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koos-euphoria · 9 months

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BITE ME | JAKE SIM

jake x fem!reader | smut | 18+ | boyfriend!au

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warnings: smut, kissing, dry humping, pet names, switch?jake, teasing, non protective sex, praise, needy!jake, begging, biting, marking. This is literally just smut with no plot😰

— summary: jakes always such a good boy for you.

Notes: this hasn’t been proof read as I literally just wrote it so there’s probably spelling mistakes💀

I’ve been thinking about sub jakes for days now, and I’m just sharing my thots😵‍💫 Also this is for my bestie cus she loves subby!jake just as much as I do🫶🏻 @wildflowermooon

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“Eyes on me, baby” you say softly as you slowly peel your oversized t-shirt off, revealing your naked breasts and panties to his hungry eyes. He leans back on his hands while his jaw goes slack his tongue flicking over his bitten swollen lips, making them wet with his spit. His pretty brown eyes glazing over as his hips thrust helplessly into the air, his cock twitching for friction. “P-please” Jake begs, his voice whiney and slightly airy. You can’t help but smile sweetly, “you’re always so good for me Jakey.”

The male nods his head mindlessly, his eyes never leaving your body, he craved to be your good boy, he wanted every little praise that you’d possibly give. “Tell me what you want.” You ask him as you slowly walk over the where he’s sitting on the end of his bed. Jake’s legs spread wider unconsciously, as your bare thighs brush his own, the skin to skin contact makes his lashes flutter and hip roll once again.

You trail your eyes down the length of him, noting the slight red flush on his on his chest as it heaves, it’s paired with his cock, matching the same flushed red tint as the tip of his cock leaks pre cum. You bite your lip at the sight, mouth salivating. “Bite me? I dont- just want you, p-please baby.” Jakes airily asks, his head falling back to give you the full length of his neck.

You coo, as you straddle his hip, your centre hovering over his bare needy cock. His head springs up, eyes wide as he didn’t expect you to give him so much yet. You smirk at him, as his cock twitches below. Finally you lower yourself and Jake can all but feel the warm, wet cotton material of your underwear against him, giving him the delicious friction on the sensitive tip that he’s been wanting from you all day. A loud moan is ripped from his throat, as a shiver runs down his spine. He can feel the way your lips spread apart to accommodate the tip of his cock. “Fuck. So warm” He babbles as he screws his eyes shut, his mind empty other than the thought of you, you, you. His arms shake as the try to hold up his weight, his strength slowly dissipating as he get lost in the feeling of you, you move your hips again, and Jake whispers quietly, he’s sure he felt how your clit throbbed against him. You can’t help but giggle at how cute and desperate he is.

But fuck did Jake want nothing more than to move your cute pink fucking panties that barely cover anything to the side and fill your sweet tight warm cunt up with his aching length, but he knew you’d stop and move away almost straight away if he even tried. So he bites his lip instead of giving into his thoughts.

Leaning forward you brush the tip of you nose against the side of his neck, teasing him further. “Want me to bite you hm? What if I mark up your pretty neck?” You ask seductively as you drag your tongue against his racing pulse. Jakes hips grind against you as he silently mouths “fuck”, causing a gasp to fall from your mouth, the air forcing goosebumps to raise on Jakes skin. “Please, want it.” He whines sweetly as he grips the bedsheets.

“Always so polite.” You praise quietly before attaching your mouth to him. Your teeth grazing his flesh as you suck a pretty purple mark on him. You repeat the process 2 more times as Jakes writhes beneath you, all sorts of sweet sounds leaving his pink lips.

Once done you pull away to assess your work, and him into delight before you look at him in his eyes, your breath hitches once you see how fucked out he looks. Gulping down as you soothe your palms up his chest.

“You look pretty with my marks on you baby. You did so well.” You praise again, leaning forward you curl your hand around the back of his neck pulling him In further for a kiss. With how needy Jake is your not surprised at how passionate and messy it quickly becomes. “Wanna touch you.” He whimpers into your lips as he grinds his vocal against you desperately, getting drunk on you. “Touch me then Jakey, you’ve been so so good.” You say.

Jake barely let you finish your sentence before he has his hands on you, he whimpers into your mouth, as you run your hands through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp. One of his hands cup your tits, rolling and pinching your nipple forcing a moan from you as his other wraps around your waist pulling your body flush to his.

You both make out sloppily until you run out of breath, no choice but to pull away. You remove one hand from his hair, using it to tease your way down your body as you keep your eyes seductively on Jake.

Stopping once you get to your underwear, you slowly pull them to the side a string of arousal sticking to them. Jake whimpers as his mouth waters at the sight. Oh how he wants to just burry his face between your legs, to lick and suck at your swollen bud while drinking ever drop you leak until your shaking.

But the aching of his cock out weights that thought right now. Shame, next time he promises himself, he’ll be so good you can’t deny him the sweet taste of you.

You wrap your hand around him as he’s gets lost in his thought aligning his tip to your leaning hole. You don’t waste any more time as you easily slide his cock into your pussy with the amount of juices the is dripping from you, inch by inch fills you and Jakes preens his thoughts lost and he tucks his face into your neck as euphoria takes over him.

He slightly panics nails digging into your skin as he feels your soft velvety walls clench around him when he’s finally all the way in. He’s gonna cum so fast if he isn’t careful. His balls are tight and full, ready to cover your walls in his cum. You know this already though being able to read him pretty much like a book, which is why you start by slowly lifting yourself up before lowering yourself back down gently on his whole length. Dragging out both of your pleasure for as long as you can.

Jake however can only take so much before he takes over the rhythm, growing impatient like you knew he would. Beginning to thrust his hips up to fuck into your faster, harder. His hands drop to your ass as he holds you In place.

“Shit, baby” you moan out hands gripping on your shoulders as you let him take charge a little. His cock pumping in and out of you, hitting your g-spot over and over, causing your eyes to roll back.

“Feel you squeezing my cock, so good.” He whines. Leaning back in to kiss you as he sucks on you bottom lip. “Wanna fill you up with my cum. Please, can I do that?” He whimpers desperately, his voice breaking as his high approaches fast. His hips stutter slightly but doesn’t change his pace as he continues to fuck himself into you.

His left hand reaches between your bodies until he finds you swollen clit, rubbing it gently in figures of eights. “Cum for me? Please, oh please cum on my cock.” Jakes begs as your thighs shake at his effort, you’re so close. “Fuck okay baby, cum with me. Fill me up like a good boy hm?”

Jake let’s put a guttural groan, as you give him the green card to finish. His body listens as his his cock continuously twitches ropes of cum hitting you walls as he gasps out “f-fuck”

You high comes right after his, moaning as your body shakes above him, your juices covering and mixing with his.

Your both gasping for breath as Jake slowly stops, falling backwards until his back touches the soft sheets below. “I fucking love you” he sighs floating in his afterglow. You smile catching your breath as you lean down to him pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss. “I love you too, Jakey.”

After a few beats of silence, you cough “so biting huh?” Jake laughs shyly. “Hey, don’t kink shame me.”

#enhypen smut #enhypen oneshot #enhypen imagine #enhypen #jake sim #jake sim smut #jake sim imagine #jake sim oneshot

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scenezfreak · 10 months

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Eyeless JackX F!Reader Smut

Warnings: Rough fucking, needy EJ in heat, cream pie, knotting, oral (reader receiving)

MINORS DNI !!!

NOT PROOF READ.

Wrote this while watching the News bruh, if it’s bad I blame it on the news 🙏 I kept getting distracted

The day went by slowly, EJ was always out on missions for a long time. You had no other choice but to just sit there, bored and alone. You decide to take a shower, grabbing a towel and heading for the bathroom. You strip out of your clothes and turn on the shower, you step in and hiss at the coldness. ‘I should’ve waited for it to heat up…’ you thought to yourself. Sighing and bathing yourself. After getting out you decide to throw on some shorts and one of EJ’s shirts, it was big on you of course. Him literally being 6'4.

You walk out of the room after drying your hair to get a snack. You turned the corner and bumped into someone, you step back, “I’m sor-“ you were cut off by being pushed Into the wall and held by your throat. You make a pained sound as you hit the wall. You can’t see who it is because of how dark it is in the hallway from it being 12 at night. You feel hot heavy breathing in your ear then feel multiple tongues licking your collarbone. Knowing the feeling of those tongues from anywhere, “EJ..?” You strain out, you hear a whine and the person lifts their head up.

You were cut off from speaking again when he kissed you, immediately pushing his tongues into your mouth. Your hands grip at his hoodie as his tongues explore every inch of your mouth. You moan and deepen the kiss. EJ pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths, you’re both out of breath. Realizing you’re in the hallway you ask EJ to go to the room, he picks you up bridal style and heads to the room. You can see him better now as he lays you on the bed, his discolored skin is now adorned by a deep hue of blush on his face, his breathing is ragged and heavy, he hasn’t said a word and he’s holding onto you like he’s about to lose you. His eyes focus on yours. Your eyes widen…

“EJ…you’re in heat, aren’t you?” You ask already knowing the answer. You sit up, you can tell he’s holding back, his heats are rough and he always holds back until you give him the green light. He has to restrain himself from just pouncing on you and marking up your pretty skin with bite marks and hickeys. He doesn’t talk during his heats either, his mind is too foggy to get any words out. You nod at him, “You can have me, EJ.” You say in a whisper. He pins you down and quite literally rips off your shorts and underwear, he doesn’t waste any time to lap at your cunt.

He knows how to use his 3 tongues, one is licking your clit while the other 2 are inside of you, fucking you frantically with his tongues. You moan out from the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair as you get closer to your orgasm. He’s forcing your thighs open and eating you out rougher. You almost cry when he pulls back right before you can cum. He grips your thighs and starts sucking dark hickeys on them, you flinch when he bites down, then again, and again. That will definitely leave a mark…

He doesn’t even bother taking his hoodie off only his jeans and boxers, he’s back on top of you in a flash, slowly pumping his own cock in his hand. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and lookup at him with needy eyes. Pulling up the hem of his hoodie, he puts the end in his mouth showing off his abs and his happy trail leading down to his cock, he’s lining up his cock with your hole that’s currently clenching around nothing. You feel him stretching you out when he pushes in, he’s far more bigger than normal when he’s in heat. You choke out a moan and grip his hoodie, your eyes are teary when he starts thrusting into you.

He snaps when he looks down at you and let’s go of the part of his hoodie that’s in his mouth, letting it fall and cover his body again. Your hair is messy, eyes threatening to spill tears, your grip on his hoodie, you in one of his shirts. He groans and curls his body into you, licking at your neck all the way up to your mouth, kissing you once again, his tongues enter your mouth again and he’s thrusting into you with force, his cock hitting that spot that makes you moan repeatedly. His hands grip on your waist, you can tell it’s going to leave bruises on your hips.

One his hands move to the back of your head, gripping your hair and pushing himself more into the kiss. At this point your mouth is as wet as your pussy is, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth from the kiss as he pulls back. He stops momentarily and wraps his arms around your torso pulling you to him, his head laying on the crook of your neck and shoulder, you can feel his soft brown hair tickle your neck, he starts thrusting again. It’s faster this time, hitting you deeper. The bed is rocking, the frame hitting the wall with how fast he’s going. You moan out his name as he fucks himself into you.

“That’s right.” He says, his voice almost sounding demonic, “Scream my name, let everyone know you’re mine.” He bites your neck, not minding the pain you beg, “mo- mh~ more please, Jack, please…please” you struggle out a moan. His head is foggy, his thoughts only filled with you, marking you, making you his, breeding you. He’s growling now, almost feral as he’s breeding you. “Mine…” he growls out, “say you’re mine. Only mine.” You whimper, your hole clenching at his words and his tone of voice. “I’m all yours…I’m only yours, Jack” you say between moans.

His hips stutter, you feel his cock twitch violently in you. He bites you once again, growling and speeding up, your eyes roll back, you’re getting close too. You can feel his claws digging into you, he stops moving as he bottoms out, his knot filling you up keeping you stuck on him, you both cum at the same time, his warm cum coming out in spurts as it fills you up, his knot keeping it inside of you, he pulls back. Drool is leaking from his mouth as he looks down at you. He grabs you and turns you over so you’re laying on top of him.

Both out of breath and tired, he wraps his arms around you and pets you, giving small pecks to your lips. You both fall asleep in each others arms while he’s still locked inside of you.

#creepypasta #smut #eyeless jack #eyeless jack smut #creepypasta smut

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angelst4re · 2 years

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hi beb <3 so.....lately i got obsessed with cedric diggory so i tought about if you could write about cedric x preg!reader fic where they r already out of hogwarts and they now both are in dumbledore's team ofc and they have a kiddo who is going to hogwarts in this year. so as she leaves they go home and have a really hot and spicy day.... meaning that they fuck on every possible surface. thank u if you write this i love u smmm!

hi love!! of course. i had a cedric phase once and i wrote some things for him so it was so weird doing it again... i hope you like it!! <3

Home Alone- Cedric Diggory x Reader [IK THE GIF IS NEIL, I JUST IMAGINE HIM AS OLDER CEDRIC!]

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, i literally just wrote p0rn, the plot is in the request! :)

note: i know what you're thinking... and no i'm not adding ced to the list of people i write for, i'm sorry :( this was just a one time thing bc me and @robertpattinsonslut were talking about this and she had the idea to turn it into a fic! but you never know, one day i might! <3

“We have the place to ourselves now…” Your husband whispered, tucking some hair behind your ear, “how about we make good use of it?”

“But Ced, I have things to do and-“

“So do I,” he snickers, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, “starting with… you!”

You smile at his words, he was so cheesy. You give in and pull him down to your level, crashing your lips into his. He kisses back, tangling his hand into your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer.

“Bedroom,” you pant between kisses, “now.”

“No need, angel.” He grins against your lips as he lifts you by your thighs, pinning you against the wall as he continues to kiss down your neck, sucking harshly on the delicate skin. Your legs wrap around his waist and you begin to grind down onto his growing bulge, the friction feeling like heaven on your clothed clit. “That feel good, hm?”

“Fuck yes.” you groan in his ear.

His lips part from your skin as he pulls back to remove his shirt, keeping you against the wall. You attempt to slide your panties down under your dress, but they get stuck whilst they’re halfway down your thighs.

“Someone’s eager.” He smirks, his hands coming down to your thighs, ripping the thin lace from your body. You hear them fall to the ground with a soft thump before Cedric’s lips come back to yours, your sensitive nub now rubbing against the rough fabric of his trousers. His hand comes down to where your bodies meet and begins toying with your clit, causing your mouth to fall open, giving his tongue access.

Cedric could tell when your high was approaching, as he swiftly removed his hand from you and began working on unbuttoning his trousers. Once they fell to the floor he pulled down his boxers, freeing his hard throbbing cock. You let out a sigh when you felt it press against your inner thigh, continuing to move your hips to find any form of friction.

However, you were stopped. One of Cedric’s hands came down to your heat again, lining his cock up with your hole.

“Think you can take it?” He asks, you could hear the smirk through his voice.

“Yes.” You whined, desperately needing to feel him.

“What’s the magic word, pretty girl?” He continues to tease you, using the tip od his dick to play with your clit.

“Please, Ced. Please.” You beg rather impatiently, throwing your head back.

Without warning, he slides into you. Your walls immediately clench around him as you gasp at the wonderful sensation. You hear him suck in his breath once he was fully inside you, before he began to gently thrust his hips. Your nails dig into his back as you try to concentrate on your breathing, not wanting to cum around his cock in a matter of seconds.

His pace picks up quickly, and he quickly realises he needs to move the two of you to somewhere more comfortable, his back was beginning to ache. Before you knew it, you were on the kitchen counter.

You try to push everything out of the way carefully, trying not to smash anything, but Cedric’s thrusts were so hard and deep, you accidentally knocked a glass jar into the sink, causing it to shatter. However, in this moment you couldn’t care less.

“Harder,” you encouraged him, “fuck me harder, Ced. Please.”

And like the good husband he is, he does. Your thighs begin to tremble around his waist as he thrusts into you, brushing the special spot inside of you each time. You’re left a moaning mess under him, begging for him to not stop, begging to cum around his cock.

“I’m close….” You pant, gripping onto the counter with your hands, “Ced, baby don’t stop, don’t stop, please… I’m gonna…”

“Cum for me. Let go, you’ve been so good for me.” He says between breaths.

And you do. Your pussy starts to pulse around him as the wave of your orgasm comes crashing down onto you. Your body glistens with a thin layer of sweat as you throw your head back, letting out a sting of moans, followed by his name over and over again.

When you come back to Earth, you look up at your husband through half-lidded eyes. He smirks, telling you to prepare because he’s going to fuck your brains out.

He decides to move again, this time you were straddling his hips on the sofa, bouncing on his cock, determined to make him cum. You swirl your hips as you sit on his dick, your hands placed on his chest for support before you begin to move up and down again, slower this time, letting yourself feel every inch of him slip out before filling you up again. He lets out a groan as your walls clamp around him again and pulls you down for a kiss.

“Keep bouncing on my cock like that and I’ll give you my mouth, doll.” He whispers against your lips. This motivates you, continuing to move your hips up and down until you feel his cock twitch inside you. He was close. “Did I say stop?”

The new angle he had put you in caused him to go deeper with each move of you hips, so when he began to thrust into you too you were in total bliss, so much that you stopped all your movements, just lying against Cedric’s chest.

“Shit,” he groans, “gonna cum in your pussy, baby. Is that okay?” He asks, continuing to thrust into you.

“Yes, please cum in me Cedric… need to feel you fill me up.” You babble against his chest, your eyes falling shut as you feel him come undone inside you. He takes a deep breath as you try to move your hips again, working him through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Your pussy feels too good, angel.” He whispers into your hair, his hand coming down to your back to flip you over, “and tastes like heaven…”

As Cedric positions himself between your thighs, you slide away from underneath him. He gives you a confused glance as you take his hand and lead him into his office room. You sit on his chair and spread your legs as he stands and watches your hand come down to your pussy.

“C’mon, Mr Diggory. Don’t you want to eat your wife out in your office?” You give him the most devilish grin as he drops to his knees in front of you. His face inches away from your hot, dripping cunt.

He takes finger and collects some of his cum mixed with your arousal and uses it as lube to play with your clit. He rubs it from side to side to begin with, watching your face as you bite on your lower lip. He then gives it a light pinch before burying his face into you, his mouth sucking your nub between his lips. You let out a gasp as he slips a finger into your hole, followed by another, and begins to pump them in and out.

“Ced, oh my- don’t stop!”

“Why would I stop, baby? We have all the time in the world now until our babies born,” his spare hand comes up to your bump, “and even after then I’m sure we’ll find some time to have fun.”

#robert pattinson #cedric diggory #robert pattinson smut #cedric diggory smut #harry potter smut #cedric diggory x reader #cedric deserved better #robert pattinson x reader

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fan-goddess · 6 months

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Authors Note: Here’s the final one of your requests sweet anon! I literally started this yesterday so I’m happy with how quick I wrote this! I’ve separated your requests into 3 separate pieces just so it’s easier! Hope that’s okay and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Certainly went more goofy than usual with the tags that’s for sure…

Warnings: P in v sex, public sex, Toms got a hell of a mouth, dirty talk, teasing, unprotected sex, he’s just oozing dominance, overstimulation, he’s cocky as hell, but he gets strangely bashful at the end, he’s gotta low-key breeding kink, and it’s successful, thumb sucking but not your own, degrading I think, praising also, (if I’ve missed any which I don’t doubt I have, then let me know in a way you’re comfortable with)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @omgbrcat

The bar was crowded and noisy, as sailors from all ranks spread themselves all throughout the room looking for their next ‘catch of the day’.

You yourself was sitting idly by the bar, sipping your daiquirí whilst your supposed best friend was chatting up some ginger haired sailor with spectacles the size of oranges with vigour. You loved her, you really did, but she really had some unique tastes…

“And what’s a gal like you sitting all by herself in a place like this now?” A voice said, bringing you from your depressive thoughts.

When you turn to him, you’re actually surprised to see a handsome man in-front of you, dressed in his sailors uniform, with a matching hat and a cocky grin painted on his lips to match.

“Well sailor, my mates currently chatting up one of your own. And I’ve been left all on my own…” It’s amusing to you how when you mockingly pout in annoyance for a little added affect, the sailors eyes can’t stop themselves from staring at them, desire clearly swirling within them.

“Well we can’t have that can we now! A beautiful woman should never be without company I believe!” He grins, slyly touching hands with your own so his little finger can caresses your warm skin.

You choose not to answer his statement right away, instead watching with hooded eyes as his own stare pure liquid heat into your whole body, merely at the sight of your lips pursed around the straw of your drink whilst you give a small hum of amusement.

“And what are you going to do about my lack of company sailor?” You grin, placing down your now empty glass to look at him with full attention, resting your head on your hand for that extra effect.

“Well, I’ll be keeping the lady company. In any way she so pleases…” He grins, coming closer to you under the pretence of wiping something away from the corner of your mouth. Only his own mouth opens slightly in surprise and arousal, when your lips move to wrap around his thumb and bite down slightly, before removing it with a slightly wet pop and a cheeky grin.

“Well then, it’s a good thing I know exactly how you’ll be keeping me company, isn’t it sailor boy?” The cheeky carefree grin still drawn on your face.

“Yes pretty woman, it is indeed…”

It’s surprising how calm and aroused you are about fucking an absolute stranger in an abandoned and slightly dirty alleyway behind the bar. But hey, the big wars going on and you have no idea if you may die the next day. Gotta make the most of it right?

“Fuck… such a tight pussy…” The sailor boy groans, the sound alone going straight to your cunt that clenches desperately around his cock.

You have no idea his name, but that strangely makes that it all the more thrilling.

“Oh! So good!” You whine. The grip your nails have on his arms tightening as his teeth sink almost desperately into the skin of your neck. Wanton you cannot control ripping straight from your throat as he does so.

It only gets worse when that same thumb you playfully bit down earlier comes to your mouth once more to collect some of your built up saliva, and skilfully trace circles with it on your swollen clit.

You’ve got to admit, your sailor is nothing but skillful when it’s comes to a woman’s body. Not that you’re complaining of course….

“Can already feel your walls clenching down on me. You want my cum that badly inside you huh?” He huffs, grinning into the skin of your neck as he sucks dark marks you know’ll show up the next morning. It almost makes you forgive the cocky undertones that so clearly shines through.

“It’s okay love, I know you can’t help it when you’ve got a cock this big in your tight little pussy huh? Come on love, fucking cum for me already!”

You didn’t even realise how close you were until he told you. As the moment he said those words with that almost annoyingly deep seductive voice of his, your walls began to clench and your whines become muffled as you try to quieten them down by keeping your head in the curve of his neck.

Yet as you felt the euphoric feeling calm down, you realised he hasn’t even cum yet, and he was still thrusting deep inside of you like it was his last time on earth. Which to be honest, when you thought of this moment later that evening, to a man like him, it very well may have been.

“Awe it’s okay love! You can give me another one can’t you? Let’s see if we can give you another before I cum deep inside you shall we?” The sailor gives you another cocky smirk whilst his thumb still continues to draw small shapes on your clit, and all you can do to respond is whimper slightly whilst nodding your head sluggishly.

The strange buzz you begin to feel throughout your whole body is slightly painful, and yet that feeling mixed with the once again building of pleasure is something you can’t help but find almost annoyingly addictive.

So additive in fact, you can’t help but clamp your teeth tightly onto the plump skin of your lips to keep that delicious mix of pain and pleasure pumping through you.

“Awe, have I fucked my pretty girl dumb? That’s such a shame… still. I gotta tell you this is by far, the best fucking cunt in England” He emphasises his praise with a sharp thrust between each word, and you can’t stop yourself anymore from releasing your lips and beginning to desperately gasp for breath as his cock makes you feel practically breathless as he bullies you with it.

And It’s only worse for you when his cock begins to bully your sweet spot harshly and accurately.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cum again!” You whine, your eyes screwing shut as you barely manage to get the words out.

“Hey! Eyes on me love!” His hand suddenly withdraws itself from your clits with a slight gasp you realise he’s grabbed your jaw tightly to force your eyes to look into his own, and his thumb covered in your juices is pushed into your own mouth, where you suck almost wantonly at the soaked digit with a whine.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl! Gonna cum deep inside you… and who knows. Maybe I’ll leave you with a going away present!” He chuckles, before his face screws up slightly as you feel yourself cumming around his cock, bringing him to his own orgasm with a deep erotic groan.

The two of you don’t speak for a few moments. Allowing only the sounds of your mixed heavy breaths do the talking as he releases you from his hold and the two of you begin to make yourselves presentable.

Sailor boy only needing to pull up his trousers and redo his belt, whilst you yourself pull up your underwear and adjust the shoulder straps of your dress before wiping away the slight wet trails around your mouth with your sleeves.

You look at him almost shyly as the sudden soberness hits you, whilst his own eyes hold slight sympathy when he looks over the state of your neck. No doubt already bruised and marked for all to see on the way back home.

“My names Tom by the way. Tom Bennett.” He says, finally breaking the sudden build of ice.

You shyly say your own, and a slight blush takes over your face when he repeats it back to you under his breath with a small half smile. As if to test it.

“I’m shipping off next week. Did you uhm, did you wanna maybe go somewhere to eat tomorrow night maybe for dinner? I’d ask if you wanted to go now, but now that I’m looking at you, I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go and rest back at your place first before we did anything…” It’s strange to see your sailor boy, or Tom you suppose, so shy all of a sudden. But still you can’t help yourself from smiling slightly as his much more innocent proposition than the one he gave you back in the bar.

“I’d love to do it tomorrow! I think you’re right. I may need some rest before we go somewhere… still, did you have anywhere in mind to eat?” You ask, preening slightly as he smoothly places him arm over your shoulder almost possessively and leads you out of the alley with a small smile, insisting he walks you to your home.

Whatever you do, no matter how many times you’re asked, you never tell your children this is how you met their father. Nor tell your eldest son this is how he got brought into the world…

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 3 months

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Forbidden Fruit

Pairings: Copia X AFAB!Reader Type: Smut Summary: Copia loves bending it over onstage, and you just need to show that ass some appreciation. Warnings: Eating out and pegging Word Count: 2834 Notes: Read here on ao3. This is an AFAB!Reader story, but I don’t think it has specific pronouns. If you want to read this with different pronouns or as an AMAB!Reader story, literally hit me up, and I will send you that version, or repost it. Please don’t be shy in that regard :) Also, I’m going to be real, I wrote this so long ago, I just never ended up posting it (it was literally my first time writing smut), so I don’t really remember a lot of what happens here.

There were nights where it was difficult to be away from Copia. Especially with him constantly gone on tour, leaving you with nothing to do. Sure you could try to do some chores with the siblings, or garden with Primo, or just do literally anything, but that never seemed enticing enough.

Instead, you just decided scrolling through TikTok would be a better idea because on occasion, Copia’s gorgeous face would pop up and make the day better. Not that you did that all day every day, but a good portion of your day was spent scrolling on that god awful app.

When Copia finally got his break, you were beyond excited for him to spend his time with you while he prepared for the US leg of the tour.

Copia was beyond relieved when he got out of the car and saw you running towards him, jumping in his arms for a hug and a kiss.

“Did you miss me, dolce?” He asked, gently laughing and holding you tightly.

“Of course I didn’t. I just wanted to run and hug you and never let you go because I hate you,” you joked, knowing he would get a laugh out of the cheesy statement. He let you go, placing a hand on your cheek and smiled. You held his hand to your face and melted into his touch.

“Well I missed you, amore mio. Come, let’s sneak away and leave the ghouls to do the unpacking.”

“How could I say no?” You giggled, pulling him into the Ministry without another word.

He followed along, pleased with how happy you were to see him. When you finally got to the bedroom, he quickly undressed, getting into more comfortable clothing, and laid down, pulling you close to him. “How are you more gorgeous each time I return?” He asked, pulling you into a kiss, then trailing down to nip at your neck and collar. “I could just eat you up,” he chuckled.

“Copia,” you said, sucking in a breath.

He looked up. “Hm?”

“Fuck, I missed you,” you responded, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“Care to show me just how much my dolcezza missed me?” He chuckled, pulling away.

The moment he pulled away, you flipped him over, sitting on his lap. “You know, you had no reason putting on these pajamas when you knew I would be pulling them off anyways,” you said, pulling off his shirt.

“Maybe you are right,” he said, grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him. “Maybe I just wanted to have you undress me,” he smirked, kissing you again. Rolling your eyes, you kissed him back, moving only to tug his pants off so that he was clad in only his boxers. “I feel that you are a little overdressed for this occasion, tesoro.”

“Well maybe I need someone to help me with th-” He wasted no time in flipping you over, pulling off your shirt and shorts, leaving you exposed except for your underwear. “Well someone’s eager.”

“I have been without you for far too long. I’m not delaying this any longer,” he said, ripping your panties off next.

“Those were expensive!” You gasped, playfully shoving him.

“I will buy you new ones,” he dismissed, flipping you over, trailing kisses down your body until he reached your dripping cunt. “So wet,” he mused, sliding a finger through your slick. “All for me?”

“Oh, fuck, yes. All for you,” you moaned, back arching at the contact. He brought his finger to his lips, moaning when the taste of you hit his tongue.

“I’ve been craving a taste of my favorite dish. I’ve waited far too long,” he said, burying his face in your cunt.

His tongue worked magic, swirling around your clit as he pressed one finger into your entrance. You grabbed a handful of his hair, eliciting a groan from him that vibrated through your entire body. “Oh sweet Lucifer,” you moaned, grinding against his face. He pushed another finger in, angling directly for that sweet spot he knew would have you melting into the bed.

He kept his eyes on you as you squeezed yours shut. He pumped his fingers in and out while he continued to eat you out like a man starved. The noises the two of you were making were downright filthy. He was drawing moans out of you, his fingers making squelching sounds as he fucked you with them.

“Shit shit shit, yeah right there,” you chanted as you felt a familiar coil building in your stomach.

“Are you going to cum?” He asked, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you. “Going to cum all over my face and my fingers?”

“Fuck!” You shouted as he dived back into your pussy, clenching around his fingers. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Fuck, unholy fuck!”

“That's it. Cum for me,” he said, sucking your clit with more fervor and angling his fingers just right. It was enough to send you over the edge. He worked you through your orgasm, and only pulled away once you started flinching from overstimulation. “That’s it. Good girl,” he praised, coming to lay next to you as you came down from your orgasm. He put a gentle hand on your chin and pulled your face to look at him, then pulled you into a sweet kiss.

You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, and he pulled back with a chuckle. “Ready for round two?” He smirked.

With a nod, you knew it was bound to be a long night.

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Quiet time was valued by you and Copia both. A way to destress with each other and just chill out without having to talk or do anything. He had been reading a book for the past thirty minutes while you scrolled through your most recent addiction that is the app TikTok – with headphones on of course. There was no reason to disturb the peace.

While scrolling, you found countless baking videos, some BookTok videos, cosplay, but most importantly…tour videos.

A lot of them were with the ghouls being chaotic demons onstage. They were entertaining, but what piqued your interest most was the Copia clip that popped up.

Adjusting your posture, you watched what the creator called a ‘crack video’ of the random things that happened during Mummy Dust.

Some of it was the ghouls, Dewdrop slamming his fist into his guitar, reaching for a person in the crowd, and then jerking off in time to ‘cum’ with the confetti. Or Phantom holding his guitar at weird angles, posing with an oddly threatening aura, or trying out some new hip thrusts. Even Rain and Cirrus had their moments in the video.

But what interested you the most was when Copia popped up. He was just as chaotic as the ghouls. Growling, thrusting, slapping imaginary asses, and fingering the air. But it couldn’t get any better when you saw the perfect angle of someone filming as he bent over, wiggling his ass back and forth as if taunting someone to come and fuck him.

Someone coming up, bending him over the bed, moving their hand from his groping his ass to roaming up his spine, then pressing his head in the bed as they fucked him…Sathanas…what an image…

Clenching your thighs together, you watched as he began to bend forward, sticking his perfect ass out for everyone to ogle. And fuck did he look good. Every curve of him made your mouth water. It was too much just to look at, but you couldn’t look away as he wiggled his ass. He looked absolutely delectable.

A small moan slipped out of your mouth at the thought of pounding him into neck week, and Copia gave you a look.

“Everything alright, amore mio?” He asked, placing a bookmark in his book and setting it aside as he looked at your phone and removed your headphones.

“How have I never seen this before?” You mused, looking at him with a mischievous grin.

“Ah, so I have caught your attention?”

You rolled your eyes. “When do you not?” You paused and looked at him, admiring his unpainted face and mismatched eyes.

“What are you thinking?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I want to fuck you,” you stated bluntly.

“Well, I am happy to let you climb on to-”

“No. I want to fuck you.”

He gave you a confused look, and you slid off the bed, going to look for the box you had hidden in your dresser. You set it on the bed, then crawled on top of him. He placed his hands on your hips as you began rocking against him, his cock quickly hardening at your movements. “Amore…”

Leaning in to kiss him, you let a small moan slip through your lips. “I want to fucking devour you. Every inch of you is absolutely perfect. Please, Copia, let me…”

“I need a little more context, yes?” He chuckled, nipping at your neck. “What’s in that box, il mio cuore?”

You brought one hand back, blindly searching as you kept your eyes on him and leaning in for another kiss. When you opened it, his eyes went wide.

A nicely sized black dildo, harness, and a bottle of lube were all that was in the box. ‘Oh,” is all he said.

“You can say no.” He just stared at you and the contents of the box dumbly. “Copia?”

“Cazzo,” he cursed. “Si, yes, please,” he said, quickly scrambling to remove his clothes.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you grabbed both of his hands, then leaned in to nip at his neck. “Let me worship you,” you whispered.

He visibly shuddered. “Please,” he begged. You began unbuttoning his pajama shirt, trailing sloppy kisses from his neck to his stomach, leaving practically no bit of skin dry. You made sure to pay close attention to his nipples, biting at one and pinching the other, then switching every few moments. Finally, you made your way to the waistband of his pants. Sitting up, you gently pull the fabric off of him. Of course, no underwear. What was the need when he was next to you? Made for easy access.

You stripped him fully, then began gripping his thighs, appreciating how meaty they were. He let out a moan when you dug your nails in slightly, causing his back to arch.

“Please, amore. I need you,” he moaned, his hands desperately reaching out for you.

“Not yet, darling. I said I wanted to worship you, and I meant it.” Sliding down his body some more, you made your way to his calves. They were so defined that you couldn’t help but press kisses to the soft skin. You trailed kisses back up to his thighs, then began biting, enjoying the way that he bruised easily, allowing you to mark him however you pleased.

He was moaning and desperate, and you knew this was just getting to the point of annoying teasing, which isn’t the intended goal. Bringing one hand to cup his balls, you licked a long stripe up his cock, taking the head in your mouth and swirling your tongue in ways that made him see stars.

“Vita mia-” he moaned, cut off when you took him fully into your mouth. He laced a hand through your hair to steady himself. “Please, I want to en-enjoy you. I’m going to cum if you -if you keep doing that.”

Although he asked for it, he whined and bucked his hips when you pulled off. “Bend over the bed,” you commanded, and he couldn’t help but obey. He looked like a desperate whore with how fast he slid off the bed and stuck his ass out, but this wasn’t the time for degradation. This was time for worship. “Fuck, you’re so pretty,” you whispered, bringing hands up to knead into his ass. “So perfect~”

“All for you,” he breathed out, trying to push his ass further into your hands.

“All for me, but you’re the one flaunting it onstage. Are you really that needy for attention?” He whined in response. “I’ll give you attention, darling…don’t worry,” you assured, grabbing the bottle of lube from the box. Slicking up your fingers, you smeared some around his hole, causing him to lurch forward at the sensation. “Color?” You asked as you began hooking the dildo into the harness and sliding it on.

“Green,” he huffed out, already overwhelmed by the simple touches he’s received.

With his confirmation, you pressed one finger into him, enjoying the way he clenched at the sudden intrusion. He let out a groan and tried pushing himself back. You placed a hand on his hips to still him, then began thrusting the single finger before adding a second, alternating between thrusting and scissoring to stretch him open.

“Please, I’m ready. I need you,” he moaned, pushing back against your fingers. He let out a sad noise as you retracted them.

Smearing whatever lube was left on your fingers and a bit more poured from the bottle, you lined up with his hole, barely pressing the head of the dildo into him. He let out a whine, and tried pushing back.

You put a hand on his hip and leaned to whisper in his ear. “Settle,” you said as you began pushing in. He grabbed the bed sheets, twisting them in his hands as you moved. You got about an inch in, then pulled out slightly, and pushed forward more, until it got to the point where your thighs were touching the meat of his ass.

“Your fucking ass is…sathanas this is fucking amazing,” you said, letting the dildo sit in his ass as if he were nothing more than a cockwarmer.

He moaned in response, trying to move on the dildo on his own, prompting you to move. Starting slow, you thrusted forward, eliciting a delicious groan from him. “Amore mio, please…more…” he begged, letting his head fall to the bed, muffling his noises.

Gently, you turned his head to the side, examining his handsome face as you stared in his glassy eyes. “Don’t hide those pretty noises, darling,” you said, punctuating the end of the sentence with a gentle thrust.

He let out a surprised moan, and lost control of what spilled from his mouth.

“You’re so pretty from here. Sathanas, how have I never done this before?” You asked, picking up the pace, punching out moans and grunts. “Taking me so well. Like you were built to be fucked.”

He let out a spent “uh-huh,” in response, fisting the bedsheets and closing his eyes.

“Bet this is what you think about on that stage. Getting dicked down. Wanted to be bent over, and let everyone see just how good you are. So fucking good.”

“Please, tesoro, I need more,” he pleaded. And who were you to resist such a beautiful plea?

One hand trailed up his back, while the other reached around to stroke his cock, which was slick with pre. He was absolutely dripping. It was such a beautiful thing.

He let out a high pitch moan once you hit his prostate dead on. “Yeah? Like that?” He nodded. “Fuck, Copia, you’re so beautiful like this. Laid out and bare, letting me treat you how you deserve. So good.”

There was an attempt to match the pace of stroking his dick in time with your thrusts, but it didn’t last long when you kept nailing directly into his prostate, and his hips began moving on their own.

“Amore, please, can I cum? I need to cum,” he asked, bouncing back on the silicone, not letting you keep your pace.

“Cum for me. Show me how good I’m making you feel.” You twisted your wrist, jacking him off at a simple pace, then swiping a thumb over the tip.

He shuddered and tensed, streams of white covering your knuckles. You fucked him through the orgasm, only getting slower when he began to twitch from the overstimulation.

Carefully, you pulled out, then removed the harness. He stayed in the position until you helped him move to lay on the bed.

He looked practically ruined, and oh so beautiful. “I’m going to grab a washcloth, love, I’ll be back,” you said, slipping off to the bathroom.

He looked half asleep when you came back, and you gently tapped his cheek. “Still with me?” He nodded. “Good.” You took the wash cloth and began wiping him down. You laid next to him, whispering praise while you stroked his peppered hair.

After a few minutes, he came back down to earth. “You didn’t cum,” he said, cuddling into you.

“I wasn’t doing that for me,” you responded, wrapping an arm around him.

“And if I asked to eat you out?”

“Then I would be a fool to say no,” you laughed. He grinned before disappearing between your thighs.

You would definitely be doing this again.

#bat writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa copia #papa copia x reader #copia #copia x reader #papa iv #papa iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader #popia #popia x reader

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khaire-traveler · 3 months

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This is not an invitation for discourse. I am just stating my personal opinions.

I've been seeing some posts going around lately about myth retellings and wanted to give my opinion on something: I think the helpol community (maybe other polytheistic and pagan communities, too) is honestly too critical and intense about modern retellings (and even some historical ones as well somehow).

I know what it's like coming from that critical point of view. I used to be highly critical of certain retellings and stories that used Greek mythology. They used to deeply bother me, actually, but overtime, I realized that staying mad and fuming about these things I can't change - that will always be created - is really exhausting and even causes me to miss out on some truly interesting stories.

Also, seeing how intense some people can be about retellings has actively discouraged people in the community from writing them. How do I know this? I am one of those people, and I happen to know several others in the same predicament. Some people in the community will rip and tear and claw at retellings as if the retelling murdered everyone they loved. People talk about these retellings as if they're literally destroying the earth itself sometimes - like, seriously, y'all, it's wild.

Once, I saw someone post a short story they wrote - a retelling of a myth that I won't name, as I don't want to give the identity of this person away. This person posted this story with good intentions and was a worshipper of the figures depicted within the story, but still, they got absolutely dragged by larger Tumblr blogs and were torn into and literally chased off of Tumblr. This kind of behavior is not ok for multiple reasons, but the main point I'm trying to make is that we are actively making it harder for people within the community to write retellings. You want retellings from people who actually worship the gods? Then maybe make the community a much less judgmental place because sharing creative works takes a lot of courage as it is. Imagine building up the courage to create and share a retelling just to be ripped into by the very community you are a part of. I'm not saying you can't mention to someone when they've gotten something wrong or have written something potentially problematic, but I am saying that you shouldn't ruthlessly dissect someone's work and rip them a part if they seem to be well-meaning but misinformed (assume the best; not everyone is out to get us; easier said than done, I know). You can give criticism while still being respectful to the original author.

For many of these other authors, however, they likely don't even know that worship of these gods exists in the modern day, and even if they do know, acknowledging it may not be relevant to their story, or even their point. Sure, in a perfect world, these authors would acknowledge our little community and pay homage to actual ancient traditions/culture/etc, but we don't live in a perfect world, and that's ok. It is ok, y'all. Not every author writing a retelling is going to be a literal classics major or historian. Not every author writing a retelling is going to be educated on the actual ancient -or modern - worship of these gods. Not every author writing a retelling is going to pay homage to original source material. Do those things suck sometimes? Yes, absolutely. Do we need to lose our heads over it? No, not really. We can choose to focus on other things - on material and media that we actually enjoy and that do depict things how we'd like them to be depicted.

Now, none of this is to say that there are no problematic retellings or that speaking out on problematic retellings is wrong because hoo, boy, there are quite a lot of those. Some retellings claim to be historically accurate and are, in fact, not; some retellings are written by authors with less than ideal values and ideologies; some retellings are even based entirely on misinformation which can be frustrating to hear about. All of these things are true, but it's also true that not every retelling is out to get us. Not every retelling is trying to attack our small community and the gods we worship. As alarming and offensive as it can feel sometimes, it's important that we take a minute and realize that honestly, authors write stories, and sometimes a story is truly just meant to be a story. It's nothing personal. It feels like we, or our gods, are being attacked, but at the end of the day, we still have our own practices, and we are still allowed to engage with those practices. We are still allowed to worship our gods respectfully, even if others do not. And it is important to acknowledge here that others do not worship our gods. These authors are most likely not worshippers of the Theoi. They most likely do not have relationships with these gods as we do, and unfortunately, they may not have respect for these gods either. It would be ideal if they did, but they just might not, and there's no controlling that.

Honestly, most authors are trying their best. They're trying their best to write an interesting, authentic story that will capture the attention of their intended audience. They want to tell a story based on a mythology that inspired them so deeply, so carnally, that they felt the need to write a whole ass book or create a whole ass game about it. They see stories of tragic heroes, powerful gods, and all those caught in-between, and they think, "This is fucking epic; I'm gonna do something with this." Greek mythology is fucking cool. There's absolutely no denying that, and the fact that so many creators of all kinds continue to create retellings based on the love and passion of a mythology from over 2,000 years ago is pretty damn awesome, actually.

#helpol #hellenic polytheism #hellenic pagan

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hanaruri-tunes · 11 months

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⚠️MDNI⚠️

Some quick Leviathan x reader. No trigger warning cause honestly it's pretty vanilla.

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Imagine Leviathan making cosplays for you à la "dress up darling."

He measures you thinking how lucky he is that he's allowed to get so close to you AND he's the only one who knows your measurements. He preciously keeps that sheet of paper where he wrote them down although he would never admit it to you because he's too scared that you'll think he's a creepy piece of shit.

Aside from the regular cosplays you ask him to make, he secretly makes some erotic outfits with those measurements "as practice", dreaming that one day you'll wear those. Not like it's possible anyway since you guys would never have the kind of relationship where you'll gladly dress yourself up like a slut for him... right?

As soon as you catch him red handed you immediately ask him if you can try them on. He freezes for a solid 20 seconds. Can you?? He would literally pay you to do it and yet he can have that for free?? You put them on and oh- you look gorgeous. You're wearing the kind of costume that can be borrowed in love hotels except the quality here is top notch.

Before Levi can understand what he's saying, he has already asked you if he can take pictures of you like this. You agree and not only do you agree, you also pose for him. Though he's still too shy, ashamed in asking you for a certain pose in particular so you just try to pose in as many ways as you can think of. Eventually, as you can clearly see the outline of his dick through his sweatpants, you ask him him if there isn't anything else he'd like you to do for him.

You caress his forearm then you go up to his arm, gently swaying him as he wishes he could rip all of his clothes off right now to feel your direct touch on his skin. Your hand finally makes his way up to his torso, playing with the area around his nipples. You make soft, hopeful eyes at him. Hoping that he'll break.

"Hm? You don't want anything else? Only pictures are fine with you?"

He gulps then shuts his eyes tightly, unable to make this request while looking at you in the eyes.

"P-Please suck me off..."

You chuckle, then immediately go down on him. You tease him through his sweatpants first, then through his underwear, caresssing him with your hand. And once it's out, you shamelessly take it all in. While he sits there on his seat, he can't help but throw his head back. Gasping, squirming and whimpering like a little bitch.

He tries to take pictures of you as you're sucking him off but it comes out all blurred as his hands keep shaking. Eventually he drops the phone, unable to stop his urge to thrust his hips into your beautiful little mouth. He gets up, gripping you by the leash and collar he made just for you, pushing himself further in. Back and forth, until the warm liquid makes its way into your throat, flowing boldly.

You keep drinking him as he whines at every swallowing sensation as your throat tightens up around him. He starts on mumbling and blabbering nonsense. All the stuff he couldn't say to you earlier because he was still playing polite.

"Y-You're so beautiful, even when you're in such a slutty outfit you're so cute and pretty and aghh please accept me pleasepleaseplease I'll do anything for you to keep wearing these in front of me hngh-"

He pulls out, realizing that he may have messed up big time. He apologizes profusely, feeling extremely awkward because of the "post-nut clarity" he's been suddenly hit with. He feels stupid and filthy for doing that to you but you reassure him. Telling him you'll look forward to more outfits.

He breathes a sigh of relief before looking at you up and down, his dick rising again. He clears his throat.

"So... c-can I fuck you?"

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me nightbringer #leviathan x y/n #leviathan x reader #om! leviathan #leviathan avatar of envy #leviathan smut #hanaruri writes #it was supposed to be even shorter than this but I jdhdhzyd #sorz

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ravenloop · 1 year

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Pairing: Heimdall X female reader

Request: Reader gets wounded in battle and Heimdall looks after them while they're heavily injured.

Warnings: Some mentions of violence and injuries

AN: Wrote this at 5 in the morning cause I randomly got motivated to write lmao. Also sorry if Heimdall seems a bit OOC in this- I hope you enjoy either way <3

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"Aagh!..."

"Stop squirming like a child. You're making this harder than it needs to be."

If looks could kill... Gná would be flying in Valhalla for eternity right now.

"You try experiencing what it's like to have an arrow lodged into you then ripped back out..." You sucked in a breath as the Valkyrie continued working on your wounds, "...then we'll talk."

You and Heimdall were sent on a mission to Vanaheim by the Allfather. It went smoothly at first, you both were navigating the rather vast and humid realm well—but then the Vanir resistance decided they wanted to ruin your day.

And as much as you hated to admit it, they really did. First that damned dark elf flew down on you, catching you off guard. Then while you were busy with her, that little pig (literally) Hildisvíni managed to sneak up behind and shoot an arrow, hitting you. Right. In. The. Torso.

You don't remember much about what happened, since you blacked out shortly after from both exhaustion and pain—though you managed to fight until the world went black, it costed you a lot, but at least it put some pride in your chest.

"There." As soon as Gná finished, you jerked away from her, ignoring the pain for a moment. There was a mutual hate that you both had for each other. Though "mutual hate" ran wild in Asgard, so it wasn't really much of a big deal. She just scoffed before turning and leaving.

"Sif does it better..." A shame the goddess was busy with her own mission. You were just lucky to be important enough to Odin and a certain Watchman that Gná didn't try anything with you.

Speaking of said Watchman, he just walked in.

Paying little mind to Gná as she left, his eyes landed on your form right away, laying wounded in bed. They swirled restlessly.

Turning away from him, there was an awkward silence. After a moment you asked, "How did the rest of the mission go?" He was silent, but you could see him stare at you from your peripheral vision.

"It went well, you could say." He made his way to you, pulling out a chair to sit right next to the bed. "But it would've been better if..." He gestured to your wounds, " some things didn't occur."

Oh, you recognised that tone. He was mad. Annoyed. Downright furious. Whether it was at you or what happened to you was still something to find out.

With a gentle touch, his fingers ran the length of the bandage wrapped around you, making your body tense. Of course he noticed, brows furrowing. "You're still in pain." That confirmed it.

"Yeah..." Gently you grabbed his hand that was on your torso while trying to sit up right. Immediately Heimdall reached with his other hand to make you lay back down, but you just shook your head with a gentle smile, despite the pain.

"What do you need? If you're hungry I can-" "Right now I just really want you, Heimdall. Nothing else."

You saw something in his gaze soften. Like all his anger and annoyance from when he walked in disappeared. His normal demeanour broken down to his truthful one—admiration but also concern.

"Stop worrying, I don't like seeing you like this." He scoffs playfully, that usual smirk sneaking upon his face, "I can't not worry about you, darling. You just ignite that part of me."

"What? The part that's suppose to be normal?"

He narrows his eyes at you and you have to stop yourself from bursting out in laughter. And you don't see it, but it makes him smile lightly. "No... Just the part that adores you."

You roll your eyes, slowly shuffling toward him. He gets what you're trying to do and grips your waist (being mindful of your wounds) to pull you in for a gentle hug. Even now, somewhat far into your relationship, it felt odd seeing Heimdall like this.

"It's sticking around for a while now, so get used to it."

"And if I don't?"

"Well... I'll just have to do it more often so you will."

You smile to yourself, pulling back to stare into his glowing gaze, "I guess you will."

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#god of war #god of war ragnarök #reader insert #god of war x reader #gow x reader #heimdall x reader #god of war heimdall #gow #gow heimdall #heimdall

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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For spooky season maybe cause like you wrote abby last time, werewolf abby and you are her mate (Really like the scenario with soulmate shit oops) and idk maybe your daily life with her or some other things like how she met you and knew you were hers? idk my brains fried rn soooo yeah here ya go, have fun and I hope you have an awesome day ❤️

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Ok these days I'm so busy I rlly can only do hcs so:

🐺Werewolf Abby🐺

Honestly I imagine this happening because you just moved into a rural-ish town as a doctor.

You wanted to make a real difference and help others. You're like, working in a rundown hospital and one of the only people who can do simple surgeries there.

Anyways, the town itself has a big werewolf population, which Abby is a part of ofc

You run into her because let's say Manny gets hurt fighting another werewolf from a diff clan, and they just say he was attacked by an animal and take him to your hospital .

She immediately is tongue tied, can't speak. Everyone is a little confused until her wolf starts howling–and then everyone except you know she just found her mate.

I'm thinking there isn't really like. Alphas and that shit here. Just Abby is one of the top people in her clan like og Abby, so people respect her. So, it's a big deal that she's found her mate.

You notice random people are just...nicer to you. Helpful. The whole town that was pretty standoffish before is just brighter now.....

...and Abby is literally everywhere.

She pops up in the most random places. She flirts. She makes your heart jump and cheeks go red, and somehow she always notices.

Anyways, you're falling hard and fast, yet she's still so mysterious to you. She has a large family, but none of them look related, people just seem to listen to her, even if she's younger than them. She carries herself like a leader, she's so charismatic you just want to do everything she says.

Eventually, when you're working with the EMT out in the woods to get someone help, you find out why.

You're attacked by wolves...only to be saved by one much, much bigger one.

Abby is ruthless, and she rips the other wolves to shreds before shifting back into her human form. She's bloody, covered in dirt and naked–but perhaps the scariest thing of all is that she still doesn't look fully human.

She's got glowing silver eyes and fangs, nails that look like claws...and she's staring right at you.

You panic, you run–in fact, you make it pretty damn far because Abby is too worried to follow you and scare you more. But you trip, fall, and scrap your knee, and when Abby smells your blood she's immediately worried.

"It's okay, I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you babe–I could never dream of it." Abby approaches you slowly. Carefully. She knows what she must seem like to you now: a terrifying monster rather than a person...and she hates herself for it.

"D-don't, don't touch me!" You barely yell it, flinching when she takes another step towards you. Abby winces like your words are daggers in her skin, offering a sorry smile.

"I just need to bring you somewhere safe. You can't walk right? Please, y/n you know me by now. Do you really think I'd hurt the girl I've been flirting with this whole time?" She had a point, and you stayed frozen as you watched her approach, though you didn't protest anymore. You shut your eyes when she reached for you, remembering how she'd ripped those other wolves into pieces before–

And yet, when she lifted you up in her arms, she carried you as if you were made of diamonds.

She kinda disappears after that.

Abby is way too scared of scaring you off. But her being gone after being so active in your life leaves a gaping hole. You start to miss her a lot, and you realize how much you loved her stupid teasing and cocky attitude.

So when you guys do run into each other again and Abby tries to highkey run away, you don't let her.

"Wait!" You gripped the sleeve of her arm, sucking in a breath as wide blue eyes focused on you. You can't speak for a moment before you finally burst out.

"I never thanked you. I, um, I wanted to do that...for saving me, I mean..." Abby's speechless, she blinks before she hoarsely speaks.

"A-are you sure? You don't have to. I know I–what you saw was–"

"It was scary, Abby. I won't lie about that. But..." You took a step closer to her, and you swore her lips trembled, "it wasn't enough to make me scared of you. Promise. So... don't run away anymore, okay?"

For once, the Abby Anderson's face tinges pink, and she clears her throat–scratching the back of her head as she quickly nods.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. I can do that. I can definitely do that..."

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #tlou2 #abby headcanons #tlou2 headcanons #🐺 anon

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killerkinnie · 16 days

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A bad Monday.

Umm this is one of my first fanfics

Toji x fem!reader

Warnings:slapping, pussy eating, c in p

Let me know what I missed

Also how do you know how many words you wrote?

It's safe to say that Mondays aren't for everyone, especially not Toji. Waking up to a blasting alarm at 5AM to go to his underpaying job pisses him off. He has to get dressed, actually do work and not be a lazy bum. The worst part is he's away from you. On the weekends you'd be bent over anywhere and everywhere he wanted.

You on the other hand loved Mondays for one exact reason.

A rough day at work for Toji. His boss nagging at him all day about how he did his job. He's had a tent in his pants all day from seeing your pretty lips this morning and imagining them wrapped around his huge cock. "I do my job fucking perfectly" he mumbles as a barges through the door. You on the other hand didn't have work this week. Seeing this, and seeing you lounging in only your underwear and one of his t-shirts made the tent worse.

Laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through whatever you're addicted to that day. You hear loud footsteps coming towards you and before you can look up your being flipped over with your ass in the air.

"Toji wh-"

"Little fucking whore," he cut you off, "You think you can just sit around all day while I work in your underwear? Don't even help me get off before work.."

He mumbles

You feel your panties being ripped off your person with one swift motion. His arms go under your thighs and he leans back pulling you onto his face. He takes no time eating and slurping at you like a mad man. He has a firm hold on you keeping you in place as he nips at your bud.

"T-Toji calm down!" You whine for him to stop or atleast slow down, but you know he's having none of it. A sharp and loud smack to your plump ass made you cry out. You fell forward exposing him to more of you. A string of saliva and your juices connect his lips to your heat. He grins, grabbing your hips and pulling you down into his face. Being the sweetheart you are, you lean forward even more and start playing with the button on his work jeans. Quickly unfastening the stubborn button, your hands are in his pants almost immediately. You glide your fingers down the shaft to the purplish tip. You release him from his binds and smear his pre-cum around. You whimpers before taking a long lick up his shaft, kissing his tip before taking it into your mouth. You try to match the pace of his tongue. His groans send vibrations through your core giving you goose bumps. Taking a handful of your ass and pulling you off his face.

"So desperate to suck on something. Little fucking slut. No dick tastes as good as mine, huh? Or you have someone better than me?"

When you don't answer he gives a slap to your clit. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"Mmhhph please.. please let me.."

You plead for his cock. You want anything you can get. You want him in a hole, doesn't matter which one.

In a quick second you're pushed off of him and onto the couch. He stands up and pulls your ass to him. He slides his head through your glistening folds before lining himself up at your hole.

"Please toji! I ne-"

He's already plunging into you. A deep, painful stretch gets you whining and sobbing. His grunts going to your throbbing cunt. He makes it unbearable for you. Not giving you enough stimulation in other places while overstimulating one.

"Mmp- hah-- toji!-"

After a long fuck, your laying on his chest. He whispers little words into your ear making you giggle. You close your eyes and darkness shrouds the two of you.

Literally. He forgot to pay the electrical bills

(That's what he said but we know he couldn't afford it💀)

(Sorry I got bored and I kinda have to shit but we cool 😎)

#toji x reader #toji smut #jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut

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localplaguenurse · 5 months

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Oh right are y’all ready to see what the noggin had brewing during my finals?

Hint: it’s depraved, I’m pretty sure Wifey is just a my whump character now

So I was thinking about what kind of experiments dottore would do if he ever got his hands on Wifey.

I’m gonna spare you from the worst of it because I want to look at least a little bit sane

Well first he would take it as an opportunity for him to test if wifey’s body can sustain and control the geo gnosis since they have part of Morax’s power, after pantalone wants his mora.

My theory is that they can but not in the way dottore wants it, its incredibly unstable and even if he somehow placed restrictions on the gnosis to only produce mora I doubt Wifey would have the capabilities to do something like that since there are so many details in a single mora coin and not to mention they would have to produce millions of it (because with the abundance of mora, it’s value as a single coin is quite low)

And not the mention the physical effects of having a gnosis ripped out of you and then placed back in on a daily basis, it would leave them so weak and then have to repeat all over again?

Also extorting the fact that Wifey cannot physically die before Morax, I think they would only give them just enough food to survive

And that’s only normal Wifey, can you imagine abyss Wifey?

Dottore has been wanting to get childe on his surgical table for years, and since Wifey and childe have similar abilities after coming out of the abyss…. Well dottore Is going to have a field day with that

So many things he can learn about the abyss just by subjecting Wifey to experiments and discovering the secrets to the foul legacy form.

Also I wouldn’t put it past him if or when Wifey starts to become numb to it and they stop reacting, dottore would start telling them how he hunted and killed theyre children

Y’all so I wrote 90% of the answer this morning, went to check a notification and the app crashed. I started refusing my answer right now, literally set my phone down to plug my laptop in, and it crashed again. Tumblr does not want me to answer this.

Anyways, to clarify: Wifey is the “won’t die unless directly killed” flavour of immortal. You CAN kill them, you’re just gonna have to try a little harder because the adeptal healing keeps them from succumbing to more extreme injuries. That said, I don’t imagine it allows them to, say, regrow limbs, and if the injury is bad enough it WILL leave scars and other possible damage.

The only reason Wifey can actually handle the gnosis inside them is because they’re married to the previous owner. It’s not that it like recognizes Wifey as Rex Lapis’ wife, it’s that the healing Wifey inherited from Morax keeps them from at the very least keeling over. I also like to imagine that because it’s specifically Morax’s adeptus energy, the gnosis sort of recognizes that. It’s kinda like vaccine logic, I guess.

That said, I imagine the main BIG reason the mora doesn’t form right is not JUST because Wifey’s technically mortal, it’s that they don’t even use Geo. The Geo Gnosis belonged to the Geo Archon, a god literally MADE of geo, and now Dottore’s sticking it in a mortal* dendro vision wielder. I’m not saying stick it in a geo user, or stick the dendro gnosis in Wifey, but like... probably should’ve anticipated it wouldn’t work.

As for Abyss Wifey, god that poor thing. They hate that part of them because it reminds them of such a horrifying and traumatic time of their life. The only “good” that came of it was their Foul Legacy, because it means they can’t get hurt anymore, no one would dare to go near them.

Not only would being abducted and experimented on because of your monster form suck on its own, but Dottore has the strength to rival the gods. Wifey won’t stand a chance, and you know what that means, right? It means that even their ugliest and most vicious side, the one born from their trauma, will not save them. It means that anything in theory can happen to them, and whatever is going to happen will be so much worse than the Abyss.

When Wifey goes catatonic, they might not even react to Dottore saying he’s killed their children, because they know that couldn’t happen. Their children wouldn’t let that happen. Morax wouldn’t let that happen. Surely it… it’s not true. It’s not true. As the days go by with no signs of help, they’ll start to believe it more and more and have a full breakdown. They’d do nothing but cry or stare into nothingness until help arrived or...

Abyss Wifey, on the other hand, will immediately go to tear out his fucking throat. They have to be sedated most days because they activate Foul Legacy every chance they get to try and kill him. Even if help arrives, they’re not leaving until they’ve put Prime’s head on a pike.

I should tell you to stop whumping Wifey, if only because it gives me ideas myself. Also, beta will gut us.

#ask #as gold as the ginkgo trees #ivy!#abyss wifey au

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tiffanytoms · 5 months

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20 Questions

Okay, sorry for how procrastinator-y I was (no seriously, it's shameful how far I had to scroll, ahah) but THANK YOU to @chiechie97 and @practicecourts for tagging me in this! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

10 😄

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

*quickly learns how AO3 works* 914,127… wait. Really?? 🤯 Well shit, okay 💅

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Jily 🥰

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Enemy Within

What Are You Doing to Me?

Whatever You Say, Professor

Baby Bird

Right Reasons

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Fuck yeah! I love chatting! It still blows my mind that ppl want to talk about one of my hobbies with me 🤣

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooooo. I think Wickedly Twisted will take the cake, but that ending is still solely in my head for now. Wait, no, nvm, I literally wrote Jily DYING in WAYDTM. Sooo yeah. Probably that.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oo! Okay. Well I’m still gonna write an epilogue for WYSP that gonna be so sugary sweet it’ll spread diabetes, but otherwise it’s probably a 3-way tie between Chicks Dig Scars, Magic James, or Baby Bird bc they all end on the implication that Jily will then ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

*Blinks so slowly time stands still* Yeah, but only if they’re that good.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

*Grins so quickly the world implodes* Hell yeah! The dirty, filthy, wonderful kind! (Idk, it depends on the fic!)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I guess so? Bc RR is based off of The Bachelor 🌹

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yuuuuup. Had one scene ripped off so blatantly (like, almost all the elements) that it honestly put me off reading too many other ppl’s Jily stories for a bit, bc I really never want to put another author thru that. Now I can 💯 percent guarantee that all my ideas and the scenarios are my own. Sucks though, bc obviously I’m here bc I love reading Jily. (I’ll definitely go back to reading when I’m not in the midst of writing 2 stories though.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I’ve had ppl ask, but I don’t know if they ever followed through!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope! I think my way of doing things would honestly drive someone else insane, soooo I’m fine with going it alone 😅

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Jily 😍

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Well that’s just rude. (I’d never not finish, I’m far too stubborn. Fuck you.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Obsession, psychology, and an insatiably horny zest for life!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Impatience. I think sometimes good things take time, and I’m over here too bored to write the boring bits 😆

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

That’s cool

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First one I published was SMALLVILLE, but I think I had a very angsty childhood day where I wrote a whole scene about how much Harry hated Vernon and honestly it was very disturbingly graphic and yeah. Glad I’m more into smut these days! 😁😇😁

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Aaaah! Hm. 🤔 Okay. That’s a toughie. For my heart and soul, I’d say WAYDTM, bc honestly, I really do feel like I poured all my feelings into that one. But from a purely writing standpoint, EW, bc it just all came together, and I know the storyline is legit, and I feel like I had ppl obsessed with it and it was really nice! 😅

#20 questions #writer asks #writer things #writer thoughts #tiff tag

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munsonssub · 2 years

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Lets take a ride. Eddie Munson x fem!reader

A/N; literally wrote this in three hours so if it sucks im sorry, not proof read also. ALSO no one can tell me eddie wouldnt ride a motorcycle bc if you think he wouldnt youre wrong also please let me know what you think. I’m not used to posting my writing so I need feedback

Summary: you’ve had enough, being a triple senior, losing your dad, and your mom blaming you for anything, you need an escape, luckily eddie can do that for you.

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of a slight panic attack, sexual innuendoes (MINORS GO AWAY)

word count: 2368. (whoops)

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It was a normal day, sorta, you had a rough morning, like usual, no big surprise. Your mom had been meaner than usual, which is fair, you ran out another one of her boyfriends with your attitude, or at least that’s what she yelled at you this morning before you left for school.

What ever doesn’t matter anymore, you thought to yourself as you pushed the door open at Hawkins high. Maybe this year, your third senior year at Hawkins you’d finally graduate. You weren’t alone in your third year though, one other, who you were almost too much like, was there also. Eddie Munson, the metal head cult leader, freak as many of your peers called him, was also on his third year. Which didn’t surprise you.

Honestly you wish you had the same excuses as him, smoking pot, not really giving a fuck, just enjoying existing. But instead, you had a dead dad and a bad attitude and an alarming number of fights with teachers that landed you here.

Surprisingly you hadn’t been handed the title of a freak yet, loser, yes. But freak? Nope. You liked metal music and dressed more punk than your peers would like, but you kept to yourself, which also left you with the name bitch. Not wanting to entertain conversations with anyone you felt alone, but that’s okay, that’s how you wanted to be. But today, God today, you wish you had someone, anyone really that you could talk to.

The day went by slow, the need and urge for something more eating at you, not letting its ugly head hide. Maybe just maybe you could find something to give you the rush you need.

Maybe I could jump into the river, or play chicken on the highway. You thought. Just as you exit the building you hear the roar of a motorcycle to your left, glancing over you see him, Eddie Munson in all is dumb, cute long-haired glory, wearing a Dio shirt, ripped jeans, his trusty leather jacket and combat boots. He’s standing over a Yamaha Virago, showwing it off to his friends. You can hear parts of their conversations.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing with your cut from the hide out gigs?” one of them asks as Eddie nods and then starts on a spiel about how long it took and what year the bike was. 1984, dude its so cool, only took like fours months to save for with both gigs.

That, that’s what you need, some adrenaline from a risky bike ride. You thought, mustering up the courage you walk over, pocketing your car keys you had already grabbed out.

“Hey Munson!” you shout as you get closer, his friends turning to look at you as Eddies eyes widen.

“L/N, to what do I owe the pleasure of you finally talking to me after all these years?” Eddie smirked. Looking you up and down, checking out your black jeans, the chains hanging and the Metallica shirt you had just gotten.

“Was wondering if you’d be up for having a backpack for a cruise? Like the bike by the way, my dad had a Yamaha too.” You cringe, not meaning to bring up your father. Eddie eyes you for a second before nodding.

“Right now, sweetheart?” he pats the handle bar and smiles at you.

“Uh,” you freeze, you weren’t actually expecting him to say yes. “How about later, before sunset? if you’re free. I have my car here and if it isn’t home by four my mother will lose her mind.” You level with him.

“Sure, thing sweetheart, wanna meet me at the arcade for seven thirty? Also make sure you wear your boots and leather jacket, can’t have you getting hurt if we go sideways.” He straightened out and walks towards you, his hand out ready for you to shake, you take it and try not to shiver at the feeling of his hand in yours.

“Sir yes sir, ill bring my helmet too. Seven thirty. See you then Munson.” You let his hand go and wave bye as you walk away, trying to calm the sudden rush of breath.

You get home, thankfully your mom isn’t there. Three and a half hours to kill, you could do that easily, considering it would take you a half hour to walk to the arcade anyways. You go up to your room, putting in the new Dio album on and laying out your home work.

Two hours pass easily, you’re done the work you needed to get done, ate some dinner and now you’re looking for your helmet, your dad bought it for you just before he died. Telling you he was gonna teach you to ride his bike so you could take it when he fell sick. Annoyingly though you mother sold it for money that she owed one of her ‘friends’.You’d gotten over it quickly, knowing she would’ve sold it anyways before you could get your hands on it. Finally locating the black helmet, you smiled to yourself, mentally highfiving yourself as you stood and walked out of the garage.

6:45. The clock read as you walked past, quickly setting down your helmet you ran upstairs to grab your jacket and boots. Writing out a note for your mom that you left tacked to the fridge before you pulled on your boots and jacket and grabbed your helmet, locking the door you started your trek to the arcade.

The walk went by easily enough, your nerves hitting you just as you round the corner to the arcade and see Eddie standing by his bike, a lit cigarette in his mouth as he talked to kids you recognized from his DND club. Shaking your arms, you let out a shaky breath and gather the courage to finish the walk to him.

“Munson.” You nod your head as you get closer, a slight smile on your lips even though you feel like puking. He quickly says goodbye to the kids and turns towards you.

“L/N! you came! Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life sweetheart,” He winked at you. You lightly scoff and put your helmet on. Eddie does the same before straddling the bike and kicking up the stand. “c’mon sweet thing.” He gives you a gentle smile, seeming to notice your nerves.

“Better treasure this Munson, it’s the only time you’ll be in between my thighs.” You say as you get on behind him.

“Oh honey, I wouldn’t say that just yet.” He winks at you as you put your arms around him and he starts the bike.

You ride around town for thirty minutes before he stops at a stop sign, leaning back, which causes you to sit up a bit. He pus his hands on your thighs, patting a beat to a song that must be stuck in his head.

“What do you say to leaving town? I know a place.” He yells over the engine noise from the bike.

“If you think you’re taking me to skull rock you are sorely mistaken. Not making out with you there.” You reply.

“Sweet thing, I don’t have to take you to skull rock to get you to make out with me,” He smirks. “that’s not a no. you ready for some speed?” he pats your thigh again before you nodded against his back. He leaned down and you followed. Keeping your hold around his waist as he took a turn out of town.

You slowly gained speed as you drove out of town, towards the unknown location. You yelled for him to go faster once you hit the open road hoping he heard you. The only indication he did was the bike getting louder as you took off, squeezing him you lifted off of him a bit to watch the sunset and the scenery passing you by. You don’t know where you’re going but honestly you don’t care. He could murder you for all you care right now. Would make this shit easier you think as you hit a clearing with no trees.

Suddenly its too much, your emotions suddenly hitting their peak, all the dread and depression you’ve been holding in, falling out, you could feel tear start to come down your face, a sob escaping your mouth as you clutch tighter to Eddie. The speed and noise suddenly setting off all your alarms.

You can feel him shift down and start to slow down, pulling off onto a look out, you don’t even know when you went up the glorified hill, which locals would call a mountain, but you could see all of Hawkins. Signalling it was good for you to get off Eddie pat your hands the were clutching to him. You quickly let go before putting you hands on his shoulders and pulling yourself off the bike. The first thing you did when you got off was rip your helmet off and throw it at the ground before covering your face with your hands and screaming.

You could hear Eddie get off the bike and turn it off before the soft sound of boots crunching gravel hit. Your hands were still on your face when you felt him hug you, one arm around your waist and the other coming up to the back of your head. He held you for a moment while another sob wracked your body, you took your hands off your face before slipping them around him and shoving yourself into his chest more.

“Hey, sweet thing shh you’re okay, hey can you take a deep breath for me? Just one? C’mon sweets.” Eddie cooed into your hair, his hand rubbing the back of your head.

You feel yourself nodding before slightly pushing off of him, looking up at him, catching his eyes that are full of concern.

“Copy me Y/N c’mon,” he takes a deep breath that you copy, you panicked breathing calming as you keep breathing with him. “There yah go sweets, nice and calm for me huh? Good girl.”

Your breath hitches with him saying that, a blush hitting your cheeks.

“Fuck I am so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I was fine then fuck man. This is embarrassing.” You shake your head pushing yourself away from him and sitting on the ground at the edge of the look out.

“Why would it be embarrassing?” he asks you, coming to sit beside you, knees bent and his arms resting on them.

“Because fuck I don’t know?! You’re so fucking cool and metal and you probably think I’m a fucking poser siting over here crying over nothing important like a goddamn drama queen.” You glower, laying flat on you back to look at the now night sky. Not noticing is face heating up with your compliments

“Drama queen? Lil bit. Poser? Fucking never, actually wanna know something funny?” he lays down beside you, on his side and resting his head in his hand.

“Sure Munson, humour me for ruining the cruise.” You say as you turn your head to now look at him.

“I have wanted to talk to you for months, no scratch that, years, but I was always scared,” you accidentally cut him off with a laugh. He jokingly glares at you before pushing your arm. “Yeah, yeah laugh, but honestly Y/N, I’ve been so scared to talk to you because you have this sick aura about you, you don’t give a shit, about what anyone says, and I know I don’t either but honestly I kinda do, why do you think I do shit just to get reactions.” He pauses and you readjust, copying his position.

“But you god you, you fucking intimidate me, I felt like I was gonna die when you walked up to me earlier, then you asked to go for ride and I swear I thought I had died and gone to heaven.” He looks into your eyes finally as you smile at him.

“Can I level with you?” you asked honestly.

“Always sweet thing.”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you for a while too, just walk up and strike up a conversation with you about bands or anything really, but I always chickened out because I have a lot of baggage and didn’t wanna scare you off.”

“Oh, sweet thing, nothing you could do could scare me off.” He smirks, a sweet smile starting to grow on his lips. You felt your heart jump into your throat and a blush start on your cheeks. With out thinking much you leaned forward, smashing your lips against his.

It takes a minute for him to start kissing you back but when he does the kisses intensity is dialed to eleven, you hand finds his face as he pushes your shoulder back with his and is climbing on top of you, slotting himself between your thighs.

“Told you id get between your thighs again.” He smirks as he breaks the kiss, a scoff leaves your throat before you are pulling him back down again.

Things started to escalate quickly, a moan leaving your lips and he pushed his hips against yours. Your hands pushing the bandana he had on off his head so you could grab his hair as he let out a hiss at you pulling it, you didn’t want to stop, honestly, you’d let him do anything he wants to you if he asked. But you knew you had to, it was already probably past your curfew and you already knew you be in shit when you got home, so reluctantly you disconnected your lips. Only to have him immediately start kissing down your neck, making you moan.

“Eds, eds, baby we gotta stop, you gotta take me home.” You sigh as he groans against your neck.

“You sure sweet thing? Could take you back to my place.” He smirks lifting himself off you.

“Tempting, but my moms already gonna have my head because I’m out so late.” You pat his chest as e helps you off the ground.

“Okay L/N, but we are continuing this tomorrow after school.” He smiles and he grabs your helmet and puts it on for you.

“Gladly Munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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bethdutten · 2 years

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built on ruins

ANGSTY. ANGRY. ESKEL. ALL MY FAVORITE THINGS.

1.5k words of I don’t even know. Enjoy!!

The letter sat unassumingly on the table, its shadows flickering from the light of the fire in the background. You recognized your handwriting, the careful folds you’d managed before you’d slipped the parchment into the pocket of your jacket and resolved yourself not to think about it until it came time to burn it and hopefully burn the feelings you’d described in it as well.

Except, it wasn’t your jacket. And you were a little busy making sure Jaskier didn’t lose his left arm when you arrived at the tavern to immediately get rid of the letter, throwing it on the chair and leaving for the healer instead.

Looks like Eskel got to it before you could.

Your heart was in your throat. No, no, no, no. He could not have read it. No. You’d meant to just pour out your feelings, the messy, painful, deeply strong and overwhelming love you felt for him that was threatening to strangle you from the inside out. It crawled up your throat and sat on your tongue every day, fighting to get out.

But you knew if you told him, he’d run away. He was always so kind, gentle when he didn’t need to be, except if you got to telling him how beautiful and incredible he was, that he deserved the entire world. Gods fucking forbid you tell that Witcher he wasn’t a monster, that you wouldn’t change a single thing about him, that you thought he was worth everything--

So you swallowed down every word as it threatened to come out, day after day.

And you’d rather be in pain every day than lose him. He wouldn’t let himself hear it, so you had to get it out another way. You wrote a stupid fucking letter of all the things you wish you could say to him then planned to destroy it.

Only you put it in his jacket pocket and then put it in his hands, like your heart was subconsciously wanting to be seen, trying to destroy itself. You grabbed the letter, crumbling it in your hands as your turned on your heels and smack into a confused Jaskier.

“What are you—hey, injured here!” he flailed with his right arm, gesturing towards the sling. “Mind offering some insight into why I just saw Eskel on Scorpion heading out of town?”

You sucked in a breath, and felt something inside you break. There. He’d left and taken your heart with him.

“He’s gone,” you whispered, unable to stop the tears from swimming into your eyes. Jaskier frowned.

“Gone? Like for more supplies?”

When you didn’t answer, he glanced down and ripped the letter from your hand, eyes quickly scanning through. They widened as he looked up. “Please tell me he didn’t read this.”

You bit your wobbling lip, hands clenched at your sides.

“I am beyond what I can recover from. The love I have for you scares me, because I know it will ruin me and I know I will let it. I will let myself be devastated by you, Eskel. Can I borrow this for a song?”

You snatched the letter out of Jaskier’s hands, throwing it right into the fire and ignoring his squeak of indignation. Fuck, you should have done that as soon as you got to the room, you thought as you watched the parchment crinkle and burn black.

---

Jaskier paid for the room with coin made from his previous night’s performance, sleeping on the floor on a puddle of blankets as he grumbled about being the injured one even though he refused when you offered him the bed. Tomorrow, you’d head back out on the road together, most likely towards Novigrad like you were planning, albeit without the witcher. You doubted he’d be headed in that same direction now.

You were feeling pretty grateful the bard had latched himself onto you a few months ago now, as your previous companion literally abandoned you in a tavern with no money and no supplies. Jaskier joined you after ‘his Witcher’ left him, and he added to the money pile so Eskel didn’t say no.

It was months before you ran into him.

You were in the stables, brushing out the mare Jaskier had purchased a few weeks ago. You’d been making some extra coin lately selling the medicinal herbs you’d harvested along your travels, as you and Jaskier tended to stick to the bigger towns with healers and mages. He’d named her Pegasus, which you fully despised and refused to call her.

You’d just finished getting the tangles out of her mane when the stall next to yours swung shut, and you jumped slightly at the loud noise. Peering over at the disturbance, you felt your heart stop at the sight of the familiar red jacket, the one you’d been wearing an hour before he abandoned you.

Eskel turned, meeting your eyes and freezing. Both of you stood in silence, and you hated yourself for it but all you wanted to do was run into his arms and hold him, because you missed hearing his voice and falling asleep on his shoulder and smelling his unique scent of pine trees and leather until—

“Oh. Didn’t think I’d see you again.” Eskel’s voice was clipped, almost seething. You didn’t recognize it. “I’ll be gone tonight, don’t worry.” He turned and headed out of the stables without waiting for your reaction.

Confused, it took a moment for the words and tone to filter through before you were stomping after him.

“You don’t get to be the one that’s angry, you asshole. You left me!”

“You mocked me!” he hissed back, turning and stepping forward into your space and for a split second, you felt like you’d make a mistake in provoking the huge Witcher. He’d never looked more intimidating than he did right now. “I expect it from everyone else, but never from you.”

You flinched, feeling like he’d just pierced one of those swords on his back right into you chest. You felt tears gather in your eyes, at the very thought that the man you love would ever think that about you--

Eskel caught it, always able to read you so well. His face immediately softened, taking another step towards you, but you held up your hands reflexively, eyes squeezing shut. “If you really think I would hurt you, then maybe it’s a good thing you left.”

When you opened you eyes, Eskel was staring back at you with a blank expression, like all the emotion that was always so clear on his face had been forced off, a mask in its place that you didn’t recognize.

“Yeah. Maybe it is.”

He turned, and you reacted out of instinct, reaching out and grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. He could have easily you off completely, but he didn’t, and you finally felt the tears slip down your face silently.

“You made a better Gods damned career out of pain than you did monster hunting at this point, Eskel.” you whispered, hand gripping onto the sleeve of his coat. You weren’t letting him just run away this time. “All you think about is the person you used to be, and it’s like you cherish this scar tissue more than you do anything else. Why don’t you think you deserve to be happy? Why do you keep pushing... it away?” Me. Pushing me away.

He still wouldn’t meet your eyes, but he stopped pulling away, face tense. You let out a breath, knowing it was already past the point of no return. It was the second he read that letter.

“The thing is, I didn’t know the man you were before you got those scars, before the world made you feel like you weren’t worthy of anything... anything good. I’ve always just know you like this. And that’s who I want. That’s who I fell in love with. Gods, Eskel, if you’d just--”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before a pair of soft, trembling lips were on yours, strong arms wrapping around your body before you could utter a surprised gasp. You immediately clutched on to him, the kiss tasting desperate and heavy as Eskel pulled you against his body like he wanted to absorb you completely.

You whimpered, lips parting and letting out a groan when his tongue slid into your mouth hesitantly. The hand you weaved into his hair at the back of his head encouraged him, and he tilted his face to deepen the kiss, wet and hot in a way that had your knees suddenly feeling very weak.

When you finally pulled away for air, Eskel’s golden eyes were staring down at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held in his hands. You reached up with your free hand and cupped his jaw, thumb brushing against the scar that bit through his lip.

Eskel shuddered in your arms, eyes fluttering shut as you carefully traced up the still-sensitive flesh of the scars marking his face, brushing his hair away before your hand came down to rest on his chest.

“I’m not-- I don’t feel like the man you love yet,” he said quietly, almost a whisper, and his voice was shaking. “But I want to. I’m terrified.”

You leaned up and kissed him softly for a moment and just staying close, lips still a hairs breadth away, murmured, “Just don’t run away again. Please, I can’t--” your voice cracked, a wave of sickness at just the thought of not having him now that he was--

“I won’t.” He leaned back, eyes soft. “It just— I already accepted no one was ever going to want me like that. Reading those words… Did you really mean what you wrote?”

You laughed drily, sighing. “Yeah. Didn’t plan on you ever reading it, so. I probably put some things in that I would have never said out loud, but, yeah. I did.”

Eskel hummed, tucking you into his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head, arms tight around your shoulders. “For me, too.”

You let yourself take a big breath of his scent, something so uniquely Eskel you could never get enough of, before you looked up at him, brows furrowed.

He smiled, kissing you. “I’d let myself be devastated by you, my love. Over and over.”

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Day 13- Free use with Ransom Drysdale

827 words

18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

Kinktober masterlist

A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.

So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: free use discuss and consent by both before hand. oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v...

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

Holidays, vacation, relax days, you miss that. And you miss Ran. You’ve been working nonstop, so when he sent you a text with a date, an hour, and a destination you were more than happy. Getaway weekend like this meant one thing…free use.

You arrive first, almost happy to be here before him. You take off your panties before putting some leggings, not the one you love, the one he can rip off. You start to cook dinner because you are hungry and crave some mac’n’cheese. You finish cooking when you hear his car in the drive-way. You feel yourself getting wet. The real game begins now.

“Hooneey, I’m home!”, he sings song. You can’t stop your giggle, eating some of your mac’n’cheese from the pot.

“Hey Ran!”

The smile, he gives you make your inside curls and your pussy clench around nothing. He takes a bite of your food and kisses you tenderly…not for long you think.

You are in the expectative. Looking his every move, knowing he will take you soon and you have nothing to say against it.

Ransom knows you’re waiting, but he waits for when you start to give up, when you start to think it won’t happen…when he sees that look on your face when you come back from the bedroom for a movie night, he’s quick to bend you over the couch and to rip off your leggings and spanks your ass hard. You scream in surprise, pain, and pleasure.

“My little bitch thought I won’t take her?”

The next day you’re out to collect some pumpkins. The no underwear policy makes you squirms with your jeans, for the pleasure of Ransom. It’s behind a corn maze that hold your chin firmly.

“On your knees, daddy’s cock is cold.” You get on your knees and sucks him off.

Later that day, you’re at a restaurant, you change for some tights and a skirt.

“baby, come sit on my lap” he orders. You’re quick to obey and you feel him his hard cock when you sit on his lap.

“I want you to keep me warm while we drink our hot chocolate”.

“Ransom, red”. He arches a brow

“not in public.”

“Yet, you’re wet, I can feel it”

You whimper. You’re wet because you made him cum three times today already and yet you didn’t have a single relief on your side.

His hands go up your tights and he make a hole in the middle, you gasp and look at him.

“Shhh, shhh, daddy is gonna reward you, you deserve it, such a good girl for me, you suck me of so good, let me thighs fuck you in the mall, can still feel my cum here”. He rubs your legs, and you shudder. Fuck yes, that was so good.

“I know you liked it, almost came too, hun.” His fingers feather touch your mound and you go lax against him. “Trust me, it will be more discreet if you let me touch you, easier to pull out and hide your juice on my fingers than on my cock.”

He doesn’t wait for your greenlight. There’s none with the free use. Only red to make it stop when it’s to uncomfortable for you. Right now, your arousal is stronger than anything else, and when two of his fingers rubs your clit you have to bite your hand not to moan.

You feel eyes on you, you’re sure the two old lady know what you let him do to you, you’re certain that the waitress can smell you… but Ransom start to nip at your neck and all your thoughts go blank. You can stop yourself to rock your hips, can’t stop your hand to cup him through his pants. He growls, knowing fully that you’re gone, cockdrunk on him, he knows he can pull his cock out and fucks you, but he won’t. you said red and he respects that. He makes you cum, you bite so hard on your hand that you can see the mark of your teeth. He pays, still circling his finger on your clit.

He helps you walk to the car, he opens the passenger door and bends you. “now can daddy fuck you?” you whimper a yes and you don’t have any warning when he bottoms out in one hard thrust, your head fells on the seat and he fucks you so hard, deep and fast that you don’t have time to moan, breath that you’re cumming, overstimulated. He massages your ass and plays with your backhole. You squirm and fucks yourself on his cock. Gosh…he makes you “like my little whore, yes you are my little bitch, my little vicious bitch, so innocent, yet look at you, fucking yourself on my cock.”

The degradation ton is everything to you when he plays the free use card, yes you are his little vicious bitch. And fuck you can’t wait for the next weekend already.

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