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jamminvroomvroom · 13 days

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hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠

play pretend.

ln x fem!reader

in which it’s time to stop pretending…

just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)

songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls

warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)

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cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.

he’s still here.

you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.

but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.

“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.

“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.

he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.

“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.

“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.

you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.

“why?”

“i hate leaving after.”

the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.

this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.

“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.

“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.

“yeah.” you breathe.

it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.

“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.

“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.

lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.

“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.

lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.

“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.

he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.

“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.

“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.

“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.

as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.

“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.

“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.

“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.

“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.

his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.

“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.

“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.

your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.

“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.

“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.

“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.

“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo

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stray-kaz · 6 months

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Dance With Me : OPLA men x f!reader blurbs

Summary: Slow dancing with the boys.

Dracule Mihawk

The heavy oak door swung inward under your palm, fingers spread to bear the weight. The moment you stepped into the dim library, the noise muffling fell away and you could hear both the soft scratch of a pencil and the pop and skip of an old fashioned gramophone. You smiled and followed the sounds, eventually discovering your captain half buried in immaculate first editions, note taking.

"Here you are" you said quietly, even though you knew he had already heard you.

Ochre eyes flicked to you with a feline's lazy precision and you offered a smile, folding your arms over your chest.

"I have been looking everywhere for you."

Mihawk arched one eyebrow.

"Clearly not everywhere, little bird" he said calmly. "But yes, here I am."

You took a step closer and gestured at his stack of books and the ledger he was scrawling in.

"Are you busy?" you asked him. "I can go. I was just wondering where you'd gotten to."

He shook his head and pivoted his chair to face you, legs spread, hands outstretched to invite you onto his lap. He bit back a smile as your eyes lit up; you never turned down an opportunity to let him hold you. You joined him on the chair, settling sideways across him, your head on his shoulder.

A few minutes passed in easy silence before the song changed and you glanced at the gramophone, curiosity piqued. Mihawk took in the new tension in your body and lifted a hand to stroke gentle fingertips down the back of your neck, following your gaze.

"Do you like this song?" he asked, a little surprised there was something he didn't yet know about you.

You nodded, and began drumming your fingers on his knee in time with the music, your eyes closing. Mihawk watched you start to smile and made a decision. He rose suddenly, making you squeak in surprise as he held you off the floor and kissed your forehead.

"Would you like to dance, little bird?" he asked quietly.

Your answering smile peaked in your eyes and he lowered you carefully to your feet and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lifted yours to wind about his neck, twining your fingers eagerly in his dark hair. He rolled his eyes a bit, but you dutifully ignored this; he knew how you loved his hair and was never brave enough to cut it.

He swayed you side to side slowly, a little out of time with the tune, but you didn't care. Here in his arms was your favourite place to be.

The record popped and scratched and you felt a strong finger underneath your chin, propping your head up. You met his eyes, the colour of the new horizon, and saw them flicker, his head moving slowly towards yours, giving you time to turn away. But you never wanted to, and you accepted his kiss as you always did, with the barest restraint.

Mihawk smiled, feeling you push into him, and pulled away to rest his chin on top of your head.

"Another time, little bird" he murmured. "We are dancing, hmm?"

Shanks

You were finishing up your night shift at the bar, wiping down tables and tipping chairs upside down and singing quietly to yourself when a familiar pair of arms snuck around your middle, tightening on your stomach and pulling you backward into a solid body.

You glanced over your shoulder at Shanks and shook your head, tsking gently at him.

"I'm not done here" you reminded him.

He nuzzled the tender side of your neck and you fought to hold your eyes open and not let the cloth in your hand fall to the planks beneath your feet.

"And if I say different?" Shanks mumbled into your skin.

You reached up and swatted him with the cleaning cloth; he laughed and released you.

"Okay, okay, I get it. I understand a no when I hear one."

You snorted and kept your back to him, finishing wiping down the surface of the wooden bar. The second you dropped the cloth over the other side to be washed later, you were grabbed once more. You laughed and eased back against him, pretending badly that you didn't thrill at the weight of his hands on your hips.

"What tune were you singing just now?" he asked, tilting his head down low to speak gently into your ear. "It sounded pretty."

You hummed a few bars and nodded your head back on him.

"Just something my mama used to sing me to sleep with."

"Does it have a name?"

Your gaze slid away.

"No, not really."

Shanks knew better than to push. He carefully turned you to face him, kneading at the flesh on your hips.

"Dance with me, love" he murmured.

You gestured around you to the dark, empty bar and the sea beyond it.

"To what music?"

Shanks tugged you against his chest and slowly moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. He scrunched his nose as you flushed a little at his closeness.

"Doesn't matter that there's no music" he assured you. "I can dance without it."

You raised an eyebrow in an attempt to diffuse the heat in your cheeks.

"Can you?" you retorted.

He rolled his eyes and spun you out, catching your hand at the last second and reeling you back in, catching you breathless and wide eyed against his chest.

"What was the question?" he asked, arching his eyebrows.

You didn't answer, too busy trying to count the gold flecks in his hazel eyes. He tipped his head to the side, but you didn't really notice. He rested his thumb on your chin.

"Hey" he said gently, reaching for your attention. "What was the question, love?"

You blinked and the words escaped before you could snatch them back.

"Could you kiss me?"

That was not the question he expected. He had been dancing around you for months, every time they made port here, teasing, dropping hints, but you hadn't seemed to pick any of them up. This response was unanticipated.

He blinked, his mouth opening slightly. You pulled in his grip, turning your face away from his hand.

"You don't have to" you mumbled, embarrassed and flailing.

Before you could turn on him completely, he slid his hands down your arms and grasped your hands, his fingers stroking over your skin.

"But I want to."

His tone was gentle and you blinked, taken by surprise. Your lips parted slightly, but before you could respond, Shanks kissed you. His lips melded to yours as if they were made for that purpose only: kissing you. You made some soft noise and he pulled away, looking cautiously down at you.

"Okay?" he checked.

You pulled him down and he smiled against your mouth before kissing back, starting to sway again.

Okay.

Sanji

You snuck back into the kitchen after dinner, sidling up behind Sanji and whipping the drying towel out of his hand.

"Hey!"

He pivoted quickly to find you grinning up at him, triumph in your eyes.

"Let me help" you instructed, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, hair falling into his left eye as usual.

"Nope. I told you I don't need help, sweetheart. Now move your cute self and give me that back" he retorted, holding out his hand.

You shook your head, too, and danced out of his reach.

"Let me help you" you repeated.

Sanji tried to frown at you, and failed. He threw his hands in the air and leaned back against the bench, folding his arms across his chest and eyeing you.

"Fine. You win. Dry the dishes then. Such a victory."

You nudged your way in next to him and pressed a kiss to his covered shoulder, your hip bumping his leg as you swayed gently to music only you could hear.

"Your sarcasm has no effect on me, chef. I grew up with Zoro. I am immune."

Sanji rolled his eyes as you carried on drying the rack full of clean dishes, silently welcoming the light thud of your hip against him every time you swayed too close.

When you were finally done, he stole the towel back and tossed it over his shoulder onto the metal bench. He stood closer to you, if that was even possible, and smiled, cocking his head slightly.

"What's that music you listen to in your pretty head, sweetheart?" he asked, curious.

"Violins."

You eyed him and he reached for your hand, stroking your fingertips before sliding his palm against yours.

"What are they playing?" he asked quietly.

You looked down at his hand holding yours, engulfing it whole.

"A waltz" you murmured, glancing back up at his face.

Sanji's blue eyes sparked and you bit your lip. He held out his other hand to you.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked eagerly. "It's been a while, I admit, but I think I can remember the steps."

You slipped your free hand into his and let him guide you into the middle of the kitchen, before shifting positions to hold your right hand high and settle your left on his shoulder, his right coming to rest firmly near your shoulder blade. You stared into his eyes as he murmured the countdown and then began to lead you around the confined space, never once stepping on your toes.

It had been so long since a man danced with you like this, and your heart pounded a rough tattoo against your ribs.

Suddenly, you felt strong fingers on your chin, tipping it up so your eyes met a blue pair.

"Where did you go?" he asked softly.

"The past" you admitted.

His smile was slow, warm, melting your insides.

"I'm not in your past, love" he reminded you gently. "I'm right here."

You nodded.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologise" he assured you. "Anything I can do?"

"Kiss me."

It was a breathless request, one answered with a kiss that took the rest of your breath away, warm lips on yours, no oxygen required.

Zoro

"No."

It was the first word out of Zoro's mouth when you had asked him to dance at the dockside club, and it was also the second word out of his mouth when you offered him a sad pout and puppy dog eyes to attempt to sway him. He would not be swayed.

He wouldn't dance when he'd had one drink, or two, or even three. He just stared at you and slowly patted his thigh until you gave up and plonked down in a huff, folding your arms tightly over your chest in a dramatic show of annoyance.

Sitting across from you at the bar, Nami smirked at your sore predicament as Zoro snaked his free arm snugly around your middle and pressed his chin onto your shoulder.

"Mm, love you" he mumbled, stroking his thumb up your ribs below your breast.

"Then dance with me" you protested, unable to keep yourself from wrapping your fingers around his wrist just to touch him.

You felt him shake his head against you.

"No."

"Why?" you groused.

"Don't want to" he said simply.

You rolled your eyes, disentangled yourself from his grasp and dragged Nami onto the dance floor.

And now, back on the Going Merry, Zoro closed the door to your shared room with a louder bang than he needed to. He leaned back on it with his arms crossed firmly and his jaw set, ticking slightly.

"What was that about?" he asked, not quite demanding. "You ran off with Nami and left me with the waiter. You know I can't stand him."

You turned from where you had been shucking off your boots and sighed.

"And you know I like dancing. You wouldn't, but Nami did, so..."

You waved a hand in the air and Zoro closed his eyes, tilting his head back onto the door with a thunk.

"Is that what it was about?" he groaned.

"Yep."

He pushed himself off the door and held out his hands. Slouching a bit, you met him halfway across the room and took them, tipping your head back to see his face.

"What?" you mumbled.

He arched a perfect eyebrow.

"You can dance with me here as easy as anywhere else, can't you?"

You huffed, but it was only to hide a smile as you stepped closer to him again and released one of his hands to wrap the arm around his waist. His now freed hand came up to rest on the back of your head, pressing it gently to his chest. He held your hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb.

He followed the roll and shift of the ocean below to guide his footing as he swayed you side to side, his heart beating a little quicker than usual under your ear. You smiled again and rubbed your cheek against his shirt, warmed by his skin.

"Thank you" you said quietly, muffled by fabric.

Zoro stroked your hair.

"Don't get used to it, princess."

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donatellawritings · 2 months

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if you’re taking requests still .. what about latina!reader meeting older!rafes daughter and becoming friends with her and also fucking rafe behind her back 🫢

to put things quite simply: rafe cameron was relieved that his incessantly introverted daughter had finally made a friend. sure, it took her a little longer than expected, she’d remained to herself throughout the entirety of her early school years, but now she was nineteen years old, a freshman in college — and she’d finally made her first official friend. what struck rafe the most about his little girl’s new friend was how different you were from her, you actually put effort into your appearance — immaculately shiny and well kept hair, perfectly applied makeup that accentuated your already tantalizing features, and clothes that showed just enough of you that left rafe wanting more … much to his utter embarrassment and dismay. and god, he loved the way his name rolled off our your latin tongue.

he wasn’t exactly sure when his feelings for you developed, all he knew was it had about a year, since he kissed you for the first time. and now, he had you bent over the desk in his office, his thick cock ramming into your tight and warm wetness, while his wedding ring-clad finger, deliciously massaged your clit. he loved the way you smiled with gritted teeth as you took his entire length like the pillow princess you were. and, all it took was him cumming deep inside of you to realize that he had to keep you around, at all costs. his perked up ears didn’t miss the way you giggled, all cock-drunk at the ‘pop’ when his fat length slid out of your inviting pussy.

taking a moment to steady his breathing, rafe grinned like an idiot, pressing a kiss to your spine, as he softly patted the plush skin of your ass, earning a cute whine from you, “jesus christ, y’did so fuckin’ good, pretty girl,” rafe praised, his eyes hung low as you crouched down, spreading you soft ass cheeks, maintaining his smile at the sight of his cum slowly oozing out of your glistening hole. pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your butt-cheek, rafe stood up, watching as you straightened yourself up with slightly wobbly legs, “i want you to stay the night,” he spoke decidedly, licking over his lips as you spun on your heels, leaning back against his desk.

sinking your top teeth into the fat of your bottom lip, you stretched your swollen lips into a nodding smile, before you shrugged, “and i want you to leave your wife, papi,” you retorted, pulling your lips into a needy pout as rafe sighed, watching as you picked up the photo of rafe, his wife, and daughter that laid peacefully on the corner of his desk, “i guess we have to wait to get what we want, huh?” you forced a smile, placing the picture frame back into its rightful position on the desk, before swallowing thickly.

you cared deeply about rafe’s daughter, you saw how timid she was, how lonely she’d been prior to meeting you, and sure, it was pretty messed up that you’d been fucking her father and having a secret relationship, but you couldn’t control who your heart wanted — it just so happened to be the father of your best friend.

rafe wasn’t happy with his wife, he’d just so happened to become comfortable with their repetitive routine, and the the age gap between you two always rung in the back of his mind. he loved those secret rendezvous with you, whether he took you for a shopping day on the mainland, or managed to steal you away for a long weekend on some random resort, rafe loved when it was you two, away from the harsh reality that was his marriage and you being his daughter’s best friend.

“y’know it’s not that easy, baby — i can’t just fuckin’ get divorced because you want me to, she’s my daughter’s mother,” rafe spoke sternly, now standing directly in front of you, nudging your chin with the side of his index finger as you refused to look at him. with a sigh, rafe place his hands on either side of you, glancing up at you through hooded eyes, “c’mon, don’t be mad at me, princess, y’know i can’t take it,” he pouted playfully, his heart swelling just a bit as you struggled to bite back a smile, before your doe eyes fell on his. with a roll of your eyes, you sighed defeatedly.

deciding to table the conversation, for now, you pushed yourself up to sit on the desk, “i’m sticky, we should take a shower,” you hummed, pulling rafe in closer to you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. pressing a kiss to his neck, you playfully caught his chain between your teeth with a small laugh, “you’re sweaty,” you commented, pulling away as rafe captured your puffy lips into a warm kiss. letting out a soft moan, you wrapped your arms around rafe’s neck as you smiled into the kiss.

sealing the kiss with a peck to your lips, rafe chuckled breathily as he pulled away, a smirk on his face as you wiped his shiny lips with your thumb, “a’ight, let’s go shower, yeah? can’t have my pretty girl walking around all dirty,” he huffed, sliding an arm under the curve of your ass, lifting you onto his waist. with a knowing laugh, rafe smiled as his shirt became sticky from the cum that dripped out of your sensitive pussy, “y’fuckin’ leaking, mama,” he teased further, earning an embarrassed whine from you as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

pulling your head to face rafe, you couldn’t help but blush as he quickly stole a kiss from your parted lips, just as you were about to speak, “you’re the worst,” you spoke, causing rafe to hum dismissively as he walked backwards into the awaiting bathroom. the two of you completely oblivious to the sound of his wife’s car as it pulled into the driveway.

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pedge-page · 4 months

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#6 Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: NOT Hungry

can be read with others in series or standalone

Warnings: fluff, brief puking, Joel being an overreactive sensitive bitch

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Ever since your fourth date with Joel, where you spent the evening at his apartment, and he made you his homemade empanadas while you two discussed your favorite books and movies, you were hooked. Not just to the man who would eventually be your husband and baby daddy, but to his immaculate cooking as well.

So now, years later with a ring on your finger and both of your and Joel’s belly a little fuller—okay, yours a LOT fuller—you find yourself gawking at him, propped up on the kitchen island in a high chair you took 4 minutes to climb atop, feet swaying in the air, elbows resting on the granite countertop, palms holding your chin with beady heart eyes as Joel finishes plating his hot homemade dish for you.

“Blow on it, babe. It’s hot,” he warns, not too keen on having you burn your tongue again due to your impatience. He holds a fork out as you drag the plate in front of you.

“Yes you are, handsome.”

He shakes his head, not caring that he’s blushing hard. It’s not difficult for him to admit that having you gush over his cooking for years makes him extremely proud, excited, and even more in love with you.

You can’t tell if the gurgling, rumbling summersaults in your middle is the baby kicking or your stomach growling, neither of which bother you in the slightest as you splinter the hot shell, pausing to waft the steam of shredded chicken, glazed onions and corn, a hint of his secret secret secret ingredient (its a touch of sugar—but you don’t want him to know you know), and then—

You stop, fork held in front of your mouth like the Choo Choo train hit the breaks before it could dock with the station. And suddenly something doesn’t feel very pleasant, and your senses are off, strangely, for something that should be glorious and pleasurable consuming you is now —extremely unpleasant, almost—

You drop the fork with a clatter to the plate and b-line straight to the bathroom, barely bending to your knees to the tiled floor as you hurl your stomach into the basin.

It only lasts for a few seconds, your stomach being relatively empty with no dinner having made its way down there. You wash your hands, and mouth, and then sadly waddle back into the kitchen.

“Um, Joel, I don’t think the baby likes them,” you say meekly, rubbing your hand over your belly who punches your ribcage with dignified agreement.

Joel looks at you, face plain, lips in a thin line with an unreadable expression. He calmly places the pan back on the stove, wiping his hand with the washcloth. The kitchen feels scarily quiet. Joel then puts both hands flat on the counter, holding himself up, gritting his teeth back and forth. He brings his eyes to you, with such a chilling seriousness that it sends you into shivers.

“And might I ask who’s baby you got growing’ in there then?”

EXCUSE ME?

“Joel what—what the fuck—“

“Cuz no baby o’MINE would EVER dislike my empenadas. So I’ll ask you again, who’s baby do y’got growing inside you?”

“Are you fucking serious. Because the baby doesn’t like your greasy food, I’m suddenly a cheater?”

“I’m just sayin—“

“Fuck off Joel,” you seethe, not sure if you should be trembling in rage or laughter. “The baby. Doesn’t. Like. It. Grow up. The doctor said this could happen.”

Yeah, he was there, he knows, but Jesus, it was more plausible to believe his baby wouldn’t like collard greens or strawberry ice cream, not … his fabulous abuelas homemade receipt of empanadas that his wife has adored ever since she first tried it!

Joel pulls his hands off the counter, wringing them in shame with pouty lips. “M’sorry. That was—that was wrong o’me to way that. I don’t—I know you wouldn’t…”

He struggles to suppress the little sniffle under all that macho, and suddenly you’re paddling over to him, soothingly gliding your hand over the expanse of his muscled back, kissing his massive shoulder.

“Awww, are you upset your baby doesn’t like them?”

“M’not upset,” he pouts unconvincingly. “Just—what if after you pop the kid, you still don’t like ‘em either? Then who am I gonna cook ‘em for?”

“Tommy?”

“Fuck that man-child. He can make his own shit.”

You giggle into his arm, nuzzling your face into his denim shirt. You inhale the smell of him, the mix of pine, wood and mint, a little bit of sweat, enough that its blocking the nauseating scent of the grease in the air and suddenly you feel a wave of calm wash over you, relaxed in his gentle embrace.

You smile, carding your fingers through his and bringing his flat hand to the base of your tummy.

“I promise: this baby is definitely yours. So calm now because Daddy’s scent is here to comfort her.”

Joel’s lips curl into a smile, welcoming the touch of warmth cradled by your rounded belly. “Still think it’s a girl?”

You cup his face, bringing him to you as you plant a loving kiss on the scruffy patch on his peppered cheek.

“I know it.”

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inkykeiji · 4 months

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Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing.

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess? he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth.

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

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aphrogeneias · 2 months

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how do rockstar!eddie and assistant!reader try and enjoy valentines in secret? does he spoil her? steal kisses through the day? subtly dedicate a song to her at the show? swooooon

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x assistant!reader

warnings: secret relationship. disgusting fluff. two people desperately in love, avert your eyes.

“You have time, but I highly suggest no one's late for this interview. We need to be there at 4 because it's live, let's not make these people wait or else they'll start talking shit about you, remember last time? Anyway, remind Gareth to not take too long…”

“Babe, relax.” Eddie stretches out, reaching for the cup of coffee in your hand. He rests it on the tray in the middle of the bed, and takes your notepad from your other hand. He rests it on the side table, away from your reach. “It's Valentine's Day.”

“Since when do you care?”

“Since I met this girl who controls my every move and won't leave me alone.”

“Wow,” you deadpan, lying back beside him, “you’re such a romantic."

You've seen Eddie sprawled out on hotel beds what feels like a million times, but you can never get used to the sight of it.

The contrast of the immaculate white sheets to his dark hair, still mussed from his bedhead, the dark ink of the tattoos that covered his lean body, the dark fabric of his underwear — the only thing he could bring himself to put on before answering the door to get the room service tray.

You bite your bottom lip to stop a sigh. He's smiling at you, lounging like a lazy cat. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm here pouring my heart out to you but it's just a normal Wednesday, right? No need for it.”

Eddie isn't looking at you, he's got one hand on top of his chest, and another on his forehead, feigning distress. Instead of rolling your eyes, you roll over to him, careful to not knock the tray, still full of bread and fruit and single flower in a tiny glass vase, and climb on top of his lap, straddling his hips.

Careful not to laugh, you pry his arms from where they are and pull him to the sides of his face, holding them there, while you slowly lace your fingers together. He doesn't fight it, but he's still staging a frown, full lips jutted forward, inviting you in.

Leaning down, you press a gentle kiss to them. “I'm just trying to help,” you murmur, face still close to his, “didn't know you were serious about today.”

“I was when I told you we should at least try to seize it, even if it's just a little. I know I want to.”

Eddie kisses your face — your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, the tip of your chin — before pushing himself up, and taking you with him. You sit together, foreheads pressed together, sharing a coffee-stained breath.

“I want it too.” You confess, and he knows what you mean. “I wish… I wish we could.”

“We could. Tell’em they don't need us. Stay here all day, sleep a little more, fuck until we’re tired and sleep again. Order some more room service.”

You smile despite yourself. “Yeah? What else? Jump on the bed, pillow fight?”

“Nah, I'd crush you. Don't ever wanna do that to my baby.”

Without thinking, you giggled. Buried your face where his shoulder meets neck, and nuzzled yourself in there. You inhale his scent as you did, the lingering perfume from last night and this morning’s cigarette.

He laughs too, and you feel his hand rise slowly, from your spine to the back of your neck, settling there. “I have a surprise for you later.”

“Hm?”

“Yeah. A real good one.” Eddie squeezes your neck gently, and his thumb runs back and forth on the sensitive skin of your neck, making it difficult for you to lift your head from where it comfortably rests. “Just gotta stand pretty at the side of the stage, as you do.”

“Ed…” This time, you reluctantly face him. “What are you going to do?”

Something cold drops in your stomach. You try not to show, simply raising an eyebrow at him, but he knows you worry, knows his impulsivity keeps you up at night, sometimes.

“Nothing you need to upset your pretty little head with.” As if to make a point, he kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

You're not convinced. “On stage, Eddie? Seriously?”

He smiles, all dimples and teeth, as his hands wander over your hips and thighs, over and under the robe you're still wearing. “As a heart attack.”

“That's what you're going to give me.”

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cheriiyaya · 4 months

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everybody wants to love you

-"said, I'm the first girl that got you getting romantic"-endlessly by kali uchis

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Contents: Dazai x Fem!reader, Fluffy fluff, just dazai and fluff that's the whole fic, uhh implied references to marriage in the end,

☾⋆⁺₊⋆ A/N: ...i lied bitches fedya's gonna wait my pookie is always first. Also this was so much better in my head uhhh-

You woke up to bandaged hands around your waist and dazai's chin on your shoulder, his breath coming out in little puffs against the back of your ear. You hesitated before carefully attempting to pry his fingers off you, which caused him to whine and pull you closer against him.

What you didn't realize was that he was already awake.

"mmh, love can't you stay hereeeee?" He huffed, kissing behind your ear before he buries his face in your nape. "...it's so cold anyways, why would you wanna leave?" You sighed, pulling away from him and giggling when you hear him whine.

"C'monnn, you can't stay in bed all day." Dazai merely pouted.

"Watch me." He grumbled, however his expression softened as soon and you brushed away his bangs to press a kiss to his forehead. You smiled and brushed your fingers into his knotted tresses, scratching at his scalp and tugging at some of the knots.

"...wanna get up now?"

"Hmm, fine." He sitted up and stretched before you laced your fingers with his and pulled him up. You led him into the cramped bathroom of your shared agency dorm-a dorm meant for one that two had carved a home into.

You spread toothpaste on your toothbrush and brushed your teeth while humming softly and dazai followed in suit, hip bumping against yours. After rinsing out your mouth, you looked at dazai as an idea sparked in your head. "let me brush your hair, it's a knotted mess." Dazai raised an eyebrow but smiled as you reached up onto your toes, comb in hand. "can you bend down, you giraffe?" You huffed and dazai chuckled at your adorable pout, poking your cheek as he bent down a bit.

"Better?"

"M'yeah." You gently tugged at knots in his wavy hair, brushing it away from his eyes and you combed it until it was softer and not as tangled. Once you were done you set the comb onto the counter and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. Dazai chuckled and tapped the tip of your nose. You pulled him out of the washroom and into the kitchen, pulling out leftover rice and a few eggs from the fridge. "What do you wanna eat?" Dazai hummed and leaned against the counter.

"Whatever you want." He shrugged and you decided on tamagoyaki and leftover rice-frankly you didn't want to cook much. You opened the cabinet and grabbed a bowl, cracking eggs in and measuring out some soy sauce, grated radish and a bit of sugar. Dazai watched you, smiling at your small movements. The way you narrowed your eyes as you measured stuff out, the small crinkle of your nose was just oh so adorable to him. Quietly, he walked up behind you and spun you around, ignoring the stammers of protest you let out as he cupped your face and kissed every part of it; your nose, the curve of your jaw, across your redden cheeks and finally placing a playful kiss to you lips. With a sly chuckle he placed his hand on your lower back, fingers grazing your spine and he reveled in the shiver it brought about.

"Osamu-" He cut you off with another kiss to your lips, pulling away with an exaggerated "mwah!" Flustered, you put a hand on his cheek.

"Osamu! I-I gotta cook!" He ignored you, opting instead to pull you flush against his chest and waltz you around, humming a random song that you couldn't quite place a finger on. Dazai hands trailed up to rest under your ribcage as he ends the dance with a flourished dip. Right now, the sight of you to him was immaculate-Cheeks flushed and eyes wide, lips parted in surprise you were the most beautiful thing he'd seen. With a chuckle he lifted you back onto your feet, dipping down to kiss your left hand before he tapped your ring finger.

"Hm, bella this finger seems empty-naked even!" He acted as if it was the most horrible calamity in the world. Before you could interject he unravelled some of the bandages on his hand, ripped of three or four inches with his teeth before wrapping it around your ring finger. "Much better!" He grinned and tapped your finger again, making you look at the makeshift ring he'd made. Heat flooded your cheeks and you couldn't help but sputter out.

"Osamu!" You huffed, eyes wide and dazai laughed at your expression.

"Aw, bella'! C'mon, don't worry! Maybe next time I'll put on a real ring, how does that sound darling?"

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senseichaos · 3 months

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Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

#proship #senseichaos #antishippers dni #senseichaosdrabbles #proship fanfiction #hazbin hotel #lovely anon #senseichaosanons #💙 anon #vox #yandere vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox x reader #vox x reader smut #vox x reader angst #angst

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moonstruckme · 3 months

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Hello my love! I have a request for a quick little blurby with whoever you think it fits! Basically, the reader has an extensive skin care routine, but she’s sick so all she wants to do is lay bed, but the beautiful man is helping her do it because he knows how much it means to her! Am I projecting? Yes because I’m sick as a dog right now and I didn’t do my skin care routine at all but I just didn’t have the energy to 🥺💕

Hi honey! Hope you're feeling a bit better <3

This isn’t very relaxing lmao apologies, he’s doing his best. And maybe modern au? Because I didn’t feel like researching 80s skincare

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 814 words

“Shit,” Eddie hisses when you wince, pulling the washcloth away to kiss your eyelid. “Keep ‘em shut tight, baby, we don’t want this stuff getting in there.”

“They are shut.” Your face pinches as he continues to scrub at your lashes with the washcloth. “I’m just not usually this rough with them, Eds. You’re going to tear out my eyelashes.”

“Doing this?” He sounds dubious. “They can’t be very hardy, then.”

“They’re not.”

“Okay, okay.” He swipes the last of your mascara off a bit more delicately. “I can’t believe you went to work like this. I told you you were way too sick to go.”

“I was fine this morning.”

“You almost passed out pouring your cereal.”

You open your eyes to stare him down, daring him with your whole face to push you. You’re way too exhausted for this. “I’m calling in tomorrow, okay?”

“You bet you are, trouble.”

You open your mouth to snipe at him, but Eddie swoops in for a kiss as he finishes with your makeup remover and you sink back into the mattress, nullified.

“What’s next?” he asks sweetly. “That watery shit?”

“Toner, yeah. Thanks.”

He makes a sound like you’re welcome, a bit of cheek to it. You decide it’s probably deserved, since you keep disparaging him while he’s doing you a favor.

Eddie wets your washcloth with toner, passing it over your skin before reaching for your serum. You close your eyes as he brings the dropper just underneath them, like he’s seen you do a million times, and dribbles the glossy liquid onto your skin. He’s quick to chase it with his fingers, murmuring expletives under his breath as some of it drips onto your pillow before he can get it. You laugh, and he pinches your cheek meanly.

“Stay still, or I’ll get it in your mouth.”

You quickly smooth your face into expressionlessness, your poker face immaculate, and then Eddie laughs too. You open your eyes at the sound.

Eddie’s eyes hover above yours, lashes kissing as he grins toothily. A few frizzy curls have escaped the ponytail he’s confined the rest in. They tickle your cheeks when he moves, using his finger to distribute some of the serum onto your chin.

“You got it all over?” you ask him. Softly, like his proximity requires a hushed tone.

Eddie's thumb digs into your chin fondly, his smile broadening. You can see his canines. “Yup. You’re all shined up, sweet thing. How long do you leave it for again?”

“Until it dries.”

“And how long’s that?”

You shrug. “Ten, fifteen minutes. It doesn’t have to be all the way dry, just mostly.”

He nods. You listen to the passing of cars outside, the beginnings of crickets as darkness falls. Eddie starts sweeping his thumb back and forth over your shoulder.

“You look so fucking pretty,” he says quietly, “even though I know you’re the plague personified right now. How do you do that?”

Try as you might to tamp it down, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your features. “Every night when you go to sleep,” you tell him, “I take a little bit of your hair and use it to brew a potion in the kitchen. I’m slowly stealing your beauty, bit by bit.”

“Fucking knew it,” he growls, dipping his head to nip playfully at your neck.

You yelp and set your hands on his shoulders, warning him breathlessly about getting his hair in your serum.

“Fine,” he relents. “I know you’re full of shit anyway. You’ve been this killer since the day I met you.” He flashes a grin, canines and all. “And I only get more beautiful with time, so I know you’re not siphoning it off me. Nice try.”

“You’ve got me there.” You smile back, but it’s a half-hearted effort.

Eddie makes a low humming sound, thumb once again rubbing your shoulder. “You okay, baby? Your chest still hurting?”

“No, it’s not as bad.” The words leave you in a thoughtless sigh, and Eddie frowns, bending over to press a chaste kiss to your sternum. The sweet gesture pushes up against the pressure already thick and uncomfortable in the back of your throat. “I’m just really tired,” you admit, and to your mortification the words come out with a teary edge.

Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, only a flicker of concern passing over his face as his hand moves to cup the side of your head, stroking the baby hairs at your temple.

“Hey, that’s okay. You can go to sleep, I’ll finish up here. S’just the moisturizer left, right?” You nod, swallowing, and he mirrors you. “I can handle that. Get some shut eye, sweet thing. I’ll take care of you.”

You let your eyes close, the steady movement of Eddie’s thumb on your temple easing you towards slumber, because you know he will.

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soaringmirror · 2 years

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CHUUYA'S HANDS

hello hi i am here to worship my short king's hands <3 NSFW under the cut - implied fem!reader

chuuya's hands are smooth and so soft. he'd probably get tired of hearing you say it but kiss the back of his hand and watch his face soften, a sight you'll never forget <3

he loves to caress your cheek and pull you in by the chin when he kisses you. affection feels weird but there's something so intimate about holding your hand and it makes his heart beat a little faster

only the finest leather gloves encase his hands, sometimes you'll steal a pair and try it on for yourself and smile because chuuya has immaculate taste

what makes him blush is when you take his hand and cup your cheek, flashing a smile

"your hand's ice cold, let me warm them up" how could he say no?

you're always in awe when he runs his fingers through his own hair, it's really hot. chuuya knows the effect it has on you and smirks

what gets him going is that expression of yours when he pushes his fingers past your lips. it makes his oral fixation go wild. under the guise of worshipping his beautiful hands you'll take your time swirling your tongue around his fingers, shooting him that seductive look, moaning around them.

passionately making out with him while grinding on his cock, he'll move his hands down your back and grab your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze as you whine into his mouth.

he loves to trace your body and spread you apart with his gloves on, until you're begging him to touch you without them. Chuuya will make you fixate on how effortlessly he removes them with his teeth.

and when he plunges into your aching cunt, fingering you until you're on the verge of tears, curling and reaching that spot that has you convulsing around him

"so desperate for me to finger you, be a good girl and be patient, gonna make you cum, yeah?"

trace his body, skim your fingers along his inner thighs, the sensitivity from your touches making it harder for him to hold back those sounds. the moment you begin stroking him, he's already begging you to go faster.

when you're sucking him off and he just grips your head and lets out those whiny moans, fuck his moans would be so pretty. and they get even louder when your hand moves to tug his balls

"that's it, your mouth feels so fuckin' good"

a/n: lol i wish i wrote this better but uni has rlly stunted my vocab n creativity, anyway i need chuuya now

#‎ᐟᐟ☆ daydreamin'#chuuya nakahara headcanons #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya x reader smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader

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elvisalltheway101 · 3 months

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————Little Green Apples————

•-• A Someday We’ll Be Together Segment•-• Summary: Just another drabble from “Someday We’ll Be Together.”As thoughts continue to swarm in his head about you. He starts to question his feelings, lying in bed as he sorts his mind.

author’s note: this is all to @jhoneybees, for literaly everything that the chapter got to offer. It goes on the appearance pic (idk what they’re called BUT ITS LITERALLY SOO CUTE. ADORABLE. But ahem, remaining professional, she also introduced me to this darling song. It’s so soft and sweet, and just. AH! I cannot 🫠🫠. So all thank you, thanks, appreciation, go to @jhoneybees!!!!!!

author won’t zip it: I’m literally obsessed with this song. I was listening to this ish while writing this! AHHHHH. But ahem, I’ll be putting out requests after this bit that have been biting dust 🤗

•••••••••••••••••••

Nothing can help. And nothing will.

As Elvis tosses and turns in his stiff, cool white sheets, the blanket riding down to his waist, he just can’t fall asleep. Not with all these thoughts that are just flooding and seeping into his head.

It’s ever since that date. He groans and thinks to himself, running his hands over his face. With his mama working out late til morning, no one’s there to comfort him. Especially not you. He can’t go over at this time of the night, also since the issue is about his thoughts of you.

He flutters his eyes close and crosses his arms of his chest. “Maybe if I just let mah thoughts run, the mind motor will eventually stop, get tired and lemme sleep.” He speaks out loud to himself and nods with a satisfied hum. “Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.”

He lets his mind run and wander. It’s only you.

A whole flash of his imagination sparks into action. Thinking of you on a Sunday at church in a gorgeous white dress, a lacy veil a front of your face that’s nearly see-through. As you and him both stand in front of the beautiful alter, interlocking hands and nodding with grace and confident love. “I do.” Are the only words that ring through his head, and makes his mind hazy in love.

He smiles to himself, maybe letting his mind just think was a good idea. It seems to be relaxing, as he pulls his scruffy, thick blanket to his chin.

It’s you, carrying a darling child that’s bundled in layers of fabric, in your arms. He caresses you into his longing embrace, and looks ahead. Tucking his chin over your shoulder and glancing down at the child you and him have made, nourished and brought into this world. Pressing the tip of his nose to the crook of your neck, inhaling the floral, sweet scent of freshly cut, and juicy green apples.

Little Green Apples.

This was your favorite perfume now, he remembers vividly. In his imagination of the moment, he runs his hand along the immaculate stretch marks that has stretched across your stomach, love handles, and thighs. It’s all from the wonderful, brave birth of your child. He can just hear your sweet giggles and hums as he peppers kisses all over your tummy.

Oh, why did this just have to be his imagination? Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older and we didn’t have to wait so long? He frowns but his eyelids flutter drowsily.

His feelings of slight frustration subsides when he suddenly thinks of going through the door of the place you and him both call home. His cheeks gruffy and covered with oil grease and filth from the works of his plumbing job. Looking everywhere with wooden toy blocks across the floors, scribbles of the children’s art drawn along the wall and he giggled to himself. Only to be met with the comforting sight of you, all round and swollen with another joy inside of your womb, and your arms busy with carrying the two children that you’ve both brought to this earth.

Your tired but delighted eyes, smiling up at him, setting the two offspring duplicates of their parents, and your small, loving arms wrapping around him. He’s completely intoxicated with the sweet smell of your perfume. The perfume that he’s watched you apply all these years. From getting ready to go to parties while babbling to him about whatever gossip, to the day he brought you to the lake around on the first date, and now to here in this imagination.

Little Green Apples.

He nods. Answering and repeating the name of your favorite brand of perfume to himself softly, before drifting off to dream land. Laying cozily on his pillow, and now restful.

“Little Green Apples.”

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author’s note: I hope you’ve enjoyed this! Especially hunny doll, @jhoneybees. This’ll be the last of the “Someday We’ll Be Together,” segments unless ppl ask for more than sure! But anyway, mwah, mwah dears!

#Spotify #Elvis Presley #elvis presley fanfiction #elvis presley fic #elvis presley fluff #elvis presley imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley x you #elvis x reader fluff #elvis imagine #50s Elvis #someday we’ll be together

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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i know you’re taking soft az requests, but since your writing is ✨immaculate✨ and it’s christmas, i was wondering if i could request some filthy wingplay with az as a Christmas gift (perhaps with az being a bit of a sub for his mate 👀) again, love your writing 🫶🫶

all mine.

author's note: wing play and sub!az coming right up. highly recommend listening to this song which served as my inspiration for this smutty goodness. warning: smut under the cut.

"I want to be in control tonight."

Those seven little words unleashed some deep, primal need within the shadowsinger. Azriel couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. He was so accustomed to being the dominant one in the bedroom that the thought of relinquishing control never crossed his mind, but as you gently pushed him onto the mattress, Azriel quickly found himself warming up to the idea.

The Winter Solstice celebration may have come to an end hours ago, but the sight of you straddling his waist whilst wearing nothing but a skimpy set of black lingerie felt like a gift in and of itself. Just as he reached out to touch you, Azriel felt a crackle of magic snake up his forearms. The glowing, scarlet threads looped through his wrists and gently pulled each of his arms on opposite ends of your bed.

A wicked smirk tugs at your lips as you unbuckle his belt. "You can look all you want, but you don't get to touch until I give you permission. Do you understand, Azriel?"

Cauldron fucking boil him. The shadowsinger could only muster a nod, his hazel eyes glowing golden with lust as he watched you undress him. You settled on his right thigh and the warmth of the skin to skin contact elicited a whine out of his pretty lips. Azriel wanted to devour you, but he knew that he had to be patient.

The shadowsinger was entirely at your mercy. You smile to yourself before pressing openmouthed kisses along the hard planes of his ridiculously sculpted abs, humming in pleasure as you nipped and licked at his chest, collarbone, and neck. His golden brown skin shimmered in the moonlight and he tasted like sweat and sin against your tongue. You flicked it against his shoulder before lightly grazing your teeth along the column of his throat. Azriel arched into your touch as you playfully sucked at the sensitive spot just below his right ear. He turned his head to catch your lips, but you tilted his chin and shook your head.

"Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."

The Illyrian warrior swallowed thickly as his pink tongue swiped through his bottom lip. His eyes were bottomless depths of desire, framed by those thick, long lashes that kissed the tops of his perfect cheekbones. You swiped your thumb across his full, pouty lips and sighed in appreciation. Your mate was just so fucking pretty.

"Kiss me," Azriel says breathlessly. You raised an amused brow and the shadowsinger actually shied under your gaze. "Please."

The neediness in his voice makes the arousal shoot straight to your head. As much as you loved it when Azriel took charge, this submissive side of him was absolutely fucking irresistible. You liked teasing out his desperation and reveled in the power and hold that you had over your mate.

"Since you asked so nicely," you murmured against his neck before pressing your lips to his.

You could taste Azriel's desperation in the kiss, his lips perfectly melding with yours as you run your fingers through his soft, dark locks. The shadowsinger moans into your mouth as you slip your tongue between his parted lips, sighing in satisfaction as you press your chest against him. Azriel forgets about the restraints on his arms and tries to touch you, but your magic only tightens against his wrists.

"I want to touch you."

"So needy for me, aren't you Az?" you kiss him softly, pecking at the corner of his mouth as your mate whines. "Be a good boy and lie back and I'll think about letting you touch me."

Azriel nods, looking up at you as you push him back against the pillows. "I'll be good, I promise. I just want to please you, mistress."

The smirk that snakes across your pretty face was purely predatory. Azriel knew he was really in for it now.

"Is that so?" you ask with a wicked grin. "And if it pleases your mistress to play with your wings? Will you stay still and let me have your way with you?"

The shadowsinger was dizzy with pleasure. "Yes. Play with me. Use me as your toy. I'm at your mercy, mistress."

You kissed Azriel's cheek, murmuring your approval. Your hands slide over his broad shoulders before skirting up the red and gold membrane shimmering at his back. As he released a shaky breath, you ran a fingertip over the sensitive membrane. Those dark, powerful wings flared at your touch and Azriel groaned with pleasure. The guttural sound made the arousal pool in your panties and you quickly slipped out of the lacy material before settling onto Azriel's thigh. As you continued to trace patterns at his back, you rocked your hips against his leg, moaning softly as the friction rubbed against your clit deliciously.

The shadowsinger sucks in a deep breath, groaning as your slick covers his lap, the squelching sound filling the room as you greedily ride his thigh. You continued your feather light touches, twirling your pointer finger around the sharp talon at the apex of his wings. Leaning forward, Azriel watched you with curiosity while you placed open mouthed kisses along the membrane. His eyes nearly disappeared into the back of his head while you rolled your hips into him again. The way that you were using him as your own personal plaything was so fucking hot. You getting yourself off on his thigh was enough to get him off. Add the overstimulation to his wings and he was a ruined male.

Azriel knew he wasn't going to last any longer. The soft, gasping pants the shadowsinger was emitting sounded like music to your ears. Azriel had never felt anything like this before. It was earth-shattering and his sanity was being broken into pieces with every tender caress.

"Fuck, I'm so close." His head fell against the crook of your shoulder as pleasure racked through his entire body. "Please, mistress. Can I cum?"

"Not until you're inside me."

A string of curses fell from Azriel's lips as the restraints on his arms came undone. His aching cock throbbed as you pumped him with your right hand before lining him up at your entrance. You were wet, absolutely fucking soaking as you sank down onto his length. He wanted so badly to grip your hips and guide you over his cock, but he knew better than to disobey your command.

His patience was rewarded as you took a scarred hand and let him palm your breast. "Touch me, Azriel. I want to feel your hands all over me while I ride you."

Your mate didn't hesitate in obliging your request. His hands found refuge in your skin, greedily cupping your breasts, your ass, your soft tummy before settling against the hollow of your throat. He squeezed gently, applying just the right amount of pressure than he knew you liked as you rolled your hips into him. It was heavenly and he savored every moan, breath, whine that escaped from his mate's mouth. You were so fucking perfect. He would've ripped the stars out of the sky for you if you'd asked.

Azriel loved your body. He worshipped every inch—kissing, nipping, and sucking at whatever he could get his mouth and hands on while you ride out the pleasure together.

The fog of lust only thickened as he pressed you against his chest, rutting deeper into you as you grind down on his cock. You gently rake your fingers over his wings, tracing a dizzying pattern onto the leathery membrane while you took him in deeper and deeper. For a brief second, your eyes met and you held his gaze while you wrapped your lips around the sharp talon. You sucked lightly, careful not to cut the inside of your mouth with the razor sharp claw. Azriel groaned, feeling his release within his grasp as your pretty little cunt flutters and tightens around his length, keeping him buried deep within your walls.

"Do you wanna cum, baby?" you cooed, pushing back the locks that had fallen over Azriel's eyes.

"Yes, mistress. Please let me cum."

"Cum inside of me, Azriel. I want to feel you filling me up."

The words sent him over the edge, his balls tightened, his cock throbbed, and his seed pumped inside of you as Azriel bit down on your shoulder. The orgasm thoroughly rocked through every fiber of his being. Azriel spent himself on you, burying himself in your hair, your skin, your scent.

You coaxed him through the pleasure, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear as tears pooled at the corner of his eyes from the sheer intensity of the orgasm.

"You did so well, Az. Such a good pet for his mistress. I'm not done with you yet. You're all mine, baby. You belong to me. All fucking mine."

Azriel looked like a dream, his sex hair mussed and tousled, those golden eyes wide and entranced, and those pink, pouted lips parting in agreement as he obediently nods.

"I'm all yours."

#OH MY GOD #i did not know i needed sub!az in my life until now #thank you nonny #azriel #azriel smut #azriel fic #azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel acotar #azriel fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel/reader

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basilica-gel · 5 months

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wrote a little snippet inspired by this thing @avidcollectorofdust drew in dms last night

Link peered over his book, distracted by the sudden sharp pain in his wrist.

“Really?” he asked, looking thoroughly unimpressed at the demon kneeling on the ground in front of him, lapping up the blood. “You animal. You’re no better than a remlit.”

Ghirahim smirked around his blood stained fangs, looking every bit like the remlit that got the cream.

“Oh? Suddenly you take issue with it?”

“I’m trying to read, Ghirahim, not—” he cut off suddenly, biting his lip. Ghirahim’s eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as he ravished Link’s bleeding wrist. Some of his blood escaped the demon, flowing instead over his chin, down his neck, and soaking into his white jumpsuit.

“You’re making a mess,” Link said at last. His tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lip. “Practically obscene.”

“And?” came the reply. He kissed gently at the weeping wound, and then met the former hero’s eyes. “Don’t deny it, Link. You love it.”

And Link could not deny it without seeming like a flagrant liar. He took in the sight of Ghirahim, his book long forgotten — his lipstick, smudging at the corners, stained a coppery red. The trail of blood leading down his neck, highlighting every contour of his skin. The deep crimson against immaculately white fabric. His glove, too, was stained at the fingertips. Ghirahim, looking at him like he was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. The pain of it was secondary to all else — if only Ghirahim kept looking at him like that.

“…I didn’t tell you to stop,” Link said at last.

#ghiralink #my writing #i literally wrote this while on my 30 at work yesterday #the inspiration Gripped me #now everyone enjoy

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carleighalpha · 8 months

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Little Wolf Pt 1

While being accused of the Beacon Hill murders, Derek decides to visit his favorite girl.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1k

Imagine: Smut

Warning: None I can think of.

Waiting for him felt like hours for {Y/N} Stilinski, Stiles' older sister. Her little brother made him one of the most wanted people in the states for the murders, she knew it couldn't be true. The 20-year-old could picture him now. His piercing green eyes bore into her soul, that deep stubble on his chin, and his black hair spiked up in that dangerous way that lured her. She bit her plump lip as she heard the window open. She turned to see Derek Hale stepping into her room.

" Thought you were gonna lay low till this blows over, Wolf?" {Y/N} said as she twirled one of her {H/C} locks in her fingers as she got up. All Derek saw was her wearing a band top and {F/C} panties. Her {H/C} hair was out of its confines. He took his jacket off and placed it on the chair. He liked the fact she knew of his world before they met.

" Why wait when I can have you all to myself?" Derek asked as he walked over to her and could practically smell her from where he entered. He smiled at her with a grin that made her feel all the wetter as he turned her around. Moved a lock of her hair to leave a ghosting kiss on her neck.

" God's, that fucking hot." {Y/N} gasped with heated breath as one of his hands trailed down her side and the other pulled her hip to him so she was flush against his body. His muscle and strength were making it all the harder for her as she bit her lip. He turned her around before lifting her chin as she smirked.

" My little mouse." He growled in her ear before using one of his hands to pull her to him and kiss her. {Y/N} moaned allowing Derek to plunge his tongue into her mouth as her hands gripped his hair.

" Patience." He growled low as he sat on the bed as {Y/N} got on his lap without hesitation. Her lips press hard upon his as he grips her hips to hold her in place, but fails as he pulls the bottom of her shirt up. {Y/N} pulls away so he can take it off of her. He looked at her as the flush of her cheeks grew. He caresses her breasts in his hands before rubbing her nipples in slow circles that make her moan before biting her lip.

" Fuck." She moaned as her back slightly arched. The sensation was making her brain go into a haze. She smirked at him before she removed his shirt. She threw the garment to the side before pressing herself to him as their lips connected. Derek laid back as {Y/N} began to kiss his pecs with want. His low growls let her know this was turning him on.

" {Y/N}, fuck." Derek groaned before sitting up and helping her remove her panties. He got her to lie down before parting her legs, licking two fingers, and then pushing them inside her. {Y/N} moaned as he began to finger her sweet core. Her moans and squeals made his cock begin to harden.

" Such a needy girl." Derek growled as the noises were making his wolf react. He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. He smirked before going to her wet pussy and began to feast with heavy motions of his tongue. {Y/N} gripped his hair as he kept giving her long strips with his tongue.

" Derek, fuck. God!" {Y/N} gasped as the coil in her stomach snapped. The spasms were immaculate as she came all over his tongue. Derek lapped at every drop she gave. She tasted so sweet to him that it was almost a drug. He loved eating her, smelling her, giving a part of himself to her. It was all perfect.

" Jesus." {Y/N} gasped as Derek got up from the bed and unbuckled his pants before discarding them. {Y/N} smirked at his cock. She got close and engulfed her mouth upon it.

" Holy...." Derek growled as he placed one hand on her head as she hollowed her cheeks. She began to bob her head as he guided her. His shaft was her drug, to feel it either in her mouth or pussy was like drinking ambrosia. Derek growled as he stopped her from finishing her. He pushed her off before getting on top.

" I love this feeling." {Y/N} moaned as Derek slid deep into her core before engulfing her lips with a hard kiss. He proceeded to thrust hard into her and she instinctively wrapped her leg around his waist. His mouth moved to her neck and left ghosting bites as he thrust harder. {Y/N}'s fingers dragged long scratches down his back as the coil snapped again. Derek growls as he grips deep within his hips slapping into hers. The harsh feeling makes him plunge deep and not give way.

" Derek please." {Y/N} moans in his ear. Derek growls as he releases deep with her core. {Y/N} cries out in pleasure as the orgasm hits her like a truck. Derek holds her close as his body shakes heavily as his body flows with his release.

" That was..." {Y/N} said with a heavy breath as he pulled out and lay beside her.

" Different, but good." He replied as he felt tired. She curled up next to him as he held her tight. He didn't want to lose her, and he would make sure he didn't. This human made him feel something he hadn't felt in a long time. Protective over someone. He wanted to keep her safe, happy and cared for. He laid his head on the pillow as her heartbeat lulled him to sleep.

Pt 2

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale smut

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼 𝙆𝙄𝙎𝙎

DAY 5 : APHRODISIACS

s. you've really screwed up now, and your boss won't be so nice and forgiving this time.

w. dark content, fem! reader, sub! reader, dubcon, drugging, kissing, overstimulation, squirting, begging, cervix fucking, cumming inside (use condoms irl!), power play, and office sex.

wc. 937

sauce.

It started with a kiss.

Pantalone's lips had felt smooth and cold against yours, his gloved hands anything but gentle as they tightly held your head in place. It was overwhelming; the taste of his lips, his near death grip on you, and the feel of something small and round being pushed down your throat.

"How cute," is what he said with a smug smirk, licking his lips as you gasped for air.

"S-sir, what the hell!"

"Think of this as your punishment. You just had to go screw up that mission, even when I let you off last time, didn't you?" He chuckles, eyeing you down through the narrowed slits of his eyes. "And here I was being nice by giving you another chance."

"Tch, I could've done the mission by myself! It doesn't matter how I do it, as long as I get the results, right? If it wasn't forー!"

You're caught completely off-guard when Pantalone pushes you down on his desk, pens and papers flying off his once immaculately clean and tidy desk as he hovers over you. You hiss at the bruising pain on your back, and quickly open your mouth to yell at him once more, but you stop mid breath.

"It seems like I've been far too lenient with you." The pleasant smile is gone, and for a brief second annoyance flickers on his faceー fuck, was he always this scary? "Now, you'll be a good girl and make up for your mistakes, won't you sweetheart?" He cups your chin and swipes your lower lip, smiling that sickly sweet smile, and it's then that you're painfully aware of the building heat in your belly.

He kisses you again, much less sweeter and with more force. He holds down your wrists, preventing you from striking at him as a sickening heat burns and sears inside you like a forest fire. The obvious feeling of arousal tears through you, and the familiar slickness between your legs makes you choke.

You're horribly embarrassed by the moan that escapes the suffocating kiss Pantalone enforces upon you when his knee comes between your legs and pushes right against your clothed clit. It sends volts of shattering electric through your body, and the resistance in you begins to melt away.

Your muscles relax, and you stop fighting him entirely. Satisfied, he pulls away with a grin as you gasp for air, cheeks feeling hotter than a mid-summer afternoon.

"Good girl. Now, won't you entertain me, sweetheart?"

You don't have the willpower to even say no. You've never felt this kind of pleasure before, and it's sapping all the strength and common sense you have left.

"Y.. yes sir.." Your head feels fuzzy and dangerously warm and Pantalone sucks in a breath with sadistic self-satisfaction brimming inside.

You're far too dazed to even move, so Pantalone takes it upon himself to undress you. Tsk, who knew that one of his own underlings can't even properly undress themselves without help. No matter, he'd shape you into the ideal subordinate so that your pretty little head would only be filled with thoughts of benefiting him, no matter the task.

First your pants, and then your panties, practically soaked and slick with your arousal, Pantalone notes in sick amusement. He has to say, you're becoming quite compliant for someone who always found some way to rebel against him in the most infuriating of ways. But he's quite adept in taming misbehaving brats like you, and he knows he'll have quite some fun with you.

Pantalone is greedy, and once he sets his mind to and craves something, he'll get it. No matter the cost.

And now you're splayed across his desk, pretty cunt spread open by his big cock that keeps kissing your cervix. The aphrodisiac has long since taken effect, and now you can't tell left from right; all you think of is how good everything feels.

"Kgh-! S-sir.. s'too muchー, ish feels..!"

"Feels good, doesn't it? You're cuter when you're not being a selfish brat dearie." He coos, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs hard enough to bruise. You weakly whimper in response, but a thrust to your cervix quickly shuts you up, and that whimper climbs in several octaves as a quick pang of heat rushes out of you, but leaves your body shaking like a leaf.

"Ughk-! N-no more.. please, m'sorry, m'shorry.." Pleading won't do anything or get you anywhere, but you have to least try. He'd been pounding into you non-stop for so long, spilling his thick seed into your womb with little care for how it spills and squelches out onto his pristine desk.

Each time you reach your orgasm, it's practically gushed out in cute slick spurts that stick to Pantalone's skin. It's rather cute, he thinks, how he's rendered you so utterly helpless and useless other than being a good girl and taking his cock. You'd make a fine toy for him to use, and given your current state, he's sure it wouldn't take much convincing to get you to agree.

"Why don't we make this a regular thing, hm? I'll make you feel good. All you have to do is be a good girl for me." He purrs, and to seal the deal, presses a loving kiss against the side of your forehead.

" I-I promise I'll be good! Just fuck my pussy more please!♡" Warbled moans leave your mouth sounding more like a twisted melody. But it sounds like heaven to Pantalone, and he can feel the crazed smile

"Oh dear, what am I to do with you sweetheart?"

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