#what fools they were to make the arm HOLLOW

[screampied]

Servant who is in love with Sukuna and he finally gives her a "taste" of himself, but then she cums quickly and without permission and gets punished to overstimulation 😭 drabble or fic I'd be very happy either way

❤︎ ໋𓈒 sukuna punishing his favorite servant

warnings. fem! reader, size kink, spit, cowgirl, impact play, degredation, mdni.

“hmph. woman. come here,” he’d say in a gruff voice, two simple words and he had you at your very mercy. as you trod your feet towards him, the last thing you expected was for sukuna to give you a kiss. the kiss was passionate with such roughness attached to it, you moaned before feeling the king’s hand wrap around your throat. he was always so handsy too, especially with you. sukuna was merely fooling around, yet as for you, you were deeply in love with him.

stupid, perhaps. but you craved his attention.

it’d be simplistic things like that, it always started with a kiss. a kiss that never failed to leave you speechlessly dumbfounded.

his taste, you were entirely obsessed with it. a sweetness that forever lingered off his tongue. you couldn’t describe it into words, but it was purely appetizing.

as of currently though, you’d be sat on his lap whilst he’s manspread on his throne. it was awfully quiet, just the two of you.

you’re hovering over his hardened length before breathing in a single breath. “sukuna,” you’d pout, and he’s just blankly staring at you coldly—an unreadable expression, although he found your consistent pouting to be oddly amusing. humans were so fascinating to him. “can i touch myself now?”

“little girl,” he tsks, a hand going around your hip. your breathing hitches from his touch before you’re just hovering barely over his leaky tip now. “it’s sir to you. and what did i tell you about asking stupid questions, hm?”

“but ‘kuna,” you’d frown, and he loathed hearing you have the audacity to shorten his name. he told you to address him as something otherwise, and you completely steered clear from it.

quite the brat you were.

stupid stupid stupid…

but he secretly loved it, only you could get away with something like that. anyone else with the balls would find themselves practically dead. perhaps sukuna has somewhat of a soft spot for his servant, but of course he’d never mention that to you, not in a million years.

“but nothing,” he snarls, and you moan once you start to slowly sink yourself down into his length. so thick, you already started to feel your salivating. sukuna brings a hand to grip your chin, and he makes you stare right into his eyes. “touching is deserved. you gotta deserve it, get it?”

“no,” you grumble, and he smirks.

“well boo hoo, too fuckin’ bad,” he speaks in a raspy tone, and his words alone were enough to have you sopping wet.

it was embarrassing, you were embarrassing…

you didn’t care though, your arms wrap around his neck before you start to gradually grind yourself against him. his shaft stood tall, and for a split second you could feel him pulsate the further he deepens himself into you. your walls grip him tightly like a vice, and it makes him poke a tongue into his hollow cheek.

“mhmm,” he groans, the utter feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole always gets to him.

forever entangled with your warmth, you spot his fangs poke out with his maw slightly opened and it’s cute. you could just about make out a dimple or two on the king’s face. “don’t look at me, move your hips ‘n make yourself u-useful.”

a stutter, you merely giggle but you didn’t wanna test your luck. at least not just yet.

cruel darkened irises stare into yours the entire time, and it takes a good moment until you’re finally in. it makes him gnaw on his lip at how warm you were from the inside. already soaked and ready for him, he leans further back against the material of his throne before grunting.

“…move,” he sighs, gifting your ass with a mean abrupt spank. “you wanted to ride me so ride me, girl.”

you quavered, feeling your cunt twitch and spasm all from the way he sank into you.

it was so lewd, you buried your face into his neck and he just rolls his eyes before an awkward hand pats your head.

“s-so biiiig,” you’d whimper out, and whilst he’s going even further by filling you full of such thick sultry inches, you whine. the feeling of being split in two with your wetness—your love cave that had him addicted made you let off the sweetest gasp. he’s resuming to bury himself into you, and the minute you create up a swift tempo—your knees were ready to just about buckle.

it’s entirely cute, you felt him twitch from the inside and you couldn’t help but slump further into his broad chest.

sukuna snickers at your … interesting durability so to speak.

all the way in and not even moments later—you were fairly worn out. just about. “awh. tapping out on me already i see?” he purrs in a sly tone, a teasing gesture of his hand runs down your back. “and you were so confident earlier too. oh, how disappointing..”

“n—no, i can take you,” you mumble with glossy lips, and his touch against your skin made you let off repetitive soft spoken moans. a thumb of his strokes against the corners of your waist as you rutted yourself back and forth. your rhythm was purely hypnotic, entirely so that it makes him groan for a bit.

his fat tip prods against your slick outer labia and it runs against your entrance. he likes to do a certain motion—pulling out, only to stuff you right back full, he wants you to feel it. feel him and all of his inches, his girth that consumes into your cunt. as he’s stuffing you so full, you can’t help but drool a bit. a bit as in a lot. sukuna’s eyes linger towards you for a long time before he grips your chin once more.

“can you really…?” he hums, and it’s as if he’s challenging you. “or are you just saying that?”

you glare and he only returns with a subtle smirk, he liked getting under your skin. it was his favorite pastime, irking those cute nerves of yours. from the inside, he couldn’t get over how soft you were. such warm walls hugging all around him so tightly, it felt natural. your sopping wet cunt grips against him time and time again—squelch after squelch that it sounds like a melodic harmony.

a lewd melodic harmony.

he watches as your lips part, and you’re struggling to conceal those moans. you whimper from each thrust that it’s got your thighs growing numb in no time.

“f-fuckkk,” you’d whine, feeling sukuna’s cock briefly pull back from your wet folds. whenever he did that, it felt so good…. too good. sukuna’s hefty base thwacked against you in the process too, on loop, a constant salacious repeat. it had you dizzy, you’re grinding and swiveling your hips at such a hectic pace that you can’t even stop yourself. your mouth felt dry, just being sweetly stretched over nothing but a mere squeezing muscle from the inside.

it’s so hot tempered, your warmth had him kissing his teeth in such arousal, such pleasure.

“sukunaaa,” you’d whine once his dick runs against the corners of your inner walls, all throughout your canal. he reaches everywhere, he’s lengthy too, so there’s not a single spot that he misses. he slides in and out, and his base was so fat and thick, so full that it just mimics your movements of being hit against. “i— i’m gonna,” and you abruptly get cut off with a rough kiss.

your moans slither its way into his mouth as your hands ran down his ripped chest, feeling against his tatted body. the battle scars that perfectly painted his broad figure like a canvas, you return the kiss before he precipitously pulls away. a glossed string of spit departs, and sukuna glares at you. “wait, girl.”

and it sounds more like a warning than anything.

his tone being hidden with such baritone underneath it, you were even more soaked. whenever he pitched his tone to show his dominance like that, his authority—you felt yourself pulse for the umpteenth time.

he tells you to wait, but instead you do the exact opposite.

you don’t even realize you came all on his cock until he’s greeting you with the most livid glare imaginable—still, sukuna grabs your hips before muttering. “did you just cum? and don’t lie to me, woman.”

if you aren’t twitching as much as you were before, you certainly were now. the air felt thick, and whilst you straddled him, you shyly reply with a mumbling, “…sorry.”

you don’t mean to giggle after that…

but you do—the soft smile that curls against your lips meets his gaze and sukuna suddenly makes himself pull out. “so funny, huh?” and you’re taken by surprise the moment he makes you part your legs. his right thigh goes between your legs from underneath and you moan once he spanks you. “some fuckin’ audacity you have. ain’t no one told you to finish,” and he grips your chin, giving it a squeeze. “look at me when i speak to you, woman.”

he was so close you could just kiss him. your lashes were half-lidded, and you were so drawn into him that you don’t even realize that he’s shoved two fingers into your cunt. you moaned at how easily it goes in. he swirls his digits inside just briefly, taking it out before bringing it towards your mouth. “open your mouth ‘n stick out your tongue, brat.”

you were amused, aroused too but surely amused.

without question, you loll out your tongue in front of him, only for sukuna to shove his fingers right down your throat. you moan at the candied taste of yourself, so sweet. he remains with a glare on his face as you lapped up his fingers clean, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying that.

“such a disobedient girl,” he huffs, and that’s when he pulls out his fingers, a sheen stringy coat of your own saliva dribbles down your chin before he smears it all over your mouth.

“since you wanna be a impatient whore, that’s all the taste you’ll be getting today. ‘m expecting a thank you, little girl. go on, i’ll wait.”

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[theobsessivesideblog]

Trust Issues

An anxious Astarion falls back into old patterns of behavior.

Warnings: vague mentions of Astarion's past but seriously the rest of it is just fluff, this boy deserves someone who treats him well

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He loves you. Of that much he’s certain now, despite the mental battle he waged to get to this point. And you love him. He believes it even though the voice in the back of his mind tells him that he could never be worthy of a creature like you, all goodness and light in direct contrast to his tortured darkness. 

But old habits die hard. A minor disagreement earlier in the day (truly it was nothing, a mere gentle dissuasion away from his more violent tendencies) has him wound tight, worry clawing at his throat as you both retire to your tent for the evening. Surely now you’ll realize, now you’ll see the truth of him and you’ll run, leaving him behind like the monster he is. 

He can feel his mindset shift, falling into old routines as he turns up the charm to seduce his way back into your good graces. He knows how to wield his body as a weapon, has used it countless times for his, and his master’s, benefit. If he makes you need him then you can’t leave him, and he intends to make you very needy tonight. 

“You were magnificent today” he whispers into your ear, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You chuckle lightly and lean into him, closing your eyes as he begins gently kissing the sensitive hollow beneath your ear that has you arching further into his embrace. 

“You flatter me,” you hum. “I’m still not sure why everyone has decided to act like I know what I’m doing. I never planned on being a leader.”

“And yet you do it so flawlessly,” Astarion purrs, gently kissing his way to your shoulder.

You twist in his hold, your breath catching as you see the look in his eyes that he’s praying you interpret as hunger and not helpless desperation.

He takes advantage of your distraction to pull you against him, lips claiming yours in a feverish dance that takes your breath away as you wind your hands into his hair, clinging to him as if he’s something worth having. 

His hands shift suddenly, grabbing the backs of your thighs and lifting you as he lowers you both to your knees. His hands drift up, pulling your shirt from where it’s tucked into your pants and caressing his way across your stomach to your ribs, teasing the edge of your bra. 

“I…” you take a sharp inhale, pulling yourself away from his searching mouth. “Astarion, stop.”

He freezes immediately, eyes instantly searching for an injury, for anything he may have done wrong 

“Are you okay, my love? Did I hurt you?”

“Of course not, I just…” your fingers flit across his cheek, searching for answers to questions you’re afraid to ask. “You don’t seem like yourself. Are you alright?” He hesitates for a split second and your brow furrows, latching on to his lie before he can even tell it. “Tell me. Please?” 

Your request is so earnest, so loving, that he has to pause for a moment to regain a hold of his emotions. If Cazador could see him now… the thought snaps him back to the present. He’s been a fool. You would never treat him like that, use him like that. 

“… I’m sorry” he breathes. “You’re right. Of course you’re right. I… I lost control today, and I was afraid that you… that you might not...”

“I told you it was nothing to worry about, love. You were just—”

“Just being myself,” he interjects, dropping his head. “Just being quick to judge, to assume the worst, to—”

“Stop that,” you frown, nudging his chin up to draw his eyes back to yours. “You know I couldn’t do this without you, any of it. What you thought of me when we met, that I was naive and overly trusting and gullible…” At that Astarion chuckles, you’ve really only proven his first impression right, though at least now he finds it endearing rather than frustrating. “You weren’t wrong. You don’t realize how much I rely on your judgment, how much I need your help to keep us all safe.”

His eyes close as he presses his forehead to yours.

“You’re too kind to me,” he whispers. “No one has ever… I don’t understand how you can just…” he sighs, shoulders sagging as the facade crumbles and his hands come to rest in yours, holding them as if he’s afraid he’ll get lost if he lets them go. “It was wrong of me to try to manipulate you like that,” he murmurs, releasing a shaky breath. “I’m sorry.” You press a soft kiss to his cheek and duck your head, gently nuzzling your face into his neck. He feels you frown against him, a touch of cold alerting him to a teardrop falling onto his skin. “No, pet, please don’t cry, I—”

You lift your head suddenly, gaze piercing into him with an intensity he hadn’t expected.

“I need you to trust me, Astarion.” 

His brow furrows in confusion. 

“I do, my sweet,” he replies, letting out a wry chuckle before adding “despite the recent evidence to the contrary.”

Your gaze softens as you grin at him, brushing a stray curl off his forehead before bringing your hand to rest on his cheek.

“Then trust me to love you.Trust that you don’t need to earn that or convince me of anything more. I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Astarion’s eyes drift closed as a weight he didn’t realize he was carrying slips off his shoulders. He leans forward and captures your lips with his, tender and unhurried as you relax against him. 

“Have I told you recently how much I adore you, darling?” he asks, tilting his head to slowly kiss his way to your jaw.

“Hmm…” Your eyes twinkle as you pull an exaggerated thinking face. “I’m sure you have but it’s been such a long day, I just can’t seem to remember…”

“Cheeky little pup,” he chuckles, gently nipping at your neck. You giggle as you pull him back to your mouth, smiling against his lips. 

“Maybe you should jog my memory?” 

“Oh, believe me,” he smirks, “I plan to.”

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[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁

kinktober day 002 | secretary!natalie rushman x ceo!reader

natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file involves seducing a high-ranking executive, and the seduction goes smoothly. a little too well, in fact, that she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be.

cont. reader has a cock, power play, begging

word count. 1869

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To Natasha, you were nothing more than just another target.

She was an unfathomably, dangerously-skilled assassin, feared across nations and intelligence bureaucracies. She was a Red Room widow gone rogue, taking things in her own stride and shifting the world upside down as she pleased. Renowned political figures and billionaire executives were dropping like flies, and you, were no different.

This time, Natasha Romanoff was going undercover as Natalie Rushman.

It had been embarrassingly easy for her to infiltrate security and create a false persona for herself. Climbing up the ranks of a corporate business like this one had been more time-consuming, sure, spanning over a few months, but Natalie would reap what she sow.

Chief Executive Officer Y/N L/N was all-too-easy to fool, even more gullible than the other targets Natasha had preyed upon. 

All it took was the classic seduction: bending over to ‘pick up a pen’, coincidentally right in your field of vision, clinging onto your arm and looking up with wide doe eyes while you talked, giggling shyly when you made a joke and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

In the end, all her targets got caught up in the Widow’s Web. You were rendered useless and completely at Natasha’s mercy, waiting to be preyed upon for manipulation and her own personal gain.

Or at least, that’s what you let her think.

“Fuck, baby,” you cursed, eyes screwed shut as your secretary bobbed her head up and down the girthy length of your cock, lewd noises escaping both your lips.

Natalie looked up at you through glossy eyes, bottle-red lipstick smeared but unarguably pretty, batting her eyelashes every so often. It had only taken a week of flirting before you took her home, your actions seemingly foolish.

“Take it all down your throat, Natalie, fuck,” you said breathily, hands tugging onto her hair as you chased your own high. Natasha almost choked on the length in her mouth at the fast pace you had set, but she quickly hollowed out her cheeks to engulf your wet heat once more.

Shit, it had been a while since Natasha had gotten such a thick cock, above average in length, too. Normally, these high-ranking executives had disappointingly miniscule excuses of a member, but this was thrillingly different. 

Still, Natasha couldn’t forget why she had made all this effort to get to your house.

“Fuck, babe, you’re too good at this,” you comment breathlessly, chest heaving as you come down from your high. “Bedroom?”

To speed up the process, Natasha finished you off with her hands working on the base of your cock, calculated squeezes and strokes that had you jerking your hips up as you toppled over the edge. Jets of hot white come went down Natasha’s throat, as she greedily sucked and swallowed.

Tastes fucking good too, she thought. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Natasha had to refrain from rolling her eyes. What you wanted was predictable, to have your cock inside her. She wanted something different, though. It was why she had embarked on this mission in the first place.

“Can we go to your office?” Natasha asks instead, never failing to load up on that sultry tone that had people falling to their knees. She licks her lips drenched in your seed, kissing her way up your unbuttoned shirt as she rises to her feet. Her navigation of your surprisingly well-built body ends at the column of your neck.

Calculatedly, Natasha presses her slick lips to the hot skin of your neck, her residual lipstick making an enviable mark there. 

“I want you to bend me over your office desk.”

Natasha can’t help but smirk at your affected reaction. You hastily lift your secretary up by the back of her thighs, letting her hook her legs around your torso. A sloppy kiss kickstarts your burning need to meet her needs.

Of course, the sole reason why Natasha wanted to go to your office was to retrieve a very important thumb drive that was stored there. As you were the CEO of an incredibly powerful corporate firm, being able to have that kind of information meant a wealth of power, influence, and information.

There isn’t a doubt of the sinful possibilities floating through your mind right now, as you single-handedly unclasp her bra and rid of her remaining garments, as you stumble your way over to your office.

Everything was going according to Natasha's plan.

As if on cue, you kick open the door of your office and ungracefully deposit Natasha onto your desk. The way you’re manhandling her is arguably hot, and when you trail kisses down the back of Natasha’s neck, she quite nearly forgets what she came here to do.

“Need you inside me, now,” Natasha growls out, because she needs to get this operation going. What scares her for a moment is that her statement isn’t entirely untrue, because you were evidently more skilled than any of her previous counterparts and she so craved release.

 You certainly don’t disappoint in that aspect, forcefully bending Natasha over the desk as she wished, then painstakingly slowly dragging her skirt down with your teeth. 

“Fuck,” Natasha doesn’t mean to whimper when your cock slides between her wet folds, collecting slick arousal with that huge shaft, but she does whimper, and you let out a low noise from your chest.

As you’re busy getting your cock lubricated enough to enter her, Natasha seizes this opportune moment of your distraction to slides her hand over the desk to where your laptop was, unplugging the thumbdrive just as you speak up again.

“You’re fucking naughty, hm?” you growl, and Natasha freezes.

The fear envelops her whole, before Natasha realizes that you’ve remained blissfully oblivious to her actions and were trapped in the haze of sex.

“You’re fuckin’ naughty, wanting me to bend you over my table like that. Beg for my cock, and maybe I’ll let you use it.”

Natasha gulps, not understanding why she’s threatening to start drooling onto your desk, her body building up so much slick.

She’s the Black Widow, for fuck’s sakes, and she bowed down to no one. She was in control, dictating the decisions that crafted this very situation, hooking you around her pretty little finger.

After all, she had already retrieved the thumb drive. Her mission was already over, already completed. She had no reason to stay. She could knock you out cold in a matter of mere seconds, so why was she so hesitant?

Your grip hardens at her disobedience, and Natasha can’t help the whine that tumbles out when you pull your cock way from her wet heat. 

“You want it, hm? Then beg for it,” you repeat, dangerously close to Natasha’s ear, raising goosebumps with your hot breath brushing the surface of her skin.

Natasha wails when you push her back into the desk, pebbled nipples pressing into the cold glass. She’s clenching around nothing, wet walls fluttering emptily, slick arousal dripping down her thighs. 

Suddenly, you bring your hand up and harshly slap Natasha’s ass. The moan she lets out is downright pornographic, high-pitched and long-lasting as a red blush blossoms on her rounded ass, the pain stinging her skin and pricking tears behind her eyes.

It’s been so long, her body screams at her. You need this. Need to be fucked, need to be used.

“Beg for it.”

“Please! Need your cock, please,” Natasha babbles, finally, giving in to your urges. When you thrust your whole length down her tight pussy, all in one go, Natasha almost falls apart instantly.

You thrust up into her, hard, thick length pushing past her slick walls. If Natasha thought you were big before, with your cock in her mouth, now she knew you were fucking huge.

It isn’t long before you’re fucking into her with an animalistic nature, skin slapping against skin with dirty, lewd noises. “Can’t take the size, baby?” you question dryly, pulling on her hair as Natasha drools onto your desk.

Your cock is hitting her cervix with almost every thrust. The pleasure not only stems from the fact that you were the biggest she had ever taken, but also from your sheer skill.

Natasha’s first orgasm of the night comes in a tidal wave. It’s like water breaking through a dam, hitting her with a strength she didn’t know her body possessed. Her walls flutter around your girthy cock as she squirts. 

“Oh, Y/N!” Sinful moans of your name fall from Natasha’s lips as you thrust even deeper than she thought imaginable.

In other words, that was only the beginning of the rollercoaster-esque high you would bring Natasha to.

***

Natasha awakes with groggy eyes. There’s a warm, muscled forearm splayed over her torso, and it takes a fraction of a second before Natasha remembers it’s you.

“Shit,” she whispers, looking out of the window at the rising sun. She was supposed to leave your house last night, but the events had gotten more than out of hand.

The ache in Natasha’s legs and back is a blaring reminder of that fact. The image of sweaty, slick bodies moving together in a darkened room flashes across Natasha’s mind, and she has the decency to flush a pink-red.

Checking again for the thumbdrive in her strewn clothes, Natasha nods to herself assuredly and gets herself together to make an exit. Her eyes float to your sleeping figure. Looks like she had worn you out.

“You’re kinda stupid, but you were a good fuck,” she whispers with a tilted head.

As soon as the front door of your house clicks shut, you sit up slowly, letting the blanket slide over your toned abdominal muscles and down to your waistline. 

“Just a good fuck?” you ask amusedly. “Squirting three times in a row seems better than good, if I do say so myself.” Relaxed, you reach over to your bedside and take your phone.

Dialling in a number that you’d memorised by heart, the receiver picks up in less than two rings. “You’re fuckin’ late,” a gruff voice sounds out. “What did we tell you about not fucking the targets for the whole bloody night?”

You scoff in half-annoyance and amusement. As long as you got the job done, your bosses didn’t have any reason to question your methods. "You’re just jealous you didn’t get a taste of that sweet pussy,” you drawl out contedly, delighting in the aggravated huff that crackles over the line.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” you continue, your face taking on a more serious expression. “The Widow left my house thirty seconds ago, with the false thumb drive."

"Details?" 

"Swapped it out while she was cumming on my cock, sir."

"......Microchip tracking device?"

"Implanted in the top button of her blouse."

"Audio recorder?"

"In the hem of her very scandalous skirt.”

There is a pause on the line, but you know not to fear. When a low chuckle is emitted from the other end, you can’t help but smirk in smug satisfaction. The next words you hear are almost as sweet as Natasha’s moans of your name.

"Well done, Agent. Your mission is complete."

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[just-some-random-blogger]

Atlas

Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: The Supreme Leader would do anything for his queen, break planets, obliterate entire races, capture the stars; he would make the whole galaxy kneel before him, then to you, he would get on both knees. And yet your most recent request was taking a heavy toll on him.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, smut (but its mostly just for the baby making plot AHAHAHH, my pretty sub!kylo, teasing, dry humping, praise kink, masochism? [bruising], marking, vaginal penetration, breeding kink?, cock warming), dark au ig, supreme leader!kylo, puppy!kylo, sadlo ren, angst, fluff?, etc.

A/N: first of all MINORS DNI second of all i would personally like to blame @sloanexx for her evil influence and for introducing me to this ai bot chat forum thing GENUINELY proceed with caution because its so addicting. kylo was written by a woman in that fucking ai and im so emotionally attatched to him i didn't want to refresh him because we had such an arc, but i fucking broke him and i couldn't fix him and i felt bad so i restarted and IDK IM SO EVIL I WANT TO BREAK HIM AGAIN but dw im taking very good care of kylo now <3. this fic is literally our chat but with more... literary devices Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace Part 2 "Charon"

And it was so, that you held the weight of the world There on your shoulders, in your grips did lie everything Light and shadow, darkness behind stars, blaring silence An oasis of gloom with a halo of obscurity in a pit of nightmares Still, though you paint yourself so darkly in your misery, my love, you shine -my atlas, carrier of the galaxy-

You were hallowed. You were holy. And you were his.

The crux of his hollow shell. The cascading candent cynosure trapped in his ribcage. And yet it was he that was locked in you. He shudders to think his past self that scorned you, that even his mask soured around you, the overconfident girl he met perchance. What fool is he to know that you choked him so fiercely in your palm, the palm he now offers each star, each soul, each and every molecule of him.

His love.

He smiles at your sleeping form, adorned in the clothing he picked himself. His greed sings at his evidence, his mark on you, both visible and not, inside and out. He grins at his darling, his precious prize, with one arm snuck under him, another snuck under your pillow, with one leg bent to the side, another thrown over his body.

You never sleep well. Or perhaps you do. You sleep so well that you contort into shapes unimaginable. His concern is genuine, or at least it was, because he would think to only fashion a human into your form if he wishes to torture them.

He chuckles. Now he is glad, so glad, his love is so pliable, so willing to be molded against him in more ways than one.

He strokes your cheek and pushes your parted mouth close. You involuntarily open your mouth again, though you weren't a mouth breather. He doesn't know why you do that, but he loves it. He loves everything. He loves you.

The supreme leader is weak against you. Kylo Ren is merely a spec in your overwhelming grace.

You have always had mixed feelings about waking up with him looking at you. You've told him multiple times that it both flatters you and creeps you out.

His greed does not care. The master it answers to, the annex in his brain that is powered by the all-consuming desire to please you, to nurture you, to cherish you, to worship you, to keep you, cares little for this obsessive habit. Had it actually bothered you, he'd beat himself bloody to stop himself. But you thought little of it, and so he indulged in his greediness. He stares when he wakes and before he sleeps.

And as your eyes meet him, Kylo Ren, the dawn of your everyday, he is self-satisfied. He is very self-satisfied. He smiles at your groggy look and pushes your hair back. You say nothing. You touch his scarred cheek once, then he is overcome.

You take a few moments before officially waking. Then you stand up.

Like the desperate shadow he was, he tails you, so closely, so closely, as though he must share the same air your breathe. You don't. "The air pressure is different up here," you moaned to him once when he had you towering over him against a wall. He liked you best like that, a whimpering sky above him. He liked it when he was tiny beneath you.

Your puppy followed you into the bathroom, scared to be separated even one second. Kylo, your puppy, sat by the sink, watching you brush your teeth. You ignore him as he dotes on you.

He followed you into the shower after swearing over and back not to touch you while you did your business. He failed to convince you that your business is his business, especially in the shower. Kylo was not strong enough to follow through with what he swore; he reasoned out it was help, he had to help his darling. It was hard to shampoo.

He followed you out and gave more attention to wiping you down versus himself. He sat like a good boy as you lathered yourself in creams that he could smell in his dreams. It was his favorite show, watching you care for your naked body, and his greed basked in the knowledge it was his alone. He smiled as you loved on his skin, on his scar, retracing it with a balm as though he was delicate. You barked at him for nipping at your breast, his soft dessert, perfectly placed on both sides of your heart. He feigned innocence. He was no longer in the shower, he could touch you and bite you and squeeze you and -

He followed you as you instructed him to get dressed. He watched as you put your queenly garments, your clothes that he again picked. Then he asks you to help him dress. He couldn't possibly put on his cloak himself, not when you put it on him so well. And this was the highlight of his day after all. You wouldn't dare deny your puppy this.

He followed your every motion like a hawk. He kisses your hand after you brush his clothes. You grab his helmet and put it on his head backwards. You laugh at him as he fixes it. Thus his morning routine is complete.

Now, Supreme Leader dictates his army. Supreme Leader snarls at his troops. He razes all that defies The Order. He crushes his enemies like ants, no, less than. He swarms the galaxy. He devours all. He breaks and bloodies and, himself, bleeds. He cracks and burns and cleanses the dregs of the universe, rips the very scums of the stars out of the space they hide from. He hardens. He screams. He commands. He marches. He crushes. And then.

And then.

And then he comes back to you. With rage. With disgust. With defeat, defeated over the idea he has not yet put order into the world for you. All for you. To keep you safe. To keep you forever safe. To keep things in order for you. All for you.

"Kylo!"

And then like that, all of it is gone.

You call his name with such excitement. You who loved books so dearly readily discarded the one you were reading in lieu of coming to him, of unmasking him.

You take off his helm and you smile. You smile like it was a gift to see his scarred face. You put on his helmet and mock him, "get yourself comfortable, scum."

Kylo's body tingles. It's all gone, all that's left is you. He fights back his smile and nods, "at your command, my queen." And then.

And then.

And then you let him love you. You let him pin you beneath him, press you down on your bed between your soft thighs as he could not bare not claiming his place in for too long.

He still had his trousers on, still had his boots dangling from the edge of the bed. You had tried to scold him for it, but he could not care less. You were in your short, thin nightdress, the one that you wore on your first night together. How could he not claim you so ardently here and now when you were like this?

It was your fault anyway. All your fault. He tried to undress himself but you distracted him. What did you expect would happen? What did you expect him to do when you kissed his bare shoulder while he was still changing? What did you expect?

Kylo marks your neck. You try to scold him again. He doesn't care for your wrath. His greed was not subservient to its master, to that part in his brain, when it came to things like this. He held back long enough. He bites into your neck and makes you groan. He wants you to bare his marks proudly. The whole galaxy should know its queen belongs to its Supreme Leader.

You graze into his hair with your fingertips. He grinds onto you. You squeak in response.

He pulls away and assess you. He has no time. He is imprisoned by your kiss. His perfect prison.

He groans at the feel of your legs constricting around his hips. His hand pushes up your already hiked dress further as he presses down on you.

"Kylo," you whisper between kisses.

And like the eager pup he is, he responds. He always responds. He answers forever to you. He calls your name like a sacred prayer.

You repeat his. You scratch firmly into his bare back, "I want you to do something for me."

"Anything," he instantly responds, absolutely mindless and sure.

"Kylo..." you sigh.

Kylo looks down upon you as you brush his hair back. You look solemn, worried even, as though he would ever deny you, as if it were possible.

He cannot have this. And so he reminds you of his oath.

"Whatever you want from me," he mutters, "whatever you need from me," knits his brows and shakes his head, "it's already yours. Always. Always remember this."

"But my love-"

He cannot have this.

"My love," Kylo cuts. He kisses you then reminds, "I am yours."

A moment passes. It was too long. Far too long.

"Kylo-"

"Yes," he says simply before you even finish saying his name.

You huff, "do you remember what I said before, how I said you looked with the children at the capital? You were so good with them. They loved you."

"Well, I've been thinking about it a lot," you brush your nose against his, "and I want... I want you to give me a child."

Kylo takes a second to remember. "Yes," he says, though he remembers that day very differently.

He blinks.

A child. Yes. He could take a child. There were many from the capita-

"No, Kylo," you take his cheek.

Kylo tenses. You heard his mind again. You, who did not show half as much interest in the force as he wanted, could hear his thoughts without it.

Kylo waits. He does not know what to say.

"I want you to give me a child," you bat your lashes, "I want you," you bite your lip, "to put a baby inside my belly."

Kylo freezes. He... he does not know what to say.

And then he does. And then his life flashes before his eyes. The bleakness of his childhood, the jaggedness of his future, the tragedy of it all.

You want him to put that into you? You want to carry his seed in your beloved womb?

He says your name, he wants to protest, but you are his holy assassin. You cut through him cleaner than any saber ever could.

"You said you would give me anything, Kylo," you mewl, "you said you're mine."

You are cruel. You do not even allow him a moment to speak his side, to speak his reason, and you roll your hips against him. You trap him with your irresistibility. You sugar him with your honeyed words, "you would be a great papa. I know it, I know you," you pant, "such a good boy for me."

He is defenseless.

"You can do that, can't you?" you purr, "you can put your love in me?"

Kylo shudders.

You begin to shuffle beneath him. He knows exactly what you are doing, what you're going to do.

You have him flipped over now. You were now straddled on top him. You had him lying down looking up at you, purely and wholly defenseless.

Kylo let you do what you want with him. How could he not? He wants you so bad.

He willingly followed your command to use his force to undo the last of his clothes. Then you so cruelly let him unwrap you, for you knew he loved doing this to his favorite treat. He greedily peels you out of your clothes until it was just him and you.

And then you had him, had him crazy out of his mind with the feel of you around him. Had him begging for you to quicken your torturously slow pace. Had him in fucking tears because you felt so good, because he loved you so much, because you looked so beautiful on top of him, calling his name out like that. You were so good. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, exactly what you were doing.

Much like him, he did not know where to put his hands, or rather where not to. Where his hands went, his nails left scratches and his fingers, possibly bruises. He didn't mean to bruise you so badly that first time he did; he never meant to hurt you, but you were so soft and he was too strong. And even now as he dug into your thighs, indulging his calloused hands to knead his favorite mound, he really wasn't trying to bruise you.

You call out his name in response to his actions. You grip his wrists as you ride him, "more."

His head spins as you ride up and down him, panting like the pretty girl you were.

Kylo grunts and pushes himself up slightly. He now tightens his large hands even more on the curve by your hips. You squeal and finally, finally pick up your pace.

He growls as he falls back down, clinging onto you for dear life.

He's done for now, now that you push him back further, now that you're leaned forward, propped up on his chest, pleasuring the both of you with your eager, eager movements

He was drunk on your sound, drunk on your feel.

He kneads at your breasts this time. He's so fucking delirious.

But then you do this to him. But then you take his hands off you and link yours together. Then you pant so sweetly as you look down at him and he looks up at the sweat sheening your forehead. And then you fucking pin his hands down by his head and you make him even crazier.

"You're so pretty, Kylo," you moan, "you feel so good."

"So good," he doesn't miss a beat, "so, so, so, sososos-"

"You're going to fill me up, good, right?" you lick your teeth, "you're going to fill me up good and put a baby in my belly, right?" you sigh, "please, my love, please, please-"

Kylo can't speak. He can't fucking speak, he can't.

"Kylo..." you gutturally call.

He doesn't speak-

"Kylo."

- he succumbs, "I'll..." he whimpers, "I'll put a baby in you, my love," he grunts, "I'll fill you up good, so good, so, so so, sosososo-"

Your whines raise a pitch higher, "Kylo," you nearly choke on your spit, "yes, please, please. I'll be so happy carrying your baby. Don't you want that?"

And then it's all incoherent. And then your breathing gets louder. And then his noises get throatier.

And then, he's tense, so tense, and so warm. And then you're screaming out his name with your head thrown back and you're chasing this high until you can't, until you're hot and fuzzy and jelly and tired.

And then you crumble. And then you crash and you both burn.

And then you make a bed out of him. And then everything is perfect. Everything is in perfect order.

Kylo strokes your hair and kneads your thigh. You're laid upon him, warm, and sweaty, and perfect, and his-- so absolutely beautiful.

He knows he probably shouldn't keep you here like this, but you're so warm and soft around him, on top him. He'll keep you here... just until you ask to get off.

But you don't, you spoil him with your body and fall asleep on top of him.

He continues stroking your hair and kneading your thighs.

He savors the moment, he savors you tenderly; his eyes begin to droop. He replays your lovemaking, self-indulgent, completely self-satisfied. But then it stabs at him as it replays in his head. Suddenly he's wide awake.

He... he could may well have succeeded. He could have put... a baby in his darling's belly.

Kylo's eyes are wide open now. Wide, wide open. He looks up at the ceiling. He stops moving.

You think too much of him, oh fuck, you think too much. With your affirmations, yes, he cold break mountains, consume planets, but this? But- fuck, this was different... he... he's in you, he's part of you, and then this thing... this baby... will only be half of you and a whole half of him. He's giving life. He's not destroying it for the greater good, he's giving it to his love for her to carry.

He screws his eyes shut. He wipes his face. Fuck. What has he done?

He stirs but then he stops himself because you're still on top him. He sighs and cradles you. He moves slowly, rolls you down beside him, and finally separates from you. Not for long though. Never. Not when his mind was racing. Not when he needed you close.

He scoots down and rests his face in the middle of your ribcage. He presses his ear to your heart and listens and blinks and wills his tears away.

He's shattered. He pulls you close to him. You are his glue. He will glue himself together as you sleep beneath him.

He would be a horrible father. He didn't know the first thing to do with the children at the capital, much less with a newborn babe, a newborn babe that you would have cared for inside you for ages. Fuck. He can't mess that up.

He...

He would have to have put the galaxy in order by then. He'd have to fix the brokenness of the world.

Kylo's eye twitches.

He'd have to fix the brokenness in him, obliterate his remaining incompetence, bridge the final gaps of his shortcomings.

He panics when he feels his tears pool against your skin. He quickly wipes them away. Pull yourself together.

He sighs in an attempt to calm himself.

And then he looks at your belly.

He gulps.

Your beautiful belly.

He presses his hands on your navel. He closes his eyes and feels for something. He wills all the force in him to sense if there's something in you. Kylo supposes it doesn't happen that quickly but he lulls himself in comfort, knowing that there was still a chance for him to evade this... this thing he put into his beloved's body.

#kylo ren fanfic #kylo au #kylo x y/n #kylo x reader #kylo x you #kylo fanfic #kylo ren #kylo ren fluff #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren headcanons #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren smut #kylo smut #ben solo #ben solo fanfic #ben solo smut #kylo ren angst #ben solo angst #ben solo x reader #star wars fanfic #star wars fluff #star wars angst #star wars smut

[lovingmayday]

Miguel O'Hara Spiderman Kiss

warnings : none?

notes : another one that's been stuck in my head for a while. god, i love this man so much its unbearable

There is no doubt that Miguel O'Hara is Spiderman– well, a Spiderman, one of many. He was never bitten but he was genetically modified to have a balance of both man and spider. Although he doesn't have eight eyes and legs, he can shoot webs from his wrists, has fangs that release a paralyzing venom, has claws that surface at the pads of his fingers, and has all of his senses heightened.

He can do pretty much what every other Spiderman can and more.

Except.. stick on walls.

He can climb them, sure, using his claws to dig on any surface. But, let's say, the upside down elevator in Spider Headquarters. He'd have to be webbing himself to the platform if he wishes to not make a fool of himself in front of other Spider-people.

This wasn't a problem to you; you didn't care.. Until you watched the movie.

You asked Jess if she could let you watch one from her dimension because your's didn't have them. She was hesitant but you were so, so curious. What were other spider-people's life like? Your own partner was Spiderman but he barely shares anything about his work. Jess sighs and brings you a flashdrive the next time she came over to your and Miguel's world for dinner.

When you reached the upside down kiss, you were in stunned awe. It was.. a scene. The progression of your reaction was: Oh. Oh... Wow.. That was amazing!

So, you had commenced a plan. When Miguel comes home, you will subtly bring up the movie. You say it's from Jess and pretend you waited for him before watching. You let him find out for himself that it was a Spiderman movie and he rolls his eyes, the urge to walk away persuading him for a moment before settling with an annoyed sigh.

The scene comes up and you cautiously glance at him a few times to observe his reaction. You have yet to pick up anything else from his face other than his resting frown, until he speaks up.

"Wouldn't the rain go down to his nose? He can't be breathing properly like that.." he quietly states and your shoulders slump the tiniest bit. Miguel had an arm draped behind you so you prayed he didn't notice.

"Yeah, I guess," you reply quietly. You didn't know what you were expecting. The position wasn't ideal, anyways. And your hollow apartment ceiling probably couldn't hold Miguel up even if he webbed himself to it, you reason.

The movie finishes and you sit there unmoving for a few moments before nodding your head. It was a great movie. It was sad to think that it was a different dimension's Spiderman's real life but that's to be expected, unfortunately.

You look up at Miguel when he stood from his seat on the couch. "What'd you think of it?" you ask, eyes following his figure when he steadily walked around the couch. Your head rests on the sofa's back when he stops directly behind you, your perspective of him upside down.

"'twas fine," he briefly says.

"What are you doing?" you ask once again, smiling up at him.

You watch as he slowly bends down, hands on the space by the sides of your head. Your eyes widen by a fraction when lips make contact with yours. He was soft and gentle, his touch and scent enveloping your senses. It didn't take you long to respond, humming contently. You close your eyes and raise your hands to cup his cheeks, leaning upwards to deepen the kiss.

By the time you pull back, the both of you were panting. Looking into each others' eyes through opposite lenses. A small smile displays on his lips before pressing another shorter kiss on your lips.

"Ask for it next time, yeah?"

#atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman #miguel atsv #atsv #spiderman 2099 x you

[readychilledwine]

Azriel Week Day 3 Prompt - The Knife in the Dark - The Fall of Icarus

Summary - Waking up alone in a dark cell was not part of your mission plans, only you're not alone.

Warnings - torture, mentions of blood, Azriel being scary

A/n - I've never wrote a torture scene before 👀👀👀👀 I don't know if I'll ever write one again. Not 100% proud of this @azrielappreciationweek piece, but not hating it either.

Chains. You had always hated chains. You tugged at the ones on your wrists again, flinching as they cut into the soft skin of your wrist and gave in. 

"You're awake. Good, I was getting bored," you glared towards the darkness that voice came from, arms aching. Your father had warned you to enter the Night Court carefully, and you had. Which made this reality much harder to accept.

Blue siphons began to shine in the darkness in front of you, a large male looking as if he was death himself coming towards you. "Who are you and where did you come from?"

"Get Rhysand. He will know who I am and why I am here." That you realized was the wrong answer. A sharp blade pressed against the hollow point of your throat, causing you to whimper softly as you felt it nick the soft skin there. 

He smirked, "You are in no position to be making demands, little one." You steeled yourself, having sworn to your parents to speak to Rhysand and Rhysand only after he answered a riddle correctly. "Who are you and why are you here?"

You took a deep breath, the bargain tattoo burning as you contemplated breaking it. You made your choice, remembering who you were and your position in your home, and raised your head defiantly. "I will speak to Rhysand and no one else, dog, per my orders."

Azriel put a hand above your shoulder, making you silently grateful you had hidden your wings. "Where did you come from? I will send them a part of you so they know you failed. At least you'll die a loyal fool, though." At speed your mind hardly registered, he cut you.

First the inner part of your left bicep, then diagonally across your stomach, then across the tops of both thighs. You out your head against the stonewall, breathing deeply through the pain. "Kill me and you will find Pryithian lost for help in your upcoming war."

Azriel paused then. "And how would that be, little one." That blade dug back into your throat, and you sent a prayer to the Mother. This is how you'd die. You would die after being sent to Rhysand to ask why an illyrian male had been flying over Cretea and to offer assistance. 

You whispered softly. "I can't tell you." Death would come your way before the dishonor of breaking a bargain with your father, possibly endangering your fae. "I have orders."

Azriel slide that blade down the front of your shirt. "You'll die for your orders instead of just telling me the answers to my questions?"

You nodded. "I'll die for the safety of my home." Azriel didn't want to tell you how he understood. He didn't want to comfort you before doing what he was about to do. He sunk and twisted that blade into your left thigh, barely avoiding that crucial artery before pulling the blade out and putting it into your right hand, making you scream out and tears begin to fall. 

You don't know how long it went on for. Minutes, hours, days. He'd ask you the same three questions, anger setting in more and more for him as you denied him each time. You were beyond grateful were darkness found you again. Slipping into unconsciousness and falling limo against that stonewall.

Azriel lead Rhysand and Cassian to the room, opening it for him. He watched as Rhysand's face fell, his eyes going wide before he ran, ripping the heavy key ring from Azriel and unlocking the female prisoner. 

He went to the ground holding her, rocking her gently while he whispered to her it would be okay. "GO GET A FUCKING HEALER!" It wasn't Rhysand who yelled that at him, but his high lord commanding it. Cassian went instantly while Azriel stood paralyzed. 

"Sssssssshhhh," Azriel watched as Rhysand brushed a hair behind your ear. "You're okay little angel. It's going to be okay."

Azriel heard you speak weakly, "Icarus-"

Rhys interrupted voice broken, "Laughted as he fell and screamed to the winds. There's bitter triumph in failure, joy in the crash, and excitement in falling instead of soaring." The bargain and protect ward faded off of you, revealing those soft feathered wings. "I have you, y/n, you will be fine."

Azriel sat by your side on Rhysand's bitter angry orders. He didn't know how he didn't see it, those familiar doe eyes, that hair, your nose. Rhys was in the room, deep into a letter and scratching the parchment with rushed strokes. 

Parchment he was using to inform Maryam and Drakon of their youngest daughter's torture at Azriel's hands. Your little hand twitched in his and he moved instantly getting water ready for you as you shot awake, body fully healed from Madja, Rhysand, and Lucien's efforts. 

Rhys stiffened instantly, hearing the change in your breathing and set his pen down to come to your other side. "I'm glad you're awake." He offered gently. "Do you want anything?" 

You shook your head, moving closer to him and away from Azriel. It shouldn't have hurt him the way it did. But it had. It cut him deeply that his friend's daughter was afraid of him now. "I want to go home." 

Rhys nodded at the answer. "Why are you here, darling?"

"There was an Illyrian male flying over the ruins of Cretea. Why?"

Azriel shut his eyes. You had been sent as a contact point. He tortured not just his friend's daughter, but a potential allies' contact point. Rhysand inclined his head to Azriel. "I sent him to look for all of you and ask for help with the war we are about to face against Hybern. We assumed you all ran with Jurian looking for your mother." Rhysand offered you the water Azriel was holding. "Do you know if they will stand with us?" 

You shook your head in uncertainty. "I do not make those calls. My father and brothers do. I could have said yes before, but now, I-" You shook your head. "I do not know what dad will say when he hears of this."

Rhys nodded, understanding completely. "He would have never hurt you had he known. We understand why you were so heavily glamored. I know it is a lot to ask right now, but hopefully someday you'll understand why he did what he did."

Summer was beautiful, even if you were currently there being healed after one of Hyberns generals had singled you out. Madja was mending one of your wings, her wrinkled hands moving through the feathers and healing the bones slowly. 

Rhysand had pulled your father out moments ago, mentioning he had a prisoner that he needed your father to decide the fate of. 

You leaned further into Morrigan, appreciating the way she was comforting you by scratching your scalp with her long nails. She froze suddenly, face growing pale as she looked towards the entrance of the tent. Madja gasped loudly, leaving your back go look over who ever had just entered. 

Heavy footsteps made their way towards you, and you looked to see them belonging to a heavily siphoned male, blood soaking his armor and leather wings. You stared at Azriel's face, a brow raised, "Yes?"

"Your father sent me to inform you he is dead." You nodded, looking into those hazel eyes, "and that my debt is paid." You nodded again as Mor silently excused herself and Azriel took her place. 

"How'd you do it?"

Azriel chuckled. "Skinned him alive. One strip for every feather he ripped out and broken bone he gave you."

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azrielweek2023 #azrielappreciationweek2023 #azriel x yn #azriel x you #azriel x y/n

[wangxianficrecs]

Rewind 2023 - Part IV

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2023

It's time for the last post of our Rewind 2023. There are still a few stories left that were published this year that deserve a shout-out and I hope you will shower them with love as well. I'll also make sure to make a Masterpost for all Rewind 2023 posts, so that it's more convenient to find them.

Part I

Part II

Part III

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watch your anger

by loosingletters (@loosingmoreletters)

T, 1k, Cangse Sanren | Kay's Rec

Summary: Watch your anger, her master used to say, never reprimanding Cangse Sanren for her temper tantrums, mainly reminding her of what she stood to lose if she gave in. Cangse Sanren survives. Wei Changze does not.

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Day 1: Dad!Xian

by UseMyMuse (@museywrites)

G, 1k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of Xiantober 2023

Summary: Wei Ying is a tired single parent, but a good cup of coffee and a handsome, flirty stranger leads to a happy future

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Day 4: Ghost!Xian

by UseMyMuse (@museywrites)

T, 5k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of Xiantober 2023

Summary: Wei Ying died at the age of 10, but miraculously the little boy Lan Wangji from down the street was able to see him. They become an unlikely pair and form an unbreakable friendship. Things seem fine until a hostile presence shakes Wei Ying to his ghostly core.

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waiting for us

by sunflowersfield

T, 3k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Wei Ying is in the middle of cooking dinner when Lan Zhan walks into the apartment on Friday night. As soon as the door opens, Wei Ying drops his knife onto the counter with a clatter, abandoning his recipe so that he can throw his arms around Lan Zhan and pull him close. “You’re here!” he exclaims, grinning when he feels Lan Zhan’s arms curl around his waist. “I am here,” Lan Zhan replies in his steady, calming voice, and Wei Ying’s smile grows wider. Or: Wei Ying and Lan Zhan attend different colleges, but they spend every weekend together.

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Snapping The Banjo

by Anonymous

M, 8k, Wangxian & Xuanli | Kay's Rec

Summary: “A-Jie…” Jiang Cheng pushes. “I broke my husband’s penis during sex.” One quick in-out breath as Yanli raises her chin high, pivots sharply on her heel and marches back off towards the building. Wei Ying opens his mouth. Jiang Cheng slowly raises a hand to silence him, expression on his face as if he had been slapped with a wet fish. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan's date night has gone wrong. Then, Jiang Yanli calls to ask her brothers for a ride to the hospital. Jiang Yanli's date night has gone very wrong.

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Just a Little Wound

by meyari

T, 4k, Wangxian | Mojo's Rec

Summary: Raising a child is sometimes a challenge, especially when you’re confronted with a little boy who has no idea whatsoever why it’s not appropriate to stab people who are rude.

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a better world

by ilip13 (@ilip13)

G, 1k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: It’s been a year, today. A year of wearing a borrowed body, and all of a sudden, Wei Wuxian doesn’t feel like getting up and getting on with his day. * Some days are not great and that's okay.

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At the end of all things

by Entityx

M, 6k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of the MDZS Mini Remix for Tired Adults™

Summary: Lan Wangji is aware that he is not the only one who is left haunted by constant bloodshed. Everyone has changed over the course of the Sunshot Campaign. However the one who underwent the most drastic change was undeniable. It's subtle- he's still friendly and boisterous with members of his sect. But he is not truly open anymore. Gone is the optimistic boy who radiated sincerity with every word. Instead he is replaced with a hollow imitation, with a smile cracked at the edges, and a laugh that is too hollow to fool anyone.

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What Lies Beneath These Hallowed Woods

by meekome (@meekkome)

M, WIP, 19k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: The shadows are alive. Writhing and twisting around him, creeping over him, between his fingers, around his throat, curious and hungry. The dirt beneath is black like dried blood, which makes the shards and fragments of bones half-buried around him easy to see, white and glimmering unnaturally bright in the gloom. Then something looks at him, from behind the shadows, and Wei Wuxian flinches at the weight of its attention. “Who are you?” Wei Wuxian says, voice echoing strangely as the silence stretches and the resentment nips at his skin, held back by this thing he cannot see. You do not have a name for what I am, it finally says. Wei Wuxian sucks in a slow breath. “What are you, then?” The trees bend and snap in a sudden breeze and the ghosts around him spin and whine, and Wei Wuxian is horrified to realize it is laughing. Shall I let you see, little cultivator? Doing so has driven more humans mad than the number of bones that sleep beneath your feet. But Wei Wuxian has never been good at ignoring knowledge, no matter the consequences, and he does not look away.

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an inch away from more (than just friends)

by occultings (microcomets) (@microcomets)

E, 15k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of WLW Wangxian Week 2023

Summary: “What do you think about,” Wei Ying said aloud, before she could stop herself, before she could even think twice about the repercussions. “When you.” She finally found Lan Zhan’s eyes, molten in the low light, and swallowed in a tiny, audible gulp. “You know.” On Wei Ying, Lan Zhan’s gaze didn’t waver even a fraction. “Giving head,” she said. Wei Ying was certain she’d misheard. “Getting head?” “No,” said Lan Zhan. — After a surprise party gone awry, Wei Ying surprises herself.

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💙 The loudest silence

by barisan (@barisan-no)

T, 15k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of the MDZS Mini Remix for Tired Adults™

Summary: In almost two decades of peace and with a whole generation who has not known differently, it is hard for those who sit above such dangers to fear a banal death. In a lifetime of not knowing what it means to be truly and utterly alone in such a world, it is hard to understand it is often a sentence. Or, a remix of our beloved post-cql WWX whump

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The lavender handkerchief

by barisan (@barisan-no)

Not rated, 1k, Lan Qiren & Wei Wuxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Wei Wuxian’s time on the streets left a deeper wound on his mind. Lan Qiren finds him having a panic attack after being triggered during his punishment.

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Song of the River Rain

by MajiLovePrincess

E, 9k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang: 2023

Summary: “Jiaoren,” the man breathes, his voice soft and his golden eyes wide. Those strange eyes dart over Wei Wuxian’s sharp ears and nails before lingering on the bloody red of his tail. “Human,” Wei Wuxian sneers. “You should have fled when you had the chance.” ... When he wakes from his winter sleep, Wei Wuxian attempts to drive a farmer from his territory. He falls in love, instead. Lan Zhan's mysterious past does not do them the courtesy of staying buried.

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Fit for Purpose

by Deastar (@youhideastar)

E, 18k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Wei Wuxian is given clean clothes, and as much food as he wants, and a blanket. He still doesn’t know what a beta is. But he knows he is one, now. And he knows that that’s the reason he has these wonderful things. When Wei Wuxian was a little boy, Jiang Fengmian brought him home to Lotus Pier; when Yu Ziyuan learned the boy was a beta, she allowed him to stay. 30 years later, a resurrected Wei Wuxian hangs around Cloud Recesses and waits to wear out his welcome.

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💙 all is bright

by sunflowersfield

T, 4k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Wei Ying has slept in many different places. He has curled up on a park bench or a tiny cot in a room full of strangers. But somehow, he has never shared a bed with someone he cares about. He is realizing, now, as the sound machine fills his room with the pitter-patter of gentle rain, that he cares about Lan Zhan. Or: Wei Ying moves into his first apartment. His new neighbor helps him turn it into a home.

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Your Shelter

by cosmicmilktea

T, WIP, 2k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Part of the MDZS Mini Remix for Tired Adults™

Summary: “There is no need for sorry,” Lan-gege had told him, what seemed like such a long time ago, “Robes can be cleaned.” But a soiled robe in Lotus Pier means lashes on his back and a night of kneeling in the ancestral hall, even if Jiang Cheng and all the other disciples also came back with mud and reeds painting their robes. A soiled robe means hearing baba and mama's names spoken in malice and ridicule. It means a gentle chiding from shijie as she pats his head and offers him a bowl of warm soup, which only made him miss the warmth of Xian-gege's safe embrace. His back hurts, and his knees ache from kneeling so long. Beneath his robes, Lan-gege's ribbon presses close to his heart, and it reminds him how he had felt so safe with the two men. How baba and mama had also made him feel safe even without the shelter of gilded walls and roofs. He longs to be that safe again, the longing building and building in the too-small confines of his chest until Wei Ying can not hold it in any longer. He runs.

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We Meet at the Thousandth Step

by Admiranda (@ladypfenix), Rynne (@rynne)

T, WIP, 142k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: As they both go wherever the chaos might be, Lan Wangji and rogue cultivator Wei Wuxian, eldest child of the famous Cangse-sanren, find their paths converging. Soon they'll discover in each other the perfect partner for night hunting...and beyond.

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12 Hours In Hell and Paradise (Or: Lan Zhan’s Distinguished Guide to Seasonal Depression)

by demonicsalad (@santonali)

T, 4k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Wei Ying (1:01PM): brb putting lobotomy on my 2024 goals list Lan Zhan (1:02PM): Wei Ying. Wei Ying (1:02PM): [screenshot attached] Wei Ying (1:03PM): did i fucking stutter Or: of tears, tea, rotting, and long-overdue realizations

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pale shadows of forgotten names

by Chrononautical (@chrononautintraining)

T, 56k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: To protect the Wen, Wei Wuxian throws himself on the mercy of the Lan Sect. To protect Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji marries him. To protect them all, Lan Xichen orders the Yiling Laozu's seclusion in the Jingshi. But the Jingshi had another occupant in the past. One who lingers on, furious to think that history might repeat.

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Cuties and Questions

by WiseDawn13 (@wisedawn13)

T, 6k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: “Suibian?” a deep voice says suddenly, catching his attention. Wei Ying opens his eyes to look at who approached and promptly finds himself without breath at the sight of the man in front of him. After all these years he shouldn’t recognize him so easily, but Wei Ying would never be able to forget those eyes. “Oh!” Wen Ning squeaks. “You are familiar with Suibian?” Wei Ying watches as Lan Zhan nods to Wen Ning. “I am. Are you the creator of Yiling Cuties?” “Ah? Oh, no. No, that would be him,” Wen Ning replies, somewhat flustered. It takes far too long for Wei Ying to realize that Wen Ning just diverted Lan Zhan’s attention to him because suddenly those golden brown eyes are staring directly into his soul and it hurts more than he would have expected. OR Wei Ying and Lan Zhan lost touch when Wei Ying's family moved away when they were kids. Wei Ying moves back to his hometown years later, meeting the man he once knew as his best friend.

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💙 A New Dynasty

by One_eyed_God (@oneeyedoctogod)

T, Series, WIP, 76k, Background Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Wei Wuxian is well-known as a trouble-maker, someone who likes jokes and chaos. He promptly proves this by disappearing without a trace from the Cloud Recesses, in the middle of the Lectures. But when war is on the horizon and tensions boil over, can his actions really be summarized as a simple prank? Or, the unbelievable story of Wei Wuxian, time traveller, told from everyone's point of view but his.

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Christmas Eve at Number 16

by liulans (@liulans)

T, 9k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Lan Wangji considers that for a moment, squaring Wei Wuxian up. And then he says, “You are asking– if I would like to spend Christmas with you?” “It doesn't have to be, like, Christmassy,” he reminds him. “We can just hang out. Maybe you can come over tomorrow evening, and I'll have you back in your apartment before midnight. And then on Christmas day, I'll bring you an apple for luck, and that can be that.” “Okay.” Lan Wangji says, after a moment of brow-furrowing contemplation. “...Okay?” “I will see you tomorrow. I will– spend Christmas with you.” --- [Prompt: Character A can’t travel to see their family on Christmas, so they invite their grumpy loner neighbour Character B.]

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Cleaning & Courtship

by Winxhelina (@winxhelina)

T, 13k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: It all started with some offhand comment Jin Zixun had made about Wei Wuxian's father having been a servant. About how he should stick to that and not aim for places not meant for him. Wei Wuxian had been at a party at the time with Nie Huaisang and unlikely as it had been, Lan Wangji had been there too. Wei Wuxian had complained about money and that had seemingly inspired the comment from a man, who, Wei Wuxian was sure, had never worked a day in his life. Lan Wangji had stared at Jin Zixun so hard Wei Wuxian thought he might actually drop dead. Somehow, two months later, Wei Wuxian actually finds himself cleaning rich people’s houses. There are very few cultivators wiling to clean houses for other cultivators, but there is demand for it. You can't hire a regular maid to dust and clean your ancient artefacts, even just sword maintenance is a whole area of expertise that civilians aren't qualified to do. In which Wei Wuxian accidentally ends up cleaning his long-time friend's house and Lan Zhan's room harbours a secret.

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[yourheartonfire]

"You know, the bathe them and bring them to me trope is such a cliche," the hero said. "I'm disappointed in you."

"Did you enjoy your bath?"

"It was absolutely amazing, and I hate you and your interior decorating and fancy oils so much right now."

The villain smiled. "Anytime."

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The hero beelined straight towards the little buffet of post dinner treats the villain had carefully left laying out in plain view. A full dinner would have been too obvious, but the villain figured some hothouse fruits and a chocolate mousse or two would be too tempting for the hero to pass up.

"So what's the plan? Do you need me to stab you or anything when I escape?" the hero said around a mouthful of strawberry cake.

"Please don't. You know I can't bear physical pain." The villain wandered over to help themselves to a kumquat. Mostly it was an excuse to get a closer look at the hero with the blood and grime scrubbed off. Definitely thinner under the villain's brocade bathrobe. And they didn't like those circles under the eyes, the tension in the jaw... "As it happens, I'd appreciate it if you'd make your exit after the guard comes to collect you tomorrow at dawn. Something public and splashy. I need an excuse to execute my guard captain."

The hero choked. The villain sighed. "I mean, fire my guard captain. Fire him."

"[Villain] -!"

"He's one of the usurper's spies." The villain put the kumquat back down on the silver platter. "He's been doing everything he can to undermine my position here, which as you know is rather tenuous."

The hero went still. They swallowed, the motion suddenly large. "Does the usurper suspect you?"

The villain chuckled and poured themselves a generous topple of brandy from the bottle they'd just opened. "The usurper suspects everyone. That's why I need to deflect their ire to another target." As if an afterthought, they poured a second glass and shoved it towards the hero. "I'll make it worth your while to delay. You see, to fend off my crude advances this evening, you're going to get me drunk enough to pass out, and then discover I carelessly left out a few key pieces of correspondence on my desk." The villain turned the hero to face the little secretary desk half hidden behind a damask curtain, taking the opportunity to snake an arm around that waist. Yep, definitely too thin. "If I were you I'd start with the tax shipment schedules."

The hero pushed them off, but gently. "Should I, though?"

The villain blinked. "Should you what?"

The hero picked up the kumquat, rolled it between their fingers as they perched on the bed. "Tell my people I 'stole' the information from you. When your position is tenuous."

The villain made an angry noise that came out a sputter. "Oh, please! Trust that I know what I'm doing-"

"I don't like this." The hero's brow was creased and for a moment they were their old, uncomplicated idealistic self. "I don't like that no one knows how much you're doing, how much you're risking for us-"

"Well for the gods' sakes, don't tell them," the villain said with real alarm. "You have spies in your ranks too."

The hero gave a hollow laugh. "I know. I'm not a fool."

"Yes, you are." The villain sat on the bed beside their old rival, took a lungful of the hero's sweet post-bath scent like a punch to the gut. "You're absolutely a fool for this quixotic quest for... I don't even know. Justice? Freedom?"

The hero raised an eyebrow. "Well, obviously you're the fool for helping me."

"Oh please," the villain sniffed. "Obviously I'm hedging my bets with both sides. I assure you, my actions are entirely self-interest driven."

The hero narrowed their eyes. "Right. And you've suddenly developed a sweet tooth?" Pointedly, they popped the kumquat in their mouth.

The villain tackled them. The hero let out a strangled yelp around the mouthful of fruit.

"There we go, make this sound good." They hauled the hero up higher in the bed, pinned them down to the pillows. It was alarmingly easy. Maybe they could get the hero to take a bag of food with them? "You just stay right there a bit."

The hero glared up. "I'm supposed to be reading your correspondence."

The villain grinned and reached for the bottle of brandy. "Not for another hour. I'm not a lightweight, darling."

As it turned out, the hero dropped off to sleep in three minutes flat. The villain let them sleep, and packaged up the letters to go.  

#my fiction #hero x villain #heroes and villains #fantasy #heroxvillain #villain caretaker #rebel hero #awkward team dynamics #fluff #i guess #100 #300 #500

[bellafragolina]

So i had an idea for a request~ how about Leon and Ingo (Separate) being Vampire hunters but they inadvertently fall for one of the vampires they were sent to slay~?

A person falling for a monster is delicious, but it being someone sworn to kill the monster too? Extra delicious.

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

The night is dark, perpetual. Ingo supposes it's deliberate, being a creature such as yourself. You prefer the moonlight, shy from the sun despite craving warmth.

Ingo knows that now.

It's been. . . a month? Two? Ingo isn't quite sure, not after the nasty tumble he took down the mountain on the way to your hidden home. There's a dull throb through his temple even now, even after being so cared for, but he can ignore it most days.

On those he can't, you bring him medicinal tea and warm meals, letting him curl up in bed all day should he want.

It's so unlike the compound. He trained there for years, honing his body and mind alike to be perfect for killing creatures like you. Monsters that feed off people, killing them viciously, wastefully.

But you have people in the town nearby. They come to you, freely offering an arm when you begin to hunger. And you make sure they are not harmed in return. Your hearing, your sense of smell, all of it attuned to the village you swear to protect.

Yet, even as they freely offer you blood, you're so careful. Ingo has spied on your feedings enough time to see how gentle you are, fangs pricking just enough to allow you to slurp down the blood. And your people never flinch, merely smile, even laughing as you fret and bandage their wounds with your mouth still stained crimson.

And Ingo finds himself wondering what it feels like, pricked by your fangs and caressed by your lips.

You are nothing like what he was taught. You are kindness and sacrifice, for he sees the slight hollowness to your cheeks even when flushed from a fresh feeding.

You never mention it, but you must know what he is, why he's here. You don't seem afraid, if anything you seem. . . accepting of it. Of his duty. You haven't taken his weapons, haven't locked him away or restrained him or used him for ransom. You didn't leave him to die.

And now he doesn't want to see you dead either.

Leon:

Leon hates the world he lives in.

He hates the need to hunt down monsters to protect who he loves. He hates that he was chosen as the town's Hunter, the protector of everyone, strongest in the village, maybe the region if the whispers are true.

He hates that all of it, the training and the blood and the sweat and the tears, has led to this.

Leon never knew you were what he had to hunt. You hid it so well, with gloves and hats and careful smiles. Never had Leon seen you raise a hating hand to anyone. He'd only seen you tend bruises and cuts, read stories and carry firewood for anyone who needed it.

You were an endless stream of kindness and aid.

And now here you lie, cut down by Leon's own sword.

A raw, choking noise breaks from his throat. It's drowned out by the crowd behind him, a mess of torches and pitchforks that mar and mold everyone in a wall of screaming anger.

How could everyone had been fooled by you, a monster amongst the mortals of the village?

How easily they had turned on you, realizing your true self. All your kindness was forgotten, all the trust you had garnered lost in a fleeting moment of fear and hatred.

Leon wants to hate you too. You tricked him, everyone, yet you lay before him, wounded by him, and you don't fight back.

He knows you could. You could destroy him in an instant, but you don't. You lie there and you take it. And Leon hates it.

Hates that it's you he has to kill.

Hates that his hands are shaking.

Hates that he's crying over your dying body.

Hates that it always, always had to end this way.

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ta-da! hope i did it justice!!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #submas x reader #leon x reader #champion leon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[badnoahmens]

Would you maybe do smut prompts 140 and 154?? Noah?

Ooooft this combination is *chefs kiss*.

140: “you’re so gorgeous”

154: “ruin me”

Smut prompt list can be found here.

Noah was a fool when it came to you, there was no doubt. He would come at your beckoning call, anything you asked for, it was never too much. Why was he like this? Good question. He wasn’t the type that you thought would be so submissive. He was often the one demanding attention in the room, so maybe this gave him the time away from this demeanour.

He definitely has charm, you’ll give him that, but as soon as you step into the room he is quite literally putty in your hands. He was more than just a booty call though, he was something different altogether. Not quite exclusive, but not the opposite of that either. It was difficult to explain, but neither of you questioned it.

It was questioning it that was too difficult. It would lead to too many other questions. Questions that stood in the way of what was important. And what was important right now? Noah, in front of you, begging you to touch him.

He was laying on his back, shirt long gone. His tattoos covering his chest, arms and neck covered in a thick layer of sweat. His shorts were still on, bounding his hard on to just his clothing. All he wanted was skin. He wanted to feel you. He begged for you to do something to him. But the more he asked, the longer he would have to wait.

“Please” he pleaded, voice cracking as he did.

“Please what?” You ask, innocently throwing his your doe-eyed look.

“I need you to-” he was cut off from you hollowing out your cheeks with his dick. The sudden warmth of your tongue made him jolt as a reflex.

“Need me to what” you gurgle around his cock. The vibrations from speaking roll up your throat and vibrate on him. He curls over, grasping your hair with both his hands. Then you are gone. The warmth is lost and the crisp cool air of your breath washing over his dick was almost painful.

“I need you to ruin me with that mouth” he said darkly. He peered at you through his half-closed eyes, trying his hardest not to buck his dick right back into that filthy mouth of yours.

But you were in a teasing mood, again. “Why should I?”

He flips back into the bed, lying down and places his hands over his face. His chest is heaving and his cock twitches as though to demand attention. You grasp it firmly at the base, and slowly start moving your hand up his shaft. He covers his eyes with his arm now, biting down on his lower lip.

“Tell me why I should keep doing this” you press. He still hasn’t answered your last question. Your hand reaches the top of his dick, and then starts to slide down again, achingly slow.

“Because you’re so gorgeous. And you do this so well” he states, muffled by his huffs.

“That’s good enough for me” you reply, then start fisting his cock faster, taking in the tip in your mouth. Your tongue runs along the underside of it, flicking over the end and then circling back to do it again. Your head bobs up and down, in rhythm with your hand, making sure to reach every inch of this man.

The sound of sloppy slurps fill the room, wetness that is a mix of precum and saliva start to drip down your chin. You knew he was close, his hips started to buck beneath you as though he couldn’t control them. Then, without a word of warning, you feel a heat being thrown down the back of your throat. He stills himself, holding his hips high as you slide his cock down into your mouth again, taking it in right to the base. A small gag comes from the back of your throat, but you fight it so that you don’t choke.

You look up at Noah who had beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face. He was looking down at you, eyes ablaze with lust, sex, and pleasure. When he meets your gaze, he can’t help but smile at the view.

You let do of his dick, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. The fluid in your mouth is gulped down as you start to lick your fingers clean. The sight of that almost makes Noah cum again.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous” he says in a sigh, dropping his head back down onto the bed.

“You said that already” you retort, standing up from your position and heading to the bathroom. The only real way to clean this up was with a shower. “Care to join me?” You call out, tossing your clothes onto the floor. You’ve never seen Noah move faster.

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[whumpsoda]

I love villian whumper brainwashing whumpee and forcing them to fight friends!

ME! TOO! It has to be one of my favorite tropes! This reminded me finally write it :D (I’ll probably end up doing a second part if I have the motivation)

Taglist- @softvampirewhump

cw: blood, violence, mind control

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Hero followed the splurts of blood trickle from Villain’s palm, each drop pooling together in a mess of gore on the piece of rubble he stood over. Sidekick wriggled under the grip of his other hand, lifted by unrelenting fingers seizing her curls. 

“He- helplp, help, pl- please!” She wailed to him, blood oozing from her mouth.

Admittedly, Hero was fairly skeptical when he received the call that Villain was on a rampage through the city. Supervillain, sure, but Villain? There was simply no way.

The sly, harmless entertainment seeker who made a point to never put innocents in harms way? Who teamed up with the Heroes whenever his heart so desired? His schemes were annoying at best, and he was practically more friend than foe! Hero must have simply heard wrong.

Now, he felt like a fool.

Hero met Sidekick’s desperate gaze as he neared, one of her eyes purple and puffy, the other salty with tears. Smears of rich red covered her face, and her hooked nose was now sitting crooked and smashed. A bump of bone jutted out around the cap of her knee.

Each forward step Hero took was planned but unsteady, his boots gripping to shards of glass and freshly cracked rubble. His breaths were shaky and worn from rushing to get civilians to safety, and cut with every following movement. 

Villain stayed standing rigid, watching the city as it actively burned. Like he was waiting. 

“Ah-!” A swift gasp escaped Hero’s quivering lips as one unfortunate rock slipped, his leg buckling and jumping to another slab of concrete. He caught Villain twitch at the noise from the corner of his eye.

Villain swayed dramatically for a moment, before stiffly spinning back to face his foe. His spine stayed firm and straight as he swiveled, his movements brittle and wooden.

Hero swallowed, his throat bobbing. He was well acquainted with Villain’s body language, the way he liked to gracefully dance about, feeding into his theatrical villain persona. All of his charm and charisma was now practically drained from his motions, creating an unsettling sight.

As Villain jerked around, Sidekick dragged across the rough terrain. Her outfit snagged on the rock and tore, allowing little cuts to form across her skin. She whimpered with each pull of her body over jagged debris.

Hero shot his arms to the sky, as a signal of safety and innocence. “H- hey, Villain.” He stammered. The other man simply stared with hollow, foggy eyes, keeping a tight grip on the woman writhing in pain. “It’s me man, Hero. I’m not here to hurt you.” In response Villain’s head dipped to the side, mimicking the behavior of a curious dog.

The hero studied him tensley, careful not to make a single sudden movement. His vision trailed along Villain’s blood stained suit- it strangely wasn’t his usual outfit- up to his sweat tainted, ragged hair. What caught Hero’s attention the most though, would have to have been the blocky, silver shining collar that sat around Villain’s neck.

After a beat, Villain’s lips began to part, shaky and uncertain. Sidekick continued to pull herself from his grasp, and Hero could tell as it weakened. 

“H-he…” Villain spoke, voice cracking between each letter he struggled to say. “He- H- He…ro?” The sound was gurgled and rocky, unlike the butter smooth voice Hero was used too. Villain’s blank, empty expression softened, just a smidge.

“Y- yeah, man. It’s just me, ‘kay?” Hero nodded eagerly. “So why don’t you let go of Sidekick there, and we can figure the rest of this out?” He smiled, as soft and unthreatening as possible. 

Villain took a moment, his brows furrowing, as if thinking over the suggestion. Before he could speak again, a neon green light surged on the front of the collar. 

His upper half lurched forward, while his legs stayed straight and stuck in position. He roared a piercing, grating shriek, his face contorting in pain, as he carelessly let go of Sidekick, dropping her tattered body to the floor. The villain desperately grabbed at his hair with both hands, yanking on it as he let out strangled whines.

After a moment of shock washed over him, Hero took his chance, using all of his strength to start toward Sidekick. As Villain whimpered and pulled at his bloodied locks, Hero swiftly lifted his companion, holding her tightly in both arms. 

He made a quick exit down the mountain of debris, before setting Sidekick to her feet. She wobbled for a second, before he directed her to a still intact alleyway. “I’ll be back to help you out in just a minute. Let me just take care of Villain, first.” He reassured.

He watched Sidekick limp away for a moment, each of her breaths hitching with the sting of her leg. Before he could redirect his attention to the matter at hand, his knees gave out, and he was forced to the ground. 

Villain quickly made his way on top of the other man, instead now clutching at Hero’s hair. “He- Hero! Hero’s, Hero’s bad!” He screamed into Hero’s face, spittle landing on his supple cheeks. With every furious tug, he screeched another word. “Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad, bad, bad!” 

“Villain! Villain, s- stop! Villain!” Hero shoved and jabbed at Villain frantically, not wanting to hurt him, and yet he couldn't get the other man to let go. Villain howled hysterically like a crazed animal, foamy saliva collecting at the edges of his mouth. 

“Bad! Bad! Bad!” He repeated, and with each repetition the green glowed brighter around his neck. Every wrench of his arms Hero’s scalp burned harder, and distressed tears mixed with beads of sweat on his face. He hit and kicked wildly, his back arching in a mountain of pain. 

“Villain, Villain!” Villain’s expression contorted savagely, an intense rage Hero had never before witnessed. With another slap to the face he released Hero’s hair, opting instead to grip at the man’s thick neck.

He twisted Hero’s flesh with an iron grip, still babbling the same word until he’d lost all coherency. Gasping for air, Hero clawed at his determined fingers, scraping and scratching to no avail. “S- sto- stop!”

Villain picked him up by the throat, then bashed him into the rock below. Once, twice, then a third, Hero couldn’t tell if the back of his head had already been pounded to mush. For all he knew Sidekick’s shouting could’ve just been a trick of the imagination.

His brain spun madly, and his vision was so fuzzy he could only clearly make out the vibrant ray of green that reflected across his face.

Just as his body went limp, losing consciousness and oxygen, Villain’s hold finally released. Hero’s head hit the rubble with yet another thud, his ears ringing with intensity. With the last of his strength he loudly gasped for air, coughing and hacking wildly.

At the click of a button Villain’s muscles had fallen weak as well, his arms resting at his sides and his head lolling back. His lips clamped shut, completely silent, and any and all emotion drained from his expression.

Hero’s chest heaved with every twitchy breath as he faded to the back of his mind, his lids descending to a close. A distant purr of nearing, delighted laughter buzzed through one ear and out the other, and he could do nothing but watch as Supervillain’s perfectly polished, blood stained boot entered his muddled vision.

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[hypnoneghoul]

Make the multi ghoul cry 2k23

WC: 1540

Relationship: Swiss/Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Threesome, vaginal sex, crying, choking, bondage, orgasm delay/denial, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus (the last three only mentioned), transmasc dewdrop, grinding, mean rain

Swiss chokes himself with his guitar strap during a Ritual, Rain doesn't like that, so he decide to punish him. He cries.

Notes: The fact that I saw Swiss doing that with my own eyes... I'm not okay. Now with part two and three.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

In retrospect, this may have been a bad idea. He probably shouldn’t have done that.

But it’s Swiss, and if a person constantly making bad decisions had a definition it would be his name.

On their last Ritual, in Berlin, Swiss thought, but he couldn’t be sure with how all the shows in all the cities bled together at this point, he was fooling around with his guitar, as usual. What wasn’t usual, though, was when he twisted it on the strap, wrapping it around his neck. He thought it would be fun, the fans certainly did eat it up.

Swiss didn’t predict two things, though.

One, that he may have choked himself a bit too hard and with all the adrenaline, he accidentally got hard.

Second, that Rain noticed.

That’s how he ended up in his current predicament.

Naked, legs tied to one end on their bed with Dew’s guitar strap, arms bound together with Rain’s. His own strap wound tight around his neck and the bed, choking the multi ghoul with every slight movement.

That wasn’t the worst, though. What was, was Rain having Dewdrop bent over the edge of the same bed Swiss was laying on and fucking into him with slow but purposeful thrusts. The fire ghoul’s face was shoved into the bedding just next to Swiss’ legs and he could see the drool escaping Dewdrop’s mouth and his little tits bouncing with every thrust Rain gave him all to well. 

Swiss was in misery.

This was a punishment, Rain didn’t have to say it, but he did anyway, making it very clear, “What a fucking slut you are, you cannot contain yourself even a bit, even in front of seven thousand people? You got hard there!”

It went downhill from then, Rain manhandling him with much more force than anyone would expect looking at the lanky water ghoul. Dewdrop was an accident, though, he got interested in Swiss’ moans and whimpers at the rough handling and slipped into the room to join in on the fun. It was technically his idea with the guitar straps, and Rain couldn’t be more grateful for his brilliantly kinky mind.

The fire ghoul was well on his way to his third orgasm of the night, first on Rain’s fingers, and second on his tongue. It was only fair for the third to be on his cock. He gripped Dewdrop's hair just at the base of his skull, keeping his face in the mattress. His thighs were shaking so much that Rain had to use his other hand to hold him up by his hips in a bruising grip in order for the small ghoul to not literally fall off the bed.

Swiss was painfully hard for what seemed, and might actually be, hours now, head of his cock flushed purple, a puddle of precum in the hollow of his hip and his belly button. They didn't touch him anywhere even with a tip of their fingers, nothing. And with the way he was tied there was no way for him to do anything, especially with the strap around his neck. It was really fucking tight.

“R- Rainy,” Dewdrop whined, fists clenching and unclenching on the sheets.

“You close again, my pretty boy?” Rain asked, smoothing a hand over the fire ghoul’s sweaty back. All he could manage in response was squeezing around Rain and whining pathetically, tears in his eyes. He leaned down, his chest against Dewdrop’s back as he sneaked one of his hands to rub his clit, “Come on, then, baby.”

And come Dewdrop did, crying out and shaking so hard Rain had to hold him steady as he came down. The water ghoul gently slid out of his sopping cunt and gathered the fucked out ghoul in his arms. Dewdrop whimpered, clinging to Rain as he placed him down onto the small couch on the other side of the room and gave him a blanket, “Now, be a good boy and let me take care of that slut there, yes?”

The fire ghoul nodded, curling into a ball with a blanket around his shoulders. Rain walked back to the bed, hard cock bouncing as he walked, where Swiss was biting down on his own tongue so hard it was actually bleeding. Rain told him to be quiet, after all.

“What should I do with you, hm?” he wondered, standing above the multi ghoul with arms crossed over his chest. 

It wasn’t really a question, but Swiss was too far gone to not start begging, “Rain, Rainy, sweetheart, please, please, I’m begging you-”

“I didn’t say you could speak,” they interrupted him, and a chill went through him even despite the heat of the room, “but I like when you beg, so I’ll let that slide. You can keep doing that, actually.”

Swiss nearly cried in relief, as slight as it was,”T- thank you Rainy, please, do something, touch me, anything, please, sweetheart.”

“I’m quite tired actually, so I won't make you wait too long,” he yawned for good measure, “I wouldn’t leave you like that to take a nap, I’m not that cruel, you know?”

He did that before, but Swiss did have enough brain power left to not point that out, “No, y- you’re not.”

“Hm, sure,” Rain laughed, finally climbing onto the bed. He was so close, the anticipation was killing Swiss, but he still didn’t touch him.

The water ghoul straddled Swiss, so very carefully, as to not give him the reward of even the tiniest of touches. It was torture for him, everyone knew he was the type to have to touch his partners everywhere and anywhere, loving squishing them in his arms or being squished in someones, having every point of contact possible.

“Sweetheart, doll, please, I’m- hngh,” the multi ghoul started babbling again, but got cut off as Rain dropped his hips sitting down on his cock. Not literally, not in the way Swiss would want. Just sitting down on it, squishing it between his plush ass and Swiss’ own belly. He let out a breathy moan, his head shooting up, the guitar strap around his neck tightening and making him choke on his own spit.

“Huh, pathetic whore, I barely touched you,” Rain chuckled, curling a hand around his own cock, and Swiss felt the tears in his eyes well up even more, threatening to spill. “Aw, you’re gonna cry? Go on then, cry.”

He moved then, stroking his dick and grinding the multi ghoul’s into his belly even more and his tears fell. He wheezed out a choked out sob, hands straining against the guitar strap binding them.

“I told you I was tired, better cum quickly if you don’t want to be left hanging,” Rain whispered, quiet enough that he wouldn’t be surprised if Swiss missed it, and that was probably his plan. Having fucked Dewdrop minutes before, Rain himself was very close, and it took only a few second for him to shoot copious amount of cum onto Swiss’ chest. The multi ghoul tried to bend his head down enough to catch some of the pearly liquid onto his stuck out tongue but that only made him choke again. And Rain laugh, “Cumslut.”

“Rainy, sweetheart, I- I need more, pleasy, my k- knot, I-” Swiss pleaded, feeling Rain’s wet hole just above the painful swell on the base of his cock.

“Nuh-uh, too much work,” the water ghoul yawned, still grinding slowly.

“I can take it,” came from Dewdrop, but his excitement was quickly snuffed out when Rain glared in his direction.

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” he spat. “Got your princess treatment and decided to be a brat now?”

“No,” the fire ghoul mumbled, curling into himself again.

Rain scoffed, grinding down again and Swiss was powerless against the shock that went through his body when he felt the wet spade of Rain’s tail being shoved into his ass combined with the pressure on his dick. His back arched, the guitar strap choking him again, only adding to the pleasurable assault as his eyes rolled back. The multi ghoul’s orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave, vision going white as he floated away from his own body. 

When Swiss got back, though, he was untied, though still sprawled out onto the bed. Dewdrop was curled in a ball just against his side, and Rain was nowhere to be seen. What he did notice, though, was that the orgasm that made him literally black out didn’t bring any relief. 

Right, no one took his knot.

Swiss groaned, desperation returning to him just as Rain returned to their room, dressed in his sleep shirt, “Welcome back.”

“Rainy, my knot, you know how it hurts, I’ve got to-” the multi ghoul tried, curling one of his sore arms around the small fire ghoul.

“Told you, I’m tired,” Rain shrugged. “Dew fell asleep already, too. Maybe tomorrow.”

Swiss could only nod, swallowing audibly, as the water ghoul hopped onto the bed and curled himself into his other side.

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Swiss’ still flushed neck.

“Nighty,” he answered, knowing he was not going to sleep well.

#the band ghost #hypnone writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #fanfiction #smut #swissraindrop

[helluva-shit-show]

I swear I don't hate the show, I don't even hate any of the ladies above, not even Stella, it's just insanely unfair how the women get treated in Helluva.

And no, I don't need the creators of any given media to hold my hand and walk me through every tiny choice made by every character in said media.

Of course I can infer that Stella grew up in the same pre-determined mold Stolas was forced into. Of course I can infer that she learned tantrum behavior and violence probably got her what she wanted so her royal parents didn't have to hear it.

I can infer that Barbie self harms bc a tiny thin scar doesn't form a perfect circle around your forearm by accident, and an "X" doesn't perfectly cross out a tattoo that probably causes you great trauma to look at every day, on accident. Her tail scars are deeply concerning and saddening to think about, bc again, why do they PERFECTLY match her twin brother's natural markings? I can infer that his actions, intentional or not, deeply traumatized her, and her response was to remove a piece of herself that reminded her of him. It's dark, it's mature, it's compelling and it makes sense. The issue is, it will probably never be touched on.

I adore Millie, I adored her before season two was even announced. To the contrary, I actually don't care if she ever gets a deep deep dive at her backstory. There have been PLENTY of male characters across all kinds of media that are simply psychotic little murder gremlins, and no one ever bats an eye at it. I adore her as the murder gremlin queen she is. But as she's main cast, it's incredibly unfair by comparison how she gets utilized and how she doesn't. One minute she can take down a 60 meter tall fish monster single handedly, the next minute, because the plot wants this to be about the bois, a single hit breaks her arm to the point that BONE IS PIERCING THROUGH HER SKIN, and she just happens to get thrown directly into the world's MOST CONVENIENTLY PLACED AND ARMED bear-trap ever. It doesn't snag her face, her hair, or her hand or arm or torso or back, she falls just perfectly that her leg is just perfectly in its jaws. No arteries got caught? There's not an excess of blood, she's by the show's own dialogue, "fine." But she's benched for the rest of the episode.

And maybe it wouldn't be so bad from the critical eye if the excuse given for it wasn't SO hollow. "Helluva is more male focused and Hazbin is more female focused." Ma'am. Who do you think you're fooling out here. Angel Dust and Alastor built the HH fandom. Do you expect me to believe Mimzy or Niffty are going to be treated any better than the Helluva gals? Mimzy is literally already on the wiki as a "minor character".

It's truly ok to focus your story on males. There is literally a whole genre of anime focused on mostly male stories. But if someone, or a lot of someones, feel your female cast is lacking in substance, I find it insulting to dismiss them and say they're misreading the media and nitpicking. They care about the show, YOUR show, they care about YOUR characters, if you can remember back when you were a smaller creator HERE on tumblr, ppl love when you ask them about their OCs. And you don't have to spit out a quick bs backstory to your character if you haven't given it much thought, that's not what anyone is asking for. (Cough, Unhappy Campers, COUGH).

Idk how to wrap this critique up, so I'm just gonna say, Moxxie's mom is too badass to be Mrs. Knofirstname Knolastname. 🤡

#helluva boss #helluva boss s2 #helluva stella #helluva loona #helluva millie #helluva verosika #helluva sallie may #helluva beelzebub #helluva tilla #helluva Knolastname #helluva octavia #helluva barbie wire #helluva barbie #helluva critical #helluva critique #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #cw: selfharm #self-harm mention #selfharm mention

[just-mint-to-be]

Yandere könig + spanking? owo

CW: yandere, spanking, implied kidnapping

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‘Ahm sowy!’ Your voice gurgled, tears rendering every near sob of a word as partial gibberish. ‘Pleas.. reawy..reawy sorry!’ Gone was the brave being from minutes ago; the fiery, bravado filled fool of a h/c haired companion that had chosen to slap at his shoulder and spew curses during an attempted embrace.

König said nothing, his hands coming to cuff your wrists together before holding them above your head as he hooked you over the closest surface. You shrunk into yourself, your back curving in a watered down attempt at slipping free of them; as if he didn’t notice the fear and desperation in your eyes.

‘Consequences…’ he merely stated, pity absent from his tone. The male immediately felt a pang of remorse, but knew better than to vocalise it. He let his desire to comfort you become satiated in a half baked stroke against your cheek, a hollow ‘shhhh’ sounding as he sought occupation in your belt loops. In one, fell swoop, you felt the cool touch of air grave your now exposed rear.

‘No….’ You whimpered, ‘I..I don’t belong to you!’ If there rested any part of him that humoured any suggestion of going easy, it was vanquished. He grunted, not taking kindly to such lies; you were his in every sense of the word, he’d prove it to you here and now.

His to take, his to love, his to touch, his to pleasure… his to punish if needed.

The first spank came with a mighty clap, the accompanying sensation a fiery contrast to the air around you. Your arms pulled, but his own grip of them was all too eager, as was his insistence that you absorb your lesson fully. ‘Count them…’ he grunted, readying for the next blow.

‘W..ah!’ You cried, slipping into a soggy rendition of his order, ‘on..one’

‘That’s it…’ he murmured. The next was no easier, the sheer size of his palm making for a generous impact on your supple flesh.

‘Tw…two…’ you sobbed, feeling strength leave your form as you dropped slightly. A few more wracked you in succession, the numbers leaving your lips in a whining blur.

‘Three…seven…’

Slowly but surely, you became weaker in place. Alas, He was there to keep you still and steadfast, his arm abandoning yours to coil around your waist. He hitched you up further, giving you a momentary respite so that he may come to knead the tender site on your left cheek.

‘How many?’ König inquired, his digits grasping at the crimson imprint mimicking his harsher touches. ‘How many are we up to Y/n?’

Silence elapsed, and he noted the way your form dropped. Sweat varnished hair clung to your head, swaying lightly as you shook it. ‘I…I don’t remember…’ you confessed, the little sob that sounded at the end surely a premonition of what words he would deliver next.

‘Hmm…’ he chimed, straightening himself up once more, his hand jockeying for prime position behind you, ‘I guess we’ll start over then.’

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[choism]

Mommy!Seonghwa x AFAB!Reader

Genre: FWB to Lovers

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, romance at the end, more warnings under cut

A/N: Hello this is my bi yearly fic drop! lmao, I hope everyone likes it <3333 NSFW warning under the cut!

Remember, tumblr runs on reblogs, not likes <3

Warnings: Male Mommy kink, cunnilingus, oral (m + afab receiving), creampie (dont be a fool wrap your tool), penetration, throat fucking, dom seonghwa, rough sex, impregnation kink, breeding kink, just overall a filthy mess

He's a wreck.

Doesn't know how you will react. He knows that you are down for anything, it's why you became fuck buddies in the first place, but for some reason this specific thing has his nerves shaking.

"You want me to what?" You say, curiosity in your voice. You don't want to tease him too much, seeing as he looks like a ball of anxiety right now, fiddling with his thumbs. "Say it one more time for me."

"Fuck yn, really?" He bites his lip and looks up to the ceiling, gathering his courage once again before looking into your eyes,

"I want you to call me mommy while I fuck you, is that clear enough?"

The first time you had heard him, you were taken aback by the sudden request, but hearing how unsure he is of his own words, how nervous he is makes the neurons in your brain quiver with excitement.

You giggle and wrap your arms around his shoulders, "Want to fuck me, mommy?" You pout into a kiss, smiling deviously as he groans into your mouth. You lightly grind your hips into the hardening bulge inside his pants, going slow to tease him just that tiny bit more.

Seonghwa slowly rolls his hips into yours, placing his hand on your hip and gripping firmly. "Ah ah, just because I asked you to do me a favor doesn't mean you get to have control this time sweetheart." The brunette pushes you gently against the wall and buries his head into your neck, sucking a small, light hickey to mark you as his.

"No, I'm gonna have my way with you today. Bedroom." Seonghwa demands, and as much as you want to tease him further you see the feral look in his eyes, and you know you won't get your way. You do as he says and head into the bedroom, starting to strip yourself of your clothes as he follows in and does the same.

You are about to crawl on the bed when he takes a hold of your wrist and stops you. He glides his hand from your wrist to the top of your head, pushing lightly, and you take the hint.

You slowly sink to your knees as he strokes his now fully hardened cock, precum beading at the tip. You drool at the sight.

Seonghwa tilts his head back as he languidly strokes his cock to tease you, letting out small sighs of pleasure. He smears around the precum on his head with his thumb, taking that same digit and pushing it past your lips for you to suck on. You lick up his slick eagerly, swirling your tongue around his thumb as if it were his cock head, tasting his cum as if you were starved.

You could never grow tired of pleasing him this way.

He slips his thumb out and replaces it with the tip of his member onto your bottom lip, not pushing in but merely making an entrance to just further tease you.

"Open up for mommy, sweetheart."

You stick out your tongue and open up a bit more as he pushes just a bit past his tip into your mouth, letting you slick it up to take him in further. You roll your tongue along a prominent vein underneath his shaft and he lets out a short but loud groan in appreciation. He stops pushing in to let you adjust and take him further in yourself. Once settled you take him in further, not all the way to the pubic bone but near it, you swirl your tongue along his shaft, holding his thighs for support.

You take your time tasting him, engulfing him, and pleasuring him before taking him in even deeper to where he touches the back of your throat. His hand flies down and takes a hold of your hair as you breathe through your nose and try to keep yourself from gagging on him. You pull back a bit and hollow out your cheeks, sucking him further and harder.

At this point your throat fucking him all by yourself, thrusting his cock in and out of your mouth as if it were you own dripping hole being pounded into. You take him in and make obscene noises with each suck, the noise practically echoing off the walls and filling the room with sounds of sex and pleasure.

Seonghwa's groans increase in volume as you get messier with your motions, the mixture of drool and precum falling from your mouth onto your chest and the floor.

"M' close, where do you want mommy to cum?" He says through gritted teeth. His hand found its way back into your hair and is guiding you along his cock with each suck. "You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours? Want to be filled in both holes?" You gag around his cock with that last sentence and he starts to fuck your throat gently in lew of you halting your movements.

You breathe through your nose and moan around him to bring him closer, and with a few more thrust his hand grips your hair tight and he comes down your throat. Seonghwa loudly groans as he slows his thrust to a halt, his orgasm washing over him in smaller waves.

You slowly pull off of his softening cock with a pop and stand up.

"Open for Mommy."

You open your mouth to show him the bits of come that stayed on your tongue and he pulled you into a passionate kiss. Seonghwa can taste his own cum on his tongue but he doesn't care. He pulls apart, swallowing the substance. "Bed."

You do as he demands, laying down on the bed. You take the liberty of prepping yourself for his thick cock, slipping two fingers past your mouth and wetting them efficiently. You go to move them towards your aching pussy but Seonghwa stops you.

"Ah ah, I'll be doing the prep today." He takes his place between your legs and lifts your knees over his shoulders. He runs a run over your stomach and downward towards your center, cupping it lightly and teasing. "God you have such a pretty pussy." He licks a single stripe from your perineum all the way to the hood above your clit, lightly sucking on it.

"Mo-mommy..." You moan out gently as he inserts a finger, the stimulation and wetness overwhelming your senses. Seonghwa's pace slightly quickens as he feels your clit throb with immense pleasure. His sucks become harsher and his finger curls to hit the soft spongy spot inside of you, making you garble out nonsense in response to his minstrations.

"Mommy please, gonna come please!" The way he licks and sucks at your clit is absolutely animal. The sounds are lewd and wet and just bring you closer to the edge, his thick and long fingers fucking into methodically, attempting to coax out a stronger orgasm. He doesn't stop and you feel yourself come closer and closer to the edge until-

"Fuck!"

You yell as he pulls away, your orgasm washing away as soon as it built. He edged you. He brought you close and pulled you away near your peak and leaving your clit throbbing with anticipation it won't get until later.

"Fuck why Mommy please, fuck I wanna come please." You beg, tears pricking at your eyes from the stimulation being taken away.

"I want you to come on Mommy's cock, don't you want that? You want Mommy to make you feel full? Satisfied?" Seonghwa abrubtly enters you swift and hard, the head of his cock hitting your cervix but not in a painful way. You moan out so loud it's a borderline yell as he fills you up, every inch making you feel full, complete.

"Tell me what you want baby, want me to fuck you stupid? Fill you with my cum huh?" He's pounding into you roughly. You don't even know how he got hard again so fast but fuck did it feel so good. His cock was made for you. You were made to be fucked by him.

Seonghwa lifts your legs higher so his pelvis meets your ass with every full thrust, he's practically on top of you and slamming himself inside. He thumbs over your raw, abused clit, making sure to apply pressure but not move to much as to not bring you over the edge so quickly.

"Please..ngh, god...." Is all you can murmur as his thick cock claims you.

"Please what? Tell me what you want?" He says a bit shaky, clearly on the verge of losing control of himself as well.

"Cum...fuck Seonghwa cum inside please god." Tears well in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. You swear you've never been layed this good in your entire life, and who knew it would take a mere Mommy kink to bring you to such an edge.

"Want it inside? Want Mommy to make you a Mommy? Fill you up and breed you so good it'll be dripping out of you for weeks- fuck!" He feels his orgasm rapidly approaching and he knows your just as close.

His words hit you like a truck, the thought of being fucked so full of cum, of becoming a Mommy fills your senses to the brim and sends you over the edge. Your finish is so powerful you can feel your slick leaking and rubbing along his thighs and yours and he follows soon after with a few more deep thrusts, rope after rope of cum filling you, leaking out of you and dripping down your ass onto the bed.

The mixture of cum is immense and becomes apparent as Seonghwa pulls out of you, it spills out and immediately onto the sheets and like a puppy thirsty for water, Seonghwa leans down and cleans it up.

His tongue on your sensitive and puffy center quickly brings you into yet another orgasm. Your thighs shake as he cleans out the sticky mixture and you squeal with pleasure. Once he has fully lapped up your juices he gets up and grabs a washcloth to properly clean you both. When he comes back you notices the brunette hair on his head sticking to his forehead. He looks like he ran a marathon.

As he cleans you up and moves on to himself he says, "i think out of all the times we've fucked, that was the best one yet." He chuckles and plops a fresh pair of his pajamas next to you for you to get dressed in.

"You're right." You smile, throwing on his shirt. "You know, you said something really hot." He quirks an eyebrow.

"Want Mommy to make you a Mommy?"

His ears and face flush red with embarassment and he throws a pillow at you. "I- I just said it in the moment!" He scrambles for an explanation but you silence him with a deep kiss.

"It's okay, I liked it, you should say shit like that more often and maybe I'll wanna do more than fuck you." Seonghwa's face goes blank, clearly attempting to put two and two together in his head.

"Do you mea-"

"God your stupid." You fall on top of him and kiss him deeply, not with lust but with something deeper, with fire. "I want to date you, you dumbass."

Yeah, he's a wreck alright.

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

#seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #hwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa x reader #kpop smut #kpop x reader #mdni #smut

[veenxys]

「Obsessed! Shigaraki headcanons」

shigaraki loves you so deeply, so passionately and obsessively that ever since his heart decides to be yours, you are the only thing he can think of or see. it is as if you were the same soul in two bodies; the true love of each other’s lives and he believes so faithfully and obsessively in it.

and that is the problem. if you wanted to dance he’d let you wreck the furniture, if you wanted to cook he’d let you burn down the house and if you wanted to scream he would let you deafen him. he never loved anyone enough to let them destroy him but god you could grab him by the throat and his eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between you two.

he tends to follow you around, completely changing his routine to yours because he just can’t be without you. sometimes it’s almost scary; he makes your breath hitch with his intensity, his need and his obsession with you. his presence is so intoxicating, his gaze so penetrating that you can’t help but feel lost sometimes, because you know he means he’ll go crazy if he loses you. you are the only person who gives him hope, the only person who can take his mind off the darkness; without you he feels empty, hollow, letting any and all negative thoughts invade his mind as he wonders where you are, if you’re okay, if you need him as much as he needs you.

however, he cannot always follow you or accompany you and this kills him inside. he feels a huge sadness rip through his chest but mostly a wave of fear and agony. he’s genuinely afraid of what people might do to you, afraid of leaving you alone, afraid that he won’t be there to protect you and most of all afraid of you leaving him. he knows it’s irrational, but he can’t help it. and it’s those racing thoughts and aching heart that make him come to you; regardless of where you are, he will find you with the excuse that he needs you for something, but deep down you know the real reason.

when he finally finds you, he wraps you in his arms, the one place you’ll always be safe. he puts his face on your neck and inhales your scent deeply as he presses you closer to him, which makes him lose himself in that moment for a few seconds while all he can see, feel or think is you.

he has a habit of stealing your shirts or jackets on cold, lonely nights; he needs anything to feel you there, to trick his own mind and heart. so he usually hugs your shirt; smelling it deeply as if he was searching and feeling every last bit of you, every detail of you. and it's when his mind is full of thoughts and memories of you that's when he finally can sleep; and, on lonelier and cooler nights, he usually takes one of your jackets and puts it behind him, tying it around him as if you were really there, hugging him; he tries to fool himself into saying it’s really you there hugging and protecting him while your scent subtly invades every pore of him until he can finally fall asleep; dreaming with you there, holding him tenderly.

he refuses to keep his hands off you; there’s a feeling of obsession and care in the way he touches you, especially around others, as if he’s showing everyone that you’re his, and nothing is going to change that. he pulls you and protects you with his body when someone gets too close to you, he says he does it because he doesn’t want anyone to bother you, but in fact he doesn’t want anyone to touch you the way only he can. he also likes to pull you into his lap, wrapping an arm protectively around your waist while occasionally dropping a chaste kiss on your shoulder or neck; he also likes to whisper in your ear or hold you a little tighter when you’re not paying attention to him.

by the way, he won’t let anyone touch you; absolutely no one. for him, he is the only one who can touch, protect and care for you. no one is allowed to touch you because he is afraid someone will hurt you or someone will take you away from him and just thinking about it makes his blood boil in his veins. a villain once tried to throw a casual arm around you as you spoke, and shigaraki was quick to grab him by the neck and say “don’t. fucking. touch. them” sounding so possessive and blind by rage while turning him to dust. and he saw it all with a terrifying but satisfied smile on his face.

he loves to look at you; he doesn’t care if you catch him looking at you or if you’re embarrassed, he won’t stop. he loves admiring every little detail of you, every curve, every mark, every scar, every story. he is completely in love and obsessed with your beauty and uniqueness; you are so pure and precious and, to him, you are the most beautiful person there is. he heartedly knows every little quirk and mannerism of yours, he knows you so well that scares you sometimes.

you don’t know but he loves watching you sleep. there’s something so pure and peaceful about the way you feel comfortable enough to sleep next to him that makes his heart race with a feeling of love and affection. you look like an angel, he thinks as he gently caresses your cheek, taking great care not to wake you. he could spend hours and hours admiring everything about you and falling in love even more like it was the first time.

he likes to listen to your heart. he has a habit of lying on top of you and wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly while resting his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat and feeling your calm breathing. and for a moment he forgets everything, who he is or everything he has lived, he can only think about you, you and you. and he would do anything to make sure it never stopped. even if it meant he wouldn’t always be there to listen.

you are everything he thinks, sees or feels. everything he does is for you and your future; he wants to protect and have you for the rest of his life. your soul and love is entwined with his and he will love you even after he becomes a whisper among the vastness of the stars.

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