#you are all rewarded with art from my pain

[iodotsys]

Dib’s had a bad day, as he usually does. Laugh at his pain.

#invader zim #dib membrane #its been a day #you are all rewarded with art from my pain #my art

[writingmeraki]

here and now.

a kim mingyu drabble !

pairing : secret!agent!mingyu x secret!agent!reader, established relationship ( they are married )

genre : angsty with fluff :)

warnings : reader is pretty miserable, cussing, cheol is mean but annoying mean, petnames, kissing, unhealthy routines.

author's note : ohhh i can't let go of these two, i rlly jst like this au a lot lol, i wonder if you would want more set in this same au, lmk hehe :) hope you like this !! but also the fact that i have other wips but i can't get this specific couple out of my head ???? very self indulgent bcoz tell me why i want this mingyu with me rn. also third work this month...let's hope we keep balling like that!!!

set in the SAME universe as this !

word count : 1.6k

The world was miserable.

You wanted to curl up in a ball and just lay in your bed, sleeping until you could no longer differentiate between reality and dreamland.

But alas, you couldn’t. As an agent, sleep to you was like a reward. One would think a need should never be something you get once in a while but, your job was practically making all your essentials feel like rewards. 

Mayhaps not the healthiest, but you were already used to it and your body as well, so you were not truly affected when you couldn’t get any of your essentials. 

Though, you were sure the world felt more miserable because you hadn’t seen him in so long.

Kim Mingyu, the man you married. Your husband.Your other half, your other puzzle piece, your other- you get the point. Six months, twelve days, and ten hours since you last saw him. 

He was gone on a mission that was supposed to take no less than a month, but who were you kidding? Who was your boss kidding? Top priority missions always took up time. 

The thing that still pisses you off is why you weren’t allowed to go with him. 

Apparently, you were needed back in Seoul and not there was the bullshit reason. You spent enough time being annoyed and angry at that, now you just felt terribly upset. Upset without him in your life physically, sure virtually he was one message away, but being on the complete opposite side of the globe also meant time zones were a pain in the ass.

Sighing, you made your way into the tall building disguised as one of the offices but it was where your agency was. You held a cup of coffee, that was just as bitter as your mood, in fact you didn’t even like coffee, but today you felt no point in trying to uplift your mood because the only thing that would was a certain person who you were not even sure when you’d meet. 

It was not you who felt this way, in fact Mingyu was probably feeling worse. Having been someone whose love language was physical affection, it did not feel the same through a fucking screen. He was ready to quit actually, three months into it because he terribly wanted to see you, but you convinced him he’d be back sooner if he finished it. 

You knew you were lying to him and yourself, but you had no choice. This was your duty right? 

The boss’ office was still as peculiar as he was, never failing to amuse you whenever you’d enter and always finding new collections or items decorating it. Today, you saw an art piece that was of the sun and the moon. 

Everything reminded you of him. He was your sun, even your moon too. 

You frowned more at the thought, wondering how the heck were you not able to not think of him for a few minutes. Then again, perhaps being together for more than a decade would do the trick. You’re practically bound permanently by that point. 

Sitting down on the cushion chair in front of Seungcheol, you didn’t even bother greeting him, still in thoughts until you heard a chuckle from in front of you. 

“What’s funny?”

“You look extra miserable today.” 

You glared at the man, annoyance changing into anger with retorts about how he’d feel if he was kept away from his partner for this long, considering he was someone who was pretty boastful about his partner. 

“But- I did not call you for that. I have a special mission for you. And no, I don’t have any updates on Mingyu.”

You groaned at his words, considering what he said was just getting worse and worse as he spoke. 

“For this though, you’ll have someone with you. You’ll be needing another person to complete this task. They should be arriving in a few minutes.” 

“Please don’t be a rookie, I don’t have the patience to deal with one, not right now.” You figured you couldn’t not do it. It was your job after all. But perhaps he’d be a little considerate. 

“Oh don’t worry, I think they are pretty experienced, maybe even more than you.” He grinned but you couldn’t quite put a finger on what he meant. His eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t tell. 

“Just say you hate me, Cheol. It’s easier.” You bitterly spat out, taking a sip of the now cold coffee and frowning in distaste. It seemed it was up to par with your state. 

You leaned back, looking at the watch on your wrist, seeing it’s been a few minutes already and wondering just how long this person would take. 

You tried to pinpoint who it possibly was, but you were never good with names of people you might have seen in passing. That was more of Mingyu’s thing, he always remembered the forgettable things. 

The sound of the door opening was what made you perk up. You sat a little straighter, feeling like perhaps you shouldn’t make it outwardly obvious to the entire population how you were truly feeling. 

Seeing the chair pull, you didn’t bother looking besides you, feeling that seeing them from the corner of your eye was enough. They were a little further from you, but you could tell they were quite…large? They were wearing a cap and a mask, practically their entire body was covered with a black coat. It was suspicious and you just wondered if this was just an excuse for Seungcheol to have you murdered in a discreet way. 

Seokmin…? No, he's almost my height, probably Chan? 

You didn’t even realise the person had taken your coffee, pulled off their mask,took a sip of it and almost spat it out. 

“Baby this is actually so disgusting, since when did you drink this?” 

Wait.

You recognised that voice. 

He kept the cup back down on the table in front of you, wearing that very very familiar ring on his left ring finger. 

You think your brain short circuited at that very moment. 

Now you knew why Seungcheol had a sly grin. 

The fucker planned this. 

In all his glory, Kim Mingyu sat beside you, now seeing no point in wearing the cap, he tossed it off and threw it on the table. He shuffled his hair, which was now longer than you last saw it.

“Missed me?” He had the audacity to say that with his stupid canines peaking out, wearing that stupid grin that made you feel giddy all over and the stupid glint in his eyes that shone as he took you in.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Mingyu for making you feel like throwing up in all mixes of emotions. 

So in the mix of it, you just remained frozen. Eyes blank, nothing on your face physically to indicate any emotion. 

“I’ll leave you two…just don’t do…stuff.” Seungcheol retorted and your hands itched to strangle him. 

Before you could even comprehend you were now alone, you felt your chair being pulled to face him. Your mind still in disbelief and conflict.

“Hi.” He spoke gently, his hands now reaching towards yours and grasping them. It had been way too long since he smelt your signature perfume, held your hands in his with the same intensity, felt your touch. He thinks he might just die in peace now. 

“I’m just trying to figure out if I’m dreaming.” You murmured as you blinked slowly at him, still unmoving even though he now was bent down and closer to you.

The grin on his face widened as he leaned in, and next thing you know, you felt his lips on yours. 

Familiar…just like…home. 

He pulled back, still smiling as he softly laughed, “Real enough, darling?”

Mingyu wasn’t someone who was caught off-guard easily but he was the moment you launched forward and wrapped your arms around him. He yelped as he held you, surprisingly not toppling over.

You didn’t even grasp you were full on sobbing at that point, your entire body shaking and held you even more tightly. He stood up, one arm around your waist and the other gently rubbing your back. 

“I’m here now, I’m here.” He whispered softly as his hand caressed your hair, you moved your arms to wrap them over his shoulder as you placed your head in the crook of his neck. 

“i-i really-” missed you. I felt incomplete without you. I just…I really missed you. I really fucking love you.

You wanted to say as cheesy as it may have sounded, but cheesiness be darned you couldn’t hold back, not when the time apart made you realise that it didn’t matter if it was just another way of showing your love for him. You also realised Kim Mingyu deserved all possible ways of showing your love for him.

“I know, ‘s okay baby, I know.” You only sobbed harder as you pulled back, not caring how you looked, probably a whole mess with red eyes and tears all over, his arms were still around you as you held his face with both hands. 

He was there. You thought as you caressed his cheeks. He was there. You thought as he looked at you like he’d finally found his treasure,eyes twinkling, smiling at you.

And he was there, right there, with you as you tilted your head up, closing your eyes and placing your lips on his. 

Because no matter what or how long, Kim Mingyu would always find his way back to you, his other forever half. 

And oh, you’d make sure he was never apart from you from then on. Not even for a day. 

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[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, captivity, possessive behavior, non - consensual touching, hinted past stalking, hinted non - con, i keep making fairy tale references kfjhks My ko - fi <3

You actually feel calm now, almost at peace - although you can never be truly peaceful in the forest, you guess this is as close as it can get. You flip through the pages of the book, scanning the fireplace with the corner of your eye. It needs more wood, but it still keeps the cottage nice and warm. You tug at your big fluffy sweater - and think about just how domestic, how cozy this scene would be if you couldn't hear his footsteps creeping up behind you. You clear your throat and clutch the book closer to your stomach, trying to ignore him - hoping he'll go away if you pay him no mind. And just like the last few times, he sticks around like mud.

"Are you reading those fairytales again?" Raven calls out mockingly, the click of his tongue teasing your ear. He grasps your shoulders lightly, trying to take a peek at your book from behind the chair. You try to close it, but his hands quickly find your wrists, holding them in place. Now hyper - aware of his chest pressing against your back, you give in and let him look as his body heat spreads to your neck. "Such a pretty illustration, isn't it?" He hums to himself, a fox - like grin ruining his delicate features. When you don't respond, he just keeps going. "The knight kills the monster and rescues the princess." He reads the caption under the drawing, playing curious. "They live happily ever after." He flips the page. "The end." He mouths, averting his gaze.

You clench your fists and try to count to ten before you say something you will regret. You don't know why or how, but just one look at his face is enough to set you off nowadays. And anger is a losing battle - anger has you laying across his knees with your panties in your mouth, muffling your pained cries he likes to pretend are moans as he paints your butt red. So you shut up and bide your time.

"How sweet." The man chuckles with malice, quickly turning towards you just like a snake would curl around an unsuspecting little mouse. "I guess life really imitates art. Just like you and me." He observes with a self-satisfied smirk, reaching to light his cigarette. You hate when he smokes inside the house - the nicotine fume sticks to the walls for hours and you start choking and coughing, but he shows little concern for your heath; not that it's a huge surpirse to you.

"What do you mean?" You raise one eyebrow, hoping to at least take your mind off the nasty, overwhelming smell. If he sees your unease, he doesn't mention it, choosing to inhale even deeper, with his full chest. "You're the pretty damsel in distress." Raven explains calmly, charcoal eyes sinking into your vision like claws. It makes you feel naked, vulnerable - dissected to your very molecule. "And I am your knight." He lets his sharp teeth reflect in the dim light. "I saved you from those pesky insects who kept sulling you." You cringe at the way his tongue piercing drags against his canines. Track - track. "Aren't you glad I removed those obstactles for ya?" He gives you a crooked, sarcastic smile. "I think your hero deserves a little reward for all the trouble he went through just for you."

You blink away the tears as you are forced to remember it all in one breath. The police sirens - the investigation. The blood on your family's threshold. The used condoms hanging on your door for all neighbours to see, and the thousand messages calling you ugly names for months on end.

"You're no hero." You mumble under your breath, digging your nails deep into your palms - desperate to keep your tongue behind your teeth. But he hears you - he always does, and he just nods in agreement, coming close. Coming to take you.

Raven stands before you, hovering over you with one hand on the ashtray and the other tilting your chin up so you'd have no choice but to look at him and him alone. "Perhaps you're right." He admits, taking a puff off his long cigarette and blowing it in your face right after - simply in love with the way your eyes narrow in frustrated defiance as you wave away the thick smoke. "Perhaps I am not the hero, but the monster. The dragon." He laughs to himself, stubbing out the burning fag. You don't know what it is that he finds so funny, but you wish you knew so you could laugh along instead of crying.

He cages you in against the sofa, causing you to press even harder against the soft backrest. The message is clear - you'd let the house consume you before you let him as much as kiss you.

"It fits the story nicely, don't you think?" The man remarks, playing with a strand of your hair gleefuly just like a child would. You assume he derives some sick pleasure from touching you so casually - from caressing you, petting you, holding you. It's not even sexual, but it always shakes you to your core, and maybe for him that's the best part - where you can't go anywhere, but in his arms.

"Huh?" You break from your thoughts, growing confused. "Your analogy." He explains while still all over you. "It makes sense. I fought for you, and I won you fair and square." His eyes light up with the ferocity of a hunter. "I wanted you so I took you like the greedy bastard I am. I have no regrets - and if that makes me a villain, then so be it. I will burn the world down if it means you'd be all mine." His fist wraps around your loose locks, almost gentle, but not quite. There is something unnatural in his smile - you can't help, but imagine blood dripping from his chin. "But there is something your magic tales get wrong." Raven whispers diabolically, snapping his fingers. Everything goes dark - and his coat slips down on the floor.

"W-what?" You ask, shaking like a leaf - both afraid and deadly curious. You try to sharpen your senses, but you remain blind to his shadow - and the way it moves right between your legs, positioning them around his hips. You feel his manhood prod at your pubic bone, and you heart sinks to your stomach. "The ending." Your captor mutters, pushing you on your back, and you curse the electronic chair when it goes all the way down with little fight. "The moment when the cards are on the table..." He all but tears off the first button of your shirt. "And the princess is all alone with the monster. Face to face - with nowhere to go."

His tongue is hot on your neck - you try to push him off, but he pins down your wrists with feral force, growling like a wild beast. "And this time no one is coming to save her."

#yandere #male yandere #yancore #yandere smut #male yandere x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere male x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 12/13﹕✦﹕┈・୧

keigo takami x f!reader -> nipple play, thigh riding

-> art credit goes to the wonderful @/kadeart

-> event masterlist

being the number two hero’s assistant at work had it’s own perks. you had a lavish salary, you had a lot of work so you were busy in the best of ways, you had hawks — the bestest perk ever. you got to be near him, near enough so you could smell his wonderful cologne whenever he talked to you, near enough to see his beautiful crimson wings and how they had a life of their own. expressing hawks’ moods whenever. sometimes they’d be extra perky, sometimes faltered up when he’s bored/annoyed. sometimes flared up when he’s a little moody.

you also know what he likes/dislikes by your heart. his favorite coffee, his favorite restaurant place he likes to takeout from. and his antics and his charm whenever he wants something.

it started a few months ago with a drunken one night stand which has now made you hawks’ most favorite toy and loved toy ever. you don’t want to label it as a relationship, part of you dreads he would run away if you got a little too clingy. part of you could almost see hawks wanting you to be his baby-mama with the way sometimes his pupils slit and his gaze darkens in the most carnal, predatory & animalistic of ways.

whether he would just shamelessly look down your ass when you wear a pencil skirt, bend you over his table and tease you with his semi protuding between your ass cheeks and call you cute for whimpering for him. or whether it’s one of his sick games. oh yeah— hawks loves to play with his prey, you.

today’s game was boredom. keigo was bored and sick of the paperwork he had, being the fastest hero sure had some disadvantages too. slumping dramatically over his desk, his brain smirked at what was next. he called you to his cabin, feathers quickly locking and shutting the roor while he yanked you to straddle his thigh, skirt hiked up and shirt’s buttons loosened. “fuck- hawks- what are you?” you gasped softly while his hands massaged your mounds with a hum.

“ssh~ is it professional to speak to your boss like that?” he smirked, leaning in and biting your sensitive earlobe. your breasts were pulled out of your bra cups, while you could feel your cheeks darken at the embarrassment and flustering situation keigo has put you in. you gasped, your pelvis on fire with the way he knows how to touch your body in the best ways.

“god it’s tiring to read so much.” keigo sighs, pinching and squeezing your nipples while you feel the pressure on your clit when he hikes his knee up. you gasped out, whimpering & mewling at the tug on your hardened nipples. “please- shit oh my god.”

hawks smirked, and you could feel his cockiness when he whispered. “it’s so lewd how you’re not listening—“ he mumbled, “don’t make me punish you now.” he warned once, pinching your nipple harshly so the pain makes you comply.

“hmm, so, where was i? yeah.” he grinned, still toying with your nipple and “grind on my thigh.” he commanded, and it was as if you had no choice but to comply. cheeks flushed as you moved your pelvis against him while he didn’t leave your nipples alone. “you will read these paperwork reports, all the ones which are left, and until we’re done… you don’t cum.”

a rebellious whine escaped from your parted lips, brows furrowed as you continued, and even though hawks had been relentless in toying with your pebbled nub, he means it. “come on; it should be rewarding in some ways.. shouldn’t it babybird?”

“go on… read.” hawks’ voice was a threatening order. while you whimpered, trying so hard to focus on the piece of paper in front of you.

“the- the smuggling gan- gang res- responsible for the smuggling of antiques was, hnng- recently caught by the wing hero.” you pathetically finished the sentence, while hawks could feel himself losing his mind over the way his cock threatened to come out from the tent in his pants.

“aw good girl.” hawks smirked, “continue… go on.” he continued, kissing the sweet spot in your neck & suckling onto your skin, breaking it into a hickey.

eventually, after long, cumbersome 44 minutes of you sniffling, whimpering, and begging hawks to let you cum, hawks melted. “awh, she’s crying now?” he cooed, kissing your cheek.

“go on babybird, cum for me.” he smiled, and you tipped off the edge, staining your pants and also his thigh while your nipples were sore from the continuous playing hawks never got tired of.

your mouth parted in a silent scream when you whimpered and tipped off the edge, nerve wracking orgasm tearing through you. “that’s it, sweet girl.” hawks cooed, kissing your cheek and eventually eating your sniffles in a silent, passionate kiss.

he did the courtsey of dressing you up, primming you up & kissing your chin. “that’s it girl, that’s it. you did so well for me. you know that? hmm?” his behavior had changed completely, peppering your face with soft and tender kisses all over. “gonna need you to go to dinner with me, love bird.” he cooed, while you hummed in a nod.

“sure, hawks.” you spoke out, wiping your tears and reduced to a mess in subspace.

“it’s keigo, sweetness.”

#hawks bnha #bnha hawks #hawks x reader #hawks thirst #hawks smut #keigo takami #keigo x reader #hawks x reader smut #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha thirst #bnha smut #mha smut #mha thirst

[voxsremotec0ck]

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝.ᐟ

Vox x fem!reader angst based off this art || Dubcon

“Come to my office immediately.”

You were sitting at your desk when your boss called, his tone giving away his bad mood and letting you know exactly what was about to happen.

The same thing that’s been happening since you started working for the overlord.

When you step into the large monitor room, Vox is sitting in his chair, staring at the dozens of screens that showed live security footage of Valentino.

More specifically, Valentino fucking Angeldust.

“Bend over, you know the drill.” Vox said, not even sparring you a glance.

“Yes, Sir.” You mumbled and did as you were told, slipping your panties out from under your skirt in the process. You didn’t even get to place your hands on the desk before Vox slammed you down and shoved his cock inside of you.

You hissed at the sudden intrusion, expecting him to at least use lube like he always did. Instead he fucked you hard and fast, make you grip onto his desk.

Vox was more pissed off than usual.

“Angel baby, I’ve missed you so much.” You heard Val through the speakers along with the pornstars moans and you suddenly understood.

Vox’s hand was suddenly between your shoulder blades, pushing you down hard as he fucked himself deeper into you. The feeling of his dick pushing against your sweet spot turned the pain to pleasure and you whimpered out, “Sir-“

“Shut the fuck up!” Vox yelled, reaching a hand around to cover your mouth. His claws dug into your cheeks painfully and you felt tears welling up.

Your bosses thrusting became more erratic and sloppy, letting you know that he was close. His hands gripped you tighter and you tried your best to just lay there and take it, just how he likes you, until you felt him cum deep inside of you with a groan of, “Fuck, Val.”

You left his office soon after with a promise of, “Your cooperation and silence will be rewarded as usual.”

The ache in your chest after these moments never gets easier to deal with. Especially when you remember that this all started with your stupid little crush on him.

This probably sucks but it’s finished

#hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox #vox smut #vox fanfiction #vox angst

[etfrin]

→ ❝Lipstick Stains and Love Bites | Ethan Landry❞´ˎ-

Warning - NSFW | blowjob, making out, | lmk if I forgot anything.

Ethan Landry x afab! Reader

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

A/N: this was my first time writing a blowjob, help, was it good?

Summary - you mark his neck with pretty love bites and his dick with your favorite lipstick shade!

Being on Ethan's lap was a huge comfort for you after a tiring day. Your head is on his shoulder, softly breathing onto his skin as he wraps his arm around you to hold you.

Neither of you was talking, but basking in each other's comfort. His body heat is reassuring, and how his chest rises with each breath calms you down. Making you melt into him.

This was mundane. This was everything.

Taking in his scent, citrus, and something woody. You decided to press your lips onto his neck. Something seemingly innocent. You wanted to pepper kiss him all over because of love.

He doesn't say anything but lets out a sigh, his body relaxing even more beneath you as he feels your lips. He tilts his head to give you more access and that was all the permission you needed.

You start slowly, your lips pecking his skin in innocent kisses until your mouth finds a spot it particularly likes. And without even realizing you started to suck. It was soft, nothing to form a hickey over.

But you felt his breath hitch from the action. He made a sound that was filled with need. A small, deep groan escaped him.

It makes you suck the spot harder. Your teeth now meet the skin for a soft bite. He groans louder. Your lips get faster, the skin turning into a pretty shade of red. Your teeth again meet the flesh to bite. You lick around the mark to soothe the pain. The first love bite of the day.

What started as just mere cuddling now turned into something more. You made sure not a single inch of his skin escaped the assault of your lips. Meanwhile, all Ethan did was let out encouraging groans and squeeze your hip with his hand urging you to continue. His erection poked your thigh but you were too busy painting this boy's bruises to give it much-needed attention.

You lean back, breathless from your actions of the past minute to admire the art you made on his skin. All red and the beginning of purple forming on his neck at various places with various sizes. Poor boy would have to wear a turtleneck for a week after this.

You bite your lower lip, feeling yourself getting needy but you want to make this about him. So, ignoring your pleasure for the moment you decided to reward your boyfriend for how good he is.

Remembering the lipstick he gave you last week gave you a filthy idea you wanted to play out. You got out of bed which made Ethan whine, “Babe, where are you-” You shot him a look, reassuring him that it wasn’t over just yet. Looking through your drawers, you finally found the lipstick he bought you last week. It was a sudden gift, you remembered all the blushing and fumbling he did as he had handed you the gift saying you would look so beautiful with this shade on your lips.

Now, it’s time to find out if this shade of red would look pretty smeared all over his cock.

You apply the lipstick, enjoying the confusion on his face. His eyes glossed with pleasure and lust, His brown curls were a mess with how much your finger ran through, and his body was flushed with a shade lighter than the lipstick you were wearing right now. You find your way back to his lap.

“How do I look?” you asked him, your tone teasing. “Beautiful,” he whispers, breathless and rough, “But, baby, I need you-”

You find yourself interrupting his sentence by saying with a smile of a siren, “How do you think this shade will look smeared on your cock?”

It took him a moment to realize what you meant. You knew you would always remember the way his eyebrow furrowed in question and the click of his brain as his eyes widened and he finally got what you meant by that. Oh, he was so adorable. He lets out a deep groan, “Please, love, please..” He pulls you into a sudden kiss. A yelp escaping your lips at the suddenness of his soft lips meeting with yours. He tasted the donuts you shared with him earlier today. He tasted heavenly. He kissed you like a man starving. As if his kiss were a form of worship. You moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity he was showing.

The kiss breaks, leaving both of you breathless. ”Please,” he whispers, the lipstick staining his lips. After pressing another soft kiss on his lips, you go down and unzip his pants.

You find yourself stroking his cock in that tight grip he likes, a breathless whine leaving his mouth as his eyes shut close from feeling the softness of your palm around his girth. His hips jerk, fucking your fist at a sensual pace.

His angry red tip forms beads of pre-cum that you lean forward to lick. The salty taste of his cum makes you whine softly, his hips jerking a bit faster as he feels your tongue glide across his cockslit. He groans, "Please, stop teasing."

You chuckle as he continues to plead. Your lips move down on his length, kissing his dick so the lipstick would be smeared while your tongue would trace the pulsing veins of his cock. You could feel it twitch. 'Cute' you think before deciding to put the boy out of his misery.

You start taking his length into your mouth slowly, making sure to cover your teeth. Maybe it was desperation, maybe it was needed but Ethan's hip bucked into your mouth, the tip of his dick hitting your throat.

His eyes widen when you choke around his cock, saliva coating your lower chin. Neither of you move as you get used to his length. "I- I am sorry-" Ethan whines, "You feel so good…"

Ignoring his apology, knowing that you'll get him back later for this. You start to suck, your tongue swirling around his cockhead and the veins. You close your eyes and let yourself indulge. You start slow, bobbing your head up and down.

You hold Ethan's hand and place it in your hair. You felt him stroke through his hair as he began to shallowly thrust into your mouth, making sure not to gag you. "This feels so good, you feel so perfect," he whimpers, "Ah… your mouth is so warm, fuck, love."

When he sees you, your mouth stretches to accommodate his thick length, your drool rolling down your chin, and lipstick smeared on your face. He was done. The hand that was stroking your hair, gripped your locks tightly, keeping your head in place. You open your eyes in question, you take in the sight of a debauched Ethan. "Sorry," he whispered, "I'll cum soon, so just take it… alright."

With that warning, he begins to thrust into your mouth without care whether you choke or gag. He moans, "You look so beautiful like this, I couldn't control myself. You're so pretty. You were born to suck my cock, right? I am sorry- I am sorry for being so rough."

He whines as he continues to thrust into the wet heat of your mouth, you moaning around his length, the vibration of the sound making this so much better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed as he kept bucking his hips into your mouth. He moans out your name as thick ropes of cum fill your mouth, some spilling and painting your chin because you couldn't swallow it all.

He takes his cock out of your mouth and wipes the drool and his cum off your face. When he opens his mouth to apologize yet again, you shush him by saying, "I'll get you back for it, E. Sometimes you keep forgetting that you're just a toy. Now lay down, pretty boy, I am not done yet."

#oneshot #character x reader #x reader #x you #fem reader #x female reader #x reader smut #smut #x you smut #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry smut #ethan landry scream #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x you #jack champion #ghostface x you #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream movie #scream 6 #scream x reader #scream smut #scream fanfic #scream vi #fanfic #🍒 a —smut ⋆

[thepaperpanda]

Take things slow || Shigaraki Tomura x fem!Reader

Summary: being in particularly good mood, Shigaraki chose to take it slow with you

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampie, spit kink, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of knife play, mentions of blood, squirting, choking

Word count: 700

Author: Bear 

A/N: this marks my debut in the Kinktober '23 Collab event, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Today's prompt is: Creampie.

Masterlist

"You look so cute milking my fucking cock like that's the only thing you know how to do, huh, whore?" His voice, despite the degradation in his words, carried a softness that sent shivers through your body. 

Your pussy clenched around his cock, responding eagerly to his words.

Tonight was unusual, a departure from Shigaraki's usual roughness. Shigaraki's unusually good mood that day led to him being more willing to handle things with a touch of gentleness when it came to you. He had chosen to go slow with you, savoring every inch of your beautiful, sexy body. He wanted to watch you squirm with every touch, every deep thrust of his cock in your tightness.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat glistened on your forehead and temples, making you look even more enticing. You wanted to respond, but you couldn't. 

His hand gripped your throat tightly. His thrusts were unhurried but profound. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your tight pussy being filled with his length echoed in the room. It was a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure, an intoxicating sensation that had you addicted. For these reasons and a thousand more, leaving him was simply impossible.

"I could do some art with a knife, writing my initials on your beautiful thighs," he whispered against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine; he then nipped at your earlobe. "So exciting, I could lick them clean of your blood." His voice dripped with desire as he continued his sensual exploration. "Cum for me again, whore."

"I-I don't think I can, master," your voice quivered, and you could hardly believe the number of times you had reached the peak of pleasure already; you were always surprised by the stamina that Tomura had in bed.

"I damn well know you can, slut," he encouraged you, his hand still firmly gripping your throat. Shigaraki took advantage of your open mouth, collecting some of his saliva and, with an audacious sound, spat it into your waiting mouth. The droplet landed at the tip of your tongue, and without hesitation, you swallowed it down. Shigaraki's chest swelled with pride, and as a reward, he spat again, this time right onto your already slick clit. He couldn't conceal the smirk that spread across his face when he saw the droplet sliding down your folds, reaching the point where your bodies were connected. "I know you can, because you're your master's good pet."

By then, his thrusts had become delightfully sloppy, and with each one, he released a mix of compliments and degrading words into your ear. A knot was forming deep within you, signaling the approach of a new orgasm. Your moans revealed your desire, as did the way you clung to his throbbing dick, unwilling to let go. 

"Come on, doll. Make your master proud," Shigaraki snarled, and a few more intense thrusts were all it took to push you over the edge. This time, though, it was different. Your essence surged from your core, splashing between your thighs and wetting Shigaraki's abdomen and the bed. You could see, even with your eyes half closed, a wry grin on his face.

Shigaraki relentlessly pistoned into your eager pussy, his determination clear as he aimed to reach his own climax. In just a matter of minutes, he gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place as he released deep inside you. Afterward, he withdrew to savor the sight of the copious amount of semen mingling with your own fluids, all dripping from your entrance. You groaned when you felt two fingers enter your pussy. Tomura just wanted everything to stay inside and not waste any of his cum. A single thought that in a few months he might see you round with his child and your breasts full of milk for the baby made him want to fill you full of his cum until you can't take it anymore. "Goddamn. You’re my good slut," he whispered on your lips, giving you a soft kiss. 

Exhausted, you closed your eyes, every slight touch sending shivers down your spine as your body was still overstimulated. "Only for you, my master," you whispered, your lips barely parting.

#kinktobercollab‘23 #kinktober 2023 #kinktober2023 #bnha smut #mha smut #tomura shigaraki #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki smut #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura smut #smut oneshot #mha shigaraki #mha drabble #mha oneshot

[magentasdoodles]

So in @novalizinpeace’s poppy playtime au, specifically in the cartoon portion, the critters have these magic pendants that give them certain abilities. This isn’t limited to the gang, and all sorts of different pendants exist for different characters, but there’s a catch.

In this post, they talk about how if the magic in the pendant overwhelms a critter, it can transform them into a myth, a magical, monstrous being with incredible power, but can sometimes be incredibly dangerous to the people around them.

So I decided to take the 8 main critters and turn them into horrible little beasties for my amusement, and now I wish to show you guys the fruits of my labor.

tw for mild body horror and psychological horror under the cut

Dogday - Sol

This is the only ‘canon’ myth critter that exists in the au. Every time Dogday is pushed past his limit and gets too angry with something he transforms into sol, who is a mindless flaming warrior with no logic or regard for their surroundings. This leads to them being pretty dangerous to be around, but Sol isn’t evil, they just want to protect their user from any harm, and if left to their own devices, would probably self-isolate to protect themselves (and others) from harm.

2. Hoppy Hopscotch - Notus

The first of my original designs. Notus is the transformed version of Hoppy, and has the same weather manipulation powers, just to a much larger degree. Although she mostly uses it to make her storms larger. Notus’s mental state is much more stable than Sol (relatively), specifically in that she can remember her past life, but not specific people, so friends and even family are hardly whispers in her mind, if even that. She is quite competitive, viewing her storms as a contest to see how big she can make them, and will never back down from a challenge, doing everything in her power to win, but she is also a graceful loser, and hates cheaters. Her name comes from the Greek god of south winds, who is associated with wetness and the coming of rains.

3. Bubba bubbaphant - Ganesha

This guy’s name comes from the Hindu deity of new beginnings and the patron of the sciences and arts, who is also represented by a man with an elephant’s head and four arms. His mental state is similar to that of Notus, in that he can remember specific events from his past, but not people. He has become incredibly intelligent, being able to solve complex equations and understand lots of different subjects, but his already prevalent neuroticism has been turned up to eleven, with even the slightest infraction driving him to a rage, which can make him incredibly dangerous to deal with, but also rewarding, as his intellect allows him to answer many questions. He can also spin webs, because spider.

4. Bobby Bearhug - Callisto

Callisto is a little different from the other myths. She can remember her name, and her past, and the people around her, but only sometimes. You see, her pendant’s natural power is to absorb the excess emotion around her, and it still does that, but if she absorbs to much, then it leads to her transformation into a massive bear like monster with one goal, to make the excess stop by any means necessary. This has led to her voluntary exile in order to stop herself from hurting the people around her, which causes Bobby a great deal of pain, but it’s better than letting herself hurt the people she cares about the most. Her name comes from a nymph who was transformed into (what else) a bear by a furious Hera.

5. Pickypiggy - Limos

Unlike most of the others, Limos can hardly remember who she once was, much less the people in her life or what they mean to her. Instead she is driven by her one deepest instinct: to care and provide for the people around her. She works tirelessly to cook and prepare extravagant meals for anyone who might need it, leading to her neglecting her own health and her living environment. She also has to deal with a ravenous hunger that pains her every moment, and often leads her to devouring her dishes as soon as she finished, causing even further distress. Her name comes from the Greek goddess of starvation, which i don’t think is a very good comparison, but I can’t think of anything better, so eh.

6. KickinChicken - The Roc

Kickin’s transformed state is probably the least actively dangerous to be around. He’s a large, powerful bird capable of flying incredibly fast, as well as being incredibly loud and aggressive, but never actively harmful. His mental state is kind of the opposite of Notus and Ganesha, in that he can remember specific people and places, but not his past nor his name, and goes out of his way to try and help others. The key word being ‘try’, as his loud and aggressive demeanor often end up causing more damage than assistance. His name comes from an Arabian creature that is described as a bird of prey large enough to carry an elephant, which I thought was a good choice, and I couldn’t find any mythological chickens that really fit him.

7. Craftycorn - Apophis

Her name comes from an Egyptian monster that is said to be the embodiment of chaos and disorder, although Crafty is significantly less malevolent than her mythological counterpart. The main effect of her presence is the chaotic shifting of her environment, colors swapping and shapes changing into maelstrom of chaos around her, with the effect getting stronger the closer you get towards her, and any critter who does so has the very real risk of being torn apart. Apophis herself isn’t doing much better, with her entire body constantly melting into multicolored goop that has a consistency similar to that of candle wax. Not much is known about her mental state, as no one is brave enough to get close to her for risk of being killed, but there has to be something left of her as her maelstrom very much has the capacity to expand over the entire world and destroy it, the only reason it hasn’t is because Crafty appears to be holding it back through sheer force of willpower.

8. Catnap - Ouranos

Ouranos is probably the one who’s the most ‘in there’, besides Callisto in her non murder mode. He can remember his past life quite clearly and the people in them. In fact the only difference between him and normal Catnap is that Ouranos is slightly more apathetic towards outside events. He’s floated off into space and now observes to world from the heavens, watching as everything drifts by, because he can’t exactly leave. He can, however, see his friends suffering, and wishes he had the capability to help them in any way he could.

Once again thanks to @novalizinpeace for the au and all concepts belong to her.

#I love torturing children :) #poppy playtime #Dogday #hoppy hopscotch #bubba bubbaphant #bobby bearhug #pickypiggy #kickinchicken #craftycorn #catnap #body horror #art #angst #smiling critters arg #smiling critters #smilingcritterslostmedia

[itspeachyp0p]

The brainrot I have for tattoo artist! Eren is unreal

Notes. Gender neutral! Reader, suggestive, light smut, MDNI.

Tattoo artist! Eren who keeps a sketchbook, pencils and pens on hand for when he gets a new design idea. He gets inspiration everywhere and has versatile style.

Tattoo artist! Eren who’s wall is covered in the most badass designs mixed with cute ones like Sanrio or Studio Ghibli. If past clients let him he keeps copies of the art to hang up.

Tattoo artist! Eren who has a few old stick and poke tatts littering his skin mixed with the professionally done ones on his arms and right calf.

Tattoo artist! Eren who used to practice doing tattoos on Mikasa and maybe two on Armin before he chickened out. He purposely did a shitty one on Jean after the two had some stupid argument over if the tats Eren did on Mikasa were shit or not.

Tattoo artist! Eren who started flirting with you when you came in to schedule an appointment and was set on getting you in his chair.

Tattoo artist! Eren who chuckled when you're so indecisive about where you want to get inked first and goes over every spot from most painful to least. He even tells you about numbing creams to help.

Tattoo artist! Eren who calms you down when you get nervous on the day you’re getting inked, and pulls a few strings to get the private room for you. "Just take a few deep breaths for me, sweetheart. It won't be so bad" is all he tells you in the gentlest voice when putting his gloves on.

Tattoo artist! Eren who gives your thigh a teasing squeeze, def feeling you up a but masking it as just checking out the area to size your tattoo right. He goes through three size choices, running his latex clad fingers over the skin of your thigh.

Tattoo artist! Eren who’s so damn close to touching your ass as he asks you which size of tat you want and waits so patiently for you to decide.

Tattoo artist! Eren who rubs little circles on your hip to soothe you when you start to cry and say it hurts when the tattoo gun starts etching out the design. "Shh, shh, don't hold your breath. You don't have to watch, just lay there and close your eyes."

Tattoo artist! Eren who tries so hard to distract you with talking, little massages, and even lets you hold onto his arm that's resting on your hip but he's thinking about how pretty you look with tears rolling down your face and wonders if he could make you cry in a different way.

Tattoo artist! Eren who tells you with praises about taking it so well and being good when you say you need a break and teasingly asks if a kiss would make you feel better.

Tattoo artist! Eren who's caught off guard but complies when you say yes and he places a few kisses on your face before asking to kiss you on the lips. If you say yes again, you'll be rewarded with the softest kiss, fleeting to tease but it makes you feel better.

When it's done and wrapped, and aftercare is talked over Tattoo artist! Eren gets your number and a date with you later once you're not sore and hurting.

Tattoo artist! Eren who weeks later is holding the underside of your knees as he fucks you nice and slow on his art table in his apartment, so careful not to dare ruin his ink on your thigh while he ruins you.

Tattoo artist! Eren who gets his own high from making you cry for different reason, servicing all your needs when he comes to your place from a long day. "I know you have one more in you, c'mon sweetheart, cum one more time for me."

Tattoo artist! Eren who would be so jealous if you ever attempted to let someone else do your other tattoos if you want more. He wonders why you would ever consider someone else when he's right there and will do it for you.

Let's be real, we know Eren is a lil possesive, Tattoo artist! Eren kind of thinks of his work on your tattoos as a way to make it clear you're in a relationship. "Someone else?? No, no way, I'll do it. Let me get my stuff and we'll head to the shop."

Reminder that requests are open .ᐟ

#eren jeager x reader #eren jeager #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #aot #aot x you #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #eren jaeger smut #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #writers on tumblr

[willowedhepatica]

Here's my humble offer to @lovelooksgudonu for the comic she drew about dark!ava. Of course the credit goes to her (and simplykorra) for parts of the dialogue she wrote, (I wanted to stay true to the source material)

Her art is absolutely amazing, go check it out if you haven't! (I hope this is okay, I got inspired)

—

The first thing that hits her when she wakes up is the stinging smell of sulfur. The distant remains of the fight that carried through in ash and dust, leaving her dazed and bewildered.

Ava had struck her in the back.

She hadn't even hesitated.

A chuckle comes from somewhere behind her and Beatrice shifts, the movement sending a sharp pain through her wrist and left arm. The rope is tied harshly, digging into her skin and keeping her there.

"That hit really did a number on you, huh Bea?"

Ava walks in front of her, brown eyes piercing. There's an easy smile on her lips, almost teasing, as if she found this situation amusing.

Beatrice leans forward, her voice hoarse. "Ava-"

"No. Don't give me that look." She cuts off, a sudden shift by the downturn of her mouth. She walks closer, leaning down to look at her properly, tied to the chair and bruised. "I've been merciful towards you, after all. Haven't I?"

Her hand comes up and takes a hold of her jaw. "You should be grateful."

The touch turns on several signals in her body at once. She sucks in a breath, the alarm battling with the craving of wanting more.

She hadn't felt her touch in so long. God, she'd missed it. Yearned for it.

But this wasn't her. This wasn't Ava.

"Snap out of it."

Her hold shifts, forefinger etching into her skin. "What was that?"

Her hands shake. They curl into fists as she looks up at her, meeting her eyes. "Snap out of it!"

Ava hums and for the first time Beatrice finds that she can't read her expression. Can't find any trace of the woman who showed emotions like the glow of a sun, drawing everyone in by her mere presence. She only shifts her hand, cupping her cheek as her thumb goes over her lip.

Beatrice can't suppress the shiver.

"Would you betray them for me?" Ava mumbles, face so close, breath skimming over her cheek, nail digging down into the flesh of her lip. It splits open with a sting of pain that slowly makes the blood spill out and drip across her jaw.

"Ah." Her voice cuts out and Ava's smile grows.

She leans even closer, teasingly drawing her nails over the part where her throat meets her jaw. "Yes?" It's a whisper. It's a lure. Her lips tickle against her own and she forces her to meet her eyes as Ava sinks down fully in her lap, keeping her jaw in a tight grip.

"You never were very talkative." She mumbles, her other hand trailing down her collarbone, her chest.

Beatrice tries to prevent the swelling in her chest, the pleasant tingling in her body over finally being touched.

"Let me make it easier for you." Ava continues, "if you say yes, I'll reward you. Shit, I'll even give you a little treat. If you say no however..." Her hand stops at her shoulder, eyes distant. She looks up at her. "What will it be?"

Beatrice thinks back to Camila, who had stayed up several nights in order to figure out Ava's position. She thinks about how much she's grown, how much she's overcome, how much they've gone through together.

She thinks about Mary and how she would scowl at the situation, telling her to not even dare make that decision.

She thinks about the OCS, the order she practically grew up in. It shaped her to who she was today. It took her through some of the worst periods of her life.

There had been so many sisters before her that had laid their life for the cause. For them. For her. She can't toss all of that away.

"I can't..."

Ava's jaw tightened. "Right. How could the perfect sister Beatrice ever do such a thing?"

"That's not-"

"Quiet."

Beatrice shuts her mouth. It's automatic.

The sharpness in her tone keeps her on edge.

"Maybe you'll come to better thoughts if I alleviate your pain a little." Her eyes fall down to her wrists where Beatrice is tugging against the restraint. "You'll never get anywhere like that."

"I'm fine." Beatrice bites out.

Ava tsk. "You're being stubborn." She brings something out from her pocket and her weight shifts in her lap by the movement. "I know you hurt your wrist in our fight, this will help."

She brings the pill up for her to see.

"I won't..."

Before she can finish Ava presses her thumb against her lips. This time they part open by the force and she continues by dragging it against the ridge of her mouth, scraping across the clench of her teeth. "We may not be on the same side yet, Bea, but that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt, baby."

Beatrice doesn't answer. In a way, she can't. Ava is still keeping her in a vice grip, a glint in her eyes that tells her she's planning to do something Beatrice won't be able to stop.

At least that part was still familiar to her.

Ava plops the pill in her own mouth, voice husky as she slowly inches forward. "Don't worry, I think you'll enjoy this technique..."

Before she knows it Ava's lips press against her own, mouth hot and tongue nudging to get more access. Beatrice gives in with a slight whine, feeling the pill slip inside. She swallows it and everything else falls away as Ava answers by pushing forward, body rising and kiss deepening. It's electrifying in the worst possible way.

"Mmm, see, the way you respond tells me you're not as restrained as you pretend to be."

Beatrice whimpers.

She wants more. She needs more.

She can't.

Finally - far too soon - not soon enough, Ava pulls away, resting her forehead against her own. She exhales, open-mouthed and smiling and when she speaks she's grown considerably softer. "The medication won't kick in for a while, would you like me to distract you some more?"

“Ava… please…”

She traces a path down her cheek. “Look how red you are, don't tell me you don't like this?” Her fingers skim across her ear as she tucks away a strand of hair that had gone loose. “Don't tell me you haven't thought of this ever since our time in Switzerland.”

Beatrice looks away, teeth clenching.

“Hm? Not speaking?”

“That's okay, let me show you just what I've been thinking about during my time across the arc.” Her hand leave her cheek and nudges at the end of her shirt. “You remember that night when we got drunk at the bar?”

Beatrice watches as her hand slip under the fabric and graze across bare skin. Her stomach ripples by the touch.

One nail starts to press down ever so slightly.

“Bea, answer me.”

“Yes- yes I remember.”

She smiles, satisfied. “I remember it too. I've had a lot of time to replay that moment.” She leans closer, close enough that her lips skim over her ear. “A lot of time to let it derail too.”

Ava doesn't wait for her to answer before she continues, nails scraping lightly across her skin. Like a game. “I thought. What if Beatrice noticed me? What if she knew that when I looked at her all I wanted to do was to let her pin me against a wall and fuck me.” She glances down to their position. “Looks like things have taken a slight turn.”

“Ava.”

Ava tuts. "Not yet. It was my turn, remember?”

If Beatrice knows Camila correctly, she's searching for her. She will find her eventually. She just needed a little more time, a little more information…

She shifts. "What more?”

“Excuse me?”

“What more have you thought about doing?”

Her eyes glint with slight surprise and then approval. “I'm so glad you asked.”

#warrior nun #avatrice #dark!ava #im just so hooked on this scenario

[theflashesoflove]

amuse-bouche

Jan Stevens x f!reader (nsfw)

a/n: i present to you my monstrous love for this woman. you can tell what her voice does to me. i have been writing it for several nights and completely fucked up my stupid sleep schedule. proofread, but there might be some mistakes i didn't catch. perhaps i need to go outside and touch some boob- i mean grass.

warnings/tags: descriptions of an injury, blood and cunnilingus

word count: 5k

💌: @maximoffslovergirl

A loud thud. A wooden stool slipping from under your legs, a mixer falling down to the floor, smearing everything with sweet sticky substance. A bowl of cream tipping over onto your dress, your skin, all over the floors. A strangled cry in pain, a dislocated kneecap. A blood stream flowing down your leg in a perfect straight line, an attempt to stand up- more pain. 

Silence.

Your bandmates turned off the hardware, vibration and rustle of your symphony faded out. The first rule of performance: if you mess up, pretend it was intentional. Audience’s applause was a distant noise – standing on all fours, you were dumbfounded by pain, a white veil covering your vision for a split second. Good, they thought that your embarrassing collapse was just the last strike of a chord. The hall became deserted in a few minutes. A few long, unendurable minutes, and not a single person paid attention to you still being on the floor, petrified by pain. 

Finally, your bandmates surrounded you, their hands reached out to your shoulders to help you get up, but you waved them away. You knew you couldn’t stand up, no matter how many hands would help you get on your feet. You groaned, falling over to the side to get your weight off your hands and knees. Blood and sweet cream mixed on your skin, making it sticky and hard to tear away from the floor. Fuck, it hurt. Like a fire burning under your skin, the pain streaming down your right knee across your calf and ankle to the tips of your toes. Your other leg was in pain as well, but a different kind of pain. A familiar cramp twisted the muscles of your left calf, turning them to stone. Excellent, both of your legs were nonfunctional. You bit your lip to suppress your cries and blinked the tears away. 

The world around you didn’t exist anymore, pain placed you into a vacuum. At that moment, you thought it would be easier to just pass out from it, to come round when the pain was over and your bandmates miraculously delivered your body to Dr. Glock to deal with the injury. Speaking of Dr. Glock, you really didn’t want to see him. So when your bandmates suggested calling for him, you refused. They stepped away and proceeded to pack the equipment and clean up the food from the table. At least you didn’t have to attend the afterparty anymore. Stones scribbled something in his notebook, observing your agony. Perhaps he would bring this situation up during the interview. 

You looked at your leg again, the wound still didn’t stop bleeding. Pink patches of blood and cream on your skin were connected with the scarlet river system. Your knee pulsated and swelled, pain capturing all of your senses. 

But something managed to sneak in. Something soft, warm, intriguing even, something soothing and yet so very intoxicating. A hand on your shoulder. A flash of white fabric, black fabric, white fabric again, black eyeshadow, the scent of her hairspray. 

This woman thrilled you right from the auditions. No one from your band understood your obsession with her, and they jokingly scolded you for getting distracted from perfecting your performance. But you had it all figured out. You’d managed to focus on your performances, but a part of you, a very big part of you, wanted to impress her. It worked like a perfect mechanism, her scrutiny, praise and helpful remarks brought out the best of your performing abilities, which rewarded you with more of her attention. Though you were sure, it wasn’t anything bigger for her. Her attention never meant anything beyond appraising your art, and the older woman was so out of your league anyway. Elegant, statuesque, with mouth-watering curves and dainty fingers. Her signature makeup complimented her soft features, her attires were so very her, quite formal yet with unmatched grandiosity. And you knew that all of it was expensive. That the fabric of her skirts and blouses was pleasant against her body, that no seams irritated her satin skin. However the thing that brought you to the edge the most was her sultry voice. Voice that made you want to crawl out of your body to no longer be limited by the human form and encompass every vibration of her vocal cords, every movement of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, every barely noticeable breath that accompanied her words. No angel choir could ever compare to her giving dinner speeches, to her squeaking when she was enraged, to her reprimanding your bandmates for ignoring her advice, to her guiding your band through the shops practise with her languid tone.

“Jan Stevens,” you whispered, suddenly so very aware of her proximity. And of the unappealing state you were in. You must have looked pathetic. You imagined that she was about to scrunch her nose and snort, but she just looked at you and crouched beside, a worried expression on her face.

Her voice drowned out your pain for a split second, “Poor thing,” she murmured, brushing your hair off your face. “Can you stand up?”

“She can’t,” your bandmate stepped in, but Jan Stevens didn’t even turn her head away from your face to acknowledge them speaking. She indeed heard them, though, and furrowed her brow, alarmed. 

“We suggested calling for Dr. Glock. She refuses to see him,” the other bandmate meddled, annoying you to no end. You didn’t want Jan Stevens tut at you being whimsical and hard to deal with. To your relief, she did no such thing. 

“I’ll take care of it, dear. Wim!!!” Before you could answer, she called out the institute's technical assistant. When he finally approached the two of you, her gaze still didn’t leave your pained face. “Please, bring her to my house. She can’t walk.” Wim sighed, but didn’t protest. He never did. And Jan Stevens tipped generously, so he scooped you up in his arms, ignoring your hisses. 

Jolts of pain stroke you with every step Wim took towards Jan Stevens’ house. You tried not to press yourself into him too much and keep as quiet as you could. Well, you tried not to howl your lungs out, restricting yourself to teary whines. Jan Stevens followed both of you, but Wim had to wait before the front door for the older woman to open it and hold it for him to enter. He found the nearest seat he could settle you in and left, gaining a nod from Jan Stevens. 

The woman disappeared somewhere and you tried to sit as comfortably as you could. But no matter the position, it ached, and ached, and ached. You became awfully aware of how sticky your clothes were, covered in stupid melted buttercream you used for your confectionery themed performance. You didn’t mind the feeling for performance's sake, but it wasn’t about art anymore. It was about your clumsiness, your foolishness, and it was suffocating. Squirming, you decided to take your dress off and clean yourself with it, ignoring Jan Stevens’ curious look when she returned to the couloir to see you in your underwear. 

She held a small white box in her hands with a bright red cross on its lid, a first aid kit. Kneeling before you, she placed it on the floor, and waited for you to finish dealing with the cream. You hesitated as to where to put your dirty clothes, and the woman took it from you to carelessly drop it to the floor. She licked her lips and focused on your injured knee, tilting her head from side to side to examine it. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be observing the afterparty?” you pried, feeling hot at being the centre of her attention.

She shook her head, “I have something more important to deal with. My absence is justified.” Your ears flushed at her words. “Are you in pain anywhere else?” 

“My other leg,” you said, “is cramping. It’s… fuck…” Your left leg was stiff, toes unnaturally curled, and the more you focused on that pain, the more insufferable it felt.

The older woman stroked your legs, not caring that one of her hands got immediately covered in gore. Humming, she decided to deal with your cramp at first. She took your left leg and stretched it out, it made you shriek, muscles tightening so hard as though they were going to be torn apart. She bent your knee and pulled it toward your abdomen, leaving faint palm prints on your skin with your own blood. You couldn’t tell if your cramp was relieved at all, because your other knee still ached immensely. Jan Stevens looked at you under her lashes as she moved your leg. She visibly swallowed, tracing the path of your half-naked body with her eyes, and finally settled your left leg to the ground. Your mouth slightly agape, you watched as she turned her attention to your wound once again, her fingers circled around the source of bleeding, barely touching, feeling how swollen your knee had gotten. 

Then, she did something you never expected. Jan Stevens leaned closer to your oozing wound, and stuck out her tongue to press it against you. You gasped, your fingers twitched – you had to stop yourself from burying them in her curls to push her away or to pull her closer. She lapped at your sore skin, acting surprised when the sudden sweetness of buttercream hit her tongue. She looked unabashedly satisfied. Your stomach flipped, a sudden gush of wetness covered your sex and you knew that you were doomed. If she had lowered her gaze, she would have been able to see the dark spot spreading on your underwear, exposing you.

"It hurts," you whined, grimacing. Her cool tongue gently swiped across your knee, aggravating. There were so many sharp sensations. And not a single question about her actions. A cramp in your left leg died down a bit, the echoes of the pain flaring up under your skin from time to time. The other injured leg ached, it ached even more now that Jan Stevens’ mouth was pressed against the mixture of your blood and sweet cream, devouring it like the best dessert she had ever had.

“I know, dear. Didn’t you know that saliva had healing properties?” Jan Stevens gave you a sickly sweet smile, but your pained expression made her face twitch in worry that she might have crossed the thin already nonexistent line. “I’ll help you, let me just…” and she caressed the skin of your calf, hands crawling up towards your knee where her mouth pressed against your skin again, making you whimper from strange, uncalled desire and, of course, boundless pain. “Shhh…” she cooed, her fingers grabbing your knee, open mouth pressed against your skin. She wasn’t kissing or licking it anymore, she just sat there, on her knees before you, her face flush against your dewy skin, hands snapping your kneecap into place with one quick motion. You cried out, hands gripping the arms of the fauteuil, nails scratching antique wood, tears splashing out of your eyes. “Oh, sweet girl,” her solacing voice brought you back to reality and you noticed that it was much easier to breathe. 

The overwhelming pain gradually stepped away, leaving behind a soreness that was much more bearable. Absolutely crushed in the armchair, you suddenly felt so, so tired. And so fucking aroused. Because Jan Stevens planted one last kiss to your knee and turned to her first aid kit to treat your wound. There was a little bit of blood on her face, almost the same colour as her lipstick. She cleaned your leg, lost in the process, and you just wanted, just needed to feel her mouth again. To see her lips wrapped around your wound, to hiss as her tongue would lap on your injured flesh again. Her soft hands flew across your skin, applying bandages, and once she was done, she sat back on her heels and placed her hands on her lap, looking up at you. 

“Better?” she asked, and you nodded, pursing your lips. Smiling, she added, gingerly, “You still must see a doctor, darling. I can arrange for someone else to examine you.”

“Thank you.” You knew that you looked like a mess. Dried tears on your face, dishevelled hair, weakness in your voice. Jan Stevens smiled and smoothed the fabric of her skirt, however she didn’t rush to get up and go on about her night. Her gaze studied you, curious, yet… unsure? She licked her lips, remnants of your blood hitting her tongue. Why did she look so hesitant after just almost drinking from your wound? You didn’t have enough strength in you to stare back, so you busied yourself with observing the couloir, now that your attention was no longer captured by strong pain. Jan Stevens fitted in this environment perfectly, and for a moment you wondered what her bedroom looked like. Was she her startling self even in the privacy of her home? Was she always wearing that makeup? She surely had to take it off at some point in the night, hadn’t she? What clothes did she sleep in? Did she sleep alone or was there someone keeping her warm from time to time? And did she even have a kitchen? It was most likely that she did, but did she use it? 

Her voice snapped you back from your thoughts, smooth as silk, “The fall was not planned, was it?” 

“Lost my balance,” you replied, not really willing to elaborate. 

“You never had problems with it before,” she wondered. 

“I just… I got lost in the sound and,” you started, unsure how to put it, “my thoughts lead me elsewhere.” 

“Where?” she leaned closer, curious. 

“Sometimes I forget that- that art isn’t all about the outcome. It’s about the process… I was carried away with anticipation of the result.”

“Tell me more,” her eyes bore into you. “What result did you anticipate?” And when she spoke like that, you knew you couldn’t withhold anything from her. 

You blushed and looked away. “I anticipated… being seen. That once we end our performance, people might get frustrated it was already over. And some of them might… might think of me, even for a second. Might… notice something about me, might be interested in something about me… and- oh, it sounds so silly.”

“And what?”

“And some of them… might want me to be in their life. Some of them might want me,” you whispered, horrified at your own thoughts. 

“Don’t you feel wanted?” She sounded almost disappointed.

The question was phrased rather oddly, you contemplated. Like you were supposed to feel wanted, like you didn’t recognise someone’s efforts. The truth was that maybe at that particular moment you did feel wanted. That maybe Jan Stevens’ treatment, and the way she still sat in front of you on her knees, looking deep into your soul, her sultry voice kissing your ears and making your body shiver with every word she spoke, maybe all of it made you feel wanted.

“I… I don’t know. My band needs me, although I’m sure they hate me for ruining the performance. But they can always replace me. And- I don’t want to be replaceable.”

It was too much to ask, you recognised that. Every person was replaceable, after all. Even directors of the Sonic Catering Institute, they had replaced one another until it was Jan Stevens’ turn to take the position. And someday there would be a replacement even for her. No person is truly unique, truly indispensable. There’s always someone else. Someone better, even. Your friend found new friends after you isolated yourself from them, your teacher found a new favourite student after you graduated, the company you worked for found a new employee after you quit. And even after your performance the audience walked away and found some other form of art to admire. They forgot about you – they probably didn’t even memorise you in the first place – until your next performance. But maybe, maybe there was someone who felt drawn to you. Maybe they weren't able to get you off their mind, maybe they attended every performance just for you alone, and maybe they would still think about you even after the residency would be over. And maybe they thought about you at night, and maybe they cried, because they would never be able to reach you, to hold your hand, to kiss you. And maybe you would inspire them to make art of their own. And maybe they would silently dedicate every art piece to you, or maybe they would say it loud and clear. And maybe they would live with a heavy soul their whole life, never having gotten a taste of you. Never having spoken to you. You would leave a trace in their heart, a scar even, and you would be irreplaceable for them until they draw their last breath. 

Having such thoughts made you feel guilty. It was hard not to lose yourself in this craving for being special, hell, these thoughts had already made you fall down and bleed and cry in pain.

“This is why you create, to feel wanted?” Jan Stevens’s voice brought you back to earth once again.

“Partly, yeah,” the older woman tilted her head to the side in question and you explained, “I value the process. I revel in the process, but I also… I also crave the unachievable outcome, is it a bad thing?” 

“Of course not,” Jan Stevens lifted herself, standing on her knees, and reached her hand to your face to gently stroke your cheek, “It’s better than lying to yourself.” 

Fuck, why didn’t she kiss you already? You reminisced her face, contorted with pleasure as she licked the blood off your skin. You reminisced her hungry gaze, the breathtaking blues of her eyes swallowed by the dark pits of her pupils. And she was so close now, she caressed your cheek, and you noticed the corner of her mouth twitch in something she tried to suppress. “Do you do that?” you breathed out, looking her in the eyes. 

“Do what?” her voice was sweetened by the amused smile that spread across her features. You wanted to grab her by the hair and bring her lips to your ear for her to whisper, and whisper, and whisper the filthiest of words. You wanted to wrap yourself in her voice. 

“Lie to yourself,” your words made Jan Stevens’ expression turn stone serious. Did you upset her? Was she about to throw you out of her home on your broken knees? She slowly rose, your head leaned backwards, following her movements. Her hand grabbed the back of the fauteuil, and after regarding you from her full height for a second, she bent down until her breath tickled your cheeks once again. 

“Yes. A lot lately,” her upper lip twitched again, and she breathed out of her mouth, hesitating for a second. “Every year,” she started her revelation, “I dread that there will be someone who catches my eye and I won’t be able to resist it.” She made a small pause, her eyes sparkling dangerously. “But I also secretly hope that among my residents… there might be someone… for me, not for the audience, just for me.” Her intense gaze turned you inside out. “Don’t you feel wanted, Y/N?” the older woman asked again, her tone different this time. “Just like you craved to feel?” And you knew you had to be honest.

“I… I think I do,” your voice trembled, ragged breaths left your mouth as she leaned closer, so painfully closer. She looked satisfied with your answer.

“Good.” And she kissed you. Slowly, although it was clear that she suppressed the urge to swallow you whole. She grabbed your chin and dug her nails into your jaw to keep your mouth open, and she swiped the tip of her tongue across your lips, moaning, the knot inside of your stomach made itself known again. “I could give you it all,” she whispered into your parted lips after tearing herself away. “I could make you feel so, so special.” Jan Stevens shifted to the side and licked the helix of your ear and you whimpered, and you clamped your thighs, the slickness between your legs was audible at this point. “But beware, once I start, I won’t be able to stop, ever,” her mouth captured your earlobe, tongue playing with your tiny earring. 

Every word she spoke melted on her tongue like sugar, syrupy sweet syllables, meringue consonants and honey vowels. Her gaze bore into you like a spoon dipping into crème brûlée, and you were finally between her teeth, an indulgence she could never resist. She caressed your torso with featherlight touches, looming over you, her nails scraping your rubicund skin ever so slightly.

“Please,” you begged and spread your legs, instantly wincing and cursing under your breath from the pain. You grabbed her hips and leaned closer, hiding your face in the delicate fabric of her white blouse. 

"Do you really think you can take it?” Jan Stevens spoke again, her voice almost dangerous, cutting through you like a knife. But there was something else in her question. It was half playful, half sincere. As if she asked 'Do you think you can handle me? My desire? Do you think you won’t get sick of me the second we finish? Do you think you really want to stay with me?’

“I can,” you said confidently, answering all of her questions at once. “Or do you want me to beg for you to finally fuck my face?” you snapped.

“That won’t be necessary, dear” Jan Stevens uttered and sharply breathed out through her nose. The upholstery dipped under her weight as she climbed onto the fauteuil, it was a tight squeeze, but she managed to fit your legs between her knees, not straddling you, not applying any pressure to your much-suffering legs. She towered over you even in this position, her crotch right in front of your face. She rushed to hike up her long white skirt, exposing her ivory thighs wrapped in sheer black stockings. Your eyes focused on her red lace knickers that looked like a cherry you wanted to catch with your mouth.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, breathing her scent in. You pressed your nose against her thigh, hands squeezing her heavenly flesh bedecked with stretch marks. She peeped at you from above, biting her lower lip in seething anticipation. 

Two of your digits dove past the band of her underwear, you coated your fingers with her essence and slowly, carefully pulled them out and sucked them into your mouth. You groaned at the taste of her, tongue ripping the string of her wetness that connected your fingers. Once your fingers were out of your mouth, she tightly fisted her skirt in one of her hands to instantly pull you towards her with her now free hand, an airy moan escaping her throat as soon as your nose pressed against her clit through her knickers. 

You lapped at the soaked lace, causing a delightful friction of fabric against her sensitive spot. With one finger, you finally pushed her panties to the side and immediately kissed her slit, eliciting a blissful sound out of the woman. Her hand was still in your hair and she was firmly holding you where she needed you the most. 

“Oh, darling,” she drawled out and closed her eyes. Her fingertips massaged your scalp, and you hummed against the slickness, causing her to growl. 

With a simmering passion, you lapped at her folds and pressed onward onto her entrance. Eating her out was an otherworldly experience, it seemed like all of your life events led you to this particular moment. Her breathy moans encouraged you to press harder, to grind your nose against her clit and keep worshipping her. At that moment, you thought of the afterparty that was held in the main building, and with a certain smugness you realised how lucky, how special you were to be here, with her, while your bandmates must have revelled in the audience's tribute. The honour of being with her was transcendent, it was the highest praise. A course that you wanted to prolong until her knees would give in, until she wouldn’t be able to release anything other than muffled sobs of overwhelming pleasure. 

Her legs trembled above you. Grabbing her ass, you helped her steady herself, squeezing and squishing her plump flesh, and losing yourself, and allowing yourself to lightly slap her cheek to give her more, to give her the diversity of sensations. To show her that you would do anything with her, anything she would like, as many times as she would like, as filthy and rough as she would like, as lovingly and tenderly as she would like. To tell her, I wanted this for so long, and I can’t believe I’m here, and I won’t let you down, and I want all of your eccentricity, all of your ardour, all of your greatness, all of you, all of you, all of you. 

I want to sleep in your bed and wake up next to you, and kiss your beautiful face the first seconds of the morning. I want to sit next to you during performances and hold your hand, and stroke your thigh when no one sees. I want to sit near you at dinners, and soothe you, when residents test your patience as they always do. I want to protect you from intruders, hell, I would slash their throats for you to finally feel at peace. I want to walk with you in the gardens and compare your eyes to the clear sky. I want to help you take off your makeup at night and apply fresh eyeshadow in the morning. I want to help you dress, I want to undress you as a night ritual. For I am greedy for you. For you finally, finally gave me a taste of life I missed so dearly. 

The agonising aching in your knee never stopped, but you didn’t allow it to distract you from her. When some sudden jolts of pain made you let out a strangled ‘aw’ against her cunt, the older woman stroked your head, comforting you. 

Jan Stevens groaned as you sucked on her clit, and you pushed your hand up under the band of her skirt, under her blouse, and you groped her tummy, nails biting into the softness. Her skin was warm, covered in sweat, – god, she must have been very hot being still fully dressed when the air around the two of you seemed so heavy and stuffy – and you kneaded her flesh before reaching even further, fingers crawling to her bra and under it to graze her hardened nipple. Your tongue swirled across her lower lips as you rubbed her nipple between your fingertips and pinched it, causing her to let out a hoarse ‘Y- yes, Yes!’. How enrapturing it was, feeling her come undone above you with the palm of her hand wrapped around the back of your head. Feeling her fingers tangling in your hair, as your digits moved in crushing waves across the skin you could reach, as her pussy fitted in your mouth oh so perfectly. A mixture of her juices and your saliva dripped down your chin and your jaw was on fire already, moving up and down, mouth closing and opening around her. And your tongue dipped into her just right, as far as it could go, and she moved her hips to meet its thrusts. 

Eventually you retracted your hand from under her clothes, it replaced your tongue, massaging her sticky entrance in circular motions. Fuck, the way she dripped on your fingers made you groan, and you tried to pull away for a second to admire her form, but Jan Stevens protested and pushed your back right on her clit.

“Ah- f- fuck, don’t- don’t stop, don’t stop, ahh- don’t you d- dare stop,” it came out under her breath, sweet whimpers getting in the way of her words. 

Clenching your thighs, you felt so close to your own release. Just a little bit more pressure, just something, something to rut against, just for a second, just a couple of swift strokes, just- oh. Maybe you didn’t even need any of that after all. Maybe Jan Stevens, oh Jan Stevens, rubbing against your face in fast hard motions with your name on her lips was enough to bring you over the edge without any stimulation. You shuddered underneath her and your fingers that previously just applied pressure onto her surface, slithered inside of her and were immediately clenched by her wet walls. She came, shivering so hard it made her slip out of your mouth and from your fingers and smear your cheek with her essence. Her moan rang across the room, you trembled under her, and your clit pulsated, triggered from that sound, causing a whimper of your own. You leaned back on the armchair, sweat dripping down your temples. 

Jan Stevens dropped her skirt and gripped the baсkrest with both of her hands, breathing heavily. She looked at you from above, a clouded gaze admiring your exhausted state. Next thing you knew, she leaned closer and kissed you with such urgency it made your teeth clash against hers.

“I have never felt so desired,” you almost didn’t catch her whispering, still coming down from your own orgasm. Her words sounded detached as if she was pondering to herself rather than talking to you, almost surprised, stunned even.

I have never felt so lucky, you wanted to say. And I would give you more, and I would push you down to the floor and unravel you, and I would let you use me again and again and again. I would do all of it, if my leg didn’t hurt so fucking bad. Oh, there was so much she still didn’t know about your feelings towards her. 

Soon after her feet met the ground, and she studied your appearance once again. You could see her musing upon something – she must have thought of the ways to help you get up. Without further ado, Jan Stevens scooped you up in her arms, and you let out a mixture of light giggles and quiet grunts from the pain. 

“Now, I will tuck you into bed like a doll you are. And I will call a doctor in the morning,” she murmured, carrying you to her bedroom.

“Can I help you take off your makeup?” you muttered, pressing your cheek against her shoulder. 

“Oh dear,” she thought about it for a second, an amused smile on her lips. You pouted, awaiting her answer. “Yes, yes you can.”

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a/n: i can assure you that reader absolutely adored her bunny pyjamas

#jan stevens #jan stevens x reader #jan stevens x y/n #flux gourmet #gwendoline christie

[blankwashed]

Content Warnings: 18+ stuff here, ddlg (daddy dom, little girl), broken family, pretty rough sex, Toji himself should be a warning-

You let out a big sigh. It was probably the hardest or easiest essay you have ever gotten academically. It was an easy question for the rest of your classmates as they were happily writing away about their parents or guardians, thinking about the happy holidays and birthdays that they have received throughout their life.

15 minutes have passed and your paper was still blank, without even a paragraph structure. What could you write about your father? Sure, he wasn’t your actual father per se but your mother married him ever since you were a child so that counts, right?

At the age of 6, your mom kept going out on Friday nights, leaving you to be taken care of by your aunts and uncles. She would leave until it was Sunday night when she picks you up and brings you home. In the mind of a little child, you figured she went out for work purposes but in reality, she was going on dates with a special man whom you would eventually call dad.

Sometimes, she leaves you at home with food already prepared and brings him over. Of course, she would place your toys around the television and goes into the bedroom with the man. As you were innocent, you thought that they were both talking about business as your mother always looks pleased whenever she comes out of the room. A little tired, but a smile on her face.

This went on for 2 years until she came to you saying that you’ll finally have a father figure in your life. Of course, he was your father. The striking, muscular, tall man built like a soldier. Sometimes he made your heart beat faster and louder when he was around the home minding his own business. He watched you grow up into the gorgeous and pretty girl you are now. Attending teacher-parent meetings when necessary, signing documents and being your personal chauffeur whenever you and your friends wanted to go for outings to malls.

Behind all of that, you kept a deep and dark secret from everyone. Something you would not even tell your best friend or even a fly.

“Nyah! Daddy, sore from P.E. class yesterday! My teacher asked us to run laps and I think I overdid myself-“

He thrusted himself deeper into your dry pussy while his fingers were forming quick circles around your clitoris.

Sure, he filled the gap in your mom’s life when your actual dad left. But that wasn’t the only thing he was filling. Toji isn’t blind or stupid. Maybe a little out of his mind but as a man, he watched you grow up. Breasts forming, hips enlarging. It would be a lie if you say you didn’t secretly touched yourself thinking about him.

“No buts, bitch. Today was a hard day at work and the only thing that could make my day is your tight pussy. Mmm, thankfully it’s still tight,,,,,” He pushed himself deeper multiple times while playing with your clit. You were in pain due to the lack of foreplay and you remembered an idea you had in school during Arts class.

It was always something you’ve wanted to try. Running towards your school bag, rummaging through all your utensils.

Found it. A thick flowy strip of red ribbon.

“C‘mere daddy, let me decorate you before I feast on you,” smirking while tying a beautiful ribbon around his leaking hard cock. “Look daddy! It’s giving me a reward for making it look so appealing~” you said, referring to the trickles of pre-cum dripping.

Toji was about x years older than you. This wasn’t the first time he saw a chick gawking (no pun intended) at his length. Obviously that was also the way your own mother knew that he was the man for her.

“Getting creative, are we? Let daddy reward you for giving our play-time a little more effort,” he says lowly while playing with your left nipple with his tongue. His big hands always perform wonders on the rest of your body while his prize winning cock was busy elsewhere on your body.

Your moans were and are melodies to his ears. You weren’t big on being able to form sentences while getting fucked silly, however…

“Please daddy! I-I’m your little dirty slut, make me come daddy! I need it, I NEED you! Daddy…” you tried to touch your clit with your fingers but they were swatted away by his hand.

“When has it ever been about what you want, toy?” he spit on your pussy, and started to rub vigorously. It was in no way pleasurable and it hurt.

You knew he was doing this on purpose and knew that it wouldn’t get better if you kept disobeying his commands. With both your mom and Megumi away, he made you sit on the family’s dining table. Pushing away everything that could be in the way of him and you.

He pushed you down, readying himself to slurp on his wet, awaiting treasure. You were still a mess, moaning and screaming his name. “Daddy please, don’t make me wait any longer, please daddy,,,” your toes start curling and you could feel the long awaited climax reaching.

“Cumming daddy!!! Shit, I fucking love you-“ you screamed as you came while holding onto his broad shoulders. Your mind was as if it was in a different world, a world where Toji, your step-dad was yours. Where you didn’t have to hide your feelings towards him and you could touch him romantically and sexually in public.

so fucking horny for toji, are we???? (we as in me)

#toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #jjk smut #fics #help #im having semester break but i just want toji to help me ace my classes #daddy toji #smut #toji x reader

[cheezbites]

Dating Soap

✎: I know this is quite short compared to my other ones, but I'm falling asleep as I write. :(ENJOY!!! (Bf!Soap x F!Reader)

♡Summary: Headcanons of dating Soap <3

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Bf!Soap was sharing headphones with you on a rainy day, and a sudden thought crossed your mind:

“Wait, I need to show you a song, ‘kinda reminds me of you.” You muttered, reaching for your phone before playing it.

Your head on his shoulder as it played, completely clueless as to how grand your gesture was to him. To you, it was just a song that reminded you of him each time you listened. But to Soap, this was his newest prized possession. Ever since that day, he listened to it incessantly. Either if he was running errands, driving, or humming the melody when he was stressed.

Bf!Soap’s greatest quality was his striking mohawk; (duh) and he protected it with his life. He undoubtedly deemed it his greatest responsibility. He also trusted you with his life, so every now and then he let you trim split ends or unkept strands. (He would've never let anyone else do this in a million years, Simon being the only exception).

Bf!Soap enjoyed the lengthy philosophical conversations you’d randomly have, going from discussing your favourite animals to how the universe began and if there really is a greater power. And although he can be goofy and silly at times that man is genuinely smart.

Bf!Soap perpetually teased you the moment he discovered you couldn't read a clock:

“What time is it, bonnie?” he asked, his eyes glued to the TV playing a football match.

You had no access to a digital clock as your phone was dead, so your gaze instinctively shot to the wall clock.

“It’s, um... something something... PM,”

And the moment he came to terms with his newfound discovery, he laughed so hard he got excruciatingly painful cramps and started seeing stars.

“Ugh, I just couldn’t be bothered to learn when I was younger. We have technology and stuff now!” you proclaimed, defensively crossing your arms.

“Oh my word,” he mumbled while clutching his stomach, still wheezing out a few dry chuckles.

From that mildly humiliating experience, he taught you how to read one instead of continuously laughing at you.

"So, bonnie," he began, "You see the big hand, right? That's the minute hand. ‘Tells you how many minutes have passed."

You nodded, feeling a bit sheepish but willing to learn.

"And the wee hand - that's the hour hand."

You watched the hands move, slowly beginning to grasp the concept. "Okay, I think I'm getting it.”

Soap could sense the lingering doubt in your tone. He leaned in closer, his warm brown eyes locked onto yours. "You sure, love?"

“No - of course I do!”

…

You hesitated, then sighed.

"Okay, maybe not entirely."

"Let's break it down again. Remember, big hand is minutes, wee hand is hours."

He patiently explained it once more, a softness visible in his tone. He took the time to answer your questions and clarify any confusion.

As you finally began to grasp the art of reading a clock, he rewarded you with a proud smile. "See, you've got it now, haven't ya?" he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

(Clock reading is too simple for someone to not understand, obviously. BUT just imagine soap explaining something complicated to you until you understand - like being so patient, not mansplaining in the slightest. Like ooouuhh🏃🏽‍♀️)

Bf!Soap was thoroughly amused as he watched you go to town on uninvited moths around the house. You grasped a nearby kitchen towel and started ruthlessly thwacking it. Thankfully for him, he didn’t have to deal with the spiders and insects - as you thoroughly enjoyed making them suffer a harsh and unnecessarily truculent death. Maybe it was a bit much, sure. But who asked them to be here, anyway?

Bf!Soap telling you about his dreams alongside your guys’s morning caffeine refreshments was your entertainment for the morning. His dreams almost always included you and were oddly specific and vague, yet so realistic all at the same time.

“So, babe,” he'd start, settling down on the couch next to you “last night's adventure was a doozy…”

“I’m intrigued.” You sipped your coffee and mentally prepared yourself for the most diabolical tale you’ll ever hear.

“I was in a Jaffa Cake factory, right,” he clicked his tongue before continuing, making an effort to recall all the details “and you were there, too, of course. We were both wearing tangerine suits, whilst Price was throwing potatoes at us, telling us to get back to work and whatnot - no joke.”

Bf!Soap has occasional cooking contests with you. You pick random ingredients, and each of you have to create a dish using those ingredients. Both of you fail oh so miserably- you’ve nearly burnt down your house numerous times. Maybe you guys should stick to Tesco meal deals and Deliveroo.😔

A/N: Sorry if I yibber-yabber too much in my writing… I just love going into detail.🤞

Price version

Ghost version

König version

Gaz version

Masterlist

#soap #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #soap x you #x yn #x f!reader #military #military men #cod #cod x reader #fluff #yn #boyfriend #wholesome #headcanons #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #ghost #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare x you #modern warfare #ok #la #ok ok ok #la la la la la

[villainsimpqueen]

Echos in Paradise Lost.

Adam x Reader x Eve.

Reader is intersex and goes by they them.

(All my fanfics are for 18+ only.)

chapter 4.

Summary: He knew they would come.

And when they did, there would not be rewards.

He knew of selfishness now

So He allowed himself to be selfish.

Chp 4

Rushing back to the shared home you and your loved ones lived in was not a quick trip, for you had run out to find Adam a lot further than you had originally thought. Your eyes would fall on the back of your husband as he rushed along in front of you, his head turning here and there, how there was relief in his golden eyes when he saw that you were still behind him. You would flash your husband soft smiles back which he did not return but his gaze would ever so slightly soften more before he would focus his attention back in the paths in front of you both instead.

When you arrived at the Cave the three of you shared you both were met with sight of no one, the fire stomped out causing an eerily feel takeover with the little moonlight that shone down. You and Adam slowly approached the cave.

“Eve?” You softly called hoping so dearly that your shared wife was in the cave, in the bedding area simply waiting for your and Adams return. But the dark cave did not carry any sounds of your gentle wifes breathing causing your own to hitch with worry. 

There was a soft scraping noise that caused you to turn to the side of the entrance where you saw Adam holding two spears, extending one out to you. You moved to him, taking the one he held out to you as you looked at him, your brows furrowing.

"I Know where they've taken Eve. Strike swiftly to protect thyself and our wife.” He spoke to you firmly and you gripped your spear tightly.

"Do you believe that I will be able to keep her safe?” You asked him, feeling slightly unsure, you had only striked down animals, not whatever those things were..A gentle hand lifted up your chin making you stare into Adam's bright eyes, his gaze unwavering as his lips pulled flashing his perfect white teeth at you. A soft gentle and yet confident smile your husband rarely graces You or Eve. 

"Thou art my mirror, thy form mimics mine own, hence thou art my Echo. I trust thou art capable thereof.” He softly told you as confident as he ever had and it warmed your heart, strengthening it as you gripped your spear's staff more strongly. Nodding your head up to Adam feeling his fingers slide from your chin to caress your cheek, trouble looked forming on his face as he stared down at you.

"Swear to me, regardless of circumstance, refrain from laying hand upon the fruit of yon tree…” There was urgency in his tone, his golden eyes moving across your face as if he expected you to vanish so suddenly. You moved your free hand to cup over his much larger one and held it close to your face as you looked at him.

“I swear it.” You told him, you promised and you knew you would keep your promise to your husband. 

The forest was silent as you followed Adam through an unknown path of the gardens. You looked around trying to listen out for the soft chirping of the crickets, a rustle of leaves from a night time animal, but all around you was nothing but silence. 

Apart from you and Adams soft breathes and even quieter footsteps. You looked onward behind him worried for your beloved shared Wife, Your Eve. 

How did they get a hold of her? How did they convince her of untrue words? 

What could they have possibly told her that made your wife turn against your husband so? 

You thought of how fearful and broken your husband looked back at the snake's last attack, the one who taunted him ruthlessly, had sounded like a vengeful woman. Unlike your sweet Eve who had sounded in pain..Your eyes moved to Adam's back watching him closely as he led you into the unknown. 

"My beloved husband... Pray, dost thou comprehend the nature of the serpents?” you asked him, breaking the silence that swarmed around you both. You watched how Adam merely froze in his steps for a moment before continuing his head tilting back to look at you with his eyes, hesitation in them as he looked at you as if taking you fully in before turning back to focus on the path ahead.

"I am.. acquainted with their ways.” He spoke back to you as he moved ahead grabbing onto overgrown tree vines peeling them away to clear the pathway allowing you to pass in front of him, one of his hands softly grazing your back as he helped you pass before he moved after you finding ease by your side. You spared your husband a glance meeting his eyes as he too was doing the same. 

"What manner of beings are they?... they appear not to be the creatures thou didst smite to safeguard me.” You asked him softly as you watched your step over the roots of a tree that seemed to claw away from Eden's soil. 

You heard Adam take in a sharp breath before releasing it slowly. 

"I am forbidden to speak of such matters.” He softly answered you, as one of his arms found its place around your waist to prevent you from falling, steading you so that you could regain balance before he let you go moving over the trees clawing roots himself with steady pace. He was once by your side again already speaking before you could ask him why he was not to speak? Why was your husband Forbidden? 

"Though I surmise that engaging in forbidden discourse led to my failure in safeguarding Eve from her own pursuit…” He let out another sigh as he shook his head looking at you. 

"I have no wish to disappoint thee as well…” he so softly whispered, making you stare at him with your softly widening e/c eyes. 

“Thou could ne-” You words were cut off by your husband, his hand finding your shoulders softly as if gently telling you to stop, to listen as he stopped walking to look down into your eyes. As if he didnt he would be too afraid to speak of this again. 

He spoke harshly in the shadows of the overgrown growth of these unknown parts of Eden. As if they shielded you both from the heavens moon light gaze as he looked at you ever wanting to speak. 

“"An Angel taketh the guise of one, the serpents. The other... The other is my former spouse... ere Eve, Lilith. Fashioned by the angels as I was, simultaneously... We were at odds, our pride too mighty to reconcile. She deemed I sought to govern her, whilst I merely yearned for a wife dependent on me. I craved to be indispensable.” He spoke hushly and yet so quickly as if he feared someone finding him speaking to you, and you supposed there was reason too, for the snakes he spoke of could find you both at any moment to return to their tormenting, because you did not have the knowledge of the Heavens ever watching Angels seeking for mistakes, flaws. 

"Lilith wanted not to bend to my will, nor to lean upon me, and thus she fled from me, encountering the angel... Lucifer, who doth relish taking on the guise of a serpent. They have not parted company since, e'en when Lilith was banished from the gardens for her excessive pride... yet he grants her entry, and they both harbor enmity towards me and seek to leave me solitary... That is why they assailed thee, that is why they are spiriting away our beloved Eve... my sun... our wife... it is because of me.” His voice tapering off at the end as he swallowed thickly as he looked at you with longing as his hand softly moved from your shoulder to the base of your neck where he softly traced your flexing flesh upwards before moving stands of your hair behind your ear clearing your face to him.

"Thou and Eve... are all I possess... The sole splendors in my possession... I pray neither of you will be snatched away from me…my wife, my spouse.”  He whispered as if he was afraid merely even ushering such thoughts would make them come true. 

Your heart felt as if it was beating harshly in your chest as you watched him remove his hand from you, moving so quickly you grasped it.

“Thou will not.” You told him watching how uncertainty formed in his eyes and you countered bringing her hand to your chest resting between your own breasts so that he could feel your racing heart. 

"Mine affection for thee is steadfast, too potent to depart from thee, I vow it. And our beloved wife, Sweet Eve, is not herself, I am certain she harbors a fervent love for thee as well... I would discern if she did not, my cherished Husband, for it would shatter me.  Thine and Eve's love, doth tether me here, it binds us here, and those with malicious intent towards thee could never undermine our love for thee.” You spoke so earnestly ever sure of everything as your heart hammered stronger and stronger against Adam's flat palm against your chest as if showing him nothing but the truth of your words. Subconsciously trying to tell your husband something you did not consciously know off but your heart did as it rushed against his palm.

You eyes focused on his hand, his palm hoping he would find comfort in your words, missing how his brows furrowed before and raised as he stared down at you. 

‘thine and Eve's love, doth tether me here.’

He was confused on why you had said that, but when your lovely eyes glistened back up to him, he had discovered the wording and softly let out a breath and it felt as if waves washed his worries clean he had not known that clung to him.

"Our love for each other shall endure as steadfast as it ever need be.” Adam promised to you even if he did not say it. 

It was Eve's soft crying that had Alerted his and your ears, making yall move through the overgrown forest at a quicker pace revealing a very small clearing. The only thing that stood tall in its middle was a thick tree whose leaves were a lively green that practically glowed in the darkness. On it grew bright glowing red orbs that gleamed illuminous above the trees sturdy trunk. 

The atmosphere was different here, you could feel it down to to your very bones, This trees Raindance was unlike any other plant of the gardens. It had a pull over your eyes like no other as if the sweet fruit was calling for you, beckoning you to come near and take one of its supple juicy fruit and bite into it letting its sweet juices fill your suddenly starving stomach. 

Your stomach twisted in hunger pains you had never felt before and your mouth watered against your own wishes, as if the tree was begging you to come and eat its fruits. 

But hearing the soft cry of your wife caused you to advert your gaze to see her under the tree weeping into another's arms. 

Hair brighter than the sun's glow waved around like splattering water rivulets as her moon-like hand moved through your wifes warm dark hair. 

"Canst thou not perceive? I forewarned thee that they would not heed. They are under Adam's sway, he shall not permit thee to whisk away thy spouse and depart, for he is a selfish man.” The other woman spoke her words sickly sweet like rotting grapes as she ‘consoled’ your weeping wife. 

Hearing the woman's Lies about you and your dear husband caused you to feel emotions you had never felt in these lands before, causing your grip to tighten around your spear staff most harshly. 

"Y/n loves me... They pledged their love to me.” Your sweet wife weeped into the other woman's arms as if trying to heartbreakingly defend you.

"If they truly loved thee, then where art they? Hmmm?” 

Hearing the woman's hidden taunting to further harm your wifes mentality was like a snapping stone in your mind as you emerged from the over ground brush.

“Y/n wait!” Adams' hush voice would be ignored as you snarled out of the forests.

“"I am present here, and thou shalt withdraw thine hands from my wife ere I do so myself.” you never had lowered your voice in such a way before, and perhaps the growly notes of your voice was enough to startle the liars moments because the woman froze in her movements, scornful golden eyes leaving your wifes face to land on you.

Yet it was your voice that caused your beloved Eve to pull from the woman's chest to look at you wide eyed. 

"Thou hast returned for me?” Your wife pitifully asked her eyes wide with hope and yet worry for rejection. You could only stare at your wife, before glowering at the woman that had held her. It stung, to come upon seeing your beloved in another's arms seeking comfort in one that has not ever been there for her. to take comfort from one that lies. 

"Hast thou come to desire more than a cruel husband? Hath my offer piqued thine interest, dearest woman-man?” A voice spoke from above in the trees making your eyes move towards it to take in the glowing bright red orbs of fruit and among its many branches you could see two orbs that mimicked the alluring fruits. faintly golden flecks in its red eyes shimmered as the being moved in the branches as if ascending down. 

You were met with the sight of a being that made no sense in your eyes. 

He was beautiful, and alluring like the forbidden tree. 

and when your eyes flickered back to your wife and the other women, Lilith's gaze you could see their eyes take a sheen of adoration, and comfort in them as if the sight of such a being brought them peace. 

You felt an arm move in front of you pushing you back as your husband took the place where your feet had been, his arms ready to plunge the spear into flesh if needed. 

"Speak not to my spouse, thou slithering fiend!” Your husband snarled at the being. 

"Thou hast no right to address them thus.” There was a deep bite into your husband's words, as he took what the being had called you personally. Ever protecting as you trusted Adam to be.

"Is that their nature, indeed? Half man, half woman” The being made a sound of a shortened chuckle “ Can they even be deemed human?”

its words stung, and gave you a feeling of unease as the same feelings you had back during the snake's very first attack. Your free hand moving to pull the fur cloak Eve had made you tighter around your body, hiding yourself from the beings' sights.

Such words Only had provoked your husband as another growl left him and it seemed the beings words seemed to knock some sense into your beloved Eve. As you heard a faint gasp leave her.You only could spare he a fleeting glances before movement from your Husband caught your attention as he sprung forward, his spear striking air, as the being seemed to disappear but only growing to be a pile of glittering gold coins that shifted and moved along into a long body that coiled and coils around the forbidden tree, Jagged spikes baring from its mouth as it hissed out furiously at your husband.

"Dost thou dare think thou canst strike me? I am one of the beings who partook in fashioning an error like thee!”  

But your husband did not back down, only grabbing his spear tighter. 

“"Heaven commits no errors, only the damned do. And now I perceive thou art no angel, never wert thou.” Your husband snarled back, as he struck mightily his spear 

at the deceiver. 

You believed that Adam could banish the deceiver away, for now he held no fear of it and its taunts fell on deaf ears as your husband did not fall for its trickery. 

You had focused yourself onto the woman who was holding your wife softly pulling her back from the tree to behind it, one of the red illuminous fruit with a bite ripped from its core placed into your wife's hands. The woman's mouth moving, Lilith whispering more deceitful lies to your Wife.

You moved forward with your spear tight in your hands, You needed to get Eve away from that fiend. 

You needed to protect her, Adam could not do so by himself. 

“Wife!” You called out to her watching Eve's eyes move towards you as you approached. 

“"I beg thee, cease! I beseech thee, return to me, for if thou harborest any doubts of me, allow me to dispel them.” You pleaded to your wife, holding out a hand to her, you could not force her, you knew it would only drive your wife away, but you offered her your ever loving hand, showing her that you still loved her and that you never had stopped loving her. 

You saw her honey eyes soften, a glow of life returning to them as her hope grew at the sight of your outstretched hand.

“spouse..” Eve had softly spoken moving towards you only to be roughly grabbed by the snake's wife. 

"Dost thou not perceive? It is but a snare. They seek only to entice thee back under Adam's dominion.” Lilith spoke harshly to your wife, as if scolding her. 

"Nay! Adam never intended to inflict such feelings upon thee! My wife, my love, my Eve, I beseech thee, do not be swayed by spiteful words. Our husband loves thee, for I know it to be true. Thy love and Adam's love are genuine, for I could not draw breath if it were not so! I implore thee, hearken unto me.” You pleaded Eve to turn her ears away from Lilith, sing bird charms and listen to your ever begging one. 

"Thou canst not put faith in the words of one who hath forsaken thee.” Lilith harshly hissed into your wife's ear holding her too tightly that you could see pain from on your wifes sweet face making you move quickly to shove the first woman created away. Pushing her harshly to cause her to trip over the trees clawed out roots to the ground. You moved in front of Your wife, baring the spear down at the woman, a scornful look in your own narrowed eyes. 

"Wouldst thou trust the words of one who scars thy skin, over mine, who extended my hand for thee to grasp at thine own pace, my wife?” You spoke as you kept your eyes on Lilith who glared back at you. You felt a sense of relief when you saw the red fruit that was in Eve's hands fall and rolled past your feet towards Lilith before feeling your wife's arms wrap around you and feeling her dig her face into your back. 

"I am sorry... forgive me…” you felt Eve tremble as she held onto you, her voice quiet and weak.  You wanted to tell her that you had already forgiven her, that everything would be okay, even as you watch Lilith's eyes fall behind you before moving to get on her feet despite your spear aimed to strike her if she came too close. 

“Lucifer No!” Lilith cried out, more so in panicked warning.

"IF THOU CANST NOT PERCEIVE THAT THOU ART NAUGHT BUT HEAVEN'S PAWN, I SHALL COMPEL THEE TO REALIZE HOW INSIGNIFICANT THOU TRULY ART!” The deceiver's voice boomed and you heard the sounds of choking coming from your husband making you turn to see your husband in the air wrapped in coils of serpent scales. His spear fallen down to the ground, as his feet dangled above it high, the serpent's head had baring open and the upper half of the beings man's body emerged from it, his hands over your husbands lower face as if forcing something down your husband's throat, and your husband weakly choked around it as his body tried to expel it out of his airways, tears stung at your husbands face as they rolled down with each harsh and growing faint cough and hack. 

“ADAM!” your wife screamed, moving from you and falling to her knees, her screams being drowned out by out loudly your heart beat pounded into your ears. You felt as if your body was set on flames, as if you were of the flesh of a prowling beast. Your eyesight blinded by bright white light, that bursted in an expelling force of gold that splattered over your face and onto the garden's forest floor.

Your arms tingle and buzzed with tension and with the energy that charged the air as you felt as if you fell forward, your hands gripping around something so hard they lost color and tingled numbly. 

A deafening shriek wailed out followed by rasped breathing that fell from your flaring nostrils as you jerked backwards causing bright holy gold spray up towards the heavens stars above.

The coils dropped your husband back to Edens soils, and you watched the fiend shrink back to his original small form, side bleeding and a wing slashed deeply, stumbling backwards into the trees trunk smearing his golden blood over it as he stumbled on the forbidden trees roots, His damned wife moving forward to catch him.

"I was but endeavoring to liberate thee... Thou art ungratefu-” The slithering Angel started to angrily lash out towards you, your family. 

“Lucifer.” His wife had warned, causing the Fiend to look at her before grabbing onto her, golden feathers swirled around them rapidly until they vanished leaving a mere pile of feathers that started to burn away like ash behind the tree. 

The sound of your husband choking captured your attention as you turned, seeing your wife holding Adam to sit up, your husband sputtering and hacking out chunks of fruit from his lips. Blood and saliva sputtered out with each painful rasp he intook and hacked back out. One of his hands around his throat. 

"Y/n, my spouse, aid him!” Eve cried begging you had you sprinting towards them falling to your knees sliding as you tried to help your husband. You rubbed at his back softly before pounding on it with one hand making his wheeze and hack more, your other hand you drove your fingers into his mouth to his throat curling around chunks of what was shoved into it, your husband hacked and gagged onto your fingers as you ripped them out of his mouth as  you wrapped them something solid, it seemingly freeing your husband as you lurched forward spewing contents of his stomach up in front of him. 

Eve moved, rubbing his back, tears streaming down her face and she let out a choked out gasp of relief when Adam drew in a harsh gulp of air, wheezing it out to gasp  for another. 

You too felt much relief, seeing that your Husband was breathing, and slowly was recovering, you moved your hands to take sight of what you pulled seeing that it looked like a small smooth stone. 

It gave off such a soft hopeful feeling as you held it. 

And you did not know why you had slipped it into your cloak, where Eve had made a small pouch for you to carry small things in the furr shield that kept unwanted eyes from your body. But you had before attending back to making sure your Husband was well and was thankful that he was, he leaned his head into Eve's shoulder, his eyes pinched closed but his breathing steady.

You looked at him with a lovely look he could not see before looking at your wife with the same look, just so merely glad and thankful that both were okay and free from the deceiver's grasps. 

It was then your Wife weeped, She weeped harshly and begged for both yours and Adams forgiveness.

"I forgive thee, my sweet love, our radiant sun, thou wert unaware of their deceit.” You softly assured her, watching as Adam grabbed Eve's hand softly rubbing his thumb on it gently as he murmured.

"Thou needest not seek my forgiveness, for thou already hast it... Thou hast returned to me... To Us.” Hiding his face into her shoulder seemingly exhausted. 

Your poor wife had only weeped harder. 

"But it was not mere words... It was deeper... And I apologize, I am so sorry, I have acted like a snake..” She confessed, you had tilted your head at your wife not truly knowing what she was truly about but you moved to her side wrapping your arms around her warmly and lovingly hiding your face into her soft plush hair concealing your view.

Adam had gone so deathly silent his golden eyes now open, staring at her so intensely before he moved away sitting up so painfully straight as he stared at his wife in betrayal and in pain.

Eve had only stared back at him with her honey eyes dropping down to look at their connected hands in pure shame. She had shrunken back into your loving grasp desperately. 

“I am sorry..” She whispered over and over as her tears fell from her face. Her apologies confusing you as you pulled your face from her hair softly making her honey eyes look into your own e/c. 

You could not see her flaws, not like how Adam could now. 

“"Thou art forgiven, We wholeheartedly forgive thee, my most beloved.” You told her firmly, not understanding why your precious wife kept begging for forgiveness. It was not her fault to be tricked by the snakes and while it hurt to find her taking comfort from the snake's wife, you could not see any wrongs for needing to feel secure in one embrace of a hug. As you and Eve had searched for each other for such embrace and To Adam to hold you both while you slept. 

Touch was an innocent comfort.

Plus your wife proved who she truly believed in your eyes when she took ahold of your hand, turning her ear away from the Liars. 

You did not know why your wife had stiffen in your embrace, as she looked at Adam with so much fear and uncertainty. 

You held her tightly before looking at Adam with your confused expression, seeing how stiffly he sat, how intense he seemed at staring into your shared wifes honey eyes, but his scorching eyes moved to lock with your own.

"Do we not, dearest husband?” You so softly asked him. 

Adam had froze, his mind burned with knowledge he had not had before, he knew exactly what Eve had confess and it pained him, it pained him deeply that she had been so unfaithful after how hard he tried to be a better husband, But he hurt more knowing that you did not have such knowledge. 

You didn't know that your shared wife laid with the snakes. 

He doubted you would even understand

And it hurt, seeing how loving and adoring you started at him, asking him to forgive what sin your shared wife had committed without even knowing what she did. 

But even as he stared at you, seeing you, constructed by the leftovers of himself and Eve,entirely made for him and Eve. Made to love them no matter what, Adam knew that you would never see them..

Their sins.

"Indeed, we do.” He spoke watching your loving eyes practically glow as you looked at Eve misunderstanding why her eyes were so wide as she looked at him with shock, surprise, and thankfulness as she looked into your eyes, another sob leaving Eve's lips as she buried herself into your hold, and you held her lovingly, because you were created to do so. 

Adam swallowed thickly, feeling how tight his throat felt and how itchy as if something was still so deeply stuck inside of it. He moved his hand to cover his throat, rubbing at it feeling a lump, he softly coughed as he pressed on it before pulling his hand away, tipping his head back to look at the heavenly night sky. 

He knew they would come. 

And when they did, there would not be rewards. 

He closed his eyes squeezing them shut tightly before opening them to see you comforting Eve, the look in his wife's eyes were the same as his own. 

They were going to be punished. 

But as he looked at you, speaking to them, mostly to his damned wife, he found himself not caring about what the angels would bring forth morning light. 

He knew of selfishness now

And as he leaned forward cupping a hand to the side of your face causing your words to stop and your breathtaking eyes to meet his own pierced ones. 

So He allowed himself to be selfish. 

His hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head softly grasping lightly beat your hair as he pulled you towards him, taking your lips with his own. You let out a delightful noise of surprise, it caused a shutter to move through him as he cherished this. 

And it seemed Eve, too, was allowing herself to be selfish as well.

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Alright, I took a quick nap and Ive decided that I wanna get the UTM reenactment over with as quickly as possible so Im reading chapter 42 and then I'll reward myself with some pain au chocolats and not thinking about this book for the rest of the day and watching the 2002 takarazuka flower troupe production of elisabeth instead. lets go

Chapter 42

here we fucking go with the illyrian wingspan-dicksize correlation, how would Amren even know that isnt she above sex or something. Honestly, I think Cassian would know wayyyyy more about that. on account of all the gay sex hes having i mean. I thought of that joke and then I realized that you could interpret it to mean that he knows about that because hes illyrian and has a dick, but I want to make it very clear that this is a gay sex joke

how come wings are so sensitive that just barely stroking them makes you moan and shudder but you can still fly with them in harsh winds with no issue. My headcanon is that wings arent actually that sensitive, Rhysand and Cassian are just weirdos with a specific kink

This conversation Feyre and Rhys are having about his wings is so weird, its like dirty and yet uncomfortably clinical

oh Rhysand is quicker than death just fucking kill me, im getting so angry again

Syphons are called 'Trichtersteine' ['funnel stones' or 'funnel gems'] in german which is more accurate to how we're actually told they work imo but it sounds pretty lame

Is it just me or is Rhysand being kinda weirdly paranoid rn. I mean granted, they did just get attacked with ash arrows so maybe hes actually doing a good job for once and Im just biased against him

Okay so we finally get some night court fae wearing white, but of course its not for moon symbolism its so they can blend in with the rock of the mountain because this series does nothing but disappoint me

The Hewn City actually sounds really cool, why couldnt this have been the secret city where we spend most of our time, you couldve made it a whole thing about Feyre healing from her trauma UTM through like, exposure therapy or something idk. That wouldve been neat and dramatic, her healing from her UTM trauma in the place that inspired it with the person that inflicted it. I mean, maybe that would be less healthy and even more controversial than Feysand already is but then you could atleast lean into the dark romance of it

I mightve said this already but you knowwww sjm is NOT a painter and consulted ZERO painters because Ive never heard of anyone think about creating art the way feyre does

and Mor is wearing red AGAIN why would you make this a trigger for Feyre just go back and edit it out its not like it matters

God, the description of her outfit is so deeply discomfortingl like it literally is exactly what she wore while she was being drugged assaulted but atleast they left the bodypaint out this time

"[Keir] looked at my face, then my body. I had thought that he would stare and drool greedily but... there was nothing. No emotion. Just ice cold. Shaking internally, - from anger and revulsion - I followed Mor." Im sorry, is she mad that Keir doesnt find her hot????

Theres something uncomfortable about Feyre referring to Rhysand as 'Mor's Lord' especially when we just had a whole paragraph describing her as a proud and empowered queen

"Usually, one Syphon was enough for an Illyrian to to able to steer his urge to kill down the right path." what???

Now shes describing Azriel as dark and beautiful as death and oughhhhhh i knoww im the only who cares about this and its for a pretty stupid reason but I care a lot and it makes me very angry

Feyre referring to a 19 year old Mor as 'barely more than a child' is weirdddddd

of COURSE hes wearing a black tunic for this, I cant believe this is the guy that the fandom has designated the fashion lover when he has two (2) outfits

Feyre describing Rhysand as sooooo powerful and beautiful with a face of nightmares and dreams makes me want to vomit, but more importantly, it makes me yearn to rewatch the 1996 takarazuka star troupe production of Elisabeth with Asaji Saki as Death who unirionically fits all of Feyres descriptors 1000 times better

Not Rhysand using Feyres Cursebreaker title while hes thoroughly humiliating her

Now Feyre is calling him a god, bro youre not gonna be able to have sex if you jack him off this hard hes gonna be all sore

Imagine being a hewn city noble and you all get together because your high lord wants something from you and youre kinda scared because hes the worst, and then you just have to watch him finger some random lady. and you cant leave because then he'll just kill you

I dont like that this is framed as empowering to Feyre, i think its one thing to write a female character who sexualises herself in order to empower herself but the fact that Feyre is doing this at the behest of Rhys automatically renders it non-empowering to me. Like yeah, she obviously consented to this but it wasnt her idea but this was not her idea and this is not something she usually does, the only times shes been sexualized like this is because it was part of some plan that Rhysand came up with

"[Keir] apparently clung to the power. But Rhys was the power." i hate that that sentence made me think of Keir/Rhysand as a ship why am I so goddamn yaoi-brained. And yeah, i know theyre related but according to Rhys himself, he and Mor are only cousins in the most distant sense, so. Man, that would make the IC dynamics so much more fucked up but also so much funnier

Theyre trying so hard to make this hot n sexy but its just so unappealing and dragged out. Granted, sorry if this is TMI, but I did just jerk off so Im all out of horniness for the next little while so maybe I just dont like this because Im not in the mood but idk. theres something so annoying about this, i think its how over-the-top and artificial Rhysands hotness feels, not to mention the fact that he is absolutely not my type

Imagine being Keir rn, just trying to do your job and tell your high lord everything that he needs to know, meanwhile his high lord is sitting in front of him fondling his new sex slave and you just have to keep a straight face. i mean, he sucks ass so i guess he deserves it but man

Presented to you with no further comment: "My breasts became heavy and full, longing, desiring, just like my crotch."

goddamnit, Rhysand just said that he put Feyre on his leash and then Keir made a kinda slutshame-y remark about her clothes and then I thought Rhys was like "maybe I'll put you on a leash too" but it was Feyre who said that. another loss for big gay incest

"He liked this as little as I did" uhhhhh no offense girlie but you actually seem to be having a pretty great time rn

I dont even know what to say about this part where Feyre is like, detaching herself from her thoughts that are calling her a traitor a liar and a whore ?? I think thats whats happening here?? Like, its trying so hard to be sexy but its invoking the imagery of Feyre's (and even Rhysand's) trauma and its just very strange

It took Rhys a fucking eternity to actually touch her pussy

What if Keir developed a voyerism kink because of this. would that be fucked up or what

Its so weird how Feyre thinks about how maybe Rhysand doesnt like sex or being desirable anymore because of amarantha and that certainly sounds like a trauma response he should have but instead it just never matters

"I had been tortured and tormented but my pain was nothing compared to his." YOU DIED

Oh man I cant believe I completely forgot about the absolutely iconic part where Rhysand gets so mad Keir for calling the woman he introduced as a whore a whore that he telepathically breaks his hand about it

what was the point of doing that, Feyre didnt even seem to like it that much

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 111

"everything can be transcended" ✨Sun Scorpio in 5th house: is very dramatic, intense, all or nothing, usually when they where kids they likes to listen metal or very intense music like "gojira" or emo like "placebo", high libido, they love making dark and mysterious art like movie scores, dramatic acting, techno, art that involves chaos, eroticism or s*xuality too. ✨Chiron in our natal chart can be treated a lot and that's when it becomes a healer, but if it's not treated it's just pain. ✨Sun scorpio in Aries degrees(1, 13, 25):  not the mysterious type of scorpio, but rather raw, blunt, and feisty (sometimes quite impatient). ✨Sun square NN: Problems with ego and soul, It is recommended to do spiritual practices here that allow to tame (dominate/transcend) the ego, because the ego here can play a rather hindering role in the evolution of the individual because doesn't want to disappear: fear of letting go, attachment, immature rebelliousness. ✨Pluto conjunct Chiron generation(s): have problems with real self love, because they try to love themselves first without knowing themselves, which generates quite arrogant, immature, lack of integrity and demanding people/personalities (crystal generation). ✨Mars square Moon: explosive anger(like bakugo's type), very fiery, hot, extremely passionate, mood swings, they have to learn to channel that strong energy by doing something physical like running, yoga, exercise, swimming, martial arts, and at the same time connect them with their emotions otherwise that energy can go to extremes such as violence, anguish or overindulgence. ✨Mars opposite Part of Fortune: Gives Mars in Aries type of behavior. +18 ✨Mars aspecting Saturn: Here I am going to share something intimate and an easter egg(for men): I know that this position could indicate small d*ck, but there are so many natural ways/exercises to make it grow bigger that if you do them in a saturnian way (this means with discipline, effort, persistence and persevering) you will be "rewarded" For example in my case(mars trine saturn): A few years ago I had it 5 inches and now I have it almost 8 inches. So everything is possible. ✨Mars in Taurus or Taurus degrees(2, 14, 26): could suffer from premature ejaculation(P.E). They might overload any of their 5 senses during s*x just to increase s*nsual pl*asure... Since 5 senses here are so strong, they have to learn to manage/channel their s*xual energy throughout their whole body, mind and spirit so that the energy is not only concentrated in the g*nital area, which is what causes premature ej*culation. If they do this, they can become very good in bed and even last a long time satisfying each of the 5 senses of their partner and of him at the same time in the encounter. ✨Mars in Aries or Aries degrees(1, 13, 25): Something similar happens with Mars in Taurus but instead here the problem is quickness and selfishness, which could cause s*x to be short and fast, although they are very hot and intense so here the time does not matter but the intensity of the encounter is what satisfies them. Here they are like the partner who likes rough s*x, quickies and if they set their minds to it, they can last a long time since they have a lot of energy/stamina. ✨Mars in leo but in cancer degrees(4, 16, 28): have mommy issues, is very k*nky, childish, they are quite comfortable to be around since they have a dominating aura but in a very maternal way, its like very protective energy, they could be very lazy, they have a lot of drive but they will start only if they feel like it(cancer influence), much of his drive goes to things that give him comfort and nurture him. ✨I have seen that much of what our mars and venus desire s*xually it is very superficial since they make up our personality and ego. And if you want to see what it is that you s*xually desire most deeply, look at your 8th house, even if it is empty, that can say a lot too. Since the 8th house represents our hidden side, it also represents our intimacy at soul level (that's the deep side of scorpio) like all water houses. So in the periods of life where you follow the s*xual desires of your Mars and Venus and you feel empty, remember that they will only fill your ego/persona which always leaves a feeling of emptiness inside that unconsciously makes you go for more, because the ego can never be filled. If you really want to have your s*xual life on another level, in a higher vibration, more spiritual, more transcendental, more healing, more nutritious and full, look at your water houses (4th house, 8th house, and 12th house) or where you have Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces in your chart since s*xuality(sacral chakra) is the water element of our human bodies.

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