underside of my breasts before he cups beneath them.

he pulls his lips away, our heavy breaths mingling. pulling off my top, he leaves me in nothing but my cotton panties. his eyes lock on my breasts, my nipples stiff and peaked against the cold December air that the open living room window brings in.

“close your eyes.” he whispers, his breath fanning across the side of my face as he leans forward.

i follow his command, squeezing my eyes shut. my heart races in wonder and confusion, especially when i hear a clatter and screech of metal against the counter.

i open my mouth, about to question his actions, when i’m cut off by something cold and thick spread across my nipples. my breath hitches in my throat, my eyes flying open to gauge his actions.

Dawson stands between my spread legs, his index finger covered in icing, and when i peek down at my chest, i find icing dripping down my breasts.

“oh.” my teeth sink into my bottom lip as i watch him smirk. his eyes lock with mine, staring back at me as he slowly descends to my chest, his tongue darting out.

he licks up my left breast, following the path of dripping icing until he reaches my nipple. my chest heaves as he reaches his desired destination, his lips closing around the stiff peaks, sucking it into his mouth. his tongue swirls around it, collecting the icing.

“oh.” my hand cups the back of his neck, gripping his hair to ground myself amongst the immense pleasure. shockwaves wrack my body, my back arching and my jaw going slack as my head tilts back, my eyes squeezing shut.

he pulls off with a pop, his fingers replacing his lips while he switches to my other breast. while one nipple is pinched and circled by his thumb, the other is licked and drawn into his mouth.

once he’s sucked all the icing off, his hand splays across my chest, pushing me down onto the counter. he dips his finger back into the icing, spreading a line up my torso before dipping in again and slathering it on my nipples once more.

he stares into my eyes, pressing his finger to my lips, and i part them, allowing the digit to push against my tongue. remaining eye contact, i close my lips around him, sucking and swirling my tongue around, licking his finger clean from the icing.

Dawson lets out a groan, his hips rolling against mine in the heat of the moment, prior to pulling his hand away.

he dips down again, pressing a kiss to my lower stomach before letting his tongue drag up my abdomen, licking up the icing. my body tenses as he does so, leaving behind a trail of sticky saliva in his wake. as he reaches my cleavage, he presses open mouthed kisses up my sternum before trailing off towards my left nipple. he licks around it, swirling his tongue and sucking.

my hand flies up to grip the edge of the countertop above my head, the other tangling in his fluffy dark blonde tresses. a cry of pleasure echoes throughout the kitchen, and it takes me a second to even realize it’s my sound.

he kisses his way across to my other breast, repeating the process as his fingers pinch and pull on the hardened peak that his lips just abandoned.

a knot forms in my stomach, tangling and twisting as he goes. my toes curl, my brows furrowing and my back arching as chin tilts up towards the ceiling. a strangled moan falls from my lips, my body convulsing slightly as my orgasm washes over me.

at my heavy breathing and high pitched whimpers, Dawson pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he looks down at me in my blissed state.

“did you just…?” he trails off, chuckling as i nod. “i didn’t know you could do that.”

“me neither.” i shudder, sitting up.

my skin feels tacky from the icing, but i push that thought to the side, cupping the nape of his neck with both hands. i pull him forward, crashing my lips against his.

“that was so fucking hot.” he mutters into the kiss, momentarily getting distracted when i begin to tug his shirt up.

“i want you to fuck me.”

at my words, he pulls away, his hands pulling his shirt over his head before he pulls me in for another kiss. his thumbs hook into the sides of my panties and i lean back on my hands, lifting my hips and allowing him to pull the cotton fabric down my legs.

the cold air hits against my slick heat, resulting in shivers across my body, making Dawson chuckle lowly.

“so pretty,” he compliments, lazily dragging the back of his knuckles down my stomach. “all naked for me.”

his fingers find my core, sliding through my cum. his eyes find mine, holding the contact as he brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean.

i moan at the sight, tugging at his jeans. my fingers fumble with his button and his hands shoo mine away, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping, tugging his pants and boxers down his legs and stepping out.

his dick springs up, slapping against his abdomen, and my pussy clenches at the sight. his tip is red and swollen, a bead of pre-cum leaking out.

i reach forward, gently grasping the base, and giving it a light tug.

“don’t be a tease, baby.” he gruffs out, hands gripping my waist as he yanks me off the counter.

i let go in surprise and he spins me around, pushing me down and bending me over the counter. he wastes no time in running his cock through the wetness of my folds, groaning at the feeling. i can feel his dick prod at my entrance as he lines up, sliding in easily, and my breath catches as he fills me up.

“fuck, you’re so perfect.” he grunts, bottoming out inside of me. one of my hands splays flat on the counter, the other reaching down to my hip, clawing his hand away in order to hold it in mine.

“please move.” i whisper, barely audible over the christmas music that still drifts throughout the kitchen.

Dawson leans forward, swiping my hair to the side and over my shoulder. his bare chest presses against my back as he leaves wet kisses to the back of my neck, his hips snapping as he begins to thrust.

he brings our hands to the countertop, laying my palm flat with his resting on top of it, while his other hand snakes around the front of to gently rub my clit.

an outward gasp drops from my parted lips, pushing my hips back to meet him.

the more time passes, the harder his thrusts get, until my hips are hitting the edge of the counter with each stroke, surely getting bruised in the process.

“shit, i don’t know if i’m gonna last.” his voice is tight, words sounding as though spoken through clenched teeth, and i nod in agreement.

“i’m so close, Daws!” in contrast to the last time i spoke, i’m practically yelling now, my climax building with each stroke and each circular rub of my clit.

my legs feel close to giving out, my back arching to hit a new angle. his thrusts are turning sloppy, the rhythm leaving, and i feel his abs flex against my back, letting me know he’s close.

his finger speeds up, pushing me closer and closer until the edge, until finally the pleasure becomes too much. my legs begin to shake, my walls tightening around him, hitting my orgasm and spurring on his.

Dawson continues fucking me through our releases, fucking his cum deeper into me as he does so. once i’ve come down from my high, i reach back, pushing him away by the hip, and he stops, his heavy breaths mixing with mine as i spin around to face him.

he’s got a small smile as he pants, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against his chest. i lay my head against him, listening to his heart pound, slowly but surely evening back out to its normal pace.

i mentally cringe at a realization. he’s supposed to bring these cookies tomorrow during morning skate before the game against the Flyers.

“well, i think we might have to make more icing.” i joke, gaining a laugh from my boyfriend.

“there’s still plenty!” he remarks, looking down at me with a mischievous grin.

“Dawson, that is so unsanitary! we can’t give the team christmas cookies made with icing that your hands were in!” he opens his mouth as though to argue with me but i cut him off before he can start. “your hands, which had touched my boobs!”

a look of possession dawns across his face and he nods, “you’re right, they’re not inadvertently tasting you.”

“oh gross, babe!” i chuckle, pulling away from him. my chest peels from his, still sticky from the icing, and i cringe.

“i need a shower.”

Dawson scoffs as i walk away, heading towards our bedroom, and i’m almost there when i look over my shoulder.

“you coming?” i call out. i can’t hold back my giggle when i hear his footsteps slapping against the tile and then hardwood, catching up with me.

he raises an eyebrow, pointing back towards our christmas tree in the living room as he speaks.

“if i ever say no to that question, i want you to choke me with that garland.”

#faithlynn’s 12 days of kinkmas #dawson mercer #dawson mercer x reader #dawson mercer imagine #dawson mercer smut #dawson mercer fic #dawson mercer blurb #nj devils #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl smut #faithlynn’s writings <3

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mvrtaiswriting · 9 months

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Hello 🤗 can I request no6 from the drunk prompts for your event with ace?

Portgas D. Ace x prompt 6 (drunk prompts) - “okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

ofc you can, tysm for participating!! hope this is okay :) i love writing for ace eheh - I hope this is okay and that it meets your expectations! enjoy and lmk what you think <333

gender neutral reader | mention of alcohol / drunken behaviour | 808 words.

reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated ♡ if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. -> from this event.

A familiar warmth rapidly spread across your cheeks as you chucked down yet another drink, Thatch swiftly preparing one pint after the other. The whole ship echoed with laughter, loud music playing in the background as a bunch of crew members tunelessly sang their usual chants.

"To us!"

The clicking sound of two glasses followed your words as you cheered with Marco. His usual seriousness was now replaced by the boldness only a good drink can give, and for once, Marco was having fun with all of you - drinking more than he could handle, playing stupid games and blurting out embarrassing things he would regret in the morning. After all, you deserved it - you had just escaped a real-life nightmare, obtaining yet another Poneglyph and surviving a clash with one of the four emperors, continuing Whitebeard's legacy and honouring his name. For the first night in weeks, you could finally let your guard down.

When Izou took your hand, letting you get up from your seat just to swing you around and luring you into a dance with him, you couldn't help but laugh, following his movements. His body felt warm against yours, his experienced hands resting on your hips as he swayed you from one direction to another. Regardless of your goofy movements, everyone was cheering on the two of you - everyone but Ace.

The fire fist remained silent, sitting on the bench you were just sharing with him, sipping on his drink and keeping his eyes locked on you. His pupils kept scanning your figure, the way your stumbled during your dance and the places Izou's hands wondered around your body. The slightest sparkle of jealousy started in his heart as he saw the love of his life in the arms of another man - someone he could never compete with. Ace wondered whether the attentions you were giving to his fellow comrade were out of affection, or love, or alcohol. Sure - every time you drank you often grew cuddlier, gifting hugs and snuggling with him and Marco; but this time it was different. This time, your body was pressed against one of the strongest commanders among the Whitebeard's crew, and you seemed to look at him the way you should have looked at Ace.

Ace was brought back to reality when you slammed your hands on the table, a loud laugh escaping your lips as you tried to keep yourself from falling.

"Hi fire boi." you called, poking his nose.

Smiling in response, Ace lightly tapped his hand on the bench, inviting you to take place next to him. Accepting his invitation, you were quick to snuggle against him, your head now resting on his shoulder.

"Had fun?"

Ace asked, his words sounding more bitter than intended. Only nodding in response, you snatched his drink off his hands and took a sip, the stinging taste of rum making you scrunch your nose. Attempting to put the glass down, you clumsily smashed it against the table, knocking down a few other drinks that were now spilling all over and soaking all of your clothes.

“Okay, i think that’s enough for tonight.”

Ace said, taking what was left of the glasses off your hand and helping you get up. You couldn't help but chuckle at the mess you made, worsening your staggering and only making it easier for you to fall. Ace's arm was quick to wrap around your waist, holding you tightly and gently helping you make your way to your room. The path to your bedroom was not without obstacles, and when you finally made it to bed Ace could finally relax again.

"Take this."

Ace said, taking off his shirt. Ironically, earlier that night he had spent hours searching through his wardrobe, trying to find a shirt that would suit him perfectly - he wanted to look nice, and he wanted you to notice. Yet, here he was again - standing shirtless in front of you. A giggle escaped your lips as you appreciated the sight in front of you - regardless of how many times you had seen his abs or lazily traced the freckles on his chest, Ace was still doing it for you. Mumbling a weak thank you, you changed into his clothes.

"Don't need to turn around." you teased, seeing Ace flustered reaction.

The mere act of your fingers reaching the hems of your own shirt made painted Ace's cheeks of a crimson red, quickly turning around to give you some privacy.

"You clearly had enough drinks." Ace remarked.

"Not enough to regret this in the morning."

Getting up from your bed, you walked towards him. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you rested your head against his muscular back.

"Sleep here tonight, mh?" you whispered against his skin, leaving a kiss on his shoulder blade.

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klausysworld · 10 months

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So I want to say something before I request what I want to request I just want to say that I love all of your storys and it's okay to have writer's block which is what it seems you have what helps me when I have writer's block is playing the music I like than thinking about it and kinda playing it out in my head it helps me a lot

Okay now for the request can you do an alpha Klaus Mikaelson where he mate who is an omega who rejects him because she is scared he will hurt her because of all the lies Elena,Damon, and Stefan tell her so she keeps on rejecting him even though it's hurting her and Klaus but one day she goes into heat (if your okay with writing that) and Klaus knows she is in heat because he can feel it so he rushes to her wanting to help her through her heat but Stefan and Damon try to keep him away from her which made him go feral wanting his mate maybe ending in smut? Only if you want to!

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Klaus’ senses were significantly heightened once he broke his curse. It was as though the world were brighter, everything was stronger. Including his urges, whether it be his blood lust, his sexual desire or his new found instincts for his wolf side.

His wolf seemed to mess with his head more than he’d like, it was difficult to be a hybrid, many advantages yes but his vampire and werewolf sides didn’t exactly get along.

His wolf side had all sorts of wants and needs, never happy and Klaus didn’t understand why.

When he and Stefan were on their little wolf hunt trip, he felt like he was going mad being surrounded by all the wolves. His hormones were through the roof and it felt like his wolf was searching for something, someone.

But he couldn’t find anything that fulfilled him so they moved on.

And things were going…well not great. He couldn’t find why his blood wasn’t turning the wolves and then he finds out Stefan has betrayed him.

Though maybe it was all meant to happen because his wolf found exactly what it had been looking for.

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Klaus came to halt, Elena knocking into his as he gripped her arm tightly. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, nostrils flaring as he breathed in a delightful scent. His eyes darted around the gym room for the source of this sensation and he was pleasantly surprised to find a petite girl hiding by the bleachers.

“Rebekah keep her alive for a moment” he mumbled while shoving the doppelgänger aside. Rebekah raised her rows and followed his sightline in confusion only to gain a small smirk as she grabbed ahold of Elena.

Klaus made a cautious approach to the meek girl who brought her knees to her chest as she eyed him nervously. He knelt down before her, listening to the quickening patter of her heart as it nearly left out of her chest. His hand rose to her face, his thumb brushing along her cheekbone making her breath hitch and his wolf growl pleasantly in his mind.

Omega

The simple one word spun through his head, his wolf finally calming. The urge for everything else was gone, he just wanted her. Touch her, taste her, scent her, hear her sweet voice and watch her submit to him. He could tell instantly how sweet and innocent she was, the perfect little submissive he knew it.

Her face automatically nuzzled into his hands as he cupped her cheeks. His eyes practically sparkled as his tongue darted out to wet his lips and he leaned a little closer to feel her breath on his face.

“Would you get away from her!?” Caroline yelled, storming over and snatching the girl from his grasp. The omega let out a squeak as she latched onto Caroline tightly allowing her to carry her away from the hybrid.

Klaus was pissed but he decided to brush it off for the moment, instead carrying on with his plans and figuring out his hybrid situation.

A mistake apparently because the second he left her, she was fed an incredible amount of horror stories of him and the next time he saw her she was reaching to scream bloody murder.

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Klaus approached the trio in the grill. Damon, Elena and Y/n as he now knew her to be called. He was looking for where Stefan had his family, he also hoped that Y/n might be a little less terrified than when he came to see her at his fathers wake. Poor thing took off faster than light when he appeared in front of her.

But looking at her, he knew she was still haunted by the things she was told.

And Damon knew exactly what he was doing as he pulled her into his side, arm around her shoulders and a kiss pressed to the top of her head as he called her a good girl.

Klaus should’ve torn his head off right there. But that would only ruin his chances even further.

Threatening them all probably didn’t help either but he couldn’t help himself.

He got to see her again at the Salvatore’s when Elena bargained for Jeremy’s life with Rebekah’s.

She was just in the living room curled up in her blankets while she watched her show. He smiled at the scene, the floor resembling a sort of nest as she remained completely oblivious to anyone else’s presence and munched on her Pringles.

He made a very slow approach to her, disregarding his sister and instead focusing on his omega who hesitantly turned her head to face him.

She looked back to the tv and he took that as an okay for him to slip in beside her, his arm moving around her waist and pulling her to his chest. He could smell the fear rolling off her but at the same time she leaned back into him.

He stayed with her until the end of her episode by which time she seemed to have fallen asleep and Damon had gotten home, standing with his arms crossed and a disgusted expression on his face as he silently demanded Klaus get out of his house.

He saw her around, often making sure to brush against her to get his scent on her, anything to get her attention. And more often than not she gave it to him and he could tell she was warming to the idea of his wolf being her alpha but he also saw the Salvatores feeding her more lies and keeping her away from him.

But he wasn’t one to back off.

Especially not when she needed him.

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The strong wave of her heat smacked him right in the face the second he woke up. All his hybrids were on edge and he felt like he was going to lose his mind.

She needed him and he knew it.

Klaus rushed straight there, shoes barely on his feed as he kicked the Salvatore’s door in only to be dragged back out by both brothers.

His deadly teeth snapped at them as they tried to keep him out, ignoring the whimpers and cries of the little wolf upstairs.

Damon took to launching any sharp pieces of possible wood at him while Stefan went to try calm Y/n down only to make her jump at him in need. Klaus could hear her soft moans as she felt the skin on skin touch with Stefan and that pushed him over the edge.

Damon was impaled through the stomach, the end digging into the wall to keep him in place as Klaus sped his way upstairs.

Stefan was swiftly removed from his omega and he had her straight in his lap. Door locked and curtains drawn as he shed his shirt and pulled her right up against him. She was already only in her underwear and an instant moan left her lips as his skin pressed to hers.

“Daddy” she whimpered and he growled softly, his hands rubbed along her arms, down her back and her legs.

“That’s it sweet omega, daddy has you now” he murmured while laying her down onto her back amongst the blankets she had layered up. “Such a beautiful nest my love” he praised and she mewed in reply.

His eyes dragged down her body, her beautiful neck all ready for him to mark, her black bra barely containing her breasts with how eager she had been to throw herself at him, her abdomen soft as he trailed his hand down to her lower belly. His fingers fiddled with the laced band of her panties, glancing up to see her eyes eagerly watching his hand.

“Tell me little wolf, how many heats have you had?” He questioned with a slight tilt of his head

“Three” she whispered and he hummed

“And how did you calm yourself down…I can’t imagine the gang let you go feral all by yourself?” He wondered while slowly pulling her underwear down her legs much to her excitement

“Had to do it myself” she whimpered and his brows rose, a smirk tugging at his lips while her legs opened to reveal her glistening core. The scent of her slick immediately overwhelmed his senses in the most delicious of ways and it had his wolf ready to devour her.

“Oh did you my pet? How so?” He pressed watched her blush a little but ultimately her wolf was too desperate to delay her chance at having her true alpha inside her during her heat.

“My fingers…but it doesn’t ever work no matter..how much” she grows quieter with each word and he strokes her inner thighs with a hum.

“Omega, love, do you know what your heat is?” He asked while inching her fingers closer and closer to her soaked cunt.

“Need touch” she whispered and he chuckled

“Where do you need it love?” He murmured and she whined in frustration as he traced her labia.

“Inside” she whimpered. He leaned down and pressed soft kisses to her torso, loving how her body arched to meet his mouth.

“And your little fingers just don’t fill you up so they sweetheart? How about we try mine for now” he mumbled while rubbing both his hands just lightly over her soft pussy.

She whispers a quiet “yes please” making him smile and kiss her stomach a few times as he rubbed his fingers through her wetness. Soft sounds left her lips as he let his thumb roll over the hood of her clit.

“You know after this you don’t get to run away any more, no more hiding behind Damon hm?”

She nodded enthusiastically and raised her hands to hold onto her knees as she pulled them to stay against her breasts.

“You have to promise little one” he pressed while his index finger slowly began to sink into her.

She squirmed under him, her pussy pulsing as she kept nodding “I promise, no running, all yours I promise”

“Good girl” he mumbled while leisurely pumping his finger inside her. A soft light left her as she relaxed against the pillows and quilts. Her walls very quickly fit to his fingers once he brought his middle one inside as well.

“Alpha more” she whined and his eyes shut, her begging was driving him to insanity. He shuffled backward a little and brought his face over her needy cunt, his lips firmly pressing to her clit making her moan out.

He let his tongue glide over it slowly at first, then quickly. Both his mouth and fingers moved fast to have her crying and writhing in pleasure beneath him. A third finger filled her, her legs moved to wrap around his head making klaus chuckle which caused a wave of vibrations travel through her. Her thighs held his head close as she whined loudly and clenched around his fingers.

He let his teeth lightly brush over the hood of her clit, loving how her body thrust up to his mouth as he used his supernatural abilities to move his fingers inside her at an impossible speed. Klaus relished in the loud moans that echoed through the house as her hands clutched the sheets below her.

She felt her alpha suck at her clit harshly, his mouth hot and wet against her as her eyes squeezed shut and a string of sounds spilled past her lips. Her foot rubbed up and down his back as she panted desperately, quite literally like a dog in heat.

A long cry left her throat as his finger curved inside her, finding that pleasant spot that had her tightening significantly and calling his name like a needy little slut

And he obliged eagerly, relishing in every reaction she had. How her body rolled to find his touch and how her vocal cords never gave up as she yelled for him over and over. A blur of “daddy” “alpha” and the occasional “klaus” as she chased that euphoric feeling.

He lightly bit down against her clit, forcing her orgasm to explode through her and all over his hand and her legs dropping making his grin to himself as his tongue licked her clean. His fingers slipped out of her before he brought them up for her lips to wrap around. She sucked them greedily and glanced up at him through her dark doe eyes.

Klaus pulled his hand away from her mouth before pressing his own lips to hers, groaning into her mouth as she wrapped both her arms and legs around him and pulled him right down into the nest, clawing at the blankets to get them over him.

He pulled away briefly only for her to forcefully drag him back, her lips desperate for his and she ground her pussy to his trousers. She moaned into him at the feel of his hard cock beneath his pants, her hands began to tug at his hair as she grew hungrier for his touch after receiving a taste of what he could give her.

“Omega-“ he grunted but she wouldn’t let him get another word out.

“Fill me alpha, want babies” she whimpered, her nails growing to claws and scratching marks into his back that soon healed. He felt his body become heavier at her words and a breathy “oh god” left him at the mere though of her carrying his pups.

“Y/n-“ he muttered

“Please Daddy, please give it to me” she moved her head to suck at his neck, licking along his scent gland before nipping it lightly.

“Bloody hell sweetheart, wasn’t expecting such eagerness from you my love” he whispered, his head tilting slightly for her to gain better access. He groaned as she gripped his curls especially hard and bit down enough to pierce his skin. He could feel his cock straining his clothes as she rubbed along it and her teeth in him was making it hard not to finish in his pants.

She pulled away to look at her mark, happy that even though it healed, two slits scarred into his neck. At the same time he looked down between them to see his trousers soaked through with her desire.

Klaus had to forcefully pin her to the bed so she wouldn’t be able to latch onto him and keep him down with her.

He leaned back on his knees, pushing her legs down despite her protests and borderline groping at him which made him chuckle as he pressed down on her chest.

“Hush sweetheart, your alpha is going to make you feel a little less needy but unfortunately my love, daddy won’t be giving you any babies today” he whispered to her making her whimper and try weasel her hands into his pants. “No no omega, not this time. You get that once you let me take you out properly” he murmured much to both her disappointment and excitement. “Just lay back and enjoy what my hands and mouth can do for you okay? Perhaps I should bring you to my house and I’ll get you some toys out hm?” He hummed and her eyes darkened further as she nodded innocently.

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Jenna Ortega Headcanons

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and smut

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SFW

-You both freaking love to cuddle. While sleeping, watching a movie, reading a book etc. you both find comfort in being in each others arms. If you need to get up for bathroom or water good luck girly cause she ain’t letting you go

-She can’t help but admire everything you do, even if it’s just you reading a book she’s so head over heels for you

-Loves to be kissed on her cheek, cause that’s where her dimples are. She’ll smile wide when you kiss her there, she claims it tickles so you continue to do it

-If you do a sport or are in band she comes to every game/concert she possibly can (if she’s not busy). If you write books she gets to help you or gets sneak peak of what you’re writing annnnnd gets to be the first person to read it

-If you don’t know how to cook she’ll teach you, (this girl makes amazing meals). There was one time you helped her cook something but you almost burnt the house down so she banned you from the kitchen.

-^^If you can cook she’s always willing to help and eat whatever you make! And tells you how amazing it is

-When she’s gone for acting she’ll call/facetime you every night.

-Jasmine and Melissa tease her about how she’s so in love with you

-Horror Movie marathons every Friday night. (If you hate horror movies you can hide in her chest or the crook of her neck)

-Comes home with your favorite food whenever she’s out

-At this point you both share the same clothes cause you love stealing each others

-The both of you can’t live without music, so you’ll share earbuds when listening to music together

-Has really good music taste

-You watch all her movies (especially when you miss her on the days she’s acting)

-She always mentions you in an interview

-She loves you so so so so much

-You always happen catching her staring at you with those eyes (that lovey dovey look)

NSFW

-A switch but prefers to be top, loves to dominate you

-Likes vanilla sex but adds a little roughness to it (if you’d like)

-Has a pretty high praise kink, receiving or giving either works for her

“You’re such a good girl, taking my fingers so we’ll”

“I wanna see that pretty face when you cum..”

“Fuck darling, making a mess all over me”

“That’s it, let go..let go for me baby”

-It drives her crazy when you moan her name

-Praises your body every time you have sex and always asks for consent

“You have such a pretty body for a pretty girl, so beautiful darling…”

“I’m so obsessed with these thighs, so pretty..so kissable..”

“This okay?”

“Are you positive that you want this hunny?”

-Loves to experiment, if you’re up for it! Has a full box of toys she uses on you, to figure out what you like

-She has strap-on dildos to vibrators

-But boy does she love using the strap-on she owns, she has various sizes of dildos. She goes from smallest to biggest, longest to shortest and thickest to less thick

“Hmp…god..you feel so good baby and you look so cute taking my strap. Good girl..yes cum for me, cum all over this fucking cock”

-Loves to cover you in hickies, she wants everyone to know your hers.

-After sex is so gentle with her, she rubs your sore body before taking you to the bathroom to take a bath then get rest after.

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First headcanons! I think I’ll have people take a vote when I post it!

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter #wednsday addams #Vada Cavell

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