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roanniom · 10 months

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fuck reality, think about waking up with eddie's mouth latched onto your nipple 🥰

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, drug use (weed)

You wake up to a sensation that has your hips bucking upwards and your hand reaching up, fingers tangling into messy, curly hair.

“Mmmfuck,” you mumble into the darkness. Eddie Munson releases your nipple from his mouth with a wet pop.

“Nice to see you, too, sweetheart.”

His weight is warm and heavy on top of your body in the best way with your sleep shirt pushed up under your shoulders to expose your chest. You pull him in further against you and breathe in the scent of leather and minty gum and smoke and weed, layered over his sandalwood shampoo.

“Eddieeee,” you let out as a happy whine. He chuckles darkly in response and kisses down your neck back to the valley between your breasts.

“Babyyyy,” he whines back as a mimicking response. He’s further down the bed, his lower half humps the mattress where it rests between your spread legs. “Gonna give it to you real good, no need to get all whiny on me princess.”

You laugh at that and it comes out breathy. Eddie had been out all night at band practice, so you’d laid down for a little nap while waiting for him. You massage the delicate skin beneath his ear as he presses a kiss to one of your nipples and then the other.

“Always take care of my girls, don’t I?” he says to your breasts before sucking on one of your nipples again. You gasp and pull at his hair again, making him hum against you. “Mmmm yeah I do. But I do play favorites, don’t I, kitty?”

He slides a hand down your abdomen to press under the waistband of your panties. His fingers swirl in the gathered slick as he shuts his lids over rolling eyes.

“She’s been waiting for me, huh?”

“Eddie…” you giggle.

“Shhh, kitty’s talking to me right now, baby,” he hushes, smiling wide at the wet sounds coming from your pussy as he slides his fingers deep inside. You want to chide him for being silly, but he crooks his finger to press at that sweet spot and you’re gasping.

“Ohhh kitty’s been waiting for me like a good girl. Like a good, drooling girl,” Eddie coos, making sure to press circles into your clit with the heel of his palm. You can’t keep from laughing.

“How high are you, Munson?” you ask and he shrugs.

“Only one joint in, baby. Saving the rest for you,” he replies, smoothly reaching his freehand to pull a join out of his back pocket.

“So one joint and you’re having full conversations with my cunt?” you tease, plucking the joint from his fingers and putting it between your lips. He tsks disapprovingly while you pick up the lighter from your bedside table and strike it.

“Her name is kitty, and you need to treat her right,” Eddie admonishes. You roll your eyes but your hips buck of their own accord when he leans down and kisses your clit. Eddie grins up at you from between your legs. “She says your fingers are too small and you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Shut up,” you moan, nudging your knee against his shoulder. He pins your leg down and begins licking gently at your opening, taking his time and stopping often to place many wet kisses to the juncture of your hip and thigh. Meanwhile you light the joint and inhale deeply.

After you’ve taken a third hit - you’ve gotta catch up to him of course - you melt back against the pillows with a sigh, beginning to feel real relaxation set on. Eddie looks up from between your thighs again, your slick on his pretty lips.

“Gonna share, princess?” He asks, reaching out with his free hand. You shrug.

“Gonna start complimenting me instead of my cunt?”

Eddie leans up and swipes the joint from your fingers, leaving you dissolving into giggles. He watches you as his cheeks hollow and he inhales, blowing the smoke away from.

“My baby’s feeling neglected?” he asks teasingly.

“No…” you say but your smile is growing as your high begins to set in.

“If you want compliments, I can give you compliments, princess. Unlike you, kitty is patient.”

You scoff at him, but he quickly reaches up and puts the joint on the ashtray on your bedside table before grabbing you by the backs of your thighs. You squeal at being pulled further down the bed, eyes going wide at Eddie moving up to settle on top of you, lap cradled against your exposed pelvis.

“You are the most beautiful…” he stops to kiss one cheek, “loveliest…” kiss to the other cheek, “most spoiled girl in the world.”

“Hey!” you try to say but he reaches down and places two fingers back deep inside of you, making you gasp at the end of the word. He watches your face intently. Drinks in your pleasure.

“C’mon baby, give me what I want,” he says quietly, forehead against yours. His thumb is on your clit and you’re dizzy.

“Yeah of course. Fuck me,” you oblige. Eddie shakes his head, his nose rubbing against yours in the process.

“Sweetheart, that’s not what I want,” he chuckles. “Well yeah, eventually. But right now I want you to cum. Can you do that for me?”

“Wanna cum for you, Eds,” you nod. He begins nodding along with you.

“Gonna cum for me, princess?”

“Mmmyeah.”

“Mmmm fuck yeah,” Eddie groans as he feels your walls tighten around his fingers. Your face scrunches up in pleasure and he beams watching you. “So fucking sexy.”

You cum on his fingers, as requested, writhing in his arms. Eddie holds you through it, stroking your thigh and whispering into your neck.

“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it? Ohhhh I know it does.”

When your mind finally clears and your muscles melt into a numb puddle, you look up to find Eddie, the picture of ease sitting in front of you with your spread thighs still slung over the tops of his. He’d retrieved and relit the joint. He watches you over it as he takes a long, deep hit, his cheeks hollowing, as his other hand fists lazily over his swollen cock, now pulled out of his sweatpants.

“Well aren’t you a pretty picture,” he says with a crooked smile.

“Thanks,” you hum, preening under his gaze. Eddie’s smile turns wolfish as he lifts his cock and drops it so that the underside lands heavy over your wet slit.

“I was talking to kitty, but you sure are pretty, too, princess.”

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#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you

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pigeonpeach · 5 months

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Genshin women responding to you in a nightgown

Suggestive themes!

Characters x afab reader:Navia, Arlecchino, Dehya, Yelan, Jean, Clorinde

Arlecchino

You might just be the death of her. Alrecchino isn’t one who bothers to restrain herself. If she wants you and you’re willing then she’ll take you. The only exception being around her children for obvious reasons. But seeing you in a delicate silky soft nightgown drives her mad. And she won’t hesitate to tear it down the middle and shove you onto the bed with your legs in the air as she dives down to claim whats hers

Dehya

Dehya may be a strong woman, she has a reputation amongst the eremites as being very capable while still buying stuff makeup. However! That doesn’t mean she isn’t blushing and huffing when she sees you picking out the lacy and short nightgowns at the store. Sumeru is very warm so there isn’t too much need to wear too much layers at night. But ohhh boy. That dress is so thin, it would just cup your curves and showcase your body’s shape. She just lays back in bed as she looks over you hungrily, trying to not immediately crumble despite the fact that she will the second you lean over her.

Navia

She too is also one to wear night gowns. Lathough hers are more long, when she spots you in a shorter one she can’t help but just… hold you. She says she wants to just feel the fabric but its really just a excuse to run her hands over your chest, lightly grabbing at your skin as she starts to pepper kisses onto any exposed skin she sees. Slowly riling you up as she innocently kisses your thighs all while looking up at you. You know from the look in your eyes that it’ll be a long night!

Yelan

Nothing quite like gentle and loose fabrics like that. She probably gifted you those pieces with the intention of it being easy for her to just slide them up and toy with you endlessly. She clearly prefers the nightgown over any other pajamas you have. Especially the translucent or transparent ones. Ohhh you won’t be getting much sleep in those.

Clorinde

Oooh who doesn’t love nightgowns. Especially coming home to the sight of your lovely little wife in such delicate lace and silk. Oh she had such a weakness for such things. She’ll immediately be pinning you to the bed, eagerly removing her uniform without care. The second she sees the hint of cleavage, oh she’ll be biting and removing her gloves. Her hands just can’t stay to themselves when you look so… tempting.

Jean

What better way to lure your beloved to sleep than that. Who wouldn’t love the sight of their partner in such attire? Knocking on her office and innocently asking if she’ll be in bed soon, the beds just so cold without her :(. Oh she can’t resist you. She’ll be right there with haste.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #suggestive themes #genshin impact #jean gunnhildr x reader #arlechinno genshin #arlecchino x y/n #clorinde #clorinde x reader #navia x reader #dehya x reader #yelan x you #yelan x reader #navia x you #wlw x reader

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seattlesellie · 1 year

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Can’t stop thinking about how els is def the type of gf to gift you her boxers and make u keep them bc she likes the way ur ass looks in them😭😭 and she’d keep giving pairs to u and you’d have to be like baby ur gonna run out of boxers to wear..

✮ god if it’s like, your first time sleeping over at her place & you accidentally didn’t pack anything clean to bring with you, so after you leave the shower with a little towel on you’re like “ellie…? i don’t have any clean underwear…” she’s all smirking still laying on the bed, looking you up and down “what happened to yesterdays pair? did they get… ruined— or something?”

✮ before you even have time to react to her teasing manner, she pulls out a fresh pair from her drawer. they’re light grey calvin klein one’s (ellie doesn’t care about labels, they just happened to be on sale and they make her thighs look so good) she hands them to you, and just stands with her hands crossed on her chest, facing you directly. you suddenly get unreasonably embarrassed— does she expect you to put them on in front of her? so you have a little staring competition for a few seconds, before you glare at her and ask; “can you… turn around?”

✮ she rolls her eyes and snickers, “but i’ve already seen y—“ before she continues her sentence, you turn her to face the wall and she huffs and stifles a giggle. you jump inside of them, and the thought of knowing that ellie’s worn them and… no! don’t be a weirdo.

✮ “ta da!” you quip as she turns around, and you slightly bunch up the towel to let her take a peak at how they beautifully they adorn your body ♡ shes all droopy eyed and lovedrunk and “ohhh god damn— turn around” she growls, and pulls the towel off of your form, to pin you up against the wall and just stare.

✮ she crouches down, starts planting soft kisses on your asscheeks over the soft material— “you’re mine” she bites the flesh on one cheek, and jiggles the other one with her hand, just to watch the fat recoil and bounce, making you jolt. “my boxers… my fucking girl, y’got that?”

✮ she thought seeing you in a thong, or my god— seeing you bare in front of her is gonna make her go into cardiac arrest… but seeing you, in her boxers, wearing her shit makes ellie believe that you’re most likely going to be the death of her.

✮ so don’t get surprised when she hides your underwear after sleeping over, makes you look for them for ten minutes before she tells you; “damn… guess you’re gonna have to wear mine again” with a super obviously fake pout.

also imagine how good it’ll feel to have her strap against you while you’re wearing her boxers n she grinds u back and forth till they get completely ruined bye

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #ellie williams smut

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astralnymphh · 7 months

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MDNI MDNI MAMA PETNAME!! im trying to write a fluff ask but my brain keeps snapping to SMUT specifically about fucking els with a dildo. not a strap, just a dildo in your grip, getting close and personal with watchful eyes aimed on her engorged pussy lips swelling and closing as she takes that silicone cock in. how a thin white ring would slowly merge around the cocks' base, oozing from those pretty pink folds– her whimpers of "fuuckk, babygirl– mhh, ohhh shit–" while she pins her lip down, swallowing the length inside with her greedy pussy clamping, asking you to, "slap it on my fucking puss– yeah, mhh–" right as you sheathe the dick out and lashing with a wet smack to her labia, eyeing the skins' recoil, "such a pretty pussy, els, god.." or, fuck, if you were actually strapping her she would say, "y–your cock– uhhnn.. so good, mama– yes yes yes, fuck me fuck– fuck!" n absoutely clenching those beet red bootycheeks up as she cums. favouring sub!ellie at this hour i guess. GET THESE HORNY THOUGHTS OUT RAGHH!!

PELAAE IM GOINH TO CREAM MY CRUMPETS THINKING TOO HARD ON THIS

#ellie williams #⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras thoughts #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #sub!ellie #lesbian #sapphic #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams concept #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie williams x you

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batwritings · 6 months

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Im back again bc my brain is rotting , plspls , i ask of you , ghost fucking his cute gf on their kitchen counter, like imagine reader is making dinner , dressed in a cute skirt and one of his sweaters , reader looks hot ass fuck to simon , especially because they currently have a vibrating dildo inside of themselves, simon had put it there because he wanted to have fun and what was more fun than making his sweet angel suffer ? So reader is cooking with shakey hands and legs , softly whimper and sniffling while tears run down her face , frustrated that she cant do anything because she had to be a good girl , that is until reader us about to come , she doubles over the counter and her whole body is trembling, she's abo- , oh wait , Simon pulled the dildo out , leaving his poor angel edged until later after dinner , he makes her cum as much as she deserves and absolutely destroys her cunt , cumming inside of her and then fucking it back inside of her , so she can take it like a good girl while he praises her :)))) (idk why i make ts so detailed)

See here's the thing about Simon goddamn Riley: you cannot tell me this man isn't touch starved and in need of someone to push boundaries and experiment with and this would be fucking perfect for that. Enjoy!~

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To say you and Ghost were an experimental couple in the bedroom would be quite the understatement. If the storage container full of different toys and various bedroom extras wasn't proof enough, you weren't sure what was. So when this man, this touch starved man came up with the idea of making you cook dinner with a vibrator in your cunt, you weren't too surprised.

Dinner was nearly done for the night, but so were you at this point. Your legs were shaking as the vibrating toy did it's job deep in your soaked hole. Tears were starting to stain your cheeks from overstimulation as your end was keeping you teetering on the edge of absolute pleasure.

It was only when your whimpers got louder, hands unsteady to the point that you had to slam your hand on the counter to support your weight that you felt a presence behind you. "Simon...!" You whine, legs clenching together. "Please...! Cl-ohhh...!"

You cry out in disappointment, nearly a sob as you feel Ghost's hand slip beneath your pretty skirt to pull the toy from your stretched hole. "Not until after dinner darlin'," he rumbles, voice dark with arousal yet mocking at the same time.

Your mind is fuzzy, a blur as he helps you plate the food and settle in your seat, watching you with critical cocoa eyes to make sure you finished it all. You'd need all the energy you could take in before he got his hands on you. The moment your plate was clear, he's on you, pulling your seat back and out of the way as he pins you to the table from behind.

You don't miss the man's bulge pressing right against your eager cunt, whimpering as he frees it to rub along your slick entrance. "So pretty, in my sweater," he growls directly in your ear, breath so hot it makes you shiver. "But so naughty with no panties on for me."

"Pleeease Simon...!" You're practically in tears again, desperate to get back to where you wanted to be. You don't need to ask twice, sobbing out in pleasure as you feel Ghost thrust into you roughly. He fucks you harshly, the table rocking violently as he slams his cock into you over and over.

Between grunts and groans the blonde is spewing out praise left and right. Some of it is mixed with degradation, but it's all such sweet music in your ears that brings you close and closer to completion. "So close babygirl," he moans, fingers bruising on your hips. "Come for me sweetheart. Show me how good you feel."

You don't need to be told twice, crying out in pleasure as you milk his cock for all it's worth. Ghost isn't far behind you, a long moan indicating his finish as he spills inside you. You whimper and moan as he fills you, loving how full he's made you feel.

Your military husband cages you in, panting hard against your back as you both come down. You can start to feel the excess mess starting to leak out and down your thighs. A dark chuckle makes you shiver and whine a bit.

"Looks like I'm going to have to ruin you all over again sweetheart."

#bat writes #anon reqs #cod x reader #cod smut #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #ghost x reader #ghost smut

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digital-domain · 6 months

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hypothetically…

A fucked up mahito drabble (is there any other kind?)

Word Count: 1300

Synopsis: after you witness him killing for the first time, mahito reassures you in a way that makes you feel much, much worse.

“If I was gonna kill you…it wouldn’t be like that. It would be much more personal.”

Content Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. DARK CONTENT. noncon. description of gore/dead body, blood, dacryphillia, hypothetical description of reader being murdered during sex (does not actually happen), fear kink, reader is scared out of her damn mind, biting (accompanied by more blood!), mahito implies that he would be down to fuck a corpse

When you see him kill for the first time, you break down into tears. You’re not sure what pushes you over the edge: the explosion of flesh and blood that spatters the floor of the sewer as you peer around the corner, or the gleeful smile that spreads wide across his face as he looks down at the remains of his work. When you follow his gaze, you can see chunks of skin, bone, sinew - the limbs are still intact, their tattered edges dripping with fresh blood, but the entire torso is blown to bits. You heard the screams moments ago…now, you regret following them.

It takes him a minute to notice you standing there. You know that you should take the opportunity to run back to the place where he left you, to pretend that you didn’t see, but your sheer horror pins you in place. When he does see you, he rushes to your side, and smushes your face between his hands to kiss you. His palms are wet - you don’t want to think about why. “Aww. You came to watch! How sweet.” When he notices your expression, he cocks his head. “There’s nothin’ to cry about, cutie. I’m just having fun.”

You sniff, and do your best to wipe your tears away. “Most people wouldn’t call that fun.”

“Not a person, sweetheart,” he reminds you. He hasn’t stopped smiling for a second, and his grin broadens as he stares down at your face. “You’ve got fear in your eyes…it’s lovely. And so strong that I can smell it on you, too.” He inhales deeply, and his tongue darts over his lips. “You really that scared?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?” His eyes stretch unnaturally wide, glowing in the dim light. “Why?”

Your hands shake, a black haze encroaching on the corners of your vision. “I don’t know…”

“That’s a lie!” He jabs a finger between your eyes, and pouts. “I don’t like it when you lie to me. You know that.”

There’s a good reason for you to keep your thoughts to yourself. He’ll find them entertaining…and that’s never a good thing. But if he already knows that you’re not being honest, it’s safer to tell him now. Before he decides that he needs to force the truth out of you. “I’m scared because…if you did that to them…” You shudder, and choke back a sob. “How do I know you won’t do it to me?”

“Ohhh.” He laughs, and slings his arm around your waist, kissing you gently on the top of your head. “Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You know better than to feel completely relieved. But for the moment, you think you’re safe - until he opens his mouth again.

“If I was gonna kill you…” he muses. “It wouldn’t be like that. It would be much more personal.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. You feel weak at the knees - he follows you as you sink to the ground and takes a seat against the wall, spreading his legs and dragging you between them, pressing your back against his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around your waist, and rests his head on your shoulder. “You’re such a pretty, pretty thing…” he murmurs. “You deserve a very special death.” His tongue slides up your neck, breath hot and dank against your bare skin. “I like you alive, for now. But hypothetically…if I did decide to kill you…” He squeezes you, hard, forcing the air from your lungs. “Yeah. I know exactly what I’d do.”

You stiffen in his arms, every one of your senses painfully sharp. Almost as sharp as the fingernails digging into your sides.

“I’d fuck you before I did it,” he declares, his voice bristling with excitement. “I’d put you on your back so I could see your face. I’d put my hand around your neck, and at the moment you came…” He pauses. “Hmm. Would you prefer me to strangle you, or slit your throat?”

Fuck. You knew he was deranged…but this is worse than anything he’s said to you before. Magnitudes worse. An unintelligible whimper is the only response you can manage.

“If you don’t have a preference, I think I’d prefer slicing you open. I like blood.” He grabs your jaw, wrenches your face towards him, stares intently into your fear-stricken eyes. “Not too much blood, though. I’d be gentle with you. Much gentler than I was with him.”

You follow the line of his hand to the mutilated corpse lying just feet away. You can smell it, the stink of blood and guts and death worming its way into your throat, churning the bile in the depths of your stomach.

“I’d be so sweet…I’d only rip you as much as I had to.” He turns you around and pulls you close, smiling as a fresh wave of tears streams down your face. “So pretty,” he hums. “I’d want you to still be pretty when you died, so I’d be very careful.” You try to hide your face, but his hand latches onto your jaw, freezing you in place as he kisses you roughly on the lips. His other hand plunges between your legs, and clamps down on your inner thigh. “Don’t worry,” he assures you. “I’m not gonna do it now. Maybe not ever.”

Maybe. He’s so casual about it - about holding your life in his hands.

Without warning, he shoves you onto your back, wriggling on top of you and trapping you against the floor before you can push him away. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand, and sinks his teeth into your neck, only pulling back once he breaks your skin - after watching your blood trickle out for a few seconds, he darts forward and laps it up, sticking out his tongue to show you the red stain before he kisses you again, leaving a rancid, metallic taste in your mouth.

He guides your hand under his body, pressing it between his legs. He’s hard. As desperately as you try to escape, he won’t let go of your wrist - he makes you touch him, grinding shamelessly against your unwilling hand.

His face hovers over yours, so close that you’re compelled to cross your eyes. “I learned something interesting the other day,” he whispers. “Can I tell it to you?”

He wants you to say yes - but you can’t bring yourself to speak. It’s all you can do to nod your head. You can feel your pulse thudding desperately in your ears, and in your palm.

“I learned,” he says, “that bodies stay nice and warm for at least ten minutes after they die. Especially on the inside.” He giggles. “I guess it takes a long time for all those squishy guts to dry out.”

You squirm instinctively, repulsed by the image that flashes through your head.

“You know what that means, right?”

“No…”

He grins terribly, and presses his lips to you ear. “It means,” he whispers, “that even if I did kill you…even after you went limp in my arms…I’d still have a little more time.”

Your mouth falls open, emitting a gasp that only makes him press harder into your hand.

“Shhh.” He presses his nose into your shoulder, his cheek rubbing against the fresh wound still leaking blood down your neck. “I told you…I’m not gonna do it today.” He raises his face as you thrash beneath him, watching your eyelids flicker, your face contorted with fear. “If I did…I wouldn’t get to hear all the pretty sounds you’re about to make.”

#dead dove do not eat #tw dark content #tw noncon #jjk x reader #mahito x you #mahito x reader #mahito #jjk mahito

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scorpioriesling · 21 days

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Dangerous Woman

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Pairing(s): Eris x reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, mdni

Summary: You've known the High Lord's oldest son for years, but he has never seemed to take much of an interest in you. Did he think you were perhaps too... simple? Boring? Safe? It all comes to a head when you finally reveal how dangerous you can really be.

SR’s Note: THIS IS FILTHY HAHAHA IM SORRY. I have boarded the Eris train and haven't even THOUGHT about getting off yet -- I really hope you guys like this eeeeeek

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“Did you bring an extra pair of tights?”

“Always - top zipper. I think they’re a medium,”

“Ugh. You’re literally a lifesaver.”

*sigh* “Aren’t I?”

Your friend Amalia playfully winks at you, taking the extra pair of pantyhose from your overnight bag. You glance at her legs, eyes catching on the long rip down the side of her caramel colored tights she currently dons. Returning your gaze to the mirror you’re seated before, you continue to work on the black winged liner you were previously applying, tuning out the hustle and bustle around you. After a few moments of pinning down flyaways, powdering your nose once more, and practicing kissy faces in the mirror to yourself, you finally decide you’re ready.

You take a swig from the water canteen on your vanity, rolling your neck and swinging your ponytail in the process. Amalia catches your eye through the mirror from behind you, stalking closer with another blonde girl wearing nothing but a tiny shimmering bralette and skirt set.

“You look hot, Y/N!” She squeals, flipping your ponytail with her flingers and you beam at her, turning in your chair to meet her eyes. You might be “hot”, but Amalia… Amalia was beautiful. Her body curved in all the right places, and she knew how to move to draw the eye to each and every one. Not to mention her full lips, only matching the captivity of her almond shaped, chocolatey brown eyes that seemed to complement her rich skin tone in the best way. If you didn’t have such a life long… thing?… for the High Lord’s kid, you might even be attracted to her yourself.

“Ohhh, don’t flatter me too much Mal,” you say sweetly. She rolls her eyes, and stretches a hand to you. You take it, standing to your full height and smooth your short black skirt down your upper thighs. The leather matched the knee high black leather boots you chose for tonight - and, of course, the miniature, rather revealing bikini top you sported as well. Amalia’s whoops and whistles, twirling you around and you make a show of sticking out your butt and pursing your lips, which leaves you both in a fit of laughter at your show.

“C’monnn,” she says, taking your freshly manicured hand in hers once more and guiding you toward the door. “I heard there are quite a few High Fae in attendance tonight.” She tosses a wink over her shoulder to you, and you stop dead in your tracks. Her glittery blonde friend who’d been following close behind nearly bumps into your shoulder.

“Woah woah woah,” you say, black nails a blur as your hands wave in front of you. “High fae? Like… from this court?” You ask. Amalia allows a devilish grin to spread over her face.

“You heard me. Like… royal family, High Fae.” She responds, crossing her lithe arms over her chest. Your face immediately begins to heat.

“Ooh why? Is there someone you’re hoping to see?” Amalia’s bubbly blonde friend asks. The sequins on her bralette flutter as she practically bounces in excitement. You chew on an acrylic nervously.

“Only the High Lord’s oldest son,” Amalia starts, and you roll your eyes, feigning indifference. The blonde’s eyes widen in interest as she looks between the two of you, practically begging for more details. “Y/N has been in looove with him since she was a mere child-“

“Oh Amalia, you and your silly stories.” You huff, but the blonde claps her hands together, a wide smile taking over her face.

“Oh my gosh!! Really!” She is bouncing up and down now, and you can’t help the small smile that graces your lips as Amalia chuckles in amusement.

“Oh yeah, really. But, outside of this place, Y/N doesn’t actually speak to the guy,” Amalia clips, frowning at you. You return the sentiment. “I just don’t understand— you are such a good performer in here, why not show him any of that outside of Markov’s?” She asks.

“Uh, because I want him to like me for me? Not because I, ya know, sometimes hang out in a brothel?” You say, hands gesturing with each word. The blonde shakes her head.

“Wait a second. You actually know him? Like, in real life?” She asks. You nod, her crystalline blue eyes widening with the realization.

“She’s his family’s personal record keeper,” Amalia cuts in. “And, she literally grew up with the dude. Same school, same social circles, yada yada yada…” she says, waving a hand. The blonde takes your hand in hers affectionately, staring at you wide eyed.

“But, what will you do when he recognizes you? If he does come in here?” She asks. You open your mouth to answer, but stop as Amalia pulls something from her own bag beside the dressing room door.

“He usually isn’t seen in here,” she says, handing a black shiny … something? to you. “But, if he does, he won’t know. Because she has this to conceal her identity.” You arch a brow, unfolding the item placed in your hands.

“I mean, it even goes with your outfit. How could you refuse?”

ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Any luck?”

“Nope,” you say, tugging on the bottom of your black bunny mask with a defeated sigh. On a night like this, usually you’d have already found someone in search of your services, but… you couldn’t help but turn down just about every one with the High Fae rumor going around. You so desperately wanted to see Eris — or did you? Would it really be a good thing if he was hanging out in a brothel? You weren’t sure.

The fact of the matter was, Amalia was right — you’d been pining over this man for fucking centuries, and he never really seemed to spare you a second glance. You tried everything; being kind, being friendly, being honest. You’d opened up to him over time even, but no matter what he was just always that much more distant from you — like whatever step you’d take toward him, he’d take one backward. It hadn’t been until the last time you’d talked to him that you decided to try something different, to see if this new approach would get any rise out of him.

Was lying wrong? Yeah. Was it a punishable offense? Depends. Was saying you had a boyfriend to get a reaction out of him grounds for jail time? Absolutely not.

And ya know what? It didn’t even seem like he cared that much anyways.

“Listen babe, I’ve been keeping you company all night, but,” Amalia glances over her shoulder at a muscley brunette man eyeing her from a couch across the room. “…I’ve got a line of my own forming. Think you can manage on your own?”

Before you can respond, your new bubbly acquaintance from earlier beelines toward you two, out of breath when she finally makes it to you.

“I…. I think I found… your…” your head tilts as you try and make out what she’s saying between breaths, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Who?” Amalia asks in a hushed whisper. The blonde only turns, and both of your eyes follow her line of sight to the unmistakable head of auburn locks, standing and socializing in the room across the hall. Your breath catches in your throat; there’s no way he’s here.

“Ohhh… oh babes you know what you need to be doin’.” Amalia chuckles, and you glance at her, cheeks reddening.

“Now is not the time to be shy girl! And besides, you have on a damn mask, Cauldron’s sake; he won’t even know it’s you. Now go! Play up the “sexy” before someone else tries to snatch him away.” She shooes you on, and your feet spring into action. The heels of your boots tap tap tap across the wood floor, many gazes turning to you as you saunter toward the bar he’s standing in front of.

Play up the sexy, you remind yourself. He doesn’t even know you’re… you under here.

You approach the bar, leaning against it as the bartender walks up to you. The coolness of the steel eases the burning of your skin a little, and offers some stability in your nervous state.

“The usual,” you say with a wink, faking confidence. It works as Grevin, the usual bartender smiles, and begins on your Malibu with pineapple juice, *extra strong*, just how you like it. You feel your skirt riding up a bit as you lean further over the lip of the bar, exposing the backs of your upper thighs and you can feel his stare finally on you.

Perfect. Right where you want him. It’s not long before you hear his signature scoff next to you, as he leans on an elbow mere inches from where you stand.

“My my,” he begins, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “What do we have here?” You slowly turn your gaze to meet his, and watch as his amber eyes drink you in fully, roaming from the very tips of your rabbit eared mask down to the toes of your leather boots. You gulp. Play up the sexy.

“You like what you see?” You ask teasingly, crossing one ankle over the other and folding your arms under your chest. Eris smirks, only inching closer to you and dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes continue to feast on your exposed skin. Gods he’s so impossibly gorgeous-

“I do,” he says casually. He extends a soft hand, and you place yours in his. You feel like lightning ripples through you from his touch, and you want to relish in this most simplistic moment. “Eris.” He says.

Shit. Uhh… you didn’t think this far. He’s gazing at you like he’s expecting some kind of answer, and you try to quickly come up with a good fake name, but thankfully don’t have to — Grevin approaches and sets your drink down in front of you. You accept it, throwing it back and downing the whole thing.

“Impressive,” Eris drawls. When you finish, he pulls you closer, so close you can smell his familiar cinnamon and cedar scent. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in Markov’s?” In seconds, he’s given a glass of his own amber liquid. He swallows half of it, eyes returning to yours for an answer.

“I uh, I work here.” Another lie. You only came as Amalia’s guest sometimes to make extra cash, and in hopes maybe you’d see him here, finally getting some kind of fucked up chance to be with him.

He raises his brows, nodding slowly, and drains his glass. He catches Grevin’s eye, nodding when the bartender asks if you’d both like another round. Slowly, his fingertips have moved to dance along the edge of your leather skirt, his skin only skimming the tops of your thighs and you suck in a breath. He grins devilishly down at you, eyes tracing over the curve of your breasts spilling from your top. He suddenly leans in close, his breath warm against your neck, sending chills across your skin as he whispers darkly in your ear.

“Be careful, don’t you know how easily leather can…” his free hand twirls in a swift motion, a small flame eliciting in the process.

“…burn?” He chuckles. He pulls back to peer down at you again, and you roll your shoulders back, drawing your pointer finger to drag downward from his top lip to his chin. You barely notice the — not one round, but two extra rounds — of drinks Grevin has set before each of you as you take in Eris’ feral gaze.

The fire in his eyes only seems to ignite as you lean in, your cherry scent familiarly intoxicating as you reply lowly; “maybe I enjoy being a little dangerous.”

ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“I never really come to these types of places,” Eris says breathlessly, his hand grasping yours as you lead him drunkenly toward a room you know would be open for the evening. He let you lead the way after a few more rounds and some small talk at the bar, not complaining about the view from behind as he followed you up the stairs and down the dark hallway.

“Don’t worryyy,” you slur. He chuckles behind you, and you arrive at door #17. This one is reserved for you, rarely used, but yours nonetheless. You fumble to unlock and open it, Eris’ warm hands tracing up and down your sides as you fiddle with the door. Once inside, you opt to keep the lights off, allowing the moonlight from the open window to illuminate the room enough to your liking.

You close the door behind you, and no sooner than it clicks shut, his hands are pushing you against the back of it. The leather of your outfit squeaks in protest against the wood of the door and Eris’ body now holding you against it, his dark chuckle sounding in your ear. It was enough to release a bit more of the wetness already drenching the small cloth offered by your thong.

“Somehow, even after the… three? Four? Drinks we had,” his hands snake beneath the back of your skirt, shoving it up over the curve of your butt and palming your ass. You let out a soft groan — you’d only ever dreamed of this before, even if you could only half see his face in the moonlight. “…I never caught your name, gorgeous.”

Your cheeks redden, and you take the opportunity of his lips being so close to yours to crash them together instead of answering. His fingers squeeze your ass and you yelp, your soft cry muffled by his warm lips on yours. You yank open his shirt, the buttons easily coming undone and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer. One of his hands moves to cup your face, thumb running across your jawline lovingly before he pulls away to meet your stare once more.

“Fine then, don’t tell me little rabbit,” he says, eyes wandering from your lips up to the leather rabbit mask you bore. “You’ll just have to be my little bunny to play with tonight.”

With that, his mouth was attacking yours again, lips in a tango with yours and tongue swiping along the edge of your mouth. You open, allowing him access and deepening the kiss as you both battle for dominance. You’re just content to explore so deep into a cavern so delicious — one you’d never thought you’d taste, not in any of the centuries you’d lived. His hands are all over you, first moving to knead your breasts harshly, relishing in the soft moans he draws from you in the process. Once he’s had enough teasing, he pulls you flush against him by your waist, his hard length pushing into the softness of your stomach. The feel of his long member only increases the ache between your thighs.

“Don’t make me wait anymore,” he says, pulling away breathlessly, eyes darkly boring into yours. In a moment of courageousness, you shove him backward, a feline grin on your face as he falls back onto to his elbows on the bed behind him. He smirks as you crawl on top of him, working to undo his corduroy confines, slipping them past the protruding tent near his navel and discarding them haphazardly to the floor. He helps by kicking off his undergarments and you can’t help but stare at his toned abdomen, his impressive length springing free with the absence of the confines.

Positioning yourself on your knees between his legs, you seductively lick a stripe up his shaft, and his chest begins to rise and fall unevenly. Your gaze meets his and you lick over the leaking tip of his cock, gripping half of his shaft in your fist and giving a few slow, tantalizing strokes. Your tongue continues to work around the exposed area, swirling around and teasing his length where a rather fat vein protrudes. He chews on his lower lip between his teeth, and you finally descend on his length, taking every inch you can down your throat while maintaining eye contact.

“Uh… ohhh my…” he utters, as you begin bobbing your head on his shaft slowly. Your hand pumps what can’t fit in your mouth, and one of his hands instinctively reach for the back of your head, softly pushing down with the rhythm of your motions around his cock.

“Fuck… oh fuck baby…” he softly pants, head rolling back as his hand pushes down on your head faster, harder. Tears begin pricking your eyes as his large member hits the back of your throat, and you try your best to hollow your cheeks and suck in as much as you can.

He continues to whimper and groan before you, and through your blurred vision, you can’t help but feel a twinge of pride. Sure, he may find you boring and uninteresting and anything else when you’re sitting in your office in his father’s palace. But now? He’s literally whimpering before you.

He’s pushed to an almost impossible depth and you choke a bit, his hips beginning to thrust up slightly to fuck himself into your sloppy mouth. Muffled groans emit from you as he thrusts in a few times, until you feel his dick slightly twitch in your mouth.

“Ohh fuck-“ he pulls his dick out of you in an instant, his hand moving to caress your jaw and tilt your head up to look at him. His wet length slaps against his stomach as trail of saliva drips down your chin, collecting near the valley of your breasts, and his eyes track it all the way. His thumb traces over your swollen bottom lip as he inhales sharply.

“Fuck sweetheart, I don’t want to cum just yet,” he says, removing his hand to slowly stroke himself once more. You take the moment to slide your skirt and thong down your thighs, discarding them to the ground. Eris watches intently as you continue to strip, left in only your tight little bra and him in his unbuttoned button-down. Kicking off your boots, you begin to seductively crawl atop Eris once more, and his fingers graze over your hips and round your ass once more before finding purchase on your hipbones. He grips tight and flips you, eliciting a soft squeak from you in the process. Now fully atop you, you can’t help the delight in letting him do as he wishes and be in control over you.

“Let me do this how I want?” he asks, eyes gazing at you in question. You lean up off the bed, biting his lower lip softly before releasing it and staring innocently back into his eyes.

“Use me however you want.”

Your words snap a chord of restraint in Eris, as he tosses your calves over his shoulders then, running his cock up and down your folds to collect your dripping wetness.

“Gods, so wet for me already…” he drawls, aligning his length with your needy entrance. Then, without warning, he grips your waist hard and slams into you, eliciting a sharp cry from you in response. He grunts at the tight squeeze, relishing in the way you clench around him.

“FUCK!” You shout, and he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in once more, a low growl reverberating in his throat.

“GODS, Eris-“ you gasp. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, quickening his thrusts — only pulling out halfway but still slamming into you all the same. Your small moans of pleasure seem to egg him on, pants and grunts occasionally emitting from him all the same. His eyes stay trained on you; your boobs bouncing beneath the confines of your bra, your mouth agape as you scream in pleasure for him, down to the slick spreading across his dick as it slides so easily in and out of you. You’re a vision; one he’d only dream of. One so similar to the dreams he has over and over, night after night.

“Fuck… oh, fuck this pussy feels so fucking good bunny,” he grunts out, and you continue to allow your moans of pleasure free fall from your lips. Your nails rake over his muscled back, surely leaving scratch marks as he drives into you. One of his hands detaches from your hip, threading his fingers through yours and holding it to the mattress above your head. You tangle your other hand in his incredibly soft locks, illuminated by the rising moon outside. The heat in your stomach continues to build, the coil winding tighter with each snap of his hips into yours.

“Eris I’m… I’m so close-“ you gasp, and he slows only for a moment, pressing a deep kiss to your lips before continuing his thrusts, now slamming into you at an impossibly rapid pace.

“FUCK, ERIS, I’m-“

“Gods YES baby, please Y/N — let me feel you cum baby,” he groans, and with that, the red hot coil in your stomach snaps. You release with a loud moan, pussy clenching around his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Within seconds his warmth is filling you from the inside, his soft whimpers filling the room as you both ride out your highs.

After a few quiet moments, he stalls his movements and pulls out of you, and you instantly feel… empty. He takes the spot on the bed beside you, laying on his side and tucking an arm under his head. He brushes his fingers along the curve of your face as he studies you, and after a few moments in silence, he clears his throat.

“I’m sorry I, uh, I called you that.” he says, and you slide your eyes to his in confusion. He looks magnificent, even in the dim lighting, and you can’t help but feel a little sad that your night with him is drawing to a close.

“Whatever do you mean?” you ask. He sighs, chewing on the inside of his bottom lip.

“Uh… during.. I accidentally called you something I shouldn’t have.” He says. You continue to just look at him confusedly, and he continues.

“I said Y/N, and I uh, I didn’t mean to.” He explains, retracting his hand from you.

You blanch; when did he call you that? How did you overlook it? How didn’t you catch the sound of him saying your name?

You’re silent for a moment, contemplating the whole situation when he speaks again.

“It’s just,” he lets out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N is actually this girl, um, she’s someone I know. Well, I know her really well, actually. Known her quite a long time.” He says, and you can’t help the butterflies in your chest. He thinks he’s talking to a stranger, but you’re only hearing the love of your life talk about you.

“Mhm…” you urge. He turns to look at you, and you try to innocently mask the desperation in your eyes as they meet his whiskey colored ones. He props his head up on one of his hands.

“Well, I just got carried away I guess. I’m sorry, I was just… I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. I mean, I’m always thinking of her but… lately… I don’t know. It’s nothing you did! I mean you were great and all, I just… I can’t get her out of my head, I suppose.” You can’t help the guilt you feel as he looks away, sadness clouding his eyes as hope fills your heart. You never would’ve guessed he felt a fraction of this, based on how he usually interacts with you.

“So… why come here if you care so much for this girl?” You ask. He huffs a laugh, rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“Honestly, I didn’t think she returned my feelings. And, now I know she doesn’t because she told me she belongs to someone else,” he says, and you mentally kick yourself. What the fuck were you thinking telling him that? “You just look a lot like her, and I don’t know, I just got so caught up-“

“Have you told this girl how you feel?” You cut in, pretending to be helpful. He shakes his head, staring at a spot on the ceiling above.

“No… she told me said she has a boyfriend, so. I don’t really think it would matter much anyways.” Your shake your head, and your hand reaches out to lightly take his hand in yours. His turns his head, gaze meeting yours again, and you give him a reassuring smile as warmth only blooms brighter in your chest.

“Eris, I think anyone is crazy not to fall head over heels in love with you,” you say, and he grins. “In my opinion… you need to tell this girl how you feel as soon as you see her next. I’m sure she’d break up with that silly boyfriend of hers if she knew how you felt.”

“You really think that’d do it, huh?” He asks, hopefulness in his tone. You give him a wide, honest smile.

“I really, really do.”

ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months

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early days of charlie wrangling a freshly found vaggie when both are being Stubborn

Charlie: “Okay, I SAID I wouldn’t pry and I stand by that, so as a completely neutral statement- totally casual- feel free to ignore- I’m just gonna point out…

Charlie: “…this, doesn’t really look like a normal eye-cutty-outty situation.”

Vaggie: “Really.”

Charlie: “It looks burned.”

Vaggie: “Wow.”

Charlie: “And the burn looks worse than it did last night.”

Vaggie: “Fascinating.”

Charlie: “That’s not normal.”

Vaggie: “There’s a normal for that?”

Charlie: “Yes actually there really is. Welcome to hell!”

Vaggie: “Ow.”

Charlie: “Oh gosh- sorry!!! Did I pull the bandage-”

Vaggie: “No, not ow hurt. I meant. Ow. Welcome to hell, that’s a. Sick burn.”

Charlie: “Ohhh! Heh. A burn.”

Vaggie: “Right. Because..”

Charlie: “Hell?”

Vaggie: “… after the cutting out thing, my eye socket got burned.”

Charlie: “Okay huh that's not good, very bad, but- it shouldn’t be getting WORSE. It, it won’t heal, if it really was heavenly steel that-”

Vaggie: “It was.”

Charlie: “But sinners are really tough otherwise! If something doesn’t kill you right off, then you should start pulling yourself together again! Literally, sometimes! This should be HEALING.”

Vaggie: “If it won’t kill me then who cares?”

Charlie: “It’s hurting you. Just your HAIR brushing against it is making you wince-”

Vaggie: “A wince won’t kill me either.”

Charlie: "I don’t like it! There has to be SOME a way of stopping it!”

Charlie: “… maybe, if I called my dad-”

Vaggie: “Don’t. I think it’ll stop on it’s own. It’s just- like a scab. That’s what it feels like.”

Charlie: “Itchy?”

Vaggie: “Sure.”

Charlie: “Or like it’s BURNING.”

Vaggie: “Like it’s doing something and will get better on it's own, without help.”

Charlie: “And meanwhile, you can’t even sleep.”

Vaggie: “I slept last night!”

Charlie: “….”

Vaggie: “I was, lying down.”

Charlie: “Vaggie- you’re VERY pretty, but you also look exhausted and half awake and there’s pillow marks on your cheek where you tried sleeping on your wrong side again plus a bruise from rolling off and smacking into something. And also, your hair-”

Charlie: “-OH! Your HAIR!!!”

Vaggie: “Pretty..?”

Charlie: “We can pin in back! So it won’t poke at you! That’ll help, won’t it??”

Vaggie: “Uh, y-yeah. I guess it-”

Charlie: “And and AND! I can stay with you tonight!"

Vaggie: "What."

Charlie: "On the floor next to you! I can set my alarm and check on you and make SURE you don’t roll over the wrong way or stay there long enough for your eye to start hurting so much it wakes you up! And if you roll over and fall off, I can catch you! OHH!!! IT'LL BE LIKE A SLEEPOVER!!!!”

Vaggie: “Hold on, you’re not sleeping on the floor in your own house because of me.”

Charlie: “Then we can use my bed! The couch isn’t big enough- no WAY I’m fitting on there-”

Vaggie: “I’m not- I’m not using your bed either!”

Charlie: “Well you can’t start sleeping on the floor again. You’re HURT.”

Vaggie: “Still not taking your bed.”

Charlie: “Then I’ll-”

Vaggie: “And YOU’RE not sleeping on the floor!”

Charlie: “Fine! Then how’m I supposed to sleep at ALL knowing you’re not sleeping!?”

Vaggie: “Have you tried counting sheep.”

Charlie: (GLOWERS)

- that night –

Vaggie: “You’re the pettiest demon I’ve ever met.”

Charlie: “You’re welcome.”

Vaggie: “When did I say thanks for that? I don’t remember saying thanks. I do remember trying to sleep on the couch only to have some glaring demon lady drag it half way across her house- with me still on it- and then scoot it up next to her bed without even saying anything about it.”

Charlie: “I said you’re welcome. Now I can check on you during the night. And you won’t roll off and hit your face on the floor, either.”

Vaggie: “Petty.”

Charlie: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: “……”

Vaggie: “You could’ve just told me about your bright idea.”

Charlie: “I just want to sleep.” (sigh) “I’m tired of being told my ideas are stupid...”

Vaggie: “…who in hell would call y- would tell the princess of hell her ideas were stupid?”

Charlie: “That’s kinda the whole thing about hell. Nobody here gives a damn.”

Vaggie: “Huh.”

Charlie: “It’s nice, sometimes. It’s just also mostly horrible, and nobody else thinks it can change.”

Vaggie: “Now THAT’S dumb. Everything can change.”

Charlie: “You think so?”

Vaggie: “I’m living, bandaged proof of it.”

Charlie: (rolling over to face vaggie and propping herself up) “You are? What changed for you?”

Vaggie: "Um."

Charlie: "If you don't mind me asking!"

Vaggie: “Well I, I used to…” (cringes) “…I did. Stuff.”

Charlie: “Stuff you don’t have to do anymore.”

Vaggie: “Yeah. And. Now I’m starting to think- maybe ending up in hell wasn’t such a bad thing after all.”

Charlie: “Really?”

Vaggie: “Yeah.”

Charlie: “You like it better here..?”

Vaggie: “…….I like who I am here, better.”

Charlie: “Good.” (snuggles back down) “THAT’S what I wish hell could be like for everyone.”

Vaggie: (chuckling) “If you’ve got your mind set on it, then I’m sure it will be one day.”

Charlie: “Hmm~” (dozing off) “That’s probably the nicest thing…. anyone’s ever said… to….”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Charlie?”

Charlie: (snores)

Vaggie: “Right….” (reaches over to gingerly tuck charlie in) “…sleep well, princess.”

Vaggie: (falls asleep soon after too)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #incorrect quotes #silly headcanons #u betcha vaggie rolled over in the night and charlie got up with her alarm to roll her back onto the non-stabbed side #u betcha vaggie slept right through the night for the first time #since Stuff Happened #and woke up to charlie's snoring in the morning #thinking to herself- damn #this definitely wouldn't be the /worst/ way to spend forever #XD

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little-emerald-snake · 3 months

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Any chance we can pretty please get a spice level 1000 smut with ominis and mc?

You write so well and atm all im seeing on tumblr is seb.

Im an omi girl and im starving lol

If your current circumstances permit, could you delve into your deepest darkest smut mind and give us a golden heap of descriptive and intricate filth? Haha xxx

We all love you.

I squeal whenever you post. Xxxxx

Hope youre doing well

Did you just come from the Undercroft!? - Ominis Gaunt X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Ohhh boy this one is wayyyy better than my last Doninis request so I apologize. But holy heck…this came from the dark fucked up recesses of my brain so enjoy that 🤣 Thanks for reading love, I’m doing much better after cutting back how much I’ve been writing, I feel rejuvenated and have much better inspiration (ignore the fact I’m posting twice a week again 🙄) 🫶🏻

Warnings: reliving the trauma of Ominis yelling at you for coming out of the Undercroft, Dominis, degradation, name calling (seriously I did not hold back), spitting, spit swallowing, clit/pussy spanking, rough fingering, squirting, spanking thighs and ass, unprotected rough sex, marking, threats of impregnation, threats of defamation, gaslighting, so much use of the word slut, overstimulation, crying during sex, degradation, oral m receiving, cum swallowing, no aftercare (hang in there loves, it’s a tough one)

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She carefully stepped out from the undercroft, glancing around to see the coast was clear before stepping out. Much to her surprise the familiar blonde Slytherin stood there almost as if he was headed there himself. “Hello Sebastian. Wait.”

Her heart began to race in her chest and she momentarily debated making a run for it or staying absolutely silent and pretending she wasn’t there at all. “You there. I can hear you.”

Well there went that plan. The blind Slytherin wasn’t to be trifled with. That much she knew. No sense in hiding if he already knew that she was in fact there and it wasn’t in fact his best friend. “Oh, hello Ominis, isn’t it? I believe we have a few classes together, right?”

The blonde's brows rose and he looked momentarily puzzled before standing a bit straighter. “I recognize that voice. Heard you talking to Garreth Weasley in Potions class. You’re the new fifth-year.”

She was about to cheerily agree but a scowl met his features and her stomach sunk. He looked absolutely furious. “Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?”

She swallowed nervously, deciding in that moment that she wouldn’t rat out Sebastian after he’d taken the fall for her in the library. “Oh? That room’s called ‘the Undercroft?’ Ah. Well, I was exploring and suddenly found myself in a strange passageway-“

He frowned deeply, interrupting her with a cutting tone. “Don’t lie to me. No one ‘stumbles’ upon that room. Sebastian told you, didn’t he?”

He suddenly shifted closer to her, nearly pinning her against the clock decorated door to the Undercroft and she swallowed again. “I can’t risk you telling anyone about this place, you know. Sebastian’s going to get an earful about this. He gets into enough trouble as it is and doesn’t need your help in doing so. Come with me.”

He stepped away from her, bringing his wand up to guide him before grabbing her arm and yanking her away from the opening. He carefully opened the passageway to the Undercroft and shoved her inside, stepping in after her and gripping her arm again.

She stumbled as he easily guided her to the couch and tossed her down roughly. She debated getting up and making a run for it but he stood right in front of her, blocking her exit unless she jumped over the back of the sofa. “I’m going to punish you for lying on behalf of Sebastian. I bet he only showed you this place so he wouldn’t be interrupted while taking your sweet pussy. He should know better. This is my hideout. He shouldn’t be bringing his mischievous romps down here anyway.”

She stuttered over her words, anxious as Ominis’ body language changed and his words lost their proper tone and changed to a different, more demanding tone. “I-I…we weren’t doing anything like that. H-he simply was showing me a place to work on my magic since I’m behind. I-I swore I wouldn’t tell anyone about it and I meant that. I-I’d never-“

He tsked her, placing a finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look at him. “You’re loyal to Sebastian. Not me. Therefore I can’t trust you. As for Sebastian, he’s showing you the Dark Arts isn't he? You’re learning the curses with him aren’t you? You will not sully my Undercroft with Dark Magic or your vile sexual acts.”

She pressed herself against the back of the couch, heartbeat thundering behind her ribs all the way down between her legs. She couldn’t explain why his anger was working her up but it was.

He chuckled, wand blinking in his hand. “My my, your heart sure is beating away. Partially because you're scared but there’s something more isn’t there? What? Sebastian teaching you the Dark Arts is riling you up is it? Are you greedy for power? You do realize I’m a Gaunt, right? Sallow is a pureblood wizard but I’m a direct pureblooded descendant of Salazar himself. My blood runs thicker with tragedy than any other wizarding family known to the wizarding world.”

Her mouth went dry. That wasn’t what she was about at all. It had nothing to do with power or learning the Dark Arts which she actually feared. But the way he was speaking to her, boasting himself up and almost trying to compete with Sebastian for her attention had her going. This was a very different side to Ominis.

He snickered, tucking his wand away and lowering himself to kneel on the couch with his hands on the tips of the cushions behind her and his knee between her legs. Her body went rigid when hot breath ghosted across her neck and a hand caressed her stomach, slowly adding pressure and moving downwards. “That’s right. I know you’re a pureblood. I could easily fill you with a Gaunt heir and you would very quickly become an important witch. Your name would be in everyone’s mouth.”

His hand now lifted the hem of her skirt and she nearly choked when a devious smirk decorated Ominis’ features. Shame burned through her. “No bloomers on. You filthy slut. Now I’m sure of it. You were down here trying to fuck Sebastian weren’t you. He’s ever the playboy you know. He’ll stick his cock in anything. You aren’t special.”

Her heart raced, squirming as his fingers traced up her inner thigh to find her soaking wet pussy. He groaned, yanking her skirt up and moving her knees apart a bit to spit directly onto her sex. The action caught her off guard but he flattened his palm, rubbing her pussy with his flattened fingers by starting slow and getting rougher.

She held back whimpers and moans but this only made him angrier. She gasped as his free hand moved off the cushions and squeezed her cheeks. The action forced her lips to open and that was when he spit inside her mouth, fingers still roughly rubbing against her sensitive sex.

She hesitated, freezing with his spit in her mouth now and unsure what to do. He chuckled darkly, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Swallow it. Filthy slut. You better consider this an honor.”

She swallowed. It felt wrong but that didn’t stop her body from responding with hot electric tingles spreading down her body. He chuckled, finding her clit with the ball of his palm and rubbing aggressively. The sensation it caused danced on the line of torture and pleasure. The pressure was too much but that didn’t stop her hips from canting upwards.

This was all too much. She was careening toward an orgasm, hips bucking and moving to try and wring pleasure from the overstimulating torture. In a moment of relief he pulled his hand away, spitting down on her pussy again, releasing her jaw and caging her in with his arm. She thought the torturous pleasure would be done but that’s when his palm reunited with her sex in a loud slap.

The sound got her more than anything but the intense heat that burned from the sensation of the spank caused her to whine. He only grinned spanking a few more times in quick succession.

She reached down to grip his wrist and pull him away but he only chuckled, overpowering her with strength and shoving two fingers inside. She lost her battle, still holding his wrist but no longer pushing him away as he began a brutal pace, finger fucking her rather agressively. “This is how you learn, useless slut.”

It was intense but she couldn’t deny it had her hips lifting in pleasure again. Especially when those long slender fingers curled, hammering directly against her g spot and dragging her closer to the edge her body was teetering on. “Ah! Oh Ominis! I-I’m gonna-!”

He kept up the brutal pace, laughing at her pitiful behavior below him as he kneeled over her and drove her to the brink. She gave a sharp cry, body arching upwards as a pressure she’d never felt before took over. “You’re not supposed to like this, greedy little slut.”

When the pressure faded and the high of her orgasm faded she floated back to reality, ears still lightly ringing. She could hear Ominis’ condescending tone trying to break through.

After a moment she finally registered when he was saying. “How dare you make a mess of the furniture in my Undercroft. Look at this fucking mess. Are you listening to me!? Your pleasure should be irrelevant to me.”

She opened her eyes, glancing down between her legs where Ominis had pulled his now dripping fingers away to motion at the damp cushions below her. Luckily for him, he’d managed to dive away before getting splashed with her mess as his clothes were dry. His hand and the furniture below her had no such luck.

She had hot tears welling in her eyes. She’d never squirted before and now from something so rough. How could this have happened? She didn’t have long to process before Ominis’ hand landed on her parted thigh with a slap that echoed through the stone walls of the room.

She gasped, the heat that blossomed to the top of her skin, making it red and sensitive, surprising her. He spanked her again just a bit higher and she snapped her legs shut, causing him to laugh. “What? Can’t take a punishment properly? You shouldn’t have lied to me then, you stupid girl.”

She whimpered and he took her hand, helping her up. She sighed a breath of relief. It was short lived though as he flipped her over and positioned her on her hands and knees in front of him, yanking her skirt up to leave her bare before him.

His palm came down hard on the round cheek of her ass, causing her to gasp and lurch forward in surprise. “That’s for making a such a fucking mess.”

She peered over her shoulder, swallowing harshly as she heard the zipper of his trousers and felt the blunt tip of him against her entrance. She didn’t have time to deny him as he shoved into her, slamming his hips forward and burying himself inside her wet warmth.

She gasped, biting into her lip at the slight sting of such a quick intrusion. He filled her so completely full she’d never felt anything like it. She gasped when he moved, dragging himself back out and grunting as he stuffed himself right back in.

He held her hips in a firm grasp, fucking into her agressively. With every slam of his hips it became just a bit clearer that this fucking was meant as a punishment. Yes it felt incredible but his pace was brutal, rough and quick and meant to get a point across.

Just as she was beginning to fall into pleasure and tighten around him he was pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back. He wasted little time slamming back into her and resuming the animalistic pace of fucking her.

He leant down over her, baring his teeth against her neck and scraping against her delicate skin. He fucked her faster, biting and suckling bruises into her soft skin.

The pleasure was driving her closer and closer to the edge but she knew people would surely question her about the hickeys he was leaving. She attempted to shove him off, causing a snarl to rise from his throat and he released her abused flesh and growled against her ear. “If you tell anyone it was me who marked you, I’ll deny it. I’ll tell everyone you’re a filthy little liar and that you are nowhere near my league. I’ll publically humiliate you. Is that what you want?”

She pitifully shook her head and tears bubbled up to the surface. She was moaning and crying, pain, pleasure and emotional whiplash being the cause. But her body shook and she experienced a soul shredding orgasm. Fat hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she rippled around him, whimpering and crying out as she came.

He growled in frustration, pulling out of her and falling back against the couch, pulling her with and seating her in his lap. “How dare you cum on my cock without my permission. You’re going to fucking earn it this time, you hear that slut? Ride me to get your pleasure since you’re such a greedy cock slut.”

She was so lost in the pleasure and the chaos that she did, placed her hands on his shoulders and rolled her hips on his, riding him and whimpering. “That’s right. Take my cock. Forget all about dallying with Sebastian. Enabling him like a naughty little bitch behind my back. Stupid girl, playing with the Dark Arts.”

She cried, overwhelmed from how good it felt to fuck him and how hot it was to be degraded by him but his words did cut deep. She hadn’t slept with Sebastian at all but the idea that Ominis wanted to fuck Sebastian out of her system lit a fire inside of her. He laughed heartily at her tears. “Are you overwhelmed silly slut? Can’t take being told what a useless and dumb little hole you are? Thats alright. I’m done with your pussy. Get on the floor where sluts belong. This filthy pussy isn’t good enough to be bred by a Gaunt. Your mouth will have to do.”

He practically shoved her off, more or less tossing her to the floor before sliding forward on the seat and gripping a fistful of her hair and using her mouth. She watched through watery eyes as he fucked her mouth, pumping her mouth full of thick, hot, salty cum.

She immediately wanted to spit it out but he pinched her nose and pulled his cock out, forcing her head back and brushing down the front of her throat till she swallowed his essence. He laughed meanly, tapping her cheek. “That’s right. You’re a good slut. Even if you are an absolute shit liar.”

He stood up, straightening himself out and putting himself back together before pulling his wand from his robe pocket and sauntering towards the door. “No more encouraging Sebastian to get into trouble? You hear me? If he comes up with some ‘brilliant plan’ you bring it to me immediately. Now, go clean up and go to bed…although, I must admit you are prettier when you’re overstimulated. And remember what I said. You tell anyone anything about this and I’ll have this entire school pitted against you. I’m not afraid to exploit my father being friends with Headmaster Black if I need to.”

Without another word he left her, tears streaming, throat raw, and pussy aching from the roughness.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #ominis gaunt #dark ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt smut #dominis #little emerald snake #requests

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wintersera · 9 months

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G!p mean girl Giselle 😍😍😍⁉️🔥

cw: dubcon, oral (giving), public bathroom sex, exhibitionism, choking, g!p giselle

g!p mean girl BULLY giselle- her dragging you out of class because she suddenly got a boner while your teacher was teaching some boring ass shit and she let her imagination run wild.

people in the class, and the teachers, not really caring bc miss giselle was a rich ass student, and punishing her wouldn’t really do anything- and if she were to be scolded she could just buy her way out of suspension bc yk the school system is WACK. you were bullied by her sm to the point of where nobody cared anymore, and no one could do shit about it anyways bc everyone feared her- so they all thought ‘ah, i bet y/n is gonna get bullied again’

WRONG!! giselle shoving you in one of the bathroom stalls that were usually secluded (like at the top floor bc who the fuck would walk up that many stairs to go to the bathroom) furiously telling you to suck her off. slapping her hard cock around your face bc at first you would decline, multiple times. getting pissed off bc she had to get her cock sucked NOW- she forces your head down her entire shaft making you gag around her in surprise, she laughs at you but moans when she feels your warm saliva coating her length.

thinking you were a total loser, nerd, virgin, LITERALLY JUST A COMPLETE LONER- she thought you would be bad at anything sexual, but ohhh noo she was wrong. taking her dick so easily down your throat, using your tongue to tease her tip and the rest of her shaft. you being you, you let her grow closer and closer to the edge, her moans beginning to grow louder and quicker- but then you suddenly take her dick outta your mouth with a pop.

LMAO her looking at you with disappointment, she was so close and you stopped right before she was about to cum :<<< aww she’s so mad that she forces herself onto you 🫣 pinning you against the stall door, flipping your skirt up and moving your panties aside. coo’s at you when she sees how wet you are. grips your ass and spreads them apart, your arousal dripping everywhere.

slams into you so hard that it shakes the door- like really fucking loud that you swear people walking past the bathrooms could hear continuous loud banging. lmao the students probably thinking it was one of those rumoured ghosts. but anyways, she’s gripping onto your waist so hard that it leaves long lasting red marks on your hips-

SHIT and then a couple of randos come into the bathroom. both of you panicking, but too turned on to stop. giselle takes two of her fingers and shoves them into your mouth, which didn’t do shit bc it made you whimper almost too loud. thankfully they were a rowdy bunch of friends, gossiping about this and that, so loud that you couldn’t hear the wet and sticky slapping coming from one of the mysteriously closed stalls.

whispering in your ears, “don’t you dare make a sound, i’ll fuck you up if you do”

you smile around her fingers teasingly “aren’t you already fucking me?” she couldn’t believe how cocky you could get given the situation you were in, but that didn’t make her shy away from shoving her cock deeper into your pussy. and of course you couldn’t keep quiet. you felt her fingers dancing across your abdomen and down to clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in fast circles. it felt too good where you just had to moan out loud, causing the entire bathroom to quiet down.

“y’all heard that???” one girl said, “yeah we better get out, like, it could be that weird ghost rumour” you heard a series of squeeks from their shoes, in a panicked way. hearing them whisper in horror bc they thought there was a ghost in the stalls “what if there’s a ghost in the closed stall?” you heard another girl squeel out in terror.

YOU THOUGHT that it would be over for you, giselle slowling down her movements. thinking that they were coming, hearing the sound of a group of girls footsteps come closer to the stall, but thankfully they left out in terror-

continuing from where you were before, giselle quickly changes her pace from slow to fast again. taking her fingers out of your mouth just to slap your ass as a punishment for almost getting caught in the act “you dumb bitch, fuck- almost close”

she’d never admit it, but she loved the way how you slutted yourself out to her. makes her ego grow a little bit tbh.

feeling your cunt squeeze even tighter around her cock, she moans out in pleasure, her hands that were on your hips and ass were now tugging your low ponytail, exposing your neck so that she could choke you with her other hand.

her warm cum painting your insides white and mixing with your own arousal made you orgasm hard as well. one of your hands resting on the door turned white from the way you were balling your fist. whereas giselle tugged at your school blazer.

and then you just walked out the bathroom like nothing ever happened- people were pretty convinced that you two fought once you returned to the class. your hair was all out of place and giselle just looked tired LMAO.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!!#aespa smut #g!p aespa #aespa x fem reader smut #aespa giselle smut #giselle smut #g!p giselle #giselle x fem reader smut #aespa x reader smut #girl group smut #fem!reader #kpop smut

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vmp3ater · 16 days

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jealous dom kafka absolutely ruining sub amab reader bc of some wandering eyes

dombot kafka x subtop amab reader

ohhh…

kafka who ruins you because your eyes were wandering too much. she just had to let you know who you belong to

she’s jerking you off so slowly while she’s straddling you, keeping you pinned down and squirming from her hand wrapped around your cock, whispering dirty nothings into your ear as she nibbles it slightly

pinning your hands down beside your head while she grinds down onto your cock, feeling her walls move around your cock only made you let out more whimpers for her. she’s teasing you and telling you how bad you are but you don’t care, you just need to fuck her

#vmp thirsts.#kafka thirsts.#honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #dom honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #dom hsr #kafka #kafka smut #kafka x reader #dom kafka #bottom kafka #sub reader #top reader #amab reader

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Obsession…

Aonung (20) x omatikayan fem reader (19)

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, bondage, CNC (kinda), squirting, cursing, pinning.

🔞Minors, do not interact🔞

You were obsessed with Aonung from the moment you and your family arrived in the Metkayina clan to seek uturu. How tall he was, his light blue skin, his hair when he let it down, his manly scent. Everything about him sent you over the edge so much so that you would stalk him from the trees, watching him do his daily chores. You would ask about him all the time, and follow him around. You knew his schedule like the back of your hand. Now, were the feelings mutual? Not at all. Actually, they were the polar opposite. Aonung thought you all were freaks. As Time went on, he slowly started to warm up to your family, but he couldn’t stand your obsessive behavior towards him. You thought that if he would just give you a chance, he would see that you weren’t all that bad.

“Hey, do you know where Aonung is?” You asked as you walked up to your siblings sitting on the beach. Neteyam sighs loudly, and kiri rolls her eyes.

“Y/n, he wants nothing to do with you. Don’t you get that?” Kiri spat, making your mouth fly open.

“No need to be RUDE sister!” You snarled, crossing your arms over you chest, shifting your weight to one hip.

“Baby sister.” Neteyam started, standing up to face you. He grabbed your shoulders hesitating to speak.

“I don’t think Aonung likes you the way that you like him. It’s time to give it a rest.” He nodded his head, waiting for you to agree with him. You purse your lips, slapping his hands away.

“Aonung is in love with me, he just doesn’t know it yet! You’ll see!” You shouted with a sadistic grin. Neteyams eyes went wide, before he backed up from you. You huffed before walking off, going to find aonung for yourself.

You walked all across the village, before finally going to his private hut. You smiled when you saw his broad back in the cracks of the door. You bit your lip before opening the door.

“Ohhh Aonung, I-“ you sung before being cut off by his naked body, rutting into another girl. You gasped loudly, making aonung turn around.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, Y/N??” He shouted, scrambling to cover the girl with blankets, before covering his crotch. You scoff, crossing your arms as tears threatened to fall from your eyes.

“I could ask you the same thing…” You whimpered, shaking your head at him. He looked at you confused, before walking closer.

“What are you talking about??? We aren’t together! I told you that already!” He gestured with one hand, as the other one tried desperately to cover his huge cock.

“Aonung, I just know you’re being stubborn.” You started walking closer to his naked body.

“We belong together..” you smile, caressing his cheek. He smacked your hand away, clenching his jaw. You got a glimpse of the girl on the cot behind him, laughing at you.

“What the fuck are you laughing at, slut! You think you can just fuck my man, and I won’t beat your ass?!” You shout, trying to walk towards her, but you felt a strong arm pick you up, and walk you out of the hut. He placed you outside of the door, as he stood inside.

“You’re fucking crazy! I want nothing to do with you, y/n. NEVER come back here again!” He shouted pointed at you before slamming the door in your face. You felt like you just received a dagger to the heart.

Why was he being so mean? And to his mate of all people?! You hated that he played hard to get, but you’d get him to open up soon, even if it was by force.

You spent the rest of the day devising a plan to get Aonung to confess his true feelings for you.

You remembered tsireya telling you about a plant that makes you sleepy. You thought that you would use that to knock him out just enough for you to tie him up. You were snapped out of your deep thought by lo’ak hitting the back of your head.

“What the fuck, skxawng!!” You shout, rubbing your head. He smirked before sitting directly in-front of you.

“Wake up, bro!” He snarled. You sighed loudly, rolling your eyes at him.

“What do you want, lo’ak?” You say with a sarcastic smile, before leaning back on your hands. He stopped smiling, looking down into his lap.

“I heard what happened today, with Aonung? Why would you do that, y/n?” He looked back up at you, with a concerned glare.

“He was cheating on me! With another girl, duh?” You pout, crossing your arms. Lo’ak face palmed himself before sliding his hand down his face.

“Y/n? You aren’t mated with him, do you know that?” He asked hesitantly, rubbing your thigh to calm you down.

“Yes I ammm!!!” You whine, pushing his hand off of your thigh. He shuts his eyes, sighing again.

“I love you, sister…but you sound delusional.”

The last word echoed in your mind. Delusional? Why was everyone saying that? Telling me that I’m crazy? I’m not crazy! We ARE together!

You snapped your head at him, wide eyed as you tilted your head. Lo’ak gulped loudly, slowly sliding back from you. You got closer to him, poking his chest.

“He’s mine…you’ll see.” You said in a surprising calm tone, before standing to your feet, and walking out of the hut.

On your walk to Aonungs hut, you completely forgot about the plan you made earlier. You were too filled with rage. Why was he making people think that you two weren’t together? Making you look like a fool in-front of everyone?

You got to his hut door, remember his last words to you.

Dont EVER come back here again!

I want nothing to do with you!

It made you angrier, giving you the courage to kick his hut door opened. He shot up from his slumber, rubbing his eyes before realizing that it was you. He growled loudly before jumping off of his cot, walking towards you. He grabbed your neck tightly, pinning you against the wall.

“What the fuck did I tell you earlier, huh? Didn’t I tell you to stay your CRAZY ASS AWAY FROM ME?!” He growled through gritted teeth, glaring down at you. All you could do was smirk. He was choking you out, and you were…..smirking.

“What is wrong with you, y/n? REALLY?” He asked shaking your neck with every word. His eyes widened when he felt the point of a blade threatening to break through his skin. He looked down to see you holding the knife towards his stomach. He looked back up at you, almost frightened by your actions. He knew you were crazy, but not this crazy.

“Y/n, liste-“ you immediately cut him off, holding your finger up to signal for him to shut up.

“No…you listen.” You whispered, backing him up with the knife. He threw his hands up in surrender as he walked backwards.

“I have been called, crazy, DELUSIONAL , and everything else under the FUCKING SUN because of YOU!” You shout through gritted teeth, as you backed him up onto the cot. You grabbed the rope from under his bed, still holding the knife to him. You signaled for him to lay down, before you got on top of him, straddling his lap.

“Why don’t you love me, Aonung? I really thought we had something.” You whine, throwing the rope on his chest. He was panting loudly, watching you wave the knife in his face.

“Y/n…please, im begging you to stop.” He looked up at you, with his hands still up in surrender.

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!!! WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME??” You shouted, tears welling in your eyes. His breathing elevated watching you go completely crazy on top of him. He knew that the only way to calm you down, was to tell you what you wanted to hear.

“I d-do! I love you, y/n!” He looked into your desperate eyes. Your heart felt full as you smiled down at him.

“I knew it! Everyone was telling me that you wanted nothing to do with me, but I knew.” You confess, shaking the knife. You leaned down towards his ear, holding the knife to his neck.

“We can finally be together.” You smiled, kissing his ear before sitting back up. You grabbed the rope, hand it to him.

“Tie your arm to the cot.” You commanded, still smiling down at him. His eyes widened at the thought of him being completely at your mercy.

“W-wait I thought w-“ Aonung started with shaky breaths before you cut him off.

“I don’t trust you yet, baby. I don’t want you running away from me.” You pouted, nudging the rope into his hands.

“Tie your arm up, now!” You shouted, shaking the knife at him once more. He growled under you before tying his arm tightly to the cot.

“Good boy..” you say seductively before tying his other arm to the other side of the cot with one hand. You threw the knife to the ground once you knew he was tied tightly.

“What are you going to do, huh? Why are you so fucking obsessed with me?” He grew angrier by your erratic actions. You bend down to his face, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Why wouldn’t I be obsessed? Look at you.” You whisper crashing your lips into his. He was trying to pull away from you, but there was no use. The ropes were too tight, and your hunger for him was too strong. The only way to get you off of him was to get this over with. He kissed you back, lips moving in sync with yours. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, as he groaned loudly. He hated that he was kinda turned on by your advances. You were so aggressive and sure about what you wanted, and apart of him liked that about you.

You bit his lip softly, moaning in his mouth. You felt his huge cock growing under you by the second. You grinned before sitting up on him again.

“Do you want me to stop?” You say innocently, as you started to grind slowly on his cock, tilting your head and smiling. He looked up at you angrily, before his head dipped back in bliss.

“Look at me, baby.” You moaned grinding on his cock harder, filling on yourself in the process. He looked up at you, biting his lip as he watched you rile yourself up off the strength of him.

“FUCK! j-just!” He stuttered, face contorting in pleasure. You smiled down at him, before running your fingertips down his long torso.

“Just what?” You moaned, fiddling with the band of his loincloth. He hesitated to say these next words. He couldn’t believe that you were turning him on like this. He hissed loudly, before looking up at you with desperate eyes.

“Ughh, FUCK ME ALREADY!!!! ISNT THAT WHAT YOU WANT???” He shouted, bucking his hips into yours. You moaned lightly, before repositioning yourself on him. You flip your hair back, looking him in his eyes.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted…” you said seductively before completely ripping his loincloth off of his hips, revealing his throbbing cock, hitting the top of your stomach. He hissed at the friction before thrusting up against your stomach. You chuckled watching him try to find some kind of relief against you.

“Beg for it.” You commanded, grabbing his cock, jerking him off slowly.

“Fuck! Please! I want you so bad right now! Just give it to me, PLEASE!” He whimpered as he felt your warm hand massaging his throbbing cock.

With those simple words, you untie your loincloth, throwing it to the side. You slowly grind your soaking cunt against his length. He threw his head back at the friction.

“Mmmm yess” You moaned as you felt his shaft rub against your clit with every hip roll towards him.

“RIDE ME, NOW!” Aonung growled through gritted teeth. The anger from him made you so hot, as it always did. You bit your lip before position yourself over him, sliding down slowly.

He let out a loud moan, throwing his head back with closed eyes. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his swollen tip brush against your sweetspot. He started thrusting up into you, making you moan louder than before.

“Yessss Aonung!” You whined, meeting his thrusts. He looked up at you, an absolute mess as you rode him.

“This is what you wanted right? Just a little taste? I’ll let you taste it, baby!” He grunted thrusting into you harder, and faster. Your mouth flew opened as you looked him in his eyes. your moans got stuck in your throat. All you could hear was skin clapping against each other.

“Nothing to say? Say something, y/n!” He shouted, clenching his jaw as he watched you choke to get words out. You finally gasped loudly, crying out loud.

“Yes! yes! yesss!, please don’t stop!” You screamed as you felt him brush against your sweet spot with every thrust. The sweet sounds leaving your lips sent him spiraling. He tugged on the rope, trying his best to get out of it just so he could feel you. He realized that he unintentionally stopped thrusting into you, making you go completely feral. You started bouncing on him with so much force, chasing that orgasm that left when he stopped moving.

“FUCK! Hold on y/n, damn!” He shouted as he felt his high approaching him slowly. It was no use talking to you in this state. You were an absolute mess for him, moaning and screaming on his cock.

“No! I’m so hot for you, aonung!” You whined, head thrown back from the immense amount of pleasure you were feeling. He watched you with lustful eyes, your cries made him more aroused.

“Mmmm Ok! I understand, bu-ughh, but you’ve gotta slow down! I’m about to fucking lose it!” He grunted, feeling his stomach tighten. He turned away from you, trying not to cum inside of you, but you were relentless. There was no point in even trying to reason with you.

“I’m almost there, FUCK!!!” You screamed, shutting your eyes tightly. He felt you clench around him, and he just shook his head in pleasure. You were too much for him, he couldn’t take it.

“Thank fucking god!” He grunted, throwing his head back. The pleasure was becoming way too much for him, as he felt himself starting to twitch. He knew his peek was coming.

“Mhmmm am I better than that other girl from earlier?” You moaned, looking down into his eyes. He looked you up and down, watching you pounce on him like an animal.

“You’re the best I’ve ever fucking had!” He grunted, feeling that knot unravel in his stomach. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your legs started shaking violently, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“I’m cumminggg, Aonung!” You screamed, squirting all over him. Your orgasm was so intense that you fell into his chest, still shaking violently as you whimpered. He thrusted up into you fast and hard. Sending shock waves through your entire body.

“If I would’ve known this pussy was so good, I would’ve claimed you sooner.” He moaned feeling his cock twitch inside you. Those words motivated you to give him the most intense orgasm of his life. You sat up slowly, glaring at him with drunk eyes before bouncing on him again. His eyes widened at your new found energy.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard.” You said before biting your lip, moaning loudly again.

“Oh shit.” He replied, realizing the beast he just awoken. He was so close, squirming under you from the pleasure.

“Y/N! Im gonna cum, get up!” He shouted, thrusting up to get you off of him. You just shook your head from side to side, watching him grow weaker as his peek was reaching.

“Fuck! Slow down please!!!” He cried as his legs started shaking underneath you. He let out a long, loud moan as he shot his load deep inside of you. His eyes all the way in the back of his head, biting his lip hard.

“Yessss!!!” You moaned, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. He let out a loud breath, calming down from his high. You two lock eyes, staring at each other for a moment before he broke the silence.

“You are crazy as hell, but I kinda like it.” He let out a soft chuckle, making you blush. You bend down to his ear, grabbing his neck lightly.

“I can be crazy for you every night, if you let me…”

I’m ngl, I love the hell out of this story. This is top 3 favorite ones I’ve ever written. This bitch crazy asl tho🤦🏾‍♀️. Anywaysss, hope y’all enjoyed this story, because I sure asl enjoyed writing it. I love yall 🫶🏽🫶🏽!!!

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

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request for f! Reader who's in love with aizen but he never notices her and after his betrayal, she gives up on him, and that's when he kidnaps her. 😶 NSFW pls

Ohhh, yes of course!

Dumb. You feel beyond dumb and betrayed. You are head over heels in love with Aizen Sosuke, the entire Soul Society knew that. He never seemed to notice you or even look in your general direction.

It killed you and after his betrayal to the Soul Society, you decided that you were going to give up.

You throw the stack of papers on your desk and let out a heavy sigh. Panic floods your body as a hand clamps your mouth and an arm snakes around your waist.

You squirm against your attacker and your words become muffled against his hand.

"Shh...it's just me," his deep voice whispers in your ear. Your eyes widen and your heart drops.

Aizen Sosuke.

He slowly raises his hand from your mouth and you turn around, facing him. You stare at him, mouth gaped open and knitted eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" you mumble out, shaking your head with confusion and denial.

"I've come to take you back with me. You didn't think I'd really leave without you, did you?" he blinks innocently and your eyes widen.

"Back where?" you ask with confusion.

"But, I-" you start to speak, when Aizen gently presses his lips against yours. Your eyelids flutter closed and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

By the time you open up your eyes, you're in a whole different place.

You are definitely not in the Soul Society anymore. Your eyes dart around the bright white room where a large throne sits above you.

"Where are we?" you ask curiously.

"Las Noches. Home of my Espada army. Welcome, y/n," Aizen chuckles out, holding out his hand. You grab onto his hand and he leads you over to the side where there's a staircase leading up to the throne.

"You have a throne?" you scoff out with disbelief as the two of you reach the top.

"Take a seat," he demands with a low, threatening tone. You gulp and sit down on the cold throne. You slowly sit down on the throne and Aizen cups the back of your head, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

He lowers himself down onto his knees and your eyes widen. His hands grab onto your pants, tugging them down your thighs and pulling them off your ankles.

"Aizen, what are you doing?" you ask, furrowing your eyebrows together. He licks his lips at the huge wet spot in your underwear and he lets out a low chuckle.

"You know back in the Soul Society, those wet dreams, I gave you those. Watching you squirm and call out my name in those dreams made me feel...amazing. Now, you can have the real thing," Aizen explains, fingers hooking underneath your underwear.

He slowly pulls down your underwear and lets it fall over your ankles, discarding it where your pants are. Aizen's hands spread apart your thighs and your cheeks fluster.

"Aizen! What if someone walks in?" you ask, your stomach twisting into uneasy knots.

Of course, you've wanted this for years, but the embarrassment of someone walking in and seeing you commit such vile acts makes you want to disappear.

"So? Let them," Aizen shrugs his shoulders, speaking with a carefree tone. He rubs his thumb along your clit and dips his head down, running his tongue over your folds.

"Aizen," you moan loudly and he smirks against your core. He slowly sinks his fingers inside of your pussy and you cry out with pleasure as they curl up against your g-spot.

His thumb is still pressing down on your clit, electric waves of pleasure ripping through your body. His thick fingers explore your walls and prod, causing you to moan.

Aizen's slides his fingers out from your pussy and you whine at the sudden coldness. You frown, confused as to why he stopped. His hands latch onto your waist and you cock your head.

Aizen easily flips you over and places his hand on your head, pressing it against the throne.

Your head is pinned down to the throne and you whimper, feeling Aizen pressing his erection against you. His cock wants to spring free and be squeezed by your cunt.

"This is what you've wanted, right?" he whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

"Yes, please!" you squeak out. You hear his pants drop to the floor and a shiver runs up your spine. Aizen spreads your asscheeks apart and lines his cock up with your entrance.

With one swift thrust, he's inside of you and you're a moaning mess.

Aizen's eyes are locked onto your ass jiggling with each rough thrust, watching his cock slide in and out of you. The way your walls clamp around Aizen's length makes him groan loudly.

"It's like you were made for my cock. Can I ruin your pretty pussy?" Aizen whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. You whimper and nod your head.

"Yes, please," you beg him. His thrusts become rougher, literally pounding into you from behind.

He snakes his arm around your waist, slamming you back onto his cock. You moan loudly and pant heavily, feeling your release come closer.

"A-aizen!" you cry out, clutching onto the throne for dear life. Your body is pushed up against the throne, cum squirting out from your pussy.

Aizen's eyes widen as he feels your warm juices coat his cock and his thrusts become slower. His cock starts to twitch inside of you as your body becomes pudding in his arms.

He thrusts inside of you and his body hunches over, cum shooting out from the head of his cock. He groans heavily and rests his head on your back.

His hand runs up your spine as he slowly pulls out from you.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ask curiously, turning your head and gazing over at him. Aizen smirks wryly and cups your jaw.

"You know...every king needs his queen. You are coming to become the queen of Las Noches by my side."

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