#what a poor beggining

[lxnarphase]

GOOD MORNING, BABY ๋࣭ ⭑

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + f. toji + k. choso + t. fumihiko

☾₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, mommy kink, breeding kink, satoru and toji are just filthy, choso is so cute and needy, kento is the sweetest husband, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ g. satoru ; satoru tries to wake you up, but you just don't want to. and by try, he means he blew into your ear just for you to huff and smack him away, grumbling to let you sleep or you'd bite him. ohh, you are so cute, he just really can't help himself

“look at my pretty girl, such a mess…tsk, wish she'd wake up, now i gotta fuck her soft, pretty thighs instead of that pretty lil' pussy." “aww, your pussy 's so noisy! listen t' her...she's all wet, she's cryin' f'me to fuck her, isn't she? aww, poor thing...” “ooh, are you cumming, baby? cumming in your sleep like a slutty little girl while I fuck your thighs, so precious…”

✧ g. suguru ; suguru's hands move up and down your soft curves while he grinds against your thighs, quiet, sticky noises sounding in the room. you're so adorable, he wants to shake you awake but teasing you with his thick cock nudging against your clit is so much more fun

“you’ve always been so responsive, i didn’t think my dick between your thighs would get you like this, princess.” “oh? was that my name? don’t tell me you’re having a wet dream about me. so dirty, baby, thinking of me like that while sleeping when I’m right here with you.” “don’t you wanna wake up and move my cock somewhere other than your thighs? c'mon, princess, wake up for me.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ k. choso ; not outright fucking you is painful, but he doesn’t want to wake you up. He’s so fucking hard, that dream affected him more than he thought, and before he knew it, he was fucking your thighs, not caring how loud he was being.

“baby, baby, fuck, hoohmygodd, please! need y'so bad, so fuckin' soft, so soft, fuck, could d' this to you all the time, never wanna stop, p-please, god, 'm gonna cum all over you-!” “sticky fuckin' p-pussy's beggin' me t' fuck it, b-but wanna see you look at me. c'mon, c-c'monnn, please wake up, let me stick it in, o-or 'm gonna waste it a-and cum all over your cunt.” “oh, mmh, ’m cumming, ’m cumming, baby, i-i’ll clean y' up after, g'nna fuck you again 'n' again 'n' againnn, fuck, ’m cumming-!”

✧ t. fumihiko ; poor thing, fumihiko honestly tries to deal with it by himself, trying to just jerk off in the bathroom, but it doesn't work. he knew what he needed, he needed you, needed to touch and feel you around him. with shaky hands holding your thighs, he slides his aching cock between your thighs, moaning so cutely…and when you wake up and start cooing to him, he absolutely loses himself.

“i’m-i’m gonna mess you up so bad, been wantin’ to leave you a mess for so long, so fucking long, 'm g-gonna cum all over your pretty thighs. 's okay, right? right? mmh, okay, 'm gonna do it, 'm gonna cum on 'em.” “y-yeah, yeah, fuck, your thighs are so soft, feel so good around my cock, gonna cum all over them, m-ma'am.” “'s so much cum, i can’t stop cumming, m-mommy, ’m losing my mind, love your thighs, they're so soft, s' soft, thank you, thank you, thank you-!”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ f. toji ; it’s not uncommon for toji to wake up in the middle of the night, cock hard in his sweats. can you blame the guy when he's sleeping next to the sexiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on. he thanks whatever god there is for giving him a wife like you who lets him fuck your soft thighs until you wake up up so he can stuff you full of cum instead of wasting it on your stomach.

“’s time to wake up, mama, don’ ya wan' me t' fuck your needy cunt 'stead of these pretty thighs?” “aw, y'look soooo cute and dumb right now…my pretty thing. c'mon, spread those legs for me, mama, toji's gonna take care of ya.” “did y' dream 'bout me fucking your thighs? yeah? mm, you’re takin' my cock like you wanted me t' fuck you awake…hm? you want that next time? mm, i’ll keep it in mind, baby girl, now shut up and let me fuck you dumb.”

✧ n. kento ; he usually only does this when he’s very very frustrated from working, coming home to see his pretty baby in one of his button-ups sleeping, thighs out in the open. he can’t help himself, softly calling your name as he slides his hard cock slowly in and out between your thighs, giving you soft smile when you wake up.

“sorry to wake you, darling, I know it’s late, but I need you. you just...look so beautiful, i couldn't help himself.” “you were responding so cutely in your sleep…would you rather I be inside you? ask nicely, honey, and I’ll give you what you want. you know a good husband does whatever his wife asks.” “so, so pretty like this, i could fuck you for days. should i do that, my sweet girl? mm, maybe i should take tomorrow off and keep you in bed all take, make sure that my seed takes. what do you think, sweetheart, you want me to give you a baby?”

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#gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #choso smut #kamo choso smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #takaba fumihiko smut #takaba fumihiko x reader #takaba x reader #erm !! what the scallop !! #𖤐 ── lxnarworks.

[nolonger-roses]

Imagine the fellowship playing monopoly

Aragorn is the only one behaving like an adult and making everyone pay and this game is taking all of his lifetime and willpower

Sam and frodo have an alliance (they don't want to be the reason the other loses so they are a team)

Merry and Pippin are the devils. They want to win so they will make you suffer, they will buy anything they can even if that makes them poor and they will laugh at your face if you end up in their propety

Gandalf also wants to win so he buysthe expensives properties and waits until someone falls

Boromir didn't know how a fun afternoon playing games could turn into something like this. He beggins excelently and then he is in debt to pippin and merry

Gimli is taking it seriously. He balances what to buy and how to procede (and he wants to beat Legolas)

Legolas doesn't know what he is doing and he is winning somehow

#lotr #this is a cry for help #of course gimli is proud of legolas but #gimli #legolas #the fellowship of the ring #frodo #incorrect quotes #sam #samfro #gigolas #aragorn #hobbit

[ellastone-olsen]

Beggin’ on her knees to be popular - Elizabeth Olsen

★Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x f!reader

Summary: New person with Elizabeth Olsen at the Golden Globes. It seems like a lot of attention is attached to you two, let's see what happens at the end of the celebration.

★Warnings: very little NSFW, fluff, hurt/comfort

★Word count: 1k

★AN: In no way is it an insult to the winners, just as a fan of Lizzie, this is my alternative version. It hurt me to look at her upset face my poor baby. I also changed the design of my fics a little.

The crowd of people grew larger and swallowed you up, taking you somewhere away. Celebrities and their partners arrived every minute, filling the once spacious street. You grabbed Elizabeth's hand so that these strangers wouldn't separate you in their haste. The event was starting.

A few hours ago, you sat on a chair in a room filled with books and watched as makeup artists put the finishing touches on the image of your beloved. Your mouth watered at the sight of her white dress, which made her look too much like a bride. She was beaming with happiness, but when everyone left the room, leaving you alone, the smile disappeared from her face. You stand up from chair and walked up to her, gently taking her hand to kiss it.

“Are you worried?” You asked looking at her, but her head was lowered and gaze was fixed somewhere on the floor. A hum of agreement was all she “said.” You sighed and took her face in your hands as carefully as possible so as not to ruin her makeup. “Hey look at me, I'll be there, you're always a winner to me anyway. Do you hear?" Her big green eyes expressed gratitude and she leaned towards you for a soft kiss. You stood opposite each other for some time, touching your foreheads, until someone entered the room to announce the arrival of the car.

Your thoughts returned to the present time, as you watched from the sidelines as Elizabeth posed for the paparazzi. Not a trace of that uncertainty remains. Now all attention was focused on your beloved and your heart swelled with tenderness and pride, cries of her name were heard from different sides and you were sure that today she would take the reward.

From somewhere, aftersound of gossip about the two of you reached your ears. “They came together?” “So those rumors are true, have you seen the paparazzi pictures?” A sigh of irritation escapes you, of course Lizzie was not the kind of person to advertise her personal life. You never put pressure on her in this topic and did not think that she was hiding or ashamed of you. But how much you wanted to declare to the whole world that this woman is yours, and you are hers. Another thing that you expected from this day was to dot all the i’s about you.

Everyone sat down in places that had been pre-allocated for everyone. You took a seat next to Elizabeth and placed her hand on your burgundy velvet clad knee and covered it, woven your fingers together. It seems like someone at the next table was staring at you. The day dragged on slowly and you were already starting to get annoyed by this leading man spawned from nowhere, who is he anyway?

A couple of times you stood up to applaud Emma Stone, she was your favorite among all these celebrities (unless of course you count the woman in white nearby) and you were sincerely happy for her victory. Sitting in one place was torture and you fidgeted in your chair waiting for a break, Elizabeth also noticed this and leaned over and whispered in your ear to be patient a little. 20 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, lo and behold. The bell that signaled a break sounded like a blessing from above.

You were sewing somewhere in the labyrinth of corridors and Lizzie’s hand gently slid into yours. “There are two nominations left, very soon we will go home.” The woman clearly studied the plan of the event, unlike you. “When we arrive, we will celebrate your victory.” You stroked her hand with the pad of your thumb. Countless stars passed by, someone again looked with surprise, noticing your clasped hands, someone simply smiled. “Darling, I haven’t won anything yet, and maybe I won’t win at all.” The tone with which she said this sounded upset again. You stopped and gently pushed her back against the wall, your hands resting on her shoulders. Looked into her eyes and leaned in for a gentle kiss, ignoring the people nearby. Taylor Swift giggled a little as she walked by.

When your lips parted, your shaky breath hung in the heated air. Your hand found her again and pulled her somewhere into the far dark corner of the corridor, where there was not a soul to witness your teenage incontinence.

“Baby, not here, you’re going to eat all my lipstick.” Elizabeth laughed as your hands rested on her hips. “Mmmmm but you are so beautiful in this dress, and besides, I want these pessimistic thoughts to leave your sweet head and it seems...” The skirt of the dress was bunched up in the middle of her soft thighs. “I found a good way.” Your knee was pressed between her legs and she started grinding slowly the soft velvet fabric of your pants. “Mmmmmm Y/N.” She grabbed onto your shoulders for balance and you brought one hand down to her clothed center and stroked the sensitive bud. It was already so hot and wet between her legs, your head was spinning. "Lizzie...my love." Your mouth hovered over her collarbones, placing small kisses so that there would be no hickeys left.

The damn bell announced the continuation of the event and you tore yourself away from the woman with a roar, straightening the skirt of dress. “I hope you brought lipstick with you.” You giggled and earned a playful slap on your ass from her. "I love you too." You managed to shout before she disappeared into the toilet.

Lizzie’s nomination was approaching and you were nervous, picking at the pad of your thumb with your index nail to the point where it hurt to hold the champagne glass. “And the Golden Globe goes to...” You stopped breathing, squeezing Elizabeth’s hand tighter, all the next words came to you as if you were at the bottom of the ocean. "Elizabeth Olsen." The hall erupted in applause, Lizzie looking at you with a beaming smile. When you came to your senses, you nodded towards the stage. The cameras were trained on the two of you and before leaving, the woman leaned over and kissed you, not for the last time that day.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #lizzie olsen my wife #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fanfic #golden globes #wandanat x reader #wanda x you #SoundCloud #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you

[ohbabydollie]

having serious thoughts about mean schlatt and bimbo!reader 🫠

oh my god (idk what possessed me to write this)

when he sees your big doe eyes and glossy lips he knows he needs you

he just wants you underneath him, in every position he can think of, making you cry your pretty eye makeup off

he wants to slap and grab at your ass

see your pretty tits jiggle in his face

he wants to see your cute faces when he makes you cum all over him

he wants to see your hair and makeup that’s normally always done, absolutely ruined

spitting in your face, maybe slapping you a little

and trust me, he is not wasting a second once you both decide to get physical in your relationship

————

“can you not take anymore?” schlatt cooed as he thrusted harshly in and out of your tight heat, hitting that special spot inside you making you drool and moan weakly out

“look at this slutty little pussy” he said smiling, reaching down to tease your clit a little causing you to gush slightly around him “makin’ a real mess dolly”

you let out a weak sob from being so overstimulated by him

“oh the poor little baby” he said grabbing your face in one hand “can’t take the dick she was beggin’ so badly for” he says now slowing down as you let out a sigh of relief

“too bad”

before you know it your legs are being pushed over his shoulders and he starts up with a fast pace

“h-hold on!” you squeal out, digging your nails into his back only encouraging him to go faster

“You better hold on doll” he teases as he feels you tightening up around his length for the umpteenth time tonight. however this time felt different, you felt knot growing in your tummy making you squirm as schlatt laughed

“gonna cum for me doll, go on, cum” he said playing with your clit and you suddenly couldn’t hold back

“gon’ cum!” you cried out “gonna-gonna cum!’ you whined as schlatt only sped up

“cum dolly” he demands as you finally let go, shutting your eyes and letting out a scream. once you open your eyes you look at schlatt who is now looking at you in awe

“shit, you squirted everywhere doll”

#schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt x reader smut #schlatt x reader smut #jschlatt smut #schlatt smut

[grimesgirll]

"darlin', it's time to go to sleep."

you whine. "but i'm still up. i'm not tired yet," you insist as you wrap your legs around his waist, grinding softly. "don't you wanna go one more time?"

rick gives you a tired smile. "i'd love to sweetheart but i already made you cum three times tonight and you’re still beggin' like this. i think it's just gonna keep you up at this point."

you pout. “no! this is the last time! i promise!”

“well, if you promise,” rick accepts your swear with a kiss and slides his slate gray boxers down to line himself up with your already spent pussy. he pushes up your frilly baby blue fur trimmed nightie just above your hips. you’d found it in a department store and it had been driving him wild ever since.

he pulls you into him as the head of his dick glides through the first few inches of you. your cunt is soaked but only an inch or two more and he’s met with that tight, ring of muscle gripping his cock. your leader groans into your neck, pulling you flush against him until you’re squealing and both your hips are snug together.

“rick!”

“isn’t this what you wanted?”

“yes!” you gasp as he picks up the pace and moves in and out of you. “you feel so good.”

“you too, honey,” he grunts into your ear.

you lay back and watch the best you can in the dark as he thrusts in and out of your dripping pussy. his chocolate curls are accented bronze from the dim glow of the outside light from the window.

head against the satin pillow, your eyes are watering and you feel like you’re at your breaking point again. “feel so good, rick,” you manage as you tighten around him.

“shit, baby, happy i can help,” the sheriff huffs as he rearranges your guts.

“so, so good,” you’re babbling as the dam bursts. your legs are numb and you feel light headed enough to see spots but rick is there to bring you right back and fuck you through your orgasm.

“love when you do that, honey,” rick groans, running a hand through your long hair while the other finds your breast. you writhe under him as he plays around with your nipple and cupping your tit. “i know you wanna do it again before you fall asleep, right?”

you nod eagerly. “yes, sir.”

suddenly rick’s lips are on yours again and he’s tapping that spot. your legs start to shake again but you hold on as your leader’s mouth travels south to suck on your nipple.

you cry and hum praises at him through your fucked out haze but he just keeps his warm mouth and a hand on your chest. his free hand goes to your clit to rub tight circles just the way you like it. you gasp into his ear as he tightens his grip on you, dropping a tit to hold your hip and fuck further into you.

“rick, rick,” you stutter.

“feel so good, honey,” rick praises.

his hand finds your breast again and you’re holding onto him for dear life as you get your brains fucked out and every part of your body overstimulated.

it’s no surprise when you cum on his cock, leaving it drenched in the results of an orgasm some people would argue wasn’t real. his dick is slick with you, from the base to the tip as he continues his tirade against your poor pussy. you are surprised that he hasn’t come yet.

“rick…”

“yes, honey?”

“when are you going to sleep?” you ask, nearly dodging kisses on your breasts, your neck, and a tongue down your throat. if only you had the energy.

“when i’m done, honey.”

“can i help?”

rick presses a sweet kiss and a smirk to your shoulder. his sweet girl, always trying to take care of him even when she was so fucked out and on the verge of sleep.

“no, honey. you can go to sleep,” he assures you, pressing another kiss to your temple and slowing the roll of his hips.

“‘kay,” you exhale and settle into the pillow as rick pulls you against his chest, literally fucking you to sleep.

it wouldn’t take him long after you fell asleep to take care of himself and paint your insides white, calm and collected after treating himself to your snug cunt.

with you asleep, he stays in you for a little bit longer before pressing a few more kisses along your neck to ease the feeling of him pulling out of you. he pulls the blanket up the way you like and wraps his arms around you, prepared to have to fight you off in the morning when you inevitably woke up with your lady boner but he didn’t mind. who doesn’t want to start off their day getting their dick wet?

#the walking dead #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #ricky dicky doo da grimes #rick grimes imagine #twd imagine #twd smut #rick grimes smut #not beta read #grimesgirll #soft somno #p in v sex

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 - 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

word count: 2.6k

chapter summary: you decide to host a New Year's party and when Joel shows up soaked to the bone thanks to the rain, you lead him to the bathroom to dry him up.

warnings: piv, secret relationship, dirty talk, joel getting really creative with the shower head

a/n: let's just consider this little fic an alternative version of the question "what if the outbreak didn't happen plus tommy still doesn't know about you and joel" Normally he would learn before outbreak day no matter if the outbreak happens or not but I wanted to keep the sneaking around bit for this one soooo

I would also like to thank everyone who has been following the story! Every comment is precious to me and I appreciate it more than you realize. I'm so happy people are still enjoying it, I have big plans for this series and I will be finishing it spring time. I hope the new year brings you all peace and happiness, happy new year everyone!

**divider by the talented @saradika-graphics xx

Rain washes away everything. It washes away the dirt of the street, rejuvenates the drying trees, makes the grass greener. In Austin rain truly is a blessing. Every living thing hungers for it. To you, it symbolizes the new beginnings and the losses. You half listen to the chatter between Olivia and Tommy as you peek out the window, smooth drops cascading down the surface. For some, the rain wasn’t an ideal weather to have during New Year’s, but to you, it only made the atmosphere cozier. 

The crowded party buzzes around you, people laughing, dancing, and sharing stories. You can't help but notice familiar faces from the community seamlessly mingling with Tommy and Olivia's friends, since you were still relatively new you didn’t know many people other than neighbors and asked them to invite people. The room echoes with the joy of New Year's Eve.

It’s been a painful yet surprising year, to say the least. The loss of your grandfather, the unexpected move, the journey to find yourself. . . all of it had been a bit much, a bit daunting. However, as your mind drifts off to the new room in the old house you realize that some things are truly different. You have people who care about you now. You have the Miller’s, Olivia, your art. All in all, it had also been an amazing year. 

The thought makes guilt gnaw at your insides. Tommy still doesn’t know about you and Joel, you were supposed to tell him. . .Joel was supposed to tell him but alas neither of you found the courage to come clean. The past couple of months had been so blissful with him. Neither of you wanted to give that up. 

The faint smell of cinnamon reaches your nose and you find yourself smiling even though you’re only slightly worried. 

Joel’s late. 

“He’s fine,” you hear Tommy whine, turning around you see him rolling his eyes. “He’s a big boy, sweetheart. He’ll be okay in a little bit of rain.” 

Big boy, indeed. 

“Where is he anyway?” Olivia asks, stuffing her mouth full of crackers. 

“He went to drop off Sarah—and there’s plenty of food, you’re not off to war you know. You can eat one at a time.” 

Olivia slapped Tommy’s shoulder and took a seat next to him, “Bit weird she’s not gonna be here with us.” 

“Sarah’s been beggin’ Joel for months. Finally, he caved when she pulled the ‘you know how hard it’s been for me to make friends’ card. Poor man didn’t stand a chance.” 

“So,” you continue, sitting across from them. “They spent Christmas together, just the two of them. That was Joel’s deal. And she’s doing her own laundry for two months.” 

“Damn, I hope the party is worth it.” Olivia gives you a mischievous grin, her eyes lighting up as they meet your gaze. "You know," she starts, leaning in slightly, "I have this friend, Jake. . .” 

You cut her off, "I'm good, Liv. I'm not looking for anything right now."

"Oh, come on! He's sweet, handsome, and he's got a great sense of humor. You two would hit it off."

Your gaze quickly shifts between Tommy and Olivia. His expression tightens ever so slightly, and you catch the subtle change. Olivia, oblivious, or at least choosing to be, continues.

"Just imagine it. A romantic date, a nice dinner, maybe a movie... He’ll treat you right and if he doesn’t I’ll break his arms."

"Liv, really, I appreciate it, but I'm not ready for that kind of thing. Besides, I'm pretty content with how things are right now."

Olivia narrows her eyes. "It’s been a year, you’re ready for one date. Trust me." Then, much to your horror, she turns to Tommy and gestures to you. “Back me up Tommy, isn’t she ready?” 

Tommy clears his throat, looking uncomfortable as ever. He parts his lips and worry knots itself deep in your stomach. 

Luckily, you’re saved by a slightly drunk woman you don’t recognize and let out a break of relief. She situates herself next to Tommy, throwing a hand over his broad shoulder, she pulls him close and whispers something in his ear, fingers playfılly dancing over the fabric of his shirt. Olivia rolls her eyes but honestly, you’re happy and grateful for the distraction. 

You’re saved a second time when the door opens, the sudden sound of rain drawing your attention. You smile instinctively upon seeing Joel, which is a bit rude you figure, because he looks miserable. His leather jacket is dripping, hair sticking to his forehead. Just how hard was it pouring outside? Must’ve picked up when you, Olivia, and Tommy were chatting along. 

Joel, with dropped shoulders and head, spots Tommy first and then you. He makes his way, the defeated walk making him look like a teenager. Tommy bursts out laughing when he sees his older brother, the sound deepens the furrow between Joel’s brows. 

“You look like shit!” Tommy says and you notice Olivia desperately trying to hide her laughter behind her palm. 

“It’s rainin’ cats and dogs you jackass.” Your eyes move up gradually up his body. The rain had darkened the color of his shirt, the flimsy fabric sticking to the planes of his chest. Heat rises to your cheeks. “Is there anythin’ I can burrow sweet tea? Maybe somethin’ that August left behind?” 

“What?” you clear your throat, blinking, you meet his gaze. His knowing smile is enough to set fire between your legs. “Sorry didn’t quite catch that.” 

“Shirt,” he says, lips curling. “Unless you want me drippin’ all over your couch, somethin’ dry would be nice.” He raises a brow when you continue to stare at him, dazed. “Maybe your brother left behind somethin’?” 

Oh god, he’s spelling every word slow and careful meaning he definitely knows you’ve been ogling him. You get up quickly, ignoring the proximity between your bodies, you’d expected him to take a step back but he was as still as stone. You’re like an open book, hopefully, the pretty lady perched next to Tommy is enough to distract him. 

“Yeah, sure,” you answer, breathing a bit heavily. You don’t need to say anything else as you begin to part the crowd, leading him upstairs to the bathroom. You can feel him right behind you, the heat radiating off of him warming your back. 

Finally reaching the bathroom, you push him inside and quickly close the door, leaning against it, you let out a breath. 

However, you don’t get to breathe in when you feel a pair of lips against your own. You shudder as his soaked chest presses against yours, hands cupping your waist, Joel guides your hips towards him. He’s hard as a rock. He swallows the soft voices climbing up your throat and grinds roughly against you. 

“Fuck, honey,” he rasps, dragging his lips to your cheek. “You really know how to get a man goin’.” 

“I didn’t even do anything.” 

“You starin’ at me like you’re about to devour me ain’t nothin’.” he nips at your neck, your body burning at the sharpness. “I’ve missed you too.” 

“Don’t remember saying that,” you tease and thread your finger through the wet locks. “You’re cold.”

“You should warm me up then.” 

You slip your hands under his shirt, not missing the way he shudders against you. He brings his lips back up, only an inch away, but refuses to close the distance. You keep stroking him. Warm palms moving up and down against cold and damp skin. Joel’s forehead drops onto yours. 

“You do realize there’s a party going on outside right? A part that includes your brother, who we are keeping us a secret from.” 

“For someone worried about the crowd you’re doin’ a whole lot to tempt me, darlin’.” he kisses your jaw. “You look beautiful by the way.” 

You’re happy to hear that because he was the only reason why you decided to wear a low-cut shimmering silver dress. You had also opted to wear an almost sheer pair of black stockings underneath, giving your legs a lovely glow.  

“Why thank you, kind sir.” 

“I love it when you call me sir,” he groans and presses harder against you. Your eyes flutter closed but despite it, you can feel his gaze taking in the bathroom. “You fancied up the place quite a bit.” 

A hoarse laughter escapes your throat, “You should thank the crowd downstairs for the fancy towels and the smell of vanilla.” 

“You know. . . now that I’m thinkin’ about it it ain’t fair I’m the only one wet.” 

“Believe me, Joel, I am soaking wet.” 

“That’s not what I meant sunshine,” he gives you a lopsided smile before tugging you towards the tub. “Come’re.”

You wordlessly follow him into the porcelain, your curiosity piqued. His fingertips trace up your waist and find the hidden zipper, slowly, he tugs it down, the sound of it inaudible from the beating of your heart. The dress pools under your knees and your gaze is fixed on him as you step out of the soft fabric. While you’re taking in the sight of his hair curling on his forehead, he takes in the sight of the soft contours of your body. He presses a soft kiss against your stomach, a shudder crawls up your spine. 

“Turn around.” He orders, voice dropping to a whisper. 

“What about my stockings?” 

“I’ll take care of’em.” 

You brace your hand against the wall, sticking your ass out, you smile when you hear the hitch of his breath. His knuckles follow the curve of your spine and a second later you hear a loud rip. 

“Joel—“

“I’ll get you new ones.” You feel him reaching up and at the same time, he slides your panties to the side. He hums. “You are wet.”

“Told you so.”

You hear a soft click, you’re barely able to register the sound as he begins to dip between your folds and stroke. Somehow your brain whispers to you that he’s adjusting the pressure of the shower head. “What are you doing back there?” 

“Remember when you told me how much you enjoyed the different settings when I changed the pipes and the shower head?” You honestly didn’t. “Well, I haven’t, darlin’.” 

He turns on the water, away from you thankfully, but you still tense at how cold it is as it gathers at the bottoms of your feet. 

“I know baby, I know. It’ll get warmer soon.” 

And it does. Your body relaxes, the subtle warmth prompting the arch of your back. Joel gently pushes your legs apart, pushing the shower head between your legs directly onto your—

“Oh god—Joel, fuck—“

“Such a filthy mouth for such a good girl,” he says into your ear. “Bet you’ve done this before sweetheart.” 

You had, well. . . You tried. But it hadn’t felt as good at this. A single forceful stream of insistent water massages your clit. The arousal that pulses between your legs is washed away down your thighs. Without even realizing you start to hold your breath and embarrassingly enough you roll your hips. 

You need more. You need him. 

Your legs part wider, trembling as you try to tell him but instead of sentences needy whimpers echo from your throat. You feel his smile on the back of your neck, teeth scraping your warm skin every time your hips twitch. He starts moving the showerhead and your entire body goes numb. It’s so much but so little at the same time. 

“You’re being loud, sweetheart.” You shake your head, trying desperately to bite back the moans. “But maybe you like the idea of our friends hearing how needy you get for me.” 

You clench at the words, nails scraping against the smooth surface of the wall. 

“Please. . .” 

“Please what?” 

Damn him. 

“Fuck me,” you gasp out. “Fuck me please—I’m. . . I’m going insane.” As if to demonstrate your words, you grind down until the shower head spreads your folds, a groan reverberating in your throat as the water fills every inch. “Just fuck me, give me your cock.” 

“What if I say I want you to come like this?” 

You don’t even think as you answer, “I’ll cry.” 

He stills like the calm before the storm then bursts out laughing. Some logical part of your brain is urging you to shush him, remind him that people might hear but you can’t when he sounds so joyful. His deep voice full of life. 

“Fine, sweet tea, you win. Wouldn’t want you to cry durin’ New Year’s.” 

Joel turns off the water and you turn, facing him as he does. His eyes widen when you cup his cheeks, he’s so warm now, so soft from the steam. “Let’s head to my bedroom,” you mutter. “Auggie’s spare clothes are there anyway.” 

His hands softly land on your hips, thumbs moving over the waistband of your stockings. “You sure?” 

“I want to see you when you bury yourself into me.” 

That’s all he needs to hear before dragging you out of the bathroom. You both hurry, the sound of the party still lively downstairs. Luckily your bedroom is close to the bathroom so there isn’t much risk as you follow him out half naked, your sparkling dress in hand. 

As soon as you both enter the bedroom, his lips are on yours, pushing you towards the bed until the back of your knees hits the edge and you fall. He follows your dive, his weight pleasant on top of you. 

Feeling numb with want, you quickly tug his shirt off of him, and his hands fumble with his belt. Joel doesn’t even bother to take his pants off completely. He frees himself with one hand and pushes in without a word. You both moan, mouths inches apart from each other. Neither of you breaks away from the eye contact. It’s so intimate like this. Your cheeks burning at how naked you feel having him witness the parting of your lips, the flutter of your gaze. 

You feel so full, so complete. The slow drag of his cock making you see starts every time he presses forward, brushing against something devastating inside you with every move. Tears gather in your lashes and he kisses them away. Then he drags his lips down to your neck, sucking at nipping. Your breath catches in your throat, your back arching as you clench around him. He groans into your skin, thrusts becoming shallow and quick. 

“I’m not gonna last, honey,” he rasps. “Tell me where.” 

Just as he says that his hand slides between your bodies, finding your throbbing clit. He draws quick circles, your muscles constricting immediately. At the very last second Joel covers your mouth with his own, muffling your cry as you gush around him, insides twitching and pulsing. He swallows the sounds hungrily. “Where?” he growls against your lips. 

“On my pussy,” you gasp. “Want to feel you there.” 

He tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth before moving away, you spread your legs further, pushing yourself apart with two fingers. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. His hand wrapped tightly around his cock as he strokes himself. It doesn’t take him long to come undone. Your eyes roll when you feel it. The vicious spurt of his come, the way it drips. It feels like it lasts forever. He comes and comes and comes— painting you with his seed. 

When he’s done, he slips his softening cock back inside, pushing himself deeper into you. You both whimper in unison, and he nuzzles the crook of your neck.  You begin to play with the ends of his hair, nails scratching the back of his neck. 

“Happy New Year, Joel.” 

“Happy New Year, sweet tea.” 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfic #tommy miller x reader #stay in bed new years special #tlou fanfic #the last of us fanfic

[sleepyhollands]

Omg can u pls do a blurb ab Demon!Harry finds Angel!Y/N being bullied by some other demons and he stops them before they go too far?? 😇😇😇

harry was just on his way home after a terribly long afternoon of making sinister deals and collecting the souls of the damned when he heard the commotion across the street. normally, it being literal hell, he wouldn’t expect much differently from the world around him, but he happened to take a fleeting glance toward the whooping laughter and mocking voices, and saw something that made him do a double take.

now, there is no place in hell for the color white, save for the teeth of the few demons who care for dental hygiene and the whites of their eyes before they’re consumed with inky blackness. so imagine harry’s surprise when he thought he spotted an array of ivory feathers, scuffed as they may be, flutter behind a wall of burly demons whose backs were turned to him. but no, that couldn’t be right… right?

call it the pull of curiosity (months later, he would call it fate), but harry felt like he should go over there, if only to confirm his suspicions. so he did.

harry walked up behind the group, quietly so as not to be heard, with his arms crossed and his jaw set. he was still many meters away, but the closer he got, the better he could hear, and suffice to say he was becoming concerned. now, harry’s all for roughing someone up— it’s quite literally in his job description, right under ‘hijacking high school slumber party ouija sessions’— but something about the whimpers of pain and pleas for mercy weren’t sitting well with him.

“please, i-i’m sorry, i don’t know how i—,” the voice cut off with a sharp cry.

was that a girl’s voice? surely they didn’t kidnap a girl from the surface? harry may be a demon, but even he had some morals.

“aw, is it scared? you scared, sweetheart?”

“how did a pretty little thing like you get all the way down here, huh? ’s like you’re beggin‘ for us to grab you by the neck and—”

“quiet, dumbass. don’t want anyone to know about this. don’t wanna have to share it, do we? fuck, we’re so fucking lucky.”

harry saw the demons shuffle around a bit, seemingly manhandling whatever girl they were tormenting. when they turned and harry’s view was no longer obstructed, his eyes widened momentarily as his wildest suspicion was confirmed. but how in satan’s name did an angel get to hell?

one of the demons had his arm wrapped around the terrified girl’s middle, his broad chest to her back, her wings crumpled in what harry assumed could only be quite painful between them, free hand clamped over her mouth. another grabbed both her wrists in one of his, squeezing tight and causing her knees to buckle as she sobbed into the first creature’s palm. harry could’ve sworn he heard a muffled “please!” from beneath it.

“the things we’re gonna do to you, doll face…,” mused one of the demons who wasn’t grabbing the angel, instead groping his crotch, squeezing and moaning, “fuck, i’m hard just thinking about it.”

their poor celestial victim’s eyes went wide with unmistakable fear, and she squirmed harder in their grasp, kicking her legs and subsequently having them restrained by the fourth and final gang member. she wasn’t touching the ground anymore, and had no more leverage to move in their grip.

“c’mon, let’s get outta here before someone—”

“what’s all this about, gentlemen?”

harry hadn’t even realized he’d come up to the edge of the scene until the demons before him shot their heads up in surprise, their leader (crotch-groper) leveling out to just about an inch shorter than him.

“harry!” he said with a grin, flashing harry his yellowing teeth as if they’d been friends for years, “what brings a demon of your standing down to this here part of hell?”

“answer the question or i’ll deliver you to lucifer myself.” harry didn’t spare the angel a glance, not wanting to alarm her further, but from the corner of his eye he could see her begin to tremble in her restraint.

crotch-groper, who harry soon recognized as lyle, a rather young and distasteful demon, clenched his jaw before responding. “found her all curled up an‘ alone in the alley. we were gonna go have some fun with her at sanjay’s, if you know what i mean. you want in? i just got a batch of new devices i haven’t had the chance to try out yet, and a fuckin‘ angel’s guaranteed to be a vir—”

“enough,” harry held up a hand to silence lyle, who only shut his mouth (albeit begrudgingly and with a huff) due to harry’s higher ranking— he really didn’t want to get reported to the boss… he quite liked his legs and wasn’t fond of the idea of them bending the other way.

harry finally took a good look at the angel, keeping his face stoic. her eyelashes and flushed cheeks glistened with tears, her body was shaking like a leaf, and she looked on the verge of hyperventilating. he couldn’t explain it, but harry found himself itching to smooth out the crease between her brows with his thumb.

he wished he could signal to her that he was handling this.

eyes meeting lyle’s again, he said, “an angel’s presence in hell is a grade six security violation. in other words, above your pay grade. she is hereby relinquished from your custody and into mine to be dealt with accordingly.”

“the fuck she is!” shouted one of the lackeys holding the girl, “we found her first!” and with so much as a tilt of his head, harry made it so his ribs snapped inwards and punctured his lungs, effectively ending the creature’s existence and his grip on the angel’s legs, allowing her to stand as he crumpled to the ground.

four pairs of eyes widened at harry, and then one of them squeezed so tightly shut he worried they might never open again.

“any more complaints, then?”

the three remaining gang members shook their heads, releasing their hold on the celestial, causing her to scrape her palms and knees on her short trip to the asphalt with a pitiful “oof!” if harry had blinked, he’d have missed their instantaneous dissipation from the scene.

fucking finally.

crouching to the ground where the innocent being was curled up into herself, harry reached out a hand to gently touch her shoulder as he began, “hey.”

but he didn’t get very far, because the second his skin made contact with her own, the girl scrambled backwards into the nearest alley wall with a gasp. dirt was collecting under her fingernails, at least one of her wings was definitely broken, she had no idea how she ended up in satan’s domain, and she was just so scared.

harry noticed how she couldn’t even look him in the face, her hands covering her own for fear he would attack her. he felt a pressure in his chest at the thought.

“’s all right, love,” he reassured. “’s all right, ’m not going t‘ hurt you.” she didn’t move an inch, so he patiently continued. “i’m harry. what do they call you?”

and while she was terribly afraid to speak to him, she was more afraid of what he might do if she continued to ignore him.

“y-y/n.”

harry smiled at the pretty name. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

y/n kept her hands in front of her face as she responded. “nice… nice to meet you too, harry.”

he thought it was endearing, really, how her manners were so ingrained into her being that she could be polite to him even now. harry wanted to move a little closer, but he didn’t want to spook her. so he asked her if she could move her hands and open her eyes.

y/n shook her head so fervently, harry worried she might give herself whiplash. “he’s still there,” she sobbed, upper body shaking with her cries.

“’s just us here, love.”

“n-no… the man. the… the one you…,” she couldn’t bring herself to say it, but harry caught on. the one you killed.

oh, right. harry had forgotten him before he’d even hit the dirt. he waved his hand and the corpse disappeared from sight.

“he’s not, promise. no one to be seen for miles.”

tentatively, y/n lowered her hands, but they still hovered over her mouth, prepared to shoot back up at any moment. her eyes opened up to him again, and this time harry could admire their beauty without having to pretend to be indifferent.

“hi,” he smiled a gentle smile, settling his palms on his knees so she could see them still and empty. “can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

y/n flinched at the pet name, which didn’t go unnoticed by harry, and it took him a few moments to understand.

“aw, is it scared? you scared, sweetheart?”

“oh. sorry, um, about those blokes. they’re right big twats, they are. they won’t bother you again.”

y/n slowly began to relax, ever so slightly. but she still had a million unanswered questions, and her guard was still way up. why was this (rather handsome) demon being so kind to her? was it true he was going to be ‘dealt with’ by him? and why… what was that warm feeling she got in her tummy each time he called her ‘love’? she figured she should start with the most important question.

“what are you going to do with me?”

harry could literally feel the fear flowing through her veins, could practically hear her thoughts running a mile a minute. his face softened.

“well. first, we’re gonna have to take care of those wings, and any other injuries you may have. after that, we’ll try to find a way to get you home.”

y/n didn’t look convinced. “you’re… you’re not gonna… lock me away?”

“did you commit a crime in heaven? did you sin?”

“no…,” y/n tried to think back, tried to remember the moments before she wound up in hell, but it was like she was missing part of her memories. “i-i don’t think so.”

harry stood up, wiping his palms on his trousers and holding out a hand to help her up. “well, then there you are. it might be hard to believe, but there is a system for punishment in satan’s kingdom, too. if you haven’t done anything, we’ll get you right on home.” he didn’t say it aloud, but a small part of his heart twinged at the idea of letting her leave.

why was that?

y/n gratefully took his hand, but wasn’t able to help pull herself up. she was too weak, and her whole body ached. she figured she was only feeling it now from the passing of adrenaline as harry helped her relax. a whine tumbled from her lips as she struggled to stand.

“here,” harry spoke in a quiet voice. he stepped closer to her, and on instinct she shied away. he paused for a second, opening up his palms and facing them upwards as he approached to show he meant no harm. “y‘ can’t walk, love. let me help.”

hesitantly, the angel nodded, and harry swooped down to pick her up under the knees and shoulders. a small squeak escaped her lips as he pulled her off the ground, and he cooed, “i’ve got you. i’ll be careful.”

once she was securely in his arms, y/n asked the next biggest question on her mind.

“why are you helping me, harry?”

harry looked down at her big doe eyes, subconsciously pleading for him to protect her from the unknown horrors of this underworld she’s never hoped to find herself in. her small fists gripped his shirt like a vice, crinkling the well-pressed material, though harry found he didn’t mind.

“well,” he breathed, “this isn’t your home. and you’re hurt. and i know if i was confused and alone in a scary new place, i’d want some help, too.” then, to lighten the mood a bit, he added, “though, truthfully, it’d be hard to get me to admit it.”

y/n mirrored his small smile, uttering a breathy, “thank you.” her fingers still clung to his shirt just as tightly, but she relaxed enough to let her head fall to rest against his collarbones, and harry counted that as a small victory.

his wings, long and dark and somewhat ashy, extended fully behind him, and began wrapping themselves around the sweet girl in his arms, a barrier between her and the dark secrets of hell. then, generating no noise or wind as though nothing had occurred at all, the pair dissipated from sight.

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and also @cherryjuiceblues <3 :D

#this was supposed to be a short little blurb what have i done #harry styles #blurbs #request #harry styles blurb #harry styles request #harry styles blurb request #harry styles x reader #harry styles x reader blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader fluff #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader angst

[angelsnkisses]

i think charlie is for sureeee a switch. and like i definitely think he’s always needy when he’s a sub. but like when he’s a dom omg he’s so….. like for one i can see him being a gentle soft dom/pleasure dom yk??? which like if he’s in a dom mood i think that’s what he would be most of the time tbh but i also see him being like really fucking rough too!!! like pulling ur hair a bit, degrading u and making u take it for him!!!! ahhh idk charlie is on my mind so so so bad rn lol

a/n: anon, you are speaking 👏 my 👏 language 👏. he just can't help but switch things up, he wants you in every way possible :(. this contains pretty obscene content and dialogue so.. heads up.

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

harddom!charlie would be so mean :( and rough, too. he'd have you propped up on your knees in front of him, face shoved down into the pillows while he fucks into you from behind. one hand would be grabbing your hip so tight, the other pulling at your hair while he forces you to take him all. he'd be taunting you, too, ignoring how much you cry and squirm under him :(. saying things like, 'aw, it's too much? such a dumb slut, acting like you weren't just beggin' for it.' he'd shush your little sobs, slapping your ass and fucking into you even harder.

softdom!charlie would be so, so different. on those nights when you just needed to be close to each other, when it was all affection and romance, he would take such good care of you. he'd have you laid on your back, hands angling your hips up just right while he fucks you with heavy, slow thrusts. his eyes would be on your face, watching you fall apart under his touch, absolutely in love with the sight. he would lean down to put his lips near your ear, moaning and praising you adoringly. vulgar, possessive things like, 'fuck, you're so tight- such a perfect little cockslut, aren't you? all mine, you were just made for taking me, hm?' if you don't respond, he'll start speeding up just a little, cooing at you to answer him :(.

sub!charlie is a wholeee other story. he'd be so needy, so pliant under your touch. if you were being soft with him, he'd be so desperate, saying things like 'f-feels so good, fuck,' or 'just like that.. oh, thank you, tha- ahh.' he stumbles over his words so much, moaning and pleading for more. if you were being more rough, good lord, he's a mess. he'd be crying and begging against your shoulder while you ride him, overstimulated from filling you up over and over again. he'd whimper and whine and sob, one hand intertwined with yours while the other holds your waist meekly. his brain would shut off everything except the feeling of you ruining him, practically breaking the poor baby's mind :(.

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #culkin cult #charlie walker #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #scream 4 #scre4m #scream #ghostface #angelsnkisses #mdni

[stag-beetle-wastaken]

2 am posting again wooo

You were in your room, laying down on your bed with your phone in hand, the other feeling the stickers on your headphones, which were on your head, blasting music. The small LED lights on the top of your desk and bedframe adding to the cozy ambiance, your eyes tracing the sketches, posters, photos, and other trinkets taped to your walls. You were at peace.

A loud thud.

"Bonnie, we need ye tae answer a question!"

Of course, your peace didn't last long thanks to Johnny barging in without knocking first, dragging poor Gaz behind him.

"What's wrong this time?" You sigh, getting up from the bed and staring at him, looking mock-annoyed.

"We need to know who's prettier." The British man chimes in, finally having escaped from the Scot's grasp.

"Wha-" "A lassie called one o' us prettyboy at the gym today an' we need ta' ken who she was talkin' tae." The Scot jumps in before you could even finish your question.

"Then why're you asking me?" You ask. "Go ask Si or something."

"Yeah, that might've been a good solution. And he was right behind us when it happe-"

"Na, I dinnae wanna ask him." Soap interrupts Gaz. You open your mouth to say something, then see the look in his eyes and decide to keep it to yourself.

"Please bonnie, a'm beggin' ye. I'll do yer chores for a week, promise!" He puts his hands together like he's praying, looking at you with those goddamn puppy eyes of his.

Then, your phone dings with a notification. It's a text. From Simon. You struggle to keep your laughter in upon seeing the text, then lift your phone up to them so they can read the text as you cackle and wheeze from laughter.

"A doll called me a prettyboy @ the gym today n asked my number."

#call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod soap #hes so precious #john soap mactavish #ghost cod #cod gaz x reader #cod gaz #kyle gaz garrick #stag beetle writes

[elliesflwrgirl]

cw, heavy smut, no plot rlly, top!abby, bottom!reader, cockwarming, degradation, petnames (sweet girl, pretty girl, baby, etc.), mommy kink, edging.

summary: abby does her hw while cockwarming with u, but u don’t wanna listen, so she punishes u.

if u enjoy this like and reblog!!! i love u bad.

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abby’s strap had been buried in you for at least thirty minutes when you finally grind against her, a soft moan leaving your lips.

she tsks, “stay still sweet girl, almost done” she hums as she types away on her laptop, she had been doing homework for the past half hour. you whine softly and she glared at you, “if you wanna be impatient, i can make you wait longer.” she huffs, turning her attention back to the laptop.

you gently lift your hips up and down slowly, letting a strangled moan into her shoulder. she pushes her laptop to the side, gripping your hips. “oh you want to not listen? is that what you want? you want me to be mean, sweet girl? i can be mean.” she grips your hips, thrusting up into you hitting your g-spot perfectly.

a whimper leaves your mouth, “fuck—“ she nods her head, “yeah? my sweet girl likes that?” she repeats the thrust of her hips and you drop your head into her neck, whining.

“god you’re so pathetic, whining on mommy’s cock like a little fucking slut.” she murmurs into your ear. you try to grind your hips onto her but her hand comes down on your ass with a loud smack.

“you just can’t help yourself, huh? such a greedy girl.” she coos, thrusting up into you again. “god, abby please” you whimper into her neck.

“please what baby? you think you deserve to be fucked after not obeying me?” she brings her fingers in between you two, circling her fingers against your clit.

she thrusts up into you repeatedly, hitting that spot so perfectly inside of you. you whimper into her shoulder as she fucks into you, the pleasure too much for you.

“‘m gonna cum,” you whine softly and she nods, “beg for it.” she slows her thrusts to a stop and circles her fingers against your clit.

“please, i wanna cum,” you beg softly and she nods her head, “poor baby, you sound so pretty beggin’ for me like that.” she presses a soft kiss to your head.

she slowly thrusts up into you again, watching as the silicon disappears into your cunt, gently biting her lip as she does. “such a pretty pussy, and it’s all mine, huh?” she murmurs and you nod your head quickly.

she bounces your hips up and down, “it’s all yours,” you whine, “please let me cum, please.” she places a kiss on your head again.

“you think you can be good for me now?” she hums and you nod, “i’ll be so good for you abby, so good” you whimper as tears brim your eyes. it was all too much, the way she got you so close just to not satisfy.

“gonna be my good girl, hm?” she murmurs and you nod, “please.” you beg and she thrusts up into you, hitting that perfect spot in you.

“cum for me, pretty girl.”

.·:*¨¨* ・❥・ ≈☆≈ ・❥・*¨¨*:·.

this was literally too good not to post

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou series #tlou2 #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fic

[archangeldyke-all]

HEYHEYHEYHEY

ovulating w sevika

RAAAAAAAHHHHHH

men and minors dni

she can tell. she claims she can smell it. she sometimes even knows before you.

"fuck, baby." she grunts against you as you press sleepy morning kisses against her lips. "'re you ovulating?" she asks.

"how the fuck do you do that?" you whisper. she just chuckles as she shoves her hand down your pants to play with your sensitive, wet cunt.

she loves when you're ovulating. it's her favorite time of the month. she loves that you're constantly soaked, that the littlest things can get you going. she loves the way she can just sink her cock into you, no prep needed. loves the way your cunt smells when you get this needy, loves the way your brain turns to mush when she's teasing you.

you'll agree to almost anything when you're ovulating and needy. sevika takes full advantage of this. she loves fucking in public, and it's usually not your thing, but one week out of the month she can convince you to fuck her almost anywhere-- in dark alleys, in public bathrooms, on one very memorable occasion, at the table on date night, her fingers splitting you open under the table cloth as the waitress refilled your glasses.

you've both got a bit of a breeding kink, and it only gets worse when you're ovulating.

"gonna fuckin' knock you up." she grunts as she shoves her strap inside you. "you want that? want my kids?" she asks. "look at your poor pussy, just beggin' for it, baby. 's okay. i'll fill you nice 'n full with my cum, fuck it into you t' make sure it takes-- 's that what you want? want me to get you pregnant?"

after enough time together, your cycles sync and sevika and you begin to ovulate at the same time. it's fucking chaos, at that point.

neither of you get much sleep those days. it's just sevika fucking you, and then you fucking sevika, and then sevika fucking you again because she got jealous watching you on top of her. it's an endless cycle.

sevika usually likes fingers or your mouth, but when she's ovulating she begs for the strap. "please, baby, please. need you to fill me up n' fuck me full."

if you ever try to flip the script and tease her about you knocking her up, she'll flip you and ride you into the mattress with a hand over your mouth to keep you from talking. (it's 'cause she knows if she lets you keep talking she'll come embarrassingly fast.)

anyways, yeah. ovulating with sev's a blast.

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Imagine what Jordan Li is thinking meetin you on campus for the first time:

"Where'd you come from, Angel? Never seen you before. Fuck, I gotta know you."

"God, look so innocent; wanna change that so bad. Mama doesn't even know how gorgeous she is."

"Fuck you got on? Must wanna end up hangin off my dick huh?"

"Y/n.. pretty name to match a pretty girl.."

"Shit, almost caught me starin. Can barely keep my eyes off you. Gotta be more careful."

"Jesus Christ, that ass is fat as fuck. Bet its soft too."

"The fuck is that loser introducin himself to you? Should fuckin kill him for makin you laugh- such a pretty fuckin smile though."

"That's my girl; don't need no asshole walkin you to class. Such a good girl for me already and you dont even know it."

"Mhm, just as smart as you are pretty. Fuckin knew it.."

"Yes! Glad we got multiple classes together. Need to keep a eye on my new girl."

"Hate having to partner up.. Shitshitshit, you walkin my way!"

"Mama's not that shy. Glad we're partners; can't wait to spend some time alone with you."

"There goes that pretty fuckin smile again."

"Fuuuuck, can't believe my dicks this hard just from listening to you talk. Please, please don't notice, princess."

"So quiet now that it's just us in my room. Wonder what you're thinkin..?"

"Standin so close, wanna touch you so bad.."

"Smell so good- wait.. Why you lookin at me like that mama?"

"Holy shit, cant believe you kissin me! Mmmm.. Lips so fuckin soft; taste so good y/n."

"Knew it, ass is plush as fuck.."

"Man, you ain't playin huh? Mama's onna mission. Good girl, sit right on my dick. Perfect.. So perfect for me, feel so good against me."

"Don't wanna - fuck - gonna cum in my damn pants if ya pretty ass don't slow down."

"Not shy, definitely not shy. You're asking to get fucked sweetheart.."

"God damn needy as fuck already, poor baby can't stop beggin for it."

"Needa slow this down.. Don't want it to end before I get my prize."

"So fucking wet, shit.. Mama's drippin down my wrist. Squeezing so tight round my finger like this. Fuck!"

"Impatient little girl, pushing me to lay back so you can take what you want. I'll allow it- this time.."

"See? Told you to let me dig you out with my fingers first; lil pussy's way too fuckin tight."

"Fuck-it's-in! So fucking warm inside, so fuckin warm. Chokin my dick so gooood. Keep fuckin me sweetheart, please dont stop."

"Skin so soft; you're a fuckin goddess. Cant keep my hands off you."

"That's it, take what you want from me y/n cause I can promise you next time ima do the same."

"Oh you wanna play? Don't tease me mama, you don't wanna see what happens next.."

"Fuck, perfect titties I ever seen. So plump, so goddamn soft. Gotta pinch these pretty ass nips."

"Takin this cock like a fuckin champ, honey. Got me leakin in yo shit.. Ohfuck Pleasedontcum, pleasedontcum, pleasedontcum!"

"Sound so pretty baby. Yeah, keep moanin for Daddy. Let em know know who's makin you feel this good."

"So lucky to have you like this honey, thank you. Thank you so fuckin much."

"Thats my fuckin girl, lickin your juices off my hand. Thas it suck Daddy's fingers, show me how you'd suck my dick y/n."

"Gotta nasty lil mouth, know that? Make me cream in this lil pussy way you talkin."

"Shit, pussy milkin me like you bouta cum. Yeeees baby, want that so much! Lemme feel it.."

"Fuck- cant even slide out honey! Cummin already? Mmmm.. Barely even rubbed that puffy lil clit before you came allover my fuckin cock."

"No y/n! Bring that ass-wait.. sit on the edge of the bed? Why, whatchu got up ya sleeve mama?"

"Ooohshit, your mouth feels amazin baby. Just like that y/n, ain't gone take long pretty girl. Got me on edge- fuuuuck, you suckin my dick like you gettin paid honey."

"Love how you lickin the tip. Oh fuck, keep doin that."

"Thas it, massagin my balls just how I like it. Feel that nut buildin mama?"

"You really down there playin with my needy lil kitty already? Pussy soakin wet from deepthroatin Daddy, huh?"

"Got me shakin for you princess. Yeeees, ain't nobody suck dick like my baby. Finna fill those cheeks up.."

"Fuckme, the way you lookin up at me right now- ohshit, can't take that gorgeous smile with a mouth full of my dick!"

"Yeeeees, y/n! I'm cummin! No, no, no, come back here; stay on this dick. You started it so you gone finish it mama. Mmmmmm.."

"Uh uhn, look at me. Good girl.. Ass better not ever be embarrassed for makin Daddy feel good."

"Swallowed without bein told: Good girl."

"Naw, you puttin them clothes back on fa no reason; ain't goin nowhere.. You mine now, Angel.

#jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan li x you #jordan li x y/n #black reader #all readers #daddy k!nk #smut #dirty talk #inner thoughts #inner monologue #suckin dick #black fanfiction #gen v

[kuro-after-dark]

Beggin’

Mammon x fem!reader

A/N: it’s such a shame that it’s kinktober and I barely have the inspiration to write anything for it :(

CW: smut (but it gets a lil fluffy at the end ig), penetrative sex, use of pet names, overstimulation, use of toys, established relationship, restraints, praise, dirty talking

Minors and ageless dni

“Please!”

You must’ve heard that damn word at least a hundred times since starting this session. It was beginning to get old at this point.

“Aww, my poor baby,” you feign sympathy for your boyfriend’s plight as you increase the speed of the vibrating toy nestled against his weeping cock. “Maybe you should have thought about this before you started touching what was mine while I was out.” You smile while taking the toy and tracing it up and down his dick.

You watch as his body arches, beautiful tanned skin glistening with a mix of sweat and the cum from his previous releases before taking away the toy to replace with your own hand as his struggle against the headboard they’d been bound to.

“‘M sorry.” Mammon’s face is tear-stained, strands of snowy hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, “please, it’s too much!”

“But isn’t this what you wanted?” You smile, lips wrapping around his tip as you gently suck, tongue flicking at his slick as his dick twitches in your hand. “You wanted to cum so badly, I’m just giving you what you deserve.”

A lewd moan bubbles in the demon’s chest as his hips stutter upward in to your warm mouth. He’s right at the edge of bliss if only you’d let him fall over it, but you only pull away. There’s a dissatisfied whine that escapes him as you crawl your way up his body, light kisses pressed up his abs, then chest, then finally his neck.

“Please! Can’t-”

“Yes you can, pretty boy.” The way his breath hitches as you sit, trapping his raw cock between your slick warmth and his sticky stomach as you start to grind against its veiny underside makes a sadistic smile settle on your lips. “Look at you, you’re being so good now.”

Mammon’s so sensitive, doing his best not to cry at the pleasure as his nth orgasm starts to build. He can’t think straight- not when you’re moving so sinfully against his spent body, not when the room reeks of sex, and most certainly not when he can hear the beautiful moans cascading from your lips every time his tip nudges your aching clit.

“C-cumming!” The warning choked out as his milky release spurts over his stomach and his eyes roll back.

You only lean down to press soft kisses to his jaw as you raise your hips and take his dick in your hand, pumping it back to life as you slide onto it.

“No more- I can’t take it,” he rasps through tears, surprised he hasn’t started shooting blanks yet, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll never touch myself again!”

“Shhh,” your voice is comforting to the demon who feels like every nerve in his body has been set alight as you reach up and untie his hands from the headboard. “Just one more, sweet boy. Make cum and we can be done. Can you do that for me, Baby?”

The demon only whines pathetically as you kiss him, hands moving to land at your hips as you slowly begging to ride him, testing his reactions to see if you truly had gone too far.

When Mammon only thrusts his hips up to meet yours, you know he’s still got more in the tank. He lives to please you, and you both greedily take from each other time and time again in this way.

It doesn’t take long for you to start to feel the makings of your climax, looking at his fucked out expression, tongue lolled out as he pants your name, always excites you.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Baby.” your words come out slightly slurred after he meets you with a slightly harsher thrust, “Always so good for me- fill me up so perfectly. Can you feel it? My pussy wants to milk you dry. You’ll give it to me right?”

Mammon can’t even form words right now, the searing pleasure and burning in his throat stealing them away and replacing them with pitchy groans as your hot, gummy walls do nothing but massage his aching cock. Every slap of your hips against his has his dick twitching and his balls tightening. He just barely has the presence of mind to draw sloppy, tight circles around your engorged clit.

You leaning back, shifting as your hands lean against his quivering thighs so you can watch as your cunt swallows him whole is what finally pushes him screaming your name into oblivion with you right behind him.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” You’re breathless as you sink down one final time, trapping him in your slick, fluttering walls as his seed gushes into you with every delicious throb of his cock.

And Mammon’s equally as breathless, chest heaving as his strong arms wrap around you and he nuzzles into you, allowing you to give him sweet kisses as a form of apology for the best torture you’ve put him through.

“Love you too…” is all he says as his eyes begin to slip closed, lids too heavy to stay open.

Cleaning up can come later. For now, you just enjoy the feeling of your bodies pressed tightly to one another.

・・・〆・・・

End

#shared content:: kuro’s writing #obey me #mammon smut #mammon x reader #obey me smut

[takami-takami]

/smut/

mean!hawks walking into the apartment you share and hears you using a toy and he just.. snaps? He throws open the door and yells, degrading you, asking if his cock wasn't enough or if you're just a slut, grabbing you by the hair and mocking you as you whimper for stimulation as he throws the toy. "Look at that, you're such a little slut beggin for orgasm that maybe i should just fucking overstimulate you into oblivion."

Baby, I'm All You Need.

includes— hawks x fem!reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— a bit of toxic!keigo. he's clingy. <3. a smidge of yandere. dirty talk. overstimulation. abandonment issues. rough sex. degradation. mirror sex. reader is way too into it.

Keigo wants to believe in you.

He wants to believe that his sweet, blushing mess of a girlfriend wouldn't lie to him. He fights back the seething, green rage that stirs in the depths of his chest, channeling it into each stomp of his steel-toed boots on his way to follow that damned buzzing sound. It grates his ears, cracks his composure with each passing second.

You still love him, right? You still need him, you wouldn't replace him. Would you? The tips of his gloved fingers trace the rails of the stairway, gliding with the turn of the corner as he stalks up the stairs. With each stride, the buzz pierces closer to his ears, picks at the recesses of his sanity.

Nah, you couldn't. Poor thing, you'd just about die without him. You're always reminding him of how perfect he feels, always fuckin' whining about how good he dicks you down, pawing at his cock, how oh, oh, Keigo– ah! Don't need anything but you, clamping down on him like a dumb bitch in heat.

Liar.

---

This is Keigo's favorite part of the morning. Seeing him off by the doorway, your delicate fingers fluff the cotton details of his hero costume's coat, fussing over each little imperfection. He watches you with rapt attention, with a lovesick crease around his eyes. Your fingers pull at his clothes with a delicate yet firm touch. It drives him mad.

"Let me sew some buttons on your coat one of these days," you insist. "What if you get cold, Kei'?" The pout of your lip is too irresistable, practically inviting him to give one peck on the lips; one that quickly devolves into countless. It's always like this between the two of you– your friends coo at the public displays of affection, lamenting about how lucky you two are to have found each other.

You'd be inclined to agree. He's sickly sweet as fermented toffee, totally attached at your hip and absolutely refusing to let go. It's endearing; the way he pouts and paces outside the bathroom door as you brush your teeth in the morning, how he whines and drags you back to the couch with him the second leaving even crosses your mind, how your phone blows up more often than not each day with texts full of declarations of his love. His most recently used emojis are just about every heart you can type.

Spoiled puppy. You indulge his every whine, unlock the doors of his kennel cage, let him pounce on you and pull you along by his leash. It's not your fault. How can you resist eyes like those?

He plants a chaste kiss to the crown of your head as you close your eyes in contentment. "Be good for me, yeah?" You feel the pads of his thumbs rub circles in your cheeks as he cradles your face in his palms.

"I will!" You chirp back.

Pleased, he walks out the door, before he  remembers one last thing. His coat flows with his little spin around to face you again. He beams a smile at you, heels clicking against the floor as he walks backwards with an innocent wave.

"And don't touch till I get back. 'Kay, sweetness?"

---

Your flinch is palpable, jumping out of your skin at the slam of your shared bedroom door against the wall. You lift the sheets to cover your shame, blinking wide-eyed at the unhinged sight that greets you at the doorway.

His wingspan flares, flapping once like he's attempting to make his already imposing presence even larger. More possessive. He stalks toward you with rapt focus, sending a single feather to slam the door shut behind him.

"K-Kei', what're you–"

"Up. Now." He orders, gripping you by the hook of your arm and pulling your trembling legs to stand. The now forgotten toy clinks as it hits the floor, rolling beneath the bed. That damned buzz finally ceases, switch flicked off with the swish of a feather.

He drags you up, walking you backwards until your rear collides with the cold expanse of the sliding mirror doors on your closet. A heavy mix of fear and arousal heats your body, makes you whine into the crash of his lips against yours.

"What did I say," he asks, muffled against your mouth as he refuses to pull away. "What did I fuckin' tell you? Is my cock not enough for you, or are you just that greedy?"

His hands are all over you, pulling you impossibly close, like something could rip you from his grasp at any second. You huff in realization.

"You... You're jealous," you breathe out. Your smile reflects your singing blood, the adrenaline coursing through your veins at his vicious actions. You greedily drink in the sight of his furrowed brow, the twinges of rage and sexual frustration that tense the veins of his temple.

He leans back with a giddy, knowing smirk plastered across his face. He eyes your squirms, dragging a single finger through the slick that pools between your thighs. He pants, "what, are you fuckin' enjoying this? You actually like this kind of shit?"

In his moment of surprise, his moment of weakness, you sink your teeth into the skin of his jugular. His masochistic, shocked moan urges you on, feeds your hope that your behavior will get to him. Instead, he throws his head back in breathless ecstacy, barking out a laugh.

His eyes are lidded when he locks his gaze downward on you.

"God, you're such a freak."

The air is suddenly knocked from your lungs with the way he spins you around with a speed only he can attain, shoving you forward and pressing your front flush against the mirror. He grins and rolls his eyes at your squirms of discomfort, pleased with the sight of your tits and pretty face pushed up against the reflective surface in front of you.

Your fingers claw and grapple to keep a steady grip on the glass, failing miserably to his delight. His sigh is full of smiles. The thrumming anger he feels is soothed bit by bit with each wave of pleasure he gets from seeing you struggle.

He kicks your legs apart, bends the arch in your back to his liking. He's so nice to you, shoving two slick fingers inside to prep for his cock. Even through the grit of his teeth, he scissors his fingers to stretch you out. You're so lucky, aren't you?

But that's all you're getting. All you deserve.

The last thing you hear is the clink of his belt being undone before inch by inch, he buries his thick cock inside, shushing your gasps and whimpers. Though, it's not like anyone could hear those precious little moans over the obscene, wet sounds between your legs anyway.

You're perfect for him.

"Bet you spend all your precious time while I'm gone tryin' to get your pathetic cunt off," Keigo says. "But you just can't, can you? Not without me. Not without my help."

He spares no time setting a steady pace, pulling out to the tip and plunging inside, over and over. He gnashes his teeth at the tight vice of your pussy gripping his cock, blinking the white spots in his eyes away. Each chant of his name from your lips steals his breath, steals the blood from his head and makes him lightheaded. You say his name like a goddamn title. Like a prayer to your God.

Yeah, he decides. This is exactly where you belong.

"No one else, nothing else can make you feel like I can. Ain't that right?"

You choke out a broken moan in response, fogging the glass with your desire.

Cute, but not what Keigo wants to hear. He fists the roots of your hair, a silent demand.

"Say it. Fuckin' say it," he growls. Anyone less aquianted with his mannerisms and quirks would fail to notice the desperate nature underneath his tone; how it's less of an order and more of a beg, an unspoken 'please' hanging in the air between you.

Your whine is pathetic, moaning your agreement into the palms of your hand. With your eyes squeezed shut, you miss the eye-roll he gives in response.

"Awww, babydoll, don't be shy now," He coos with faux sympathy, mocking the way your lips purse into a pout. His taunting, lilted hmmm devolves to near-sadistic chuckles.

Of course you'd play dumb now. You're probably holding on to whatever scrap of dignity that hasn't dripped from your pussy at this point.

"Quit whining, you know you fuckin' love it." He rips both your hands from your face, pinning them behind your back with just one of his fists. Your own wrists are used to pull you back onto his punishing thrusts.

"See that, baby?" A firm hand pulls your head back, forces you to make eye contact with the dishevelled, drooling mess in the mirror. "My pretty little whore."

"Mm-hmm! I-I'm yours, your whore," you choke. His smirk is crooked, high on endorphins and fueled by the power dynamic he so graciously established for the both of you.

"See, was that so hard?" His coarse, thick digits begin to rub circles on your clit as a reward, dipping down to collect your slick and back up to continue the tight circles. He winds you like a toy.

"My baby's so honest when they're getting fucked, huh?" Keigo plants a too-chaste kiss on your cheek, condescending and smitten with your submission. Still, he mocks, "that all it takes to make you admit the truth, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Yours, yours, yours," you pant in response. You drown on his cock, tight threads coming loose with every slap of his hips against yours. "Need you, only you. Gonna– Keigo, gonna, I'm–"

Close? Yeah, he knows.

His fingers keep the same pace on your clit, drawing higher and higher pitched moans. You crash over your high, squeaking and hiccuping his name through your tears.

Reality hits you when you realize he hasn't slowed at all, that he isn't giving you even a single second to cool down— no, he chases his own high and ignores the fit you pitch, completely disregards your cries of overstimulation.

"Since you like cumming that much, why don't you keep doin' it for my entertainment?" He jabs at your crumbling dignity.

This is your fault. He'll fuck that into you for as long as it takes.

"That's right. I'm all you'll ever fucking need."

#thank u for giving me an excuse to write this <3 #🖋 writing #🌶 spice #hawks x reader #💌 asks #keigo takami x reader #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x reader #smut mention #hawks smut #meanie!hawks

[rosemariilovesyou0922]

WHAT DID I JUST WATCH???

SPOILERS TWF4 !!!

It was the best thing I could ever experience rn, I'm pretty much ascending. The fact that there was ANIMATION?? ON IT??? Martin is extremely talented I swear to god.

Personally I think a Lot of My questions we're kind of answered. Deffinetly not the "Where the hell is Jack?", No I'm Even more confused about that... I THOUGHT LIKE- FELIX GOT RID OF HIM OR SOMETHING I DIDN'T THINK HE WOULD TELL THEM WHAT HE DID? I honestly thought he would hide it and kill anyone who knew (he didn't need to they're all pretty dead). I honestly felt slightly Bad for him, HE DUG A HOLE FOR HIMSELF 😭. I swear I was SHOCKED- mouth open eyes wide type of stuff, I COULD FEEL HOW AWFUL HE FELT, He reeks of guilt, desesperation and actual negativo emotions, where before I honestly think he only transmited me the smell of alcohol or something; I deffinetly feel Bad for him now.

Okay so aside from the whole Felix thing here's a few things I really enjoyed/noticed:

Beggining ANIMATION with Ed and Molly; knowing what happened that night it was honestly really sad and I felt like it was the Best way to start pt4

THIS HAHAHHA:

ROSIE VOICE REVEALL!!! Girl I swear, it's extremely obvious how hard I Stan Rosemary Peony Walten SO You know I started levitating ‼️‼️

"Bon" appears in the video early on so that's cool, aside from that uhhh Tv Guy is deffinetly going to be quite the goofy silly guy so stan

SUSAN AND CHARLES BEING SILLLLYYY!!!

Charles struck me as kind of a manager? Someone who does stay in the establishment and is involved but isn't actually like- an engenieer or chef.

Susan You wonderfull woman I swear the strong ass mecanic lesbian is all I needed in my life.

So the whole animatronics moving around and facial recognition actually clear up a bunch of stuff for me, for instance: How the hell would Bon be able to tell who Sophie was. Also I was screaming for them to run whenever an animatronic was lowkey near, scary stuff.

AWOOPPPP TIME SKIP!! Or something skip I have no clue, Charles and Susan talking about Rocket being there. Rosemary and Jack did not know Félix was an alcoholic aparently, that explains why Jack would ever let him drive his children anywhere from somewhere there would be alcohol at.

JACK?? JACK BANGING AND KNOCKING ON THE DOOR FOR FELIX TO OPEN ACTUALLY GOT ME SHOCKED TO MY GODDAMN CORE?? HIS VOICE IS CHILLING.

Félix and the whole cliff scene really broke me not going to lie, You dumbass of man, you're stupid and reckless but I feel awfull for you.

Felix told Rosemary and Jack what happened which actually throws my "Oh yeah Felix deffinetly sent killer animatronics to kill his Best friend and his family so the business wouldn't crash" theory down the drain. Also Rosemary asking for the doll, I cannot imagine how devastated She would have felt, She does not deserve that.

Alright that was terrifying!! Scary imagery actually got me bit scared at atimes, which is good, the show keeps me on My toes.

WHO THE HELL IS INSIDE OF BON?????? WHO IS THAT...

The fact that: We could actually SEE how he KILLED Susan but ED AND MOLLY HAD TO WATCH TOO 😨

Poor children, god.

The animation actually scared me really Bad, it was so unreal and disturbing in a sense that Made You feel like you'd get jumpscared at any moment, that's what makes this kind of horror amazing.

The whole conversation between "Bon" and Susan/Banny is something You have to watch for yourself.

She was ALIVE in the SUIT, GOD 😭

The fact her 'Wonderland' for has her neck snapped and everything, it looked so disturbing, it was really clear how she got killed.

THE MUSIC WAS CELESTIAL, I PRAISE WHOEVER PLANNED THE SONGS THAT PLAYED BECAUDE EVERY SINGLE ONE MADE IT TEN TIMES BETTER.

Ed and Molly at the end :[

#the walten files #molly walten #ed walten #jack walten #felixkranken #felix kranken #what the fuck just happened #the walten files 4 #TWF spoilers #twf #twf sha #twf bon #twf banny #twf rocket #twf boozoo #twf billy #martin walls #martin paredes #big rant #ranting

[i-smoke-chapstick]

can please request some Angry Gotham Oswald cobblepot, I don't really have a plot in mind yet but.... smexy angry penguin?....loved your last penguin one it was amazing ❤️❤️

‘I SEE RED,

-GOTHAM!OSWALD COBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Oswald let’s his trust issues get the better of him.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!oswald x female reader. oswald being a jealous angry bastard who holds infidelity as the highest sin imaginable. reader doesn’t actually cheat though! he’s just the most paranoid bird on the planet. Some angst??

♫ “you dug your own grave now lie in it / gun to your head / executioner style” I See Red by Everybody Loves an Outlaw

You’ve never been afraid of him, until now.

You’re certainly stuck in a predicament. You’re on the floor in the iceberg lounge, on your knees, infront of the king of gotham. Your lover. Victor Zsasz has a gun pointed to your temple, looking at his boss for the go ahead. All you can do is stare at oswald- as if this situation is ridiculous. You see him suck his teeth. Oh, he’s pissed.

Right next to you is a waiter. You don’t even know his name, but you know that he served you just the other day. A sweet boy, far younger then Oswald. He is begging and crying out for his life, and you swallow. Ozzie’s henchmen had already roughed him up a little, bloodied nose drying into his skin. You cringe a bit.

Oswald has always been a jealous man- that much you figured since the begginning. When he lay claims to something, it’s his. In this case, it just happened to be you. You’d remember other instances like this in your relationship. A bartender you frequented or a co-worker that suddenly had gone missing. You’d never asked him about it, because you already knew. He’d deny it anyways, offering false sympathies for your loss. What a man.

But he seems to be far beyond saving this time. No, this temper tantrum isn’t just targeted towards the poor soul who made the simple crime of talking to you. It’s also targeted towards you. And in a sense, you can see why. He’s blind with rage.

His eyes bore into yours, watery. He’s breaking down right before you, an absolute wreck. Anger and sadness balled into one. He gives you a dangerous smile as you study him.

“Oz-“

“Quiet!” He bites, “Save your lies! I know what you’ve been doing.” He seethes. He circles you and the poor waiter, nose sniffling. He speaks agonizingly slow. He seems to be pacing the room, caught in a loop of his own emotions.

“You think I wouldn’t find out?” He scoffs, humorlessly. He clasps his hands together, laughing. His face morphs from smiling to absolutely rage-filled in a milisecond. “You know, my dear, I thought you were smarter than this.” He’s practically sneering at you, but his eyes hold the same sadness, that betray his vulnerability.

The waiter finally speaks up, more pleas sounding out. Oswald looks to him, and rolls his eyes dramatically. With a loud growl ripping out his chest, he grabs the nearest bottle on the liquor shelf and smashes it over the boys head.

The boy lets out a loud, defeated yelp- and you first hand see it spur Oswald on. The shard of the bottle still in hand, he stabs the boy over and over and over again. Blood covers Oz’s face, your face, and the walls. You can hear the faint quiet chuckle of Victor in your ear.

Oz is still growling like a madman, heavily breathing and panting over the boys torn apart corpse. All you can do is look on in horror and confusion.

Oz closes his eyes, as to center himself. He drops the bottle shard and the sound of his desperate breathing is the only thing filling the room.

“Oswald.” You speak again, and seemingly, murdering the boy seemed to allievate some of the tension from his body. His eyes snap open and he finally looks at you- blue-green eyes teary. A silent question lingers in the air on his behalf, How could you betray me like this? Us like this? I love you?

You let him have a few seconds to calm down, and he seems to finally let you speak.

“I don’t know what your thinking, but it’s not true.” His eyes just bore into yours, lip curling. You’re even more aware of the gun pressed to your head as the cool metal shifts against you. “You know me Oz. You love me. I love you.”

He closes his eyes as you say those three words, and you continue,

“Have I ever betrayed you?” You plead, urging him to stop this. He looks deep into your eyes, lips pursed, and with your speech he inches closer and closer to you, looking at you kneeling infront of him.

“I love you.” You decide to repeat, you know whatever you say in this moment could cost you your life.

A deafening scilence rings out in the room…and in an instant, oswald brings his hand to immeadiatley push down the gun against your head. You breathe a sigh of relief as Victor holds his hands up, immeadiatley backing off.

Oswald falls to his knees, giving you a hug. It’s full of neediness, and you feel his desperate and shakey breathing against you. You immeadiatley wrap your arms around him back, adrenaline still flooding through the both of you. He cradles you, holding you close to him, eyes closing in bliss. He presses the ghost of a kiss to your shoulder.

You don’t know if you’ll get an apology, but you don’t seem to care. You let him cling onto you like his life depends on it.

Before you know it, he’s pulling you up to stand with him, ranting off mindless orders to Victor to clean the mess of the dead boy up.

All you can do is sit and stare at the corpse.

#oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot #gotham imagine #gotham #gotham x reader #x reader #dc comics #gotham oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot gotham #oswald cobblepot headcanons #the penguin x reader #the penguin #the penguin gotham #gotham penguin #angst #gotham villains x reader #gotham imagines #gotham preferences #gotham villains #batman x reader #batman #batman rouges gallery #batman rogues