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v3nusxsky · 6 months

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for the smut prompts number 3 pls i’ll love you forever🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Wildest dreams 18+

*Authors note~ happy Halloween guys! I would like to thank you all for following along with my first ever Kinktober! Enjoy guys, also @prettybuckybaby you should love me forever bc I added Bucky :)*

Trigger warnings~ Mistress kink daddy kink mommy kink sir kink? Oral sex sex toys Bucky x r, Larissa x r, lesso x r, Natasha x r, lesso x Wanda (punishment only) bondage blindfolds humiliation? Praise kink degrading kink Voyeurism, r getting shared around um smut ? Idk if it’s in need of anymore warnings

Prompt~ see ask

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“Leo! I’m sorry” you whined as the fiery red head continued to fix your bindings and place the extra thick blindfold over your eyes. “I simply don’t care Kitten, you earned this so you’ll shut up and take it like a pretty Kitty for your Mistress, or I’ll just cancel your surprise” she threatened making sure to attach the little vibe to your aching clit. “I’m sorry please, Leo I’ll be a good girl” you promised, but you both knew that it was an empty promise. When you get bored you tend to become bratty, and that was something Lesso loved. Putting her pretty Kitten back in her place was great stress relief. However, it being Halloween the Dean had a surprise lined up, but you’d have to take the punishment first.

Flicking the vibe on Lesso just watched as you thrashed against the bindings, “oh dear! I must have set it to high, my mistake” she taunted watching how your body was forced to be still. Your pleas and empty promises flowing from your mouth like a river had the red head desperately dipping a hand into her underwear to tease herself. “Quiet kitten, or you’ll not get to hear how turned on your Mistress is for you” was all that was needed to have you biting your lower lip to try and silence yourself. Being rewarded with her whimpers and groans of pleasure had your poor core practically leaking with need.

Leonora must have took pity on you as she turned the vibe off throwing it somewhere around the room before straddling your thigh. “You don’t mind if Mistress uses you kitten do you? You’ve got me awfully turned on, and it’s only right you fix it isn’t it? You wanna make me feel good right?” Her words we murmured right down your ear as you immediately agreed begging her to use you and take what she wants. Anything for her pleasure. “I just want to be a good Kitten for you, please let me help” you whined as the redhead began to rut her hips against your thigh, her panties adding the extra stimulation, aiding her to get to that edge faster, after all she is on a time crunch.

“I wanna hear your beg, beg for your Mistress to cover you in my cum, beg for me sweet girl” she groaned coming closer to the edge, but wanting to hear you say how badly you need her to cum. And that you did, like a good kitten you begged and pleaded until her warm cum was spread over your thigh. Moving off your thigh the red head informed you your guests of honour had arrived. “Leo? Guests? What’s happening Leo?” You whimpered only to be silenced with a kiss. “Ahh sweet girl, I read your book, and decided as a special treat to find these people. You took your punishment now here’s the next part. Let’s great them shall we?”

You lost count of how many people had now joined the room but by the gasps of want and desire you could tell this would be interesting. Your body bound and littered in your lovers marks was on full display now leaving your curiosity to run absolutely wild. “She’s a free slut for you all, nothing is off limits apart from her cumming. Her safe words is the traffic light system and a fist if she can’t freely talk, have fun” the red head command before growling “You however know what to do.”

Lesso had found your note book of pure porn without plot, a book featuring a variety of people that you knew didn’t even know of your existence. It was flattering really, you included her in every single story you wrote and she just knew she had to treat you to this. Something not even your wildest dreams would comprehend. After all it wasn’t hard to locate the Realms of these people.

Larissa was first, The schools for Goof and Evil having worked together recently meant she was already familiar with Lesso’s pet and was more than happy to play along, she found you rather adorable and well fuckable. Lesso explained your stories and Larissa immediately recognised what her students were calling “fanficton” that she had confiscated from some of the older students of Nevermore.

It was decided Larissa would play with you first, after all she has Nevermore to run. So it was no surprise to anyone really that Larissa crawled up your body to litter it with kisses of her own, praises flowing freely as she took in your body. “Such a pretty girl, mommy wants to sit on your face darling” she murmured before nipping at your neck. “Mistress?” You whimpered looking for the okay only to be treated with a harsh smack to your thigh, “do as your told kitten, don’t keep mommy waiting little slut.”

Larissa’s pillow like thighs settled either side of your head as she lowered her now exposed cunt to your awaiting tongue. “Oh good girl, such a good little girl” Larissa murmured as she began to grind her hips down against your mouth. “Pretty girl, they are all watching your pretty pussy flutter around nothing, you’re so good darling” Larissa mewled as you sucked on her clit forcing her to her orgasm quicker than she would’ve liked. “Fuck! Good fucking girl, right there Y/n. Oh fuck Leo she’s so perfect” Larissa complimented as she drenched your face in her juices. You carefully brought the woman back down so she could climb off your face and steal a kiss. She immediately took control and forced her tongue into your mouth effectively tasting herself on your tongue. “Mm so fucking sweet pretty girl, until the next time” she murmured leaving a kiss on your cheek before finding her original spot.

“Mistress, thank you-“ you whimpered but were cut off by the bed dipping by your bound foot. “Gonna be good doll?” A male voice sounded the room and you instantly knew who it was. “B-buck?” You whimpered causing Leonora to laugh, “oh kitten, you weren’t this shy in your stories, go ahead Bucky, fuck her.” See there was no need to get you ready, Larissa and lesso had done a good enough job of that and well, Bucky would be lying if he said he hadn’t been lazily stroking her hard cock to the sight of you being a whore. It was a massive turn on. Making quick work of applying a condom he settled himself between your spread legs. “Ready for me dolly?”

Lining himself up with your awaiting core he immediately slipped in, you letting out whimpers, a mix of pain and pleasure, at the stretch. “God Dolly you’re so tight! Does Mistress not fuck you well enough? Hmm?” He taunted setting a slow and steady rhythm. “You just needed Sir’s cock hmm? Lesso, look how cock dumb she is for me, might want to be carful or I’ll take the slut back with me.”

“Watch it Barnes” lesso growled, she was all for it, watching you be shared around, but you are hers. And that was clear. “Mistress is best- fuck oh god I - at fucking me” you attempted to get out amongst the moans he was pulling from you, the bulbous head of his dick bumping against your cervix, “Mistress, close please! Can I” you whimpered hoping she would take pity on you. “Pull out Bucky, she isn’t to cum” Lesso damned only to be met with a disgruntled noise from Bucky as he did as he was asked. There he stripped the rubber from his painful hard dick before crawling up the bed.

From there he got a good look at you, desperate and pouting at the denial. The feeling of his cock rubbing at your lips had you gasping in shock, just before he thrusted himself down your throat. “Suck on it dolly” he demanded as he fucked your face, forcing you to swallow every last drop of cum. Tears now leaked from the blindfold as you coughed and spluttered around his pulsating member. “Fucking whore likes choking on cock, I wonder” he panted pulling out from your swollen lips to place his large hands around your throat, “you look so much better with my hands around your throat doll.”

Bucky soon left the room leaving you so fucking desperate and yet no clue what would happen to you now. That’s when you heard the Russian accent. “Oh she’s so pretty, wands what are you doing” the Russian spat causing Wanda to whimper, fuck she’d been caught. Although they were here to play with you she was still very much Natasha’s submissive and this was her reward. One that she’d just lost. “Leonora, could you deal with that needy bitch of mine while I fuck this sweetheart to high heaven?” Oh fuck no, you struggled to free yourself from the bindings, Leonora is yours and you couldn’t get to her, Wanda being free and touchable had lesso agreeing knowing she was setting off your jealous rage.

Natasha’s black widow skills came in use as she skilfully undid the bindings to reposition you and quickly tied you back up. This time the blind fold was removed and you had full access to watch Wanda being caned by your lover as Natasha slotted herself underneath you and quickly entered you with one swift thrust of her faux cock. “Oh Dekta you’re still so tight even after all of that? Oh you poor girl, must wanna cum for daddy hmm?” The redheads taunting combined with the speed her thrusts and the hits Wanda was receiving was dizzying, you could see the other avenger beg for mercy and you knew how that would fall on deaf ears. “Daddy” Wanda sobbed causing Leonora to growl, “daddy is busy, it’s Mistress you should be focused on or are you that much of a slut all you can think about is daddy fucking my Kitten over there” lesso was never one to mince her words and it was clear that she was getting just as much power from punishing Wanda as Natasha was from punishing you. “Mistress. I’m close please please let me cum” you whimpered taking Natasha’s brutal thrusts. “So sensitive no more please.”

“Oh you’ll fucking take what daddy gives you my precious girl” she grunted giving you one harsh thrust before pulling you off her strap and calling over Wanda, “come here pup, she made a mess of my cock.” Wanda immediately crawling over to her lover and taking the strap deep in her throat moaning at the taste of your slick that was covering it. You were too far gone into your sub space to even register the rest, the need to have an orgasm being painfully obvious now.

Somehow, somewhere Natasha and Wanda left, Lesso informing you everyone but Larissa was staying over at the school for Evil tonight, but you weren’t leaving this room, they’d had their fun and she had hers, that was all that mattered. Undoing you from the bindings, the red head laid you on to the bed and subtly grabbed the small vibe from earlier and attached it to your overly sensitive clit. From there she decided to change her plan, the tears stained on your face were enough of a punishment so she situated herself so that she too could rut against the small vibrating toy.

“Mistress please please i need” you whined in coherently only to be silenced by a deep hungry kiss and the command to cum over her cunt. And that’s exactly what you did. You’d never came so hard in your life, drenching Lesso in cum as you squirted so hard you passed out from the pure pleasure. Seeing that had Lesso over the edge, she was now sensitive from teasing her self while the others fucked you, and truly she could see you all being friends. Maybe a repeat in the near future but for now she settled on cleaning you up and magically changing the sheets before bringing your unconscious body to lay on her chest.

Hands trailing through your hair as she cooed words of love and praise waiting for you to come back to her. “Come on sweet girl, come back to me my love.” You whimpered as the first thing you registered was your overstimulated pussy and the second being Leo. “Mmm did okay?” You mumbled, she knew the ways you were after a particularly fun night so she had everything ready. “So good sweetheart, come on have some water and then we can cuddle okay? You did so good and I’m so proud of how you handled your treat.” Drinking your water with simple encouragement and lots of praise you soon found yourself snuggled into your lover and sleepily mumbling, “m sorry you found the book and tonight but im only yours. I love you Leo” before promptly slipping back into the land of slumber

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prettypinktulips · 6 months

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I’m so gay for medic pls 🙏🏻 Medic with a trans guy reader headcanons pls,, how would he help him with his dysphoria?

OK HELLO IM BACK SORRY!!! yes medic is so nghhhh #notgay

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Pair; Medic Tf2 x Trans!Male reader (I am a trans man so yes I do know somewhat about dysphoria)

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You sighed running your fingers through your (h/c) hair as you looked into the mirror, dull lights flicking in the back and nothing but silence filling your ears. "I don't know why it's so difficult for everyone else to understand how I feel." Teary eyes showing in the mirror, You stared even harder at your reflection as you started to lift your shirt up and took a look at your body. "I just wish.. sometimes, that I was a real man." You traced your fingers along the bandages that were binding your chest down and sighed.

"Y/N?" You heard that stupid German accent and immediately knew who it was, you hurried to pull down your shirt as you felt your heart race a bit. How long has he been in the room? You thought and looked over at the thankfully, closed bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"Could ya come out here for a second, ja?"

You rolled your eyes and unlocked the door, you looked over at the noirette and crossed your arms. "Can I help you, Ludwig?" He looked at your eyes and immediately knew something was wrong.

"What's with the tears, liebling?" Medic looked a little worried and walked up to your frame, his large hands intertwining yours as he looked up/down at you. Whatever he was going to talk to you about was completely down the drain, he was now focused on whatever was eating at you.

"Nothing, It's humiliating." You furrowed your brows and looked down at your intertwined hands, his hand was squeezing yours, not too tight to hurt you but tight enough that you could tell he was anxious.

"Please, let me know what's on your mind." The accent lingering around in your ears made it almost impossible for you to decline him a second time, you gave him a slight nod and huffed.

"Fine." You took in your surroundings to make sure the rest of the guys weren't around. You took in a deep breath, trying to hold back any tears that were threatening to fall down. Ludwig gave you a frown and laid his other hand on your cheek, wiping away any tears that snuck past your waterline. "I don't know, It's hard to explain. Sometimes I just wish I was a real guy. Not some wannabe man."

Medic's eyes widen at your harsh words and held your hand close to him, he made a somewhat pout look. Which is abnormal for him to do. "Why are you so mean to yourself, Meine Liebe?" He closed the space between you two and gave you a soft peck on the lips. "To me you are a real man, and always will be."

There you were choking back sobs again, how embarrassing. "I just want to look like how the other guys look! With their muscular bodies and stuff, it's just not fair!" Your voice cracked a bit at the end and Medic was listening to every bit of your ranting.

"Don't worry about how the other guys look, even if you were a cis male, they've been training for years." Medic looked to the side, letting go of your hand. "I'll tell you what, I'm sure I can figure out some 'crazy' metaphysical experiments for you." Your face lit up and looked into his eyes. How could you forget, he's like the mad scientist! If anything he could be the solution to your problem!

"That's sounds wonderful?!" You grinned and hurried to kiss him, his face flushed at the unexpected contact and kissed you back, grabbing both of your hands this time.

"Even if it doesn't work. You will still always be a man, at least to me. I promise." Ludwig caressed your thumb. "And if anything, you're the most handsome man I've seen in my life." Your face in a posthaste, was flushed.

"You really think so?"

"Ja."

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SORRY if its bad im so tired mimis <333

#tf2 medic #x male reader #tf2 #Tf2 x male reader #MALE READERS RISE UP!!!#x trans male reader #x transmasc reader #requests are open

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acradelius · 26 days

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Soldier with a transmasc s/o pls-

I need soldier comforting his partner over gender dysphoria and aggressively correcting people.

"I'll Make Sure That They Get It Right."

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Soldier: 76 ("Jack Morrison") x Transmasc! Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] - (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Transmasculine! Reader, Male Pronouns Used For Reader, Jack Isn't Necessarily Familiar With Transmasculinity - But He's Trying, Mentions Of Gender Dysphoria, Jack's Supportive Of Reader, Jack Accidentally Uses Wrong Pronouns, Jack Gets Agressive Whenever Correcting Others About Reader.

Word Count: 624 Words

Notes: Forgive me if any part of this, or even if all of it, happens to be incorrect or misinforming in any way, shape, or form. I'm not Trans myself, nor know of anyone who happens to be Trans, so I wrote this based on what I could find on the internet. Please let me know what I can do to correct it!

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

“Transmasculine?” Jack can't state that he's familiar with the exact word or its definition. He's definitely aware that there are other gender identities, gender expressions, or both, besides cisgender, but it's not exactly a topic that he keeps himself up-to-date with when it comes to the terminology and information. Ultimately, it takes (Y/N) sitting Jack down and explaining transmasculine for him to be able to wrap his mind around this new information. “It sounds quite.. simple.. to understand?” It still might take him some time to completely come to understand, as besides his partner explaining it to him Jack then takes it upon himself to do some more research on it, but he's trying! He's realizing that it's quite crucial that he's informed about this information, not only for the well-being of (Y/N), but for their success and well-being of their relationship as well.

While gender dysphoria is something else that’s also probably going to have to be explained to him, it’s definitely something that he could come up with ways to ease those thoughts that make (Y/N) upset at times, or even have days of being upset. Maybe trying on some of Jack’s clothes would help? Or even going and buying a wardrobe of clothes that would enhance (Y/N)’s masculine features? “Lookin’ handsome as always, love.” Are you needing assistance with chest binding perhaps? Don’t worry, Jack is definitely your guy. Well, it’ll probably take him a couple of times of hands-on experience before he manages to get the hang of it. “Which one would you prefer this time? Would you prefer the kinetic tape? Or just the actual binder?” He’s also on top of consistently asking if (Y/N)’s comfortable and if there’s any health concerns from using the binders. “Are you able to breathe well? Would you like me to tighten or loosen it? ..It’s not irritating your skin is it? If so, we could look into getting you some of this moisturizing cream that I typically use..” Jack would also be completely fine with (Y/N) using some of his products that have that masculine fragrance if that makes him feel better as well.

There happens to be some times that Jack accidentally slips up and accidentally uses the wrong pronouns when it comes to talking to (Y/N) or even talking about (Y/N) to someone else. If it happens, he’ll apologize and correct himself, also making sure that (Y/N) is okay and explain that it wasn’t his intention to accidentally misgender or misidentify him. His voice will be soft and reassuring, making sure to bring (Y/N) into his arms and hold them close to him. Yet, if it was someone else that was someone else that ends up misgendering (Y/N).. If it happens to be someone that’s unaware that (Y/N) is transmasculine, then Jack would loudly clear his throat, tilting his head as he narrows his eyes through his visor, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. “If you’re NOT AWARE, (Y/N) typically goes by HE/HIM pronouns, but it’s best to ask just in case (Y/N) has decided differently for the time being.” Yet, if the person happens to be aware and is just being an asshole by purposely misgendering and misidentifying (Y/N), then expect Jack to get aggressive, He won’t hesitate to become physical, getting a tight grip upon their arms and roughly slamming them up against the wall, glaring intensely. “If you don’t quit your shit, I will make sure that as long as you’re amongst the ranks of Overwatch, I WILL make your life an absolute hell. Therefore, consider this your only warning to respect (Y/N)’s identity and pronouns.”

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #soldier 76 overwatch #overwatch soldier 76 #jack morrison #soldier 76 x reader #jack morrison x reader #x transmasc reader #x reader #requests?! thank you<3 #lime rating

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destisea · 12 days

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okay, nsfw briar below, ive had him for like 2 days

briar is pansexual, and at least while he's in pena/cony- struggles to maintain any kind of long term relationship. so he usually just has flings. not to say he cannot keep a long term relationship. guy just... works. a lot. outside of that though, he is also panromantic, if it works it works.

a switch, but definitely dom leaning. :) it's kinda hard for him to be submissive and vulnerable like that? so if he is that way with someone, man he trusts them a LOT!!! some of this is due to the fact he struggles with his vision so much. he loves to bottom but? will absolutely 100% want to take charge.

do NOT pull on or get weird with the wings. please. theyre soft and sensitive, and not in a sexy way. be gentle with those.

briar again, relies on touch, and smell a lot. smell is important to him in just about everything... yes even sex. and touching while it isn't always in a sexual way, is also just as important here. he will want to touch every inch of his partner. it's like when he feels their face to really get proper details down that he cant quite pick up when he's close. he's got very good memory, so if he spots something, some detail his vision fails to catch- he memorizes it with his hands.

relying on his other senses means he probably feels things differently, and with more intensity. stamina can really... depend. but he will usually want to go more than once in a single night... pls if he's not exhausted by the time you're finished then you're doing something wrong hgjkfhsdkdjf

i have... this whole hc on how halo/vians can... project their feelings on others. and in specific i think briar can do this during sex? if he wants. idk if he'd think to do so unless his partner asked or was okay with it tbh. but it's there, and something can be said about increasing the intensity of an experience via brain stuff.

biting? very... very very very okay. he's so into that it's hgkjshfkjg. hair pulling is really dependent on his mood, any kind of binding / ropeplay? not unless he's in an established relationship with you and trusts you.

briar is a boob & an ass man. don't ask him to pick between them.

i think all in all, he's flexible. he's willing to try out new things. doesn't care much about what's going on between your legs. if he thinks you look good he's gonna tall you. and if it clicks it clicks. but trying to get him to be submissive or open to trying something where he has less control? tough unless you've got a good level of trust. he doesn't ever really do that unless it's with a partner he's in deep with.

#𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓. / briar #nsfw.#listen i ....#coughs #ive thought abt this a lot #i could have kept going but i...#condensed it down so it isnt 975938476 words long

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witchywitchwitchbtch · 1 month

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Witches of tumblr pls help!…

Do I need to undo a love spell with another spell?

[Lol…Please note that I’d never do this again, I was a teenager and incredibly overconfident and I completely disregarded the possible consequences…]

At the beginning of 2021 I put what I thought to be a “love spell” on a guy friend I really thought I was in love with. (But I later found it was just limerence so I really regretted it.)

I didn’t follow a specific spell or set of steps I found online… I was so delusional that I “made up my own spell” and mixed steps I found after researching. I used honey, candles, his hair, my menstrual blood, and more. 🤦🏻‍♀️ Basically anything I thought would “make it stronger.” 😣 I had it for a while just sitting around but I later took it apart and got rid of everything. I used to pray to a deity and I begged for the spell to be undone despite not seeing any movement. My intentions as I was taking it apart were for it to be as if it never happened.

He never corresponded my feelings or acted any differently during, before, or after. I was so grateful and relieved that it didn’t work. But my concern is that neither of us have seriously dated or had any success in love after. (To my knowledge since we have been in no contact.) It could just be a coincidence since our love lives were already not great even before I thought of doing any spell but…

My question is, was that enough to undo the spell or should I do something to make sure? I feel so much anxiety about it, but it could just be guilt that is making me feel like there’s some sort of binding or something. I think it’s also because of the things I used. I don’t want to be bound to him and I don’t want him to be bound to me :(. Am I just overthinking it?

#witchcraft #witch community #spellcasting #spellwork #love spells #witchblr #magic #magick #binding spells #blood magic #black magic #brujería #brujeria #tarot #baby witch #wiccan #pagan

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whatisgodtoanonbeliever · 2 years

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Going into ep 11 of EAW with no context because I forgot what happened in the preview and refuse to look it up at this point so off we go

1. Ah, it was the gambling/con case

2. Okay since I just finished watching Beyond Evil, I recognize the guy in the blue shirt in the powerball scene and I am so proud of myself

3. My heart cannot physically handle a kiss recap at 8:30 in the morning

4. I JUST REMEMBERED THE HANDS ON THE WINDOW SCENE

5. All right, her waiting because seeing him was literally all she wanted is expanding my shriveled heart

6. SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY OH MY GOD

7. If I got trapped with my boss in an elevator and she started saying that I would be so uncomfortable

8. Okay you know what, CEO asked and got an answer so that’s on her

9. Woo Young Woo please never stop stating animal facts because I love them so much

10. Also if I ever met a cheesy couple like this I would be so unhappy about it, purely out of awkwardness

11. Why is this man shocked that him having been illegally gambling is going to pose an issue?

12. It started out “how Hairy messed up the date” and turned into a stand-up circle I love them all

13. Su Yeon be putting in the hours for men and I can respect her hustle but also god please leave the office sometimes

14. This defendant is a pure idiot

15. Jun Ho you are so weak for her, even when she gives you a heart attack and creeps everyone out. Mood

16. Okay the hands scene is so cute but the music is giving me Ratatouille meme music vibes

17. Anyone who knows more about contract law and verbal agreements than my 1 college class want to let me know how likely these guys are to even get the money? Because from what I (vaguely) remember I feel like these guys don’t have much ground to stand on since it’s only verbal, though that can be binding (at least in the U.S. I believe)

18. Okay they mentioned the binding part cool, I’m not a whole fool

19. “flexible” I’m done, let them lose, what do I care

20. Both of their little appearance checks for the video call? Immaculate

21. Okay but if someone called me and we just told bad jokes I would love it

22. Oh good they paid her and it will likely backfire, awesome

23. Min Woo you are giving such rancid vibes

24. Put that fucking packet down and pick up a spine or I will not be responsible for my actions

25. The dad and I will just be on bad terms until I see what he’s up to

26. Hello Trash Man

27. Maybe one day Myeong Seok will have the last word, but it is unlikely anytime soon

28. The sign language interpreter in the corner for the whale thing caught my eye, love that

29. Su Yeon snatching the expensive BOTTLE was the move but bb I am so sorry. Thank you random ex who’s trying to ruin this man

30. The crash fucking THREW me

31. Okay so Jun Ho having obviously been trying to teach himself more has me weak and I love him

32. This is the second show this week I have had with a parent/ parents walking in on their kids kissing pls

33. Oh so he chose THIS route

34. Good, my feelings for the mom are once again justified, because I highly doubt Min Woo won’t do it

35. Please let one of the protection squad find out and let them all at once find him in a dark alley

36. Preview: no thoughts at this time other than dolphin hat

#extraordinary attorney woo #ep 11 #spoilers #og #thoughts #woo young woo #lee junho #choi su yeon #jung myeong seok #kwon min woo

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driaswrld · 6 months

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dria🥺 hope you're feeling at least a bit better today :(( again take care !!! ♡

i have a question??? did any of them ever get insecure about the fact that they are three in a relationship? either before or after things got official. in any way, too. of their feelings, if they all felt the same (like, are they okay with this kind of relationship? kind of manner), of what other people would say, or idk??

i'm v curious. i've seen many fics with different views when it comes to how they take the relationship and i'd like to know the tsr dynamic !!

p.s: i'm so excited for unhinged mc. yes, let mc protect the boys please

p.s 2: i'm gonna start reading the wip today during my in between study breaks!! i'll take notes first and add the comments when my thoughts are in place

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bubble anon my bby !!

IM SO GLAD U ASKED IM SCREAMING RNNN the wip is gonna go reallyyy in depth about that because as someone who has read alot of multifandom poly fics and took the time out to like research poly dynamics and the reality of just how it feels to be in one, IM SO EXCITED to touch on it!! rant below cut lololol

the answer to your question is yes! moreso before they got together than after but lingering insecurities and jealousies were still present up to the time megumi and tsumiki came around. however, in later more domestic tsr, they've become way more comfortable because each of them know the part they play and their own individual importance (naturally these problems still pop up from time to time though)

(also there is lotslotslotss of scrutiny from the jujutsu world ab their relationship which i will ALSO talk about dw ur in my brain😭)

each of them have had their own personal experience with this and i can talk abt it a lil bit without spoiling much but :

suguru dealt with major imposter syndrome after coming back and he felt as if he was playing catch up to satoru n reader alot ! honestly for a while he did not interpret it as a relationship, but rather an attachment (he felt like a glorified parasite) his pov in the wip really goes in depth with these feelings !

satoru on the other hand deals with alot of the jealousy part because he used to feel constantly excluded. reader is always protecting suguru, and by default shielding him as well?? so satoru felt extremely neglected at some points (the part i said abt suguru feeling the most in terms of the binding vow? well, the binding vow plays a huge part in toru's supposed feelings of exclusion) I WONT SPOIL IT THO 😭😭

reader however suffers heavily from insecurities in terms of what they could do but aren't doing (manifests as heavy survivors guilt) in apocalypse it's mentioned that reader was absent when the star plasma incident took place and after that everything went downhill in terms of how they view themselves in terms of strength and reliability bcus they always feel inadequate (pls i would say more but it'd spoil ittt)

AND YES UNHINGED MC !!

(im making those scenes as raw as possible bcus there's a specific way i want u guys to see mc through the boys' pov im so exciteddd!)

and omg have fun with the wipp! im actually writing for it rn too <33

#★ STVRTLK #🫧 ¡ anon

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seraphiism · 6 months

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kay, is there anything that you really really recommend? cause i finished all my favs rn (including jjk n one piece(manga+anime)).

wym you finished one piece .. manga and anime... you are stronger than the mitochondria , the powerhouse of the cell , i am not sure if you mean anime/manga exclusively but tbh i don't consume much of it so i will just assume all media is fair game ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝

i love love love omniscient reader's viewpoint !! both the novel and manhwa. have you ever been thrown into the depths of your favorite story, the one thing that allowed you to endure and survive the traumas of your life, then forced to survive in said story's circumstances you can foresee, except that now, you're not sure where reality begins and fiction ends? i have yet to finish the novel but it has definitely made me cry a few times. the characters are so so good and the plot is just so intricate, as are the relationships and i want to squeeze kim dokja like a stress ball. ALSO he's so fucking smart that i had to take breaks often bc my lil brain was going insane

i also recommend the house in fata morgana! like if there is one piece of media to share w/ everyone, i would slam this game in everyone's face and not even god could stop me . it's a visual novel that is available on steam ; i believe it took me 30+ hours to finish. tldr; you wake up in a mansion that you are supposedly the master of, and your maid, who has always been at your side, awaiting your return, walks you through the tales of the mansion. it goes through different time periods in each chapter, and you witness the many tragedies that have occurred to those deserving and undeserving. the plot is very concise and runs pretty deep. do note that there are possible triggers as the themes can be very heavy

path to nowhere !!! it's a mobile gacha game with a well-written plot and amazing characters ( there are so many beautiful women and also there are like 5 guys ). please ignore the ads, they're insanely ridiculous just to attract attention and nothing at all like the actual content. in this world, there are sinners who have been condemned; these sinners have powers and are deemed a threat to society. fortunately for you, you have a unique ability to "shackle" them-- this binds you to them, both mentally and physically ( as in when you're in extreme pain, they can sometimes experience tht same pain iirc, or smth like that ) in a sense-- sinners are only freed when you die, so many of them initially resent you, some want and try to kill you, but most eventually learn to trust you and understand that you are very selfless and don't wish to bring them harm. there are a lot of conflicts in this game, and i believe it has .. 12 or so chapters out rn? the music is amazing ( it's on spotify and goes surprisingly hard for a gacha game ), the character design is great, the gameplay is fun. it's very f2p friendly. the plot is also very sad :^) and i also cried a lot bc of it. stan hamel .

uuuuhhhhh if you want to read another manhwa, pls check out who made me a princess, it's an isekai and the dad is hot and coldhearted , absolute favorite type of man , seemingly cold but has a kind heart 10/10 i would kiss claude

thts all i can think of atm !! i have many reccs but if there were things i really really like, those are some of them.

#special s/o to nier automata bc tht game altered my brain chemistry and the writing rly influenced me as a writer #srry this was so long . but i rly do recc path to nowhere bc the designs are so !!!!!!!!! and it's so sad. i love my sad wives #also !! the cgs in path to nowhere are so [ throws my hands in the air ] . my header and pinned post banner are some of the sinners #.: asks

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unholyhelbig · 1 year

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Are you going to post the vampire fic here? PLS SAY YES

A/n: Oh dude, I've got you.

Summary: Bodies start popping up within the city drained of blood and torn at the throat. Detective Ava Silva and her new partner Beatrice Alexander are determined to crack the case before more victims are discovered. But when recent technological advancements threaten how things are done, Beatrice has to put more trust in her partner than ever before.

Trigger warning: This is quite possibly the darkest thing I've ever written. So please be cautious with this. There's a lot of gross imagery with the crime scenes.

[Also, I added a "The Nice Guys" reference in there, extra points if you can spot it.]

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The Blood Ties that Bind | Chapter Two | Ava x Beatrice

It was a common misconception that Vampires could see better in the dark. Yes, Beatrice viewed the world without light through a gray haze that was often mimicked on a camcorder, but if one did not know the obstacles they would face in said, pitch area, then it was hardly effective. She was thankful for the pulsing red light of the exit sign.

Beatrice kept to the far side of the hallway where the span of the cameras didn’t reach. She’d feigned interest in the security system that Michael Salvius had installed a few weeks before. He regarded her icily, mumbling under his breath. He figured that she was mocking him, and she placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

She told Michael Salvius that his job was important. That without the Salvius security systems, they would be shit out of luck on most of their cases. The footage was always grainy, way too distorted by the city's rain to make anything out. But she sat on the edge of the desk and smiled at him while he installed the new tech.

It had disturbed her, to a degree, the way in which the world was changing. She remembers the distinct feeling of whiplash she got when she saw her first automobile. This surely won’t catch on, she naively thought. And for a time, it hadn’t. But soon they were rushing through the streets, not just for the rich, but for everyone.

Cameras, she figured, would be the exact same way as cars, as planes, and chewing gum. The world was prone to rushing around her and she wouldn’t notice one way or another until times like these when it hit her all at once. Allusivity was swiped away by bulky wires and hard drives.

She’d watched Michel out of curiosity, but was thankful now, that she had. It made getting into the lab in the basement of the precinct all the easier. Though, Beatrice wasn’t sure if the cameras could pick up her slinking form in the deep red light of the exit sign. She stopped directly across from the door to the lab and waited until the cherry-red color faded.

Then, she took a large step across the hall and broke the knob off the door entirely with one flick of the wrist. It was much like a bone, that way, a metal contraption that came apart so easily under her movements. Beatrice pushed her shoulder into the door and entered the darkness of the lab.

Death was a familiar scent to her. It wasn’t one that she used to describe herself or her kind. No, they were wrought with the earth tones of soil and leaden blood. The odor of decay on a normal, once-breathing, human body was different. It tickled the back of her throat with hints of vanilla and the acrid hum of formaldehyde.

The dead lined the wall of the morgue behind little metal doors like picture frames. Each was meticulously labeled with a sharpie. A series of numbers following the first three letters of a last name. Beatrice instinctively spotted PAL86 and kept her eyes on the darkness of the drawer.

Part of her believed that he would push it open, that his milky eyes would open the world and she would be the one that had to break it to him: Apologies for your death, you see, a girl that I promised to teach how to live is desperate to do so herself. Mistakes happen.

Richard “Barry” Palmer would not be rising from the dead. That wasn’t how things worked. But just like the advancement of automobiles and security systems, this too could change. Not tonight, though. Not while she strode past a large exam table and opened the cooling chamber for samples.

A bright white light nearly blinded her before she had the thought to place her finger over the sensor and plunge herself back into that granular darkness. Beatrice swore under her breath. Ava hadn’t been kidding, law enforcement was wising up. They saved everything. Small vials filled with hair samples, fingernail clippings, fibers from the carpet saturated in brown blood.

She didn’t have much time, if the flash of light from the cooler had triggered the patrol officer damned to the security room, then she was fucked. Good and fucked. There was no logical way for her to explain why she had not only ripped the doorknob from its place but why she had rummaged through the fridge like she was up for a midnight snack.

Beatrice spotted two tubes labeled with PAL86. She didn’t hesitate to slip them into the pocket of her peacoat. She closed the cooler, careful with the light this time, and turned on her heel to exit the lab. Again, she waited for the pulsing light of the exit sign at the end of the hallway before she hastily made it to the stairwell, breathing a cool sigh of relief.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. She got in and out quickly, quietly, like the shadow that she was derived from. She hadn’t risked her position as a lead detective. She’d simply looked out for her own. And was that so bad? Ava was sure to thank her later, if later ever came along.

“Detective Alexander?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Beatrice had made it to the second stairwell. She instinctively tightened her fingers around the cold vials in her pocket and turned to face the medical examiner whom she had met on a few occasions. Her hair was sleep-worn, and a single eyebrow was raised in a questioning glance. She wore her coat over a buttoned pajama top.

“Doctor Amunet” Beatrice gave an easy smile. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I assume for the same reason as you.”

“Oh?”

Yasmine Amunet’s gaze was mild, her eyes the color of cold bourbon. She rubbed the corner of one, taking the sleepy haze right with it. “Nothing worse than being woken up by a corpse call in the middle of the night. I just have to grab my supplies and I’ll be headed down to the wharf.”

“Of course,” Beatrice swallowed hard. She prayed absently that Yasmine wouldn’t flick on the lights and notice the busted knob on the door to her lab. That the bag she was often seen with was subsequently in the office instead. “Would you like to go together? Two birds. One stone. That sort of thing.”

This was a solid play. Yasmine’s eyes lit up and all her drowsiness left her, replaced with excitement instead. Detectives worked closely with their medical examiners, but this was a different level of familiarity, an olive branch that was not often extended.

“Yeah, yes! Are you kidding me, of course.” She rocked excitedly on the balls of her feet.

Beatrice chuckled, “Go on, then. Make it quick. I’ll meet you out front.”

Yasmine schooled her expression but let a smile slip through just before she pivoted and rushed down the staircase to the basement. Beatrice could hear her shoes against the linoleum, fast and careless. One did not readily look for signs of distress when they were hurried. She counted on this as she took the side door out of the precinct and into the cold rain.

A shiver rushed down her spine. She lingered on the side of the building, taking both vials that were meticulously labeled PAL86 and dropping them into the rushing, mucky water that led to the storm drain. Beatrice took the toe of her boot and pressed down until she heard the glass shatter.

She watched as the shards were washed away into the storm drain with the rest of the runoff.

Any traces of lingering sleep dissipated from Detective Ava Silva’s mind as she pulled the Buick close enough to the weathered boardwalk for the wood to splinter. Rain slammed against the windshield, distorting the yellowed streetlamps, and the flashing squad cars. The wind had picked up and whipped viciously against Ava’s side as she slammed the car door.

There was no crowd this time. Bodies were pulled from the canal often and methodically. People who were down on their luck with the metal tip of a needle shoved into the nearest, unmarred vein. Women that stood on street corners while law enforcement looked the other way- because everyone needed to make a living somehow. Everyone needed to survive.

Ava was annoyed, at first. She had been in the kind of deep sleep that weighed heavy on your mind. Why pull her from bed for a body that would never be claimed? Though her grip relaxed on the steering wheel on the way here, and her shoulders slumped in defeat. A body is not simply a body. A life is not simply a life.

Guilt wracked her for being miffed in the first place. This was her job, after all, sleep be damned. She can sleep when her tank ran out of gas. She swallowed a stabilizing breath in the large drops of rain. The sea air was salty and clung to her skin like a film.

Detective Silva stepped over the slumping police tape, raged from the elements. By the time she got there, two police cars flanked the docks and a third, deep plum Ford Pinto was parked meticulously next to them. Ava recognized Detective Alexander’s flashy government-issued car. Okay- maybe Ava didn’t know if it was government issued, but no one could afford an 86’ model on a detective’s salary.

Her stomach churned when she crossed the threshold onto the rotted deck. She wasn’t a big fan of water, never had been. The hollow sound of her footfalls nearly made her want to turn back. Leave the corpse to Beatrice, seeing as she had gotten the jump on the case, to begin with.

There was already a sheet over the body. It reflected what little of the moon shown through the clouds each time they shifted. The rain had evened out, but the wind stayed strong. Beatrice had her jaw clenched; her hands shoved into the pockets of her coat. Yasmine held an umbrella over them both. She looked worse for wear, as green as Ava felt.

“Detective Silva,” Beatrice turned up the corner of her lip in a small smile. A white flag that bled red. “Nice of you to join us.”

She ignored the comment. “Why call us out here for a canal corpse?”

The thought rushed past her lips and exhibited in the mist of her breath, breaking the cold. She hadn’t meant to phrase it like that, really. Not with the uniforms glancing warily over their shoulders at the statement.

“That came out wrong. I mean, it’s not something you usually do.”

“You’re right, I don’t, but this… Detective Alexander was already at the station and decided to let me tag along. Good thing she did, your body is a Hispanic female in her early twenties.” She used the base of her hand to wipe away a drop of frigid rain that had dripped from the edge of the umbrella. “The neck is ripped into. Carotid artery shredded like an expired credit card.”

“Geez. Unidentified?”

Beatrice frowned “Actually, no, the victim is a model by the name of Sabrina Patrick, I’m guaranteeing that you’ve seen her on the side of busses, billboards, and storefronts. You name it. She’s recently branched out into acting; I believe she had a bit part in ‘Fright Night’.”

“No shit! I’ve seen that one!” Ava smacked Beatrice’s arm excitedly and lowered her voice, wiggling her fingers wickedly “Welcome to Fright night… for real.”

Yasmine pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated sigh that painted the sky. Beatrice let out a groan and stared at the silver interworking of the umbrella. Ava wasn’t a huge fan of vampires herself, but she did enjoy the campy feel of the movie, and the lead actress wasn’t entirely an eyesore.

Ava schooled her face into professionalism. She felt foolish for asking this question, but it slipped up anyway. “She have her blood?”

“Detective Silva, enough with the movie references,” Beatrice warned.

“Actually, no,” Yasmine said. “Not all of it.”

The last address listed on Sabrina Patrick’s driver's license led Detective Alexander and Detective Silva to a small duplex on a rougher end of town. Much too rough for a successful model, and upcoming actress. Beatrice thought this as she wrapped her hands around the chain link fence that surrounded the property.

It looked untouched, abandoned for the most part. The grass hadn’t been cut in at least a month. It had died and turned a rotten, mushy gray with the oversaturation of the rain. One pane of the large bay window had been shattered and patched up with silver duct tape and a black trash bag that flopped in the wind.

The red words BEWARE OF DOG curled in around itself. Ava reached over the fence and unlatched it before pushing the gate in. An ungodly screech of forgotten hinges made Beatrice’s jaw ache. There was a pit in the center of her stomach that continued to grow, reaching its cold edges out to her ribs, and to her slow-beating heart. Something was not right here.

Her fingers numbly reached for her sidearm, the fabric of her coat scratchy against dry skin. Ava spared her a glance. She was wielding a flashlight, though, Beatrice was sure that she wished she had something more as if she didn’t trust Beatrice to aim and fire her weapon if need be.

Beatrice recalls the first time she fired a gun, her brother's LeMat pistol. It was weighed and inscribed with his initials. Their father had gifted it to him the Christmas before the Civil War began. He taught her how to manage the kickback, and how to hit old cans of food, rusted and empty. Then small animals, squirrels and rabbits were utilized for their pelts.

She could handle the Government regulation gun in her hand now. Beatrice was a quick shot, she bet quicker than Ava. However, neither of them spoke as they tested the strength of the porch. Ava used two knuckles to bang on the chipped door.

“CPD, please come to the door,” She said, commanding.

A shiver worked its way up Beatrice’s spine at the deepness of Ava’s voice, the steadiness in which she delivered her command. They listened for movement inside. Ava couldn’t hear anything, and Beatrice could make out the dull drip of a leak in the kitchen, but not the dull, bugs-buzz of electric, or breathing, or even a rapid heartbeat.

“We’re not going to ask again. Open up!” There was a beat of five more seconds before Ava straightened her posture. “Well. No one’s home.”

“You’re sure?”

Detective Silva removed her jacket. Her arms flexed under the dull morning light. The clouds gave everything a mucky green color that shaded her features. In this light, the daring tightness behind Ava’s eyes, there was a bit of attractiveness. Ava could be quite charming when she wasn’t being a stubborn asshole.

However, those thoughts went right out the window when Ava wrapped her hand in the jacket and used it to shatter out the other half of the window. She took the taped trash bag with it, careful for the remaining shards of glass as she reached around and unclicked the lock.

“Ava, there are protocols!”

She shrugged and shook out her jacket before draping it over the termite-ridden railing at the front of the porch. Ava had a Cheshire grin that dared Beatrice to test her, even with her fingers near the trigger of the gun. “Probable cause.”

Ava opened the door and the stench that instantly hit them made Beatrice swallow back a gag. Detective Silva groaned. It was putrid, a mix of urine and rotting food that made the uneasiness of Beatrice’s stomach deepen.

Newspapers saturated with water and mold were stacked to the ceiling in a long, dark hallway. Insects scattered as new light made its way into the house, the flashlight sweeping over a staircase. There was a living area to the left, and a dining room to the right. All stacked high with newspapers, old DVDs, bottles that contained sticky forgotten soda, and take-out containers that squirmed with maggots.

“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Ava retched.

“Don’t take the lord's name in vain.” Beatrice’s eyes were watering. Everything was so defined and she couldn’t take a deep breath if she tried. Her lungs contracted.

“I did not take the lord's name in vain.” Ava used one arm to cover her nose, tentatively taking a step through the threshold “I found it very useful, actually. Are you coming?”

She kept her firearm lowered to her side, though the home exhibited all the signs of being long abandoned, Beatrice felt the same cloying anxiety she got every single time she entered a new residence. Her partner couldn’t exactly invite her in. The rules were finicky, but one stayed consistent: She could not enter without being invited in by the owner.

Subsequently, if there was no owner, she could step through the doorway. She held her breath for more than one reason, but took one foot and exhaled when she heard the rubber sole of her shoe crunch against the broken glass from the window.

Ava shook her head when Beatrice lifted her chin to the living area. They had to follow a strict pathway. There was a clear direction carved out amongst the garbage, the old National Geographic magazines, and the dirt-caked clothing. She was too humble to open her mouth and protest. Beatrice was not prepared to dry heave.

The steps to the second level were sturdy and Beatrice stuck close to the small circle of light that Ava provided. They made it to the top of the steps before Ava turned, the blinding light flashing across Beatrice’s stare before moving back to the floor.

“We should call for backup,” Beatrice mumbled, watching as a cockroach skittered over her shoe. “This place needs to be searched and condemned.”

However, Ava wasn’t listening to her. Instead, she was frowning. Beatrice reared back as the beam of light crossed her gaze three more times, Ava staring at her with an intensity that Beatrice had to blink away, along with the silver flashes of the light. She reached out and grabbed Ava’s wrist gently.

“What are you doing?”

“Your eyes are weird.”

“Yes, most likely due to the asbestos in here,” Beatrice growled, redirecting the light with the soft push of Ava’s hand. “Now, can we please finish the sweep and get out of here?”

Ava seemed to let it go. They pulled apart from one another and made the careful journey that the pathway allowed. Beatrice tried not to think about what crunched under her feet. They made it to the bedroom at the end of the hall: something that Beatrice assumed was a bedroom.

She was still blinking blotches of red and blue from her vision, But when it did focus, she located the four-post bed. It floated in a sea of debris. She got a sudden whiff of congealed blood, deteriorated flesh.

The brittle corpse of an older man, or at least what Beatrice made out to be one. It was hard, under the squirming mass of insects that had made a home between his ribs, and hollowed-out cheeks. Flies flanked the windows, daylight flitting through their wings. The buzzing was deafening.

This time, Ava did vomit, bile, and coffee joining the other masses on the floor. When she keeled over, her flashlight hit something that caught Beatrice’s attention. She placed a comforting hand on the small of Ava’s back but worked the flashlight from her hand at the same time.

Drywall had begun to crumble from the far wall, exposing brick, and wood, the innards of the house. Flies circled a painted symbol on the wall, once a vibrant red color. It had faded into the deep brown that only blood could afford.

“What the fuck is that?” Ava asked. She spits the acrid taste from her mouth. “Seriously, that’s… God, I’m going to be sick.”

Beatrice’s mouth was dry. A cross, a very specific cross, had been etched onto the wall. Arrows tipped every end, and large, stretching lines belted them. She’d seen it before, she’d had it carved into her shoulder blade with the chemical quickness that even she couldn’t heal from.

Detective Alexander fought the urge to stick the gun to her temple, and Detective Silva heaved the other half of her breakfast.

Three showers later and Beatrice could still clock the odor of decay on her skin. It was masked by vanilla, the slightest bit of detergent, and sweat. But it was there, lurking under the surface. She didn’t bother drying her hair. Instead, she padded into the living area and curled up on one end of the sofa. The rain had begun to fall again, barely noticeable.

She loved the view of the city slightly more, knowing that it wasn’t choked with flies swarming in a colony. In all her years, all the death, all the torture, all the pain, she had never seen deterioration such as that.

Many of her kind lost the ability to feel. It came with the territory. Day in and day out, the world would spin on its axis and empathy would escape the soul in small, barely noticeable breaths, until there was nothing left at all.

Beatrice was convinced that Lilith was getting there, and with nothing to be done about stopping it, she watched. Her roommate was absent, and she was grateful for the fact. What’s another corpse? This was not simply a corpse; this was a message. If not to her, then to the city. Then to those who did not know of the dangers that lurked just below the surface.

Eighty-four-year-old Tom Thornton had rented out his spare room to up-and-coming actress Sabrina Patrick seven months ago. She went missing after filming Fright Night over the summer. Within that time, the home had become a nest, of sorts. She had no idea how many were living there, for how long.

Tom Thornton was most likely killed within hours of Sabrina, left to fester. Beatrice curled deeper into herself, ran her fingers over the seam of her sweatpants, and clenched her eyes shut. She could move, leave the city, leave Detective Silva in the wreckage. But then again, she found the girl endearing and she was never much of a runner.

“Bea?”

Beatrice must have drifted into something of a fitful dissociation. The silvery scent of blood made her mouth water, her jaw ache as her canines threatened to slip into her mouth. Camila was sitting on the coffee table, a steaming mug in her hands.

“You should eat something.”

It was a peace offering, Beatrice guessed. She took the mug gratefully, not realizing how hungry she was until that subtle burn in the back of her throat ignited into full flame. She took a sip, warmed in the microwave like popcorn.

Camila had guilt written all over her face. Beatrice had taught the girl, away from most civilization, how to function as a member of the undead. They’d curbed the initial, dominating feeling of want that crossed over to the other side, the sensitivity to the sun. How to take what you needed without taking too much.

She’d given the same instruction to Lilith, who had taken to it naturally. But Camila was different. It wasn’t about survival for her, it was about empathy, about doing things right and there was nothing right about what they’d become.

“I wanted to apologize.” She started after Beatrice had slowly gulped down half of the mug. “For the banker, I mean. I’ve risked our existence here, and so soon after we’ve settled. I understand if you want me to go.”

Beatrice placed a steadying hand on the girl’s knee “Camila, I could never ask such a thing. Besides, it’s been taken care of. You must be more vigilant, though. You know I’ve never restricted how you feed, when you feed.”

“I know,” She whispered, using the edge of her hand to wipe away an escaped tear. “I know, and I am grateful. I was… chased away, I couldn’t finish what I started.”

Beatrice straightened, putting both feet on the floor. The tears were flowing freely from Camila’s red-rimmed eyes now. She had clasped her hands between her knees nervously.

“Chased?”

“Yeah. Yes. By a group of vampires. There were five or six of them… no, definitely five. I guess they smelled the blood. Too many for me to fight off, and I didn’t want to initiate something like that. I didn’t know we traveled in that big of groups.”

“We don’t.”

Beatrice had reluctantly turned Lilith herself and had done the same for Camila. It wasn’t unheard of for sires to stick with their makers, but five? She couldn’t create that many in an immortal lifetime if she tried. It was draining, nearly unfathomable.

Though, she knew someone who had dreams of grandeur such as those.

She swallowed down the rest of the liquid in the cup, used her thumb to wipe the blotch of color from the corner of her lip. There were others in the city, she knew, others that had slain methodically.

Beatrice clenched her eyes shut and draped her head over the back of the couch. Despite the fear, the symbol painted on the wall, and a city sure to be overrun with sired vampires, she could only think one thing: She should rent Fright Night from Blockbuster.

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜ Rulie pls 💕💕💕

Julie struggled to free her hands from the ropes binding them as the latest villain who had kidnapped her started a monologue about their grand plan. She was honestly starting to wonder if there was a big sign over her head saying 'Kidnap Me Please!' or something, because this was the third time this month!

At this point, it was getting kind of boring, honestly. The bad guy never hurt her, just threatened to, usually in a way that sounded bad, but she knew they would never have the guts to do. They usually just tied her up, called the local hero, Blip and issued whatever demand they had this week. She just sat there as they pulled out death rays, sharks with laser beams on their heads, giant saws, and the occasional spider.

The big bad had just ended their call, looking smug, and turned to her. "Your hero isn't coming this time Miss Molina, I suggest you give up hope now."

Julie gave him an equally smug smile back and nodded behind him. There stood Blip, waving with a cheeky grin. "Hi there. Funny thing about being a teleporter? If you call me with a video I can see where you are, and teleporter there. Bad plan really. What do you think Julie?"

"Horrible plan really. You think they'd catch on by now," she agreed.

"But... but! My doomsday device! You'll never stop it in time!" the villain protested.

"Oh I already stopped that on the way here, and I have a lot of very eager FBI agents already thinking about ways to re-purpose the technology, so thanks for that," Blip stated, then looked at Julie. "You okay darlin'?"

"Wrists are sore, and I missed my lunch break thanks to this idiot, so I'm starved, but otherwise I'm alright."

"Gimme two shakes and I'll take you out for some pizza okay?" Blip then turned to the bad guy, smiling. "SO, do you wanna do this the hard way where I kick your butt or the easy way where you surrender peacefully?"

The bad guy (Julie seriously could not remember his name... Synister? Symbiote? Something with a Sy at the beginning) held up his fists and Blip sighed. "Why do they never pick the easy way?"

The fight, was of course, over quickly, with Blip poofing away at every swing and jab, getting his own in while the villain was disoriented, and soon was handcuffed and unconscious. Julie rubbed her wrists as the police led the man away and she nudged Blip with her shoulder. "You owe me a pizza mister."

Blip nodding pulling her in tight, and Julie slammed her eyes shut, hating how teleporting made her feel. But soon enough she had a slice of pizza to bring back to work with her, and waved as Blip poofed away, and she went back into The Daily Tribune, hoping she could get on with the rest of her day peacefully.

That evening, Julie hummed as she chopped the veggies for fajitas, smiling as she felt the subtle displacement of air as Reggie poofed in home, groaning as he sank into the couch, tossing his mask and gloves onto the coffee table. "I swear you have some sort of sign over you telling bad guys to kidnap you. What was this like the third time this month?"

"Seems like. You want wine?"

"And lots of it. Dr. Demento got out again so I spent my whole afternoon dealing with that nonsense."

"Poor baby," Julie said, coming over to press a kiss to his temple. "I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me though, whether it be from bad guys or hunger." He glared at her for a moment and she giggled, kissing him once more, this time on his nose. "I wish the world was different, so that you didn't have to, but you know I appreciate it."

"What kind of hero would I be if I didn't help those in need, let alone when the one in need is my wife?" Reggie asked, pulling her down into his lap and kissing her thoroughly. They were breathing heavy when he pulled back, eyes half lidded. "You know I'll always protect you, right?"

Julie hummed, kissing him once more, and then eased herself up to keep cooking. "Go change, food'll be ready before you know it and I got that ice cream you like for dessert."

Reggie beamed, coming up behind Julie to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing that spot behind her ear that always made her shiver. "Mmmm, my hero."

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #julie and the phantoms

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landososcar · 3 days

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wonderland ; LN4

pairing(s) ; lando norris x bookworm!reader

summary ; in which lando’s girlfriend loves books and lando loves whatever she does

warnings ; nothing but pure fluff :)

note ; lol this is short but i found it in my drafts from ages ago & i completely forgot i had written it lmfao (++ the title is irrelevant, i couldn’t think of one and i love this song so i was like that’ll do)

twitter !

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lando.jpg she said she didn’t have enough pics to fulfil your photo dump dreams so here are some pics to make up for your lack of y/n lately

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flonorris1 you’re OBSESSED

landonorris what’s your point

user1 lando get OFF your knees

user2 he had all of these in his camera roll😭😭

user3 better yet he probs took them all

user4 what was she reading ??

landonorris in the second pic she was reading to me and it was little women (of course). in the 4th pic im not sure what book it is but ill ask her now

landonorris she said the book in the 4th pic is called ‘throttled’ by lauren asher

user5 omg who’s gonna tell him what y/n was reading

user6 SHE WAS READING THROTTLED YHATS SO ICONIC😭😭😭😭

oscarpiastri landonorris mate lily just told me what throttled is i think you should google it

user6 the difference between little women and throttled is so funny i love y/n’s taste in books😭

user7 i would die for her

olivernorris1 yourusername this man is so obsessed with you it’s actually hilarious

yourusername i 🫶 my obsessed boyfie

user8 y/n we (your children) miss you come back home

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yourusername hell was the journey but it brought me heaven 🩵

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user1 MOTHER IS BACK 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

user2 omg who’s kid is that

user3 it’s y/n’s little brother

user4 THATS SO ADORABLE😭😭

landonorris you’re so obsessed with me

yourusername LOL ok mr whole jpg post dedicated to me

landonorris i said you were obsessed with me, i never denied being obsessed with you

flonorris1 you’re so so beautiful i miss you so much😭

yourusername STOP IT I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU MORE THAN ANHTHING

flonorris1 landonorris fly me and cisca out to bahrain pls bestie

landonorris ok just bc i know how badly my sisters wanna see me race

ciscanorris1 HAHAHHAHA ok yes sure

user5 i love the way she is with his sisters omg😭

lilymhe i miss you gf😭😭🫶

yourusername im in the uk next week pls tell me you are too

lilymhe OMG message me right now

user6 HE😭SENT😭HER😭MOON😭PICS😭

user7 more importantly HE😭LOOKED😭AT😭THE😭MOON😭AND😭THOUGHT😭OF😭HER😭

user8 shut up i’m gonna be sick

user9 omg where’d you get your tattoo i want a taylor lyric and yours is so so nice

yourusername avastattooparlour is the only person i’ll ever let tattoo me 🥰 i would trust them with my life please go see ava, they’re incredible 😭😭

yourusername just added to their story !

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landonorris replied to your story!

→ babe what is this

→ WHO said you were allowed to look that fine

→ have you been hacked

→ are you reading binding 13 AGAIN

→ no

→ i’ve already reread it, im up to keeping 13

→ dear god

landonorris is live on twitch !

[transcript]

[LN: hey chat we’re gonna play some games tonight i’m just waiting for y/n to bring me snacks.]

[LN: yes yes y/n will be here soon guys chill out.]

[LN: “we want y/n” yes guys i know you like my girlfriend more than you like me but chill out.]

[YN: chat know i’m the best i don’t know what to tell you.

LN: thank you for the food baby but can you stop stealing chat’s attention.]

[YN: okay guys i'm gonna go before lan starts crying because we love each other more than we love him.

LN: stop flirting with my chat and go read your book.]

[LN: "what is she going to go read?" uhh i think she's rereading the binding 13 series for the thousandth time. it's like her favourite books of all time and she always rants to me about them.]

[LN: no chat you don't understand, it got to a point where i read the books because she was ranting about them so much and i just wanted to be able to understand what she was talking about.]

[LN: anyways, let's start playing some games before max yells at me for making him wait.

MF: mate you're obsessed with her.]

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chippedaxe · 3 years

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Would you consider doing mcyt hc’s of their s/o pegging them? You kinda touched on it in some of the heat hc’s but I wanna know under other circumstances how it’d go

☆。*。☆。

★。＼｜／。★

Title: 𝒫𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑀𝒸𝓎𝓉'𝓈

Warnings: NSFW (Minor's DNI), coarse language, Pegging, dominance, praise, degrading, a bit of blood, binding/ rope bunny content, begging, scratching, biting, hair pulling, breeding

Pronouns: They/Them (you can imagine that the reader either has a penis or is wearing a strap on)

Synopsis: The reader finally pegs the dsmp, this is how they react.

Word count: 1.2K

Note: I hope this is ok !! I also get that it gets a little bit more rough towards the end of this? I hope that I covered all warnings (if not then pls just let me know)

Edit: I JUST REALISED THAT I FORGOT TO ADD TAGS 😭😭

★。／｜＼。★

☆。*。☆。

c! Dream

- He hates the idea of it, how was he meant to enjoy something like that? The way that you convince him is by telling him that he's allowed to be on top, he can control it however he wants.

- He didn't want you to stretch him out and make an embarrassment of him so he did it himself, his fingers reaching inside of his twitching hole "you enjoying yourself, dream?"

- He gets pissed at your little sly comments but also gets aroused from what you say, your stupid words making their way into his head and straight down to his cock.

- He lowers himself down onto you slowly, groaning deeply as it entered him. Your dick stretched his ass even more, he couldn't help whining, it felt like he was being split open! "Fuck!" He cursed as he bounced lightly, getting himself off on you.

- You feel his walls clench around you and that's when he lets go and cums all over your stomach, he slumps down and doesn't bother to move off your cock for a while. Dream just sits there while trying to catch his breath, gasping and squealing when you buck your hips up into him.

c! Sapnap

- He's more of a switch with you, he's normally the one to be fucking himself into you but if you request to bend him over backwards then who's he to deny you?

- He goes so soft when you start to dominate him, your chests are pressed together and your bodies are very close, not wanting to be apart or to let go.

- You slip yourself inside of him and he lets out the biggest groan "Ughhhhh.." he throws his head back gently and starts to lightly rock his hips into it. "Good boy, fuck yourself on my cock.." your whispers sent bolts of pleasure to his neglected dick.

- His hips are bruised from the way you keep grabbing at them.

- Let's just say that after the first time you peg him, you guys are doing it a whole lot more..

c! George

- Sex with him is usually quite peaceful and gentle, soft skin on skin, kisses and hickies peppered everywhere on your collarbone and neck.

- You suggested pegging to him and the tips of his ears turned red "pegging? you.. want to fuck me?" he was nervous but you could tell from the tent in his pants that he was totally into the idea.

- His back is arched and his hands are gripping tightly to the sheets, you thrust into him roughly and he has to stop himself from screaming in pleasure.

- You move the sheet so he can place it in his mouth and use it as a gag to shut himself up while you're making a big mess of him.

- There's scratches and blood running down your back from George's recklessness, George has bloodied teeth marks on his shoulder from you being uncareful.

- You have to take him to the bath immediately since he's basically drenched in both of your cum, he's also covered in dried sweat, salty tears and a bit of blood. It's such a pretty sight to see.

c! Eret

- She's not sure of the idea but she knows she's going to be teasing you either way, "oh.. you want to take control over me now? Are you sure you're able to handle that?"

- Your hands are tugging on his hair, fingers getting tangled in his beautiful locks. "C'mon baby, let me fuck inside of you, please.." You basically have to beg them to let you peg him.

- You stretch her out with your fingers, you look in their face for any signs of discomfort but its all fine. You glance up and see him biting down on his lip trying to stay quiet, you smirk as you realize that maybe he enjoys this more than they're letting on.

- You slide in slowly, groaning softly as you slide in. Eret gives out the sweetest moan "ah!" you thrust your hips into them again to hear more of his lovely noises "fuck.. fuck me" Eret rolls her eyes back and squirms around on the bed for a bit.

- He has an amazing orgasm, nails digging into your shoulders as she comes down from their high. This would definitely not be the last time you guys did that.

c! Karl

- He has no problems with letting his baby do what they want, especially since he knows that he can just travel back and prevent it from ever happening if it ever went bad.

- He's nervous when you show him your length, he's seen it before but not up against his stomach like that. He gulped and gave the okay that he was ready for you to enter.

- You inserted yourself into his fleshy cave and moaned as his walls were perfectly shaped around your cock, "oh fuck! please!" Karl gasped and shivered in pleasure.

- He would sometimes rub up against your cock if he was feeling in the mood but didn't feel like making the effort to thrust inside of you, he knows that you'll take real good care of him.

- He lets out so much more cum when you fuck him instead of when he fucks you. His load shooting out onto your chest as he rides you.

c! Punz

- There was literally no way to get him to listen to your requests, "please? it'd make me so happy!" you pleaded "I know other ways to make you happy, darling" he'd dismiss your pleas "I'll do anything!" you cried "you'd do anything for me anyways"

- One day you got the bright idea to tell him that the egg told you that you needed to fuck him "it says I need to breed you <3" is what you say when he wakes up to you rubbing him through his pants.

- "We don't have to, you can always deny the egg.." you knew he would've let you peg him at some point later on with a bit of convincing but you felt as if this would help encourage him for later on when you might do this again.

- He is the tightest fucking man you've ever felt, you have to check multiple times throughout to make sure that you're not hurting him. He looks so euphoric on your cock though, he breaths heavily and is desperately not trying to give in to you.

- You tell him the truth when you guys finish up "I lied, the egg never told me to breed you <3" you confess "Obviously it wouldn't"

#mcyt x reader smut #mcyt headcanons #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #dream smp smut

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dorimena · 3 years

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may i have aizawa or todoroki where they're in a meeting and the reader is controlling the vibrator in their hole 👉👈 (also can I be 🍦 anon as well?)

Of course you may! Aizawa’s came to mind first, but I’ll be sure to also post Todoroki’s later this week, so your sin is multiplied. And yes, you can! 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙, 🍦 anon (๑˘︶˘๑)

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; aizawa shouta

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.0k,

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; sex toy (vibrating butt plug), public sex, slight exhibitionism, implied humiliation kink, implied degradation kink, implied bondage, implied edging, cursing, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; gender-neutral reader, Aizawa wanted to impress you, sidekick is a voyeur, Aizawa suffering to not show he’s actually a bottom is beautiful.

𝖁𝖎𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊.

“Don’t you dare think about it.”

He shakily grumbles to you, closing his eyes momentarily as he tries to compose himself again, crossing his arms to make himself seem unbothered. After all, it’s not every day he’s wearing a vibrating buttplug in public.

“Dare think about what, Eraserhead?” The CEO of some hero agency’s voice asked curiously.

Shit. Now everyone is looking at him. Why is he even wearing this thing?

Oh right.

Before the impromptu meeting about some tip of the whereabouts of another underground drug trafficking ring, he was in the middle of preparing a… surprise for you, when you came back home from wherever you went. But you somehow found out beforehand, because you showed him how the control was in your possession after you caught up with him in the hallway on your way to the same meeting.

So here he is, wearing a promised ‘super intense’ vibrations, black silicone with a matching ‘diamond’ butt plug under his luckily loose hero outfit.

Grunting to subtly clear his voice and keep it steady, he looks back at the addressing man.

“You want to simply use us to continue patrolling the same areas everyone else seemed to map out already. That-”

You interrupt his answer by turning up the intensity a bit, knowing it’s most definitely poking at his sensitive spot by now. You’ve seen his sly attempts of shifting and adjustment. You’re humming, looking over at him to see how his mouth has clamped shut but his lips are trembling. His body’s rigid, tense, and his back has straightened up considerably. You’re pretty sure you heard him moan lowly.

“Eraserhead?” The man asked again, raising an eyebrow at the sudden loss of words while the room falls silent- shit, they can’t know about the vibrator! Aizawa doesn’t even know how loud it is, he only cleaned it and skipped the trial part.

Swallowing harshly, he hopes his voice isn’t going to betray him and is loud enough to cover up the mysterious buzzing. You aren’t going to be nice with this apparently.

“Th-that we should begin the next s-step…” Never mind, guess his voice fucking hates him and his train of thought.

“I’ll, uh, take that into consideration, and I suppose it could lessen…” and whatever is said after that leaves Aizawa´s focus as you increase the vibrations again, making his thighs want to match the speed and his mind suddenly scream at him to ‘keep yourself composed.’

A vibrator is nothing new.

A butt plug is nothing new.

A vibrating butt plug is new, and doing it in public during an important fucking meeting is making him feel a lot that it’s overwhelming him.

You aren’t even going to let him think or compose himself as you move a little closer to his side, acting like you’re paying attention to what the others are saying, before pinching his inner thigh.

No one’s paying attention to you two anymore and are starting to get loud, and you wanted him to see that before you murmur.

“Thank you for the gift. I’ll make sure to use it to its full potential.” Now that has him suddenly praying for whichever higher celestial being is there to hear him to please, please, please not let anyone catch on to what’s going to happen.

So, you turn the vibration up a few more settings, holding back a laugh of amusement as he jerks violently in his chair and your hand finds itself trapped between his quivering, muscular thighs, that soon enough begin bouncing as he tries to find purchase on something, anything. His hands gripping the fabric covering his arms isn’t helping. Leaning forward to rest an elbow on the table and resting his forehead on his palm, he uses his other free hand to wrap around your wrist near him because the feeling of your skin touching him always keeps him grounded. Surely this doesn’t look suspicious.

To anyone who would be looking, it just looks like you’re trying to not let the unnecessary noise get to him, but really he’s desperately whispering “slow down, s-slow down!” as he tries swallowing any other embarrassing noise that should only be heard in the bedroom, and soon enough gripping your wrist harder, trying to make your trapped hand touch his aching bulge, twitching for attention.

A strangled whine escapes his dried throat, and that catches the attention of some random sidekick nearby. And when you turn the toy off, Aizawa huffs in disappointment before glaring over at the younger male. It’s enough to have the sidekick smile awkwardly before turning away, feigning ignorance to whatever he might’ve heard.

Now that the coast is quickly cleared, you lean in to swiftly ‘fix’ his weapon and with a hush tell him not to “let anyone know” before turning up the intensity again, this time making sure it’s at the highest the small machine can offer.

Remember when he said he was promised it to be ‘super intense’? He regrets it. He really, really regrets it.

He quickly tries grabbing whatever part of his binding cloth is closest with his mouth to help gag, at least muffle, his sharp cry of your name, gritting his teeth as he tries not to be louder than the debate happening. But with the tip of the butt plug pressing really hard onto his prostate, he can’t help jerking his hips forward and back while letting out airy whines of anything yet nothing.

You’re just watching his reactions, drinking in every slip of noise he makes. You know he’s going to slip up sooner or later, with the way his hips are slowly losing control and his legs are twitching too much to not pass off as suspicious.

Even his cute whines are becoming wanton moans of your name, the binding cloth being forgotten as he loses concentration. He can feel how wet his boxers are, how sticky they feel against his hardened member that twitches on tempo with his thighs. He needs you to touch him there. Please, please, please.

“Pl-please?” He exhales shakily, choking on a small groan as your right hand wiggles around to free itself from his weakening grip.

Before you could answer, you hear someone call his name. Quickly turning off the toy, your left hand lets go of the control in your pocket as you place it on his forehead.

“Eraserhead, are you alright?” The same man from earlier asked. You wonder why he’s so attentive.

“No, sir. He seems to be picking up a fever.” You finish with a worried expression morphing onto your face.

“Oh, then he should go home-”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but it’s best if he stays. He wouldn’t have come if you’re just gonna send him home.”

You’re so clever, knowing how to justify his loose composure and charm the head prohero behind this mission. He would’ve continued mentally praising it, but he was rudely interrupted since you decided to turn the toy back on to the highest setting.

“O-Oh shiiiiit.” He hisses, opening his legs as he just accepts and welcomes this sensation. This is definitely out of his usual character, but having this butt plug thing tease him for hours, even when off, it was enough to keep him horny and just be ready to satisfy the ache in his dick and the burning desire running throughout his body.

Hell, he’ll even call you whatever you want if it means you’ll let him cum sometime soon so he can pay attention to what’s going on.

Who cares if he’ll walk around with sticky cum on his thighs or leaking through to his pants. That’s the good thing about wearing black.

You eventually decreased the speed so that it’s at a somewhat safe setting, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon after covering his ass, but also to see how long this could drag. He did say it was your gift, so let’s take it to its fullest potential.

Hours passed since you’ve had this toy buzzing inside of him, and even if he’s supposed to feel grateful, he feels more frustration than gratitude. Sure, you’re being considerate, that way he was able to properly take part and become a little more attentive with the meeting, but his painful erection and oversensitive prostate would love to oppose.

Luckily, the meeting looks like it's coming to an end, and even with his occasional hiccupped whines and hushed moans, you’ve grown bored of such constant reactions and you’re missing his outstanding earlier performance. Surely nothing bad is going to happen; he’s put off his ‘fever’ for so long.

It’s time to help him. Pity he’s talking right now.

“So, we’ll send these g-guys... fuck.” Aizawa whispered the last part, twitching with the sudden increase of the speed.

“What was that?”

Just as he was going to reply, you finished increasing up to the last setting once more, humming curiously while the same ‘worried’ expression from before appeared on your face.

His face is completely red, whether in shame, embarrassment, in flushed pleasure, who knows. His eyes are quivering as his brain tries to register the overwhelming intensity of the vibrations, and he thinks he can even feel it in his brain.

He quickly dismisses whatever he was going to say with a singular hand motion, sliding his notes towards you so that you can finish sharing his idea to the others before they turn their eyes on someone else.

Even if the attention isn’t on him anymore, he can’t help but like the idea that they already know what’s going on, with the way the same sidekick from before is also blushing and seems fidgety. He’s trying so hard not to rub himself against your pliant hand, which you never finished slipping away, but he’s so, so sure if he does feel you, he’ll just sob.

It’s too much.

“T-too mu-uch. T-turn i-it down- augh.” He’s trying his best to whisper, but really he’s so overwhelmed he dumbly moans it out into your ear.

You shake your head, ‘accidentally’ brushing your fingertips over his bulge. If only this toy had another setting, maybe that would help make him shameless.

His eyes and throat are burning, shame eating away at his stomach before being overcome slowly by the need to cum. Has he always been this dirty? This easy to let defile? No, god no, but with you he can’t help it. Why else would he have bought a ‘super intense’ black silicone with a matching ‘diamond’ butt plug? It’s obvious he wanted to show it off, be a good boy for you, to treat you right.

So, seeing how you don’t want to turn it down and kind of going against your words of not letting anyone know, this is what you truly want, right? Him not-so-quietly and not-so-nonchalantly lose control over everything going on, with the slight exception of his breathing, while you continue to expose him like this to an uninterested crowd. Maybe he would like a crowd to watch him and mock him? Maybe call him a slut while giggling about how disgusting he is? Being tied up and strapped with a bunch of more vibrators all over his body? Being covered in so much cum he’s too dirty to be touched by anyone?

His grip with himself is loosening and his hips are trying to chase after your fingers or try to grind down some more onto the butt plug. Combining his growing need with his shameless fantasy, he couldn’t warn you properly, or himself, before he abruptly cums hard in his pants, a sob of “please” muffled by your quick right hand and the one with the remote lowers the speed so it helps ride out his unexpected high and not hurt him.

The only thing is, that you forget just how long his orgasms can last with just butt play. It’s a toe curling, leg shaking, dick exploding orgasm. It’s enough to suddenly make you wonder if he’ll be able to walk on stable legs.

The meeting ends with everyone confirming all conclusions while you’re whispering sweet affirmations and praises into his ear, pressing your palm harder onto his mouth with every other sob of your name, shameless dumb moaning and the occasional hiccups of gratitude.

Now, how to bribe the poor horny sidekick who has been not-so-secretly watching this whole ordeal into staying quiet?

#🍦 anon #✿; impurity #bnha smut #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #mha smut #𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖜𝖆 #ლ; blasphemy

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twiceinadream · 3 years

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“Beg for it.”

Requested: Yup

Request: Dom Omega Sana x Subby Alpha S/O

a/u: Hey, guys! It feels good to be back and finally with my long awaited Sana prompt, I’m sorry if this feels rushed I wrote it over a course of a week between classes, but I hope y’all still like it. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

The feel of the silk bed sheets below you seemed to tease every inch of your heated skin as the ties that held your wrists in place kept you still. The burn at the base of your alpha-hood made you whimper as your mate’s fingers trailed it’s way up your length. The head of your cock began pooling precum against your stomach as the starting form of a knot began to grow.

Your breathing became ragged as the effects of your rut started to take over. Causing you to jerk against the binds that held you still as a small laugh fell from Sana’s lips, “Aww, getting desperate Y/N-ah?” The Omega smiled as she gently squeezed your balls, causing you to let out a pained moan as your alpha-hood pulsed in her hand.

“Pl...please.” Your voice shook as the presence of your mate made your head spin, her sweet scent made you delirious as you thrusted into her hand. “Satang.”

The Omega clicked her tongue as she pulled away from your shaft, “Not yet, you haven’t earned it.” You whined once again, the burning in the pit of your stomach doing nothing to ease your nerves as your body begged for attention.

Attention your mate had no intentions of giving anytime soon, or so it looked. Your eyes tracked the Omega’s every move as she knelt beside her nightstand, you heard the sound of a drawer open as she rummaged through it before a small, “Ahh.” left her lips as she found what she was searching for. She rose back to her feet with an all too familiar pipe contraption in her hand, you whined looking at the toy.

“Baby please,” You pouted as you felt your knot begin to swell at the base of your shaft, “it hurts.” Sana just smiled sadistically as she returned back to your side, she leaned down to place a kiss to the tip of your cock before taking it into her hand so it was away from your stomach. She gave you one last look before sliding your shaft into the fleshlight, the cool tightness of the toy made you moan as you rocked your hips to seat yourself deeper inside but Sana held a hand on your pelvis preventing you from moving.

“Not yet, Y/N-Chan.” She husked, moving the toy up and down as you felt yourself about to orgasm embarrassingly fast. But your mate could sense it too as she slowed her movements till only your tip remained inside, “You’re not allowed to cum till I tell you to.” You growled at her words as your dominant alpha scent permeated the room, Sana only laughed in response, “Is that supposed to scare me baby? Your strong Alpha scent making an Omega like me beg for you.” The Japanese girl clicked her tongue as she continued moving the toy along your cock, your stomach tightening as you felt small spurts of precum shooting from your tip.

But even with the effects of your rut taking hold you still remained steadfast, “I’m gonna cum.” Sana raised an eyebrow as she moved the fleshlight so that it was only the head of your cock was inside.

“Don’t be a brat. You know what happens if you do,” You felt yourself near the edge as you dug your heels into the sheets, the coil in your stomach releasing as your mate pulled away from your pulsing cock. White lines of cum landed on your stomach as you endured your ruined orgasm, a strangled moan leaving your throat as the Omega just watched in amusement, “I get to do that, over and over till your poor little alpha-hood can’t take it anymore.” You whimpered at her words as your cock remained rock hard, your knot taking on a slight blue hue, “Or you can be a good Alpha and take it.”

You nodded your head earnestly as you felt your nails dig into your palms, “I will, I will. Just please…” You looked at Sana with your best puppy-dog eyes as the Omega placed the toy on your nightstand, you frowned in confusion until your mate began to strip. Your jaw dropped as she sashayed her hips to the invisible beat of a drum taking her panties down to reveal her glistening folds as you felt your cock harden. A coy smile on her lips as she walked into the closet, leaving you by yourself for a few minutes before she re-emerged. A surprised look took over your features as you eyed the strap-on. The plastic dick bobbed as it stood proudly between her legs, a smirk on her lips as you eyed the toy’s movement with every step she took, you felt your shaft grow impossibly harder as Sana climbed back onto the bed.

The Omega licked her lips as she straddled your lap, her “cock” laying against yours as she reached for a bottle of lube laying on the bed, pouring a large amount into her hand and began stroking both hers and your length. You moaned lowly as the squelch of the lube filled the room along with your hips thrusting in time with her movements as your tip oozed with more precum. Your release building till Sana once again pulled away leaving you just on the cusp of an orgasm as you whined, but quickly shut up when you felt her fingers probing your back entrance. You swallowed thickly as she looked up at you, “This okay?”

You nodded vigorously as you tried presenting yourself for her more, “Yes. Please fuck me.”

Sana smiled as sunk a finger in slowly, “An Alpha falling apart in the hands of their Omega, what do you think your friends would say if they knew you were my bitch.” You whimpered at her words as she added another finger, the stretch making you hornier as she began thrusting in and out, “That you present yourself to me like everyone thinks I do for you.”

Your mate’s words hurt in the best way possible as she stretched out your hole making sure you were ready for the strap as she slowly removed her fingers and aligned the toy with your asshole. The broad tip pressed against your entrance as the Omega began pushing in, a loud gasp falling from your lips as she eventually bottomed out inside of you. A feeling of fullness spread throughout your body as Sana waited for you to adjust to the size before she pulled out to the tip of the strap and thrust back inside. Your moans began filling the room as she picked up the pace, the toy moving in and out of you at a blinding pace as your cock dribbled more cum onto your stomach.

A high pitched whine left your throat as Sana bent your legs so that she could thrust deeper inside you, your balls tightening as you felt your eyes roll back into your head. Wanting to let the pleasure just take you as you felt your release building rapidly, the coil in your stomach growing tighter as the Omega thrusted inside you with vigor. Your orgasm building to its breaking point until she once again pulled out completely, your hole gaping around nothing as your eyes shot open. A frustrated groan leaving your mouth as you glared at your mate, “Why!?”

You were close to tears as your arousal was nearing the point of pain as she kept denying you the release your rut was begging for. But before you could speak Sana stood and unclasped the straps around her thighs, the toy dropping to the floor. You raised an eyebrow in confusion till you felt the Omega grab hold of your cock and impale herself on it. Her walls squeezed tightly around you as it felt as though the air from your lungs had been knocked out as your body shook with pleasure, your hips thrusting up on your own accord as you moaned out loud. The sound of her wetness greeted your ears as the sound of skin meeting skin was the only thing on your mind as her scent met yours in a cocktail of sex and frustration.

A low moan falling from your mate’s lips as she trailed a hand down to her clit, her eyes were closed as she rubbed herself in time with your thrusts. Your body strained as you chased after her trying to sink further into the Omega as you felt your knot hit her entrance, it was already fully formed making it harder to push inside but you continued to try, “Sana-yah, please!” Your voice was strained as you felt your body want to cum.

The Omega looked down at you as she smirked sadistically, “Beg for it, Y/N-ah.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you inhaled deeply, swallowing down your pride and Alpha stubbornness, “Please ma’am, can I come!?” You rocked your hips forward as you thrust your hips up harder, trying to sink your knot inside but once again it failed to go in. You gritted your teeth as you begged harder, “Ma’am please, I can’t….I can’t I need to…!”

Before you could finish Sana suddenly lifted off your cock and dropped down in time with your thrust up, effectively sinking your knot into her tight heat as your body was suddenly wracked with shocks of pleasure. A deep moan resonated from within your chest as you were on the brink of an orgasm. Your mate could tell you were close with the way she felt your shaft pulse inside of her as she finally relented, “Come for me Y/N, fill me up!”

You felt as though you wanted to cry as she finally let you have your first real orgasm, a relieved moan falling from your lips as you pushed forward one last time. Your balls visibly pulsing as you released deep inside of your mate, a loud groan filled the room as you felt light headed your vision growing dark as your cock began softening inside Sana.

When you finally came to, your mate moved to straddle your stomach. Untying your hands as she brought them back to your sides gently, a soft smile on her face as she placed a kiss to your forehead, “Hey, baby. How are you feeling?”

You yawned, as Sana cuddled into you, “I’m doing good, it was a lot though.”

The Omega frowned slightly as she massaged your arms, “Do want me to get a bath going?”

You shook your head as you nuzzled into her neck, “Later, I just wanna stay here for now.”

Sana smiled as she placed a kiss to your jaw, her voice growing soft, “Okay.”

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