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gold-dustwomxn · 5 months

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mystified

part 2

summary: after sudden attacks on women around town, you take a self defense class. ellie, your long standing crush is the instructor

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

each chapter will have their own warnings please read them! eventual smut

cw: mentions of child abuse and implication of attempted sexual assault (does not go into detail for either), panic attack

fluff and angst

light rocking against your shoulder and a distant call of your name pulls you from your deep slumber making you groan, not conscious enough to take in where you are. “hey sleepyhead, wake up.” ellie’s raspy whisper has you cracking one eye open. you’re too tired to even speak or think coherently, making you hum in question.

ellie chuckles and looks at you for a moment before speaking. “sorry to wake you up so early.. I gotta be at the construction site in an hour.” you blink away your remnants of sleep and realize ellie has damp hair, is fully dressed for the day and the sun isn’t even up yet. “it’s okay. sorry I fell asleep here I didn’t even realize.” she smiles softly, “no worries, I don’t mind. you looked pretty comfy..I can drive you home on my way to work.”

the short drive to your house shares a peaceful, comfortable silence between you and ellie. the sky painting a breathtaking winter sunrise of pinks and purple. ellie pulls up to your house way too quickly for your liking, the small disappointment of having to part ways felt in your chest.

“thanks for the ride and letting me crash at your place.. I had fun last night.”

“me too,” she smiles and you feel that warmth settle deep in your stomach again. it’s a rarity to see her full smile “it’s no problem, really.. are you busy tonight?”

“no, I don’t think I have anything going on.” you know you don’t actually have anything going on. you bite the inside of your cheek to try to suppress a smile, but ellie looks between your eyes and down at your mouth and smirks at you. caught.

“well, if you’re not busy later you wanna hang out? I get off at 3, we can go to a cafe or something.” she clears her throat and you can see how physically painful this is for her. she forces herself to keep eye contact though.

you giggle and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, unspoken words and body language received between the both of you. “yeah, I’m down. just text me when you get off.”

“alright cool I can pick you up. see you later, ___.”

me: DINA wake the fuck up!!!!!

dina🤍: bitch its literally 7am why tf are u disturbing me

me: wow. anyway! last night I was walking to ur house and some creepy dude pulls up next to me asking me for directions and shit acting super sketchy. ellie pulls up out of nowhere and goes all psycho ellie mode and pulls out a fucking switchblade. I was like 😦 but it was also so hot. he skids off and she gets pics of his plates and we go back to her place for joel to deal with it. he thinks the cops can keep an eye out for that car and see if that guy has anything to do with the assaults happening. it was lowkey really scary but I’m okay. we ended up smoking and talking for hours and it was literally perfect and then we ended up falling asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night laying ON HER CHEST with her arm around me. we’re hanging out again tonight

dina🤍: wtf that’s so fucking scary! im glad ur okay:( but ommg im so excited for u angel. its ab damn time some moves are made and we can go on double dates tg hehe

me: ok let’s not get ahead of ourselves here we’ll see what happens. that’s all I wanted to tell u. ur allowed to go back to sleep now:)

dina🤍: wow how gracious of u. lmk how everything goes though <33

clothes are strewn all over your bed and floor, while you frantically try to find a cute outfit to wear. it’s fine, it’s just ellie. she’s seen you a million times since you were both 14. you finally settle on a pair of jeans and a black sweater, with your chelsea doc martens. good enough.

ellie🌿🗡️: Hey, I’m outside whenever you’re ready.

me: be right there!

okay, just breathe. everything’s fine!

as you hop into the passenger seat, ellie looks you up and down. “you look good.” you give her a shy smile and observe her; hair tied half up, in a dark green flannel with an oversized black denim jacket, black jeans with her usual pair of converse, multiple rings on her long fingers, and the scent of her woodsy cologne. “thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” she smiles and shakes her head, pulling out of your driveway.

“yeah, he almost dropped a whole fucking plank of wood on my head today!”

you start laughing, walking out of the coffee shop together. “maybe the hit would’ve done you good, ellie. you are very hard headed.” ellie’s jaw drops “wow, someone’s feisty today, huh?” you smile and roll your eyes, going to shove her and she catches your wrist, pulling you close to her. your breath hitches and you look down at her lips. something behind you catches ellie’s attention, her smile dropping instantly and face turning ghostly pale.

“ellie? what’s wrong?” she grabs your hand and walks you quickly to the car, opening your door to make sure you get in first before frantically hopping into her seat and speeding out of the parking lot.

“hey, what’s going on?” she shakes her head and doesn’t respond, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, eyebrows scrunched together.

the speed of her driving and her concerning behavior is stressing you the fuck out. she pulls up to her house and lets you both in before she runs up the stairs to the bathroom, whipping the door shut with a loud slam.

you slowly walk up the stairs, not knowing whether or not to give her privacy. you suddenly hear her crying and hyperventilating. “ellie, I’m coming in.”

ellie is seated on the floor next to the tub with her head between her legs, forearms laid on her knees. “hey, hey I’m here. can I touch you?” she nods and you gently take her hand, softly rubbing the back of her palm while you place her other hand against your chest. “try to follow my breathing, okay?” you take slow, deep breaths for her to follow until she calms down.

“I’m sorry.” she avoids looking at you. “no, I’m here for you, okay? you don’t have to hide from me.” she wipes the rest of her tears from her eyes and nods. you move to sit next to her and gently rub her back, still holding her hand.

“do you wanna talk about it?” she clears her throat and looks straight ahead. “I uh… saw one of my old foster parents. he was pretty fucked up,” she lets out a dry laugh. “thought I was over it but I didn’t expect to see him.”

“what did he do?” she looks at you in contemplation before looking away with a cold, steely gaze. she sniffs and nods, “he… used to beat the shit out of me all the time for no reason.” she looks down at her scarred tattoo and rubs the skin. “this burn… he tried to-“ she clenches her jaw and shakes her head. “anyway, I managed to get away before he did anything, but I ended up burning my arm on the stove in the midst of it all. tried to press charges but that didn’t work, big shocker,” she scoffs. “I ran away and refused to go back so they placed me with joel and he eventually adopted me.”

she looks back up at you, trying to gauge what you’re thinking. you don’t realize you’re crying until she wipes away a tear from your cheek. “hey, don’t cry it was a long time ago I was just… not prepared for all of that.”

“sorry, I just hate that you had to go through all of that, especially at such a young age.” she lets out a deep breath and nods. “sorry our date got ruined” she gives you a sad smile.

“it wasn’t,” you squeeze her hand “I had a good time and I’m just glad I was able to be here with you.” you look up in thought, “do you have brownie mix?” she looks at you in confusion and lets out a small laugh “uh, I dunno, why?” “whenever I’m sad or going through something, I like to bake because it gives me something to do to take my mind off of everything and brownies are fucking good.” you nod with conviction. ellie laughs, “you are so fucking cute. c’mon let’s go see if I have some brownie mix.”

as you mix the chocolatey batter, and hum to the song playing on the speaker, ellie leans against the counter and watches you. she loves the domesticity and warmth you surround her with, and you were right, doing all of this is making her feel better.

“are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or are you gonna help?” “nah I think I’m good right here” she smirks at you. you nod slowly and look at her with mischief, holding up the spoon. her eyes widen and she points her finger at you, “don’t you fucking dare.”

you chase ellie around the kitchen island, out of breath from laughing and she ends up slipping on her sock, grabbing onto the counter for balance. as you run up to her and try to smear the batter on her face, she grabs your arm. you struggle against her, making you trip over her leg and she catches you, wrapping her arms around your waist. both of your laughters fade into small smiles as both of your eyes trails to each other’s lips. ellie’s face becomes serious as she leans in, lips ghosting yours. the sound of the front door opening has you both abruptly backing away from each other. fucking joel.

“hey kiddo, what are y’all up to?” ellie’s face is beet red and she clears her throat, “just making some brownies. why are you home?” ellie’s voice holds a bit of an edge to it.

“well, damn, I’ll get outta your hair in a minute, just stoppin’ by, forgot to pack my dinner.” she hums in annoyance. your eyes widen at the tension ellie is radiating.

“joel! my parents wanted me to give this to you as a thanks for the free self defense lesson, and for helping me out yesterday.” you open up your bag and take out a bottle of whiskey. ellie’s brows furrow, oops you forgot to tell her.

joel holds the bottle at a downward angle “would’ya look at that.. I’ll be sure to send my thanks to them.” he walks to the fridge and grabs out a container. “alright I’m headin’ out,” he looks at ellie “do me a favor, don’t burn the house down.” she groans and rolls her eyes.

“mm, these brownies are fucking good. you were right after all.” you scoff and smack her arm, “of course I was right. don’t ever doubt me again.” ellie rolls her eyes, “yes ma’am,” she quips sarcastically. “now, pay attention, this is my favorite part of the movie,” you say with feigned sternness. she smiles and nods, finishing off her brownie and leans back into her pillows.

you rest your head on her shoulder and place your hand on her stomach, tracing small patterns. you look up at her and whisper, “ellie?”

“hm?”

“do you really feel okay now?”

she turns her head to the side to look at you, face only inches away, and nods slowly. you feel her breath ghosting your lips and your heart starts racing, chest rising up and down quickly. ellie parts her mouth and licks her lips, leaning in, kissing you softly. she pulls away to look at you, before sitting up and grabbing your face, deepening the kiss.

HA sorry to edge u all. things are gonna get spicy as fuck in the next chapter. interactions are much appreciated 💗

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mafiadad5 · 4 months

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self control

Genre- smut smut smut smut smut (mdni), roommates

Sub!renjun x fem!reader

Warnings- oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected, fingering, praising, 18+, slight hj…

Word count- 1.5k+

Summary- your roommate is fed up with how you dress around the apartment and asks you to stop, but you’re fed up with him acting like he doesn’t like it so you finally confront him.

note- tried a new writing style hope u like🎀, no proof read hehe

"Can you put some clothes on?"

You heard from the living room as you walked in the kitchen. Renjun was always standoff-ish towards you. You never thought he even liked you at all, but every time you suggest you'll just move out it's always— "It's to save money." or just an aggregated breath while rolling his eyes and just walking away.

"Oh give me a break Renjun, I'm just getting something to drink then I'm going back in my room."

You opened the fridge taking out a water before walking to the edge of the counter. He looked up at you as he got up from the couch, walking past you, making his way to his room. "You're acting like you've never seen legs before, it's not that big of a deal." You say as you took a sip of your water, causing Renjun to turn back and look at you with an infuriated look.

"Yes it is, it's not hard to cover up, you don't see me walking around here with no shirt."

"I wouldn't care about that Renjun, I would love to see your cute little body." You murmured into the water bottle rim, causing a distasteful look to paint his face.

"My cute little body?" His eyebrow raised unpleased as he looked at you.

"Mmm," you hummed "but if it's a problem then I can always move out." It seems like everytime you say that he gets even more agitated then he already is. "What have I told you Y/n, it's to save money." His voice was low as he replied curtly.

"You know for someone who's always upset about what I wear around the apartment, you sure do look a lot don't you?" You sat your water down, walking to the hallway, not breaking eye contact with him. "I don't, and I would like you to put clothes on." He looked at you, then back forward, walking down the dark hallway.

“You don't tell your friends that though." You blurt out, causing him to pause, trying to avoid eye contact with you as he gulped.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He turned to you, his eyes looking a little anxious as he tried to keep a straight face. "Could you guys be any louder in your room?" You questioned.

"She's so hot, I want to rip her out those skimpy clothes, I want to fuck her." You say, causing him to make a shocked expression on his face as you quoted his every word.

Yes during the time you guys been living together he developed a little crush on you, and yea maybe he even wanted to fuck you, but he didn't think he was so careless about expressing his feelings on it, and he was slowly starting to regret hosting hang outs at his apartment as well.

"You know, I hear you at night— when you moan my name, loudly."

He was also regretting placing you in the room beside his, and putting his bed on the wall you shared. You were inches away from him at this point as his back rested on the wall next to his room door as you stood in front of him. "Do you want to fuck me Renjun?" You questioned, looking into his eyes as his cheeks burned red. He gulped, staying quiet as he looked at you, the air becoming thick with tension.

You giggled softly, walking away before feeling his hand on your wrist pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands made their way to your waist, pulling you deeper into his body as he pushed you onto the wall, not breaking the kiss once.

"Can I please taste you." He let out a small moan against your lips, biting your lower lip softly as you nodded.

He took no time, pulling you into his room, laying you down on the bed. He kissed down your jawline, dragging his tongue down your skin, making his way to your neck, leaving tingles on your skin. He kissed and suck at your neck leaving little marking as he trailed down your body. His hands slid in between your legs, spreading them open as he kissed down your bikini line, trailing over your underwear kissing your clothed pussy, going to your thighs, kissing delicately.

"Can I eat you out, please?"

He stopped kissing, looking up at you, his doe eyes were desperately looking into yours, his voice was breathless,

"Please—"

his voice was so needy, it came out as a whimper. "Ok, yes, only this once." You nodded, you both knew that was a lie. He didn't hesitate, sliding his fingers under your underwear pulling them off in one swift motion. "Thank you." He moaned into your folds. His tongue found your clit, making circles around it before sucking it roughly, causing you to let out a loud moan.

"Fuck Renjun, that feels good."

Hearing your words made him only more desperate as he hungrily made out with your pussy. His long fingers found their way to your hole, roughly entering you. The sensation of his tongue around your clit and his fingers inside you made you shivered, driving you over the edge. "I'm there." You cried out, your legs shaking violently around his head as kept going, not even taking a breath.

"Can you do something for me." You moaned out. Your words went straight to his dick, causing him to moan into you.

"Mhm." He hummed.

"Fuck me."

Your words caused him to smile against your folds. You didn't want to admit it, but you yearned for him, not because of how he talked to his friends about you so blatantly, or how he shamelessly moaned your name to get himself off, but him avoiding you so he wouldn't get carried away turned you on more than anything. He looked up at you, his chin covered in his spit and your arousal.

"Ok." He smiled, getting on top of you. He pulled down his pajamas pants, along with his boxers, positioning himself at your hole, slowly entering you while letting out a choked moan, looking at you in the eyes as his mouth opened slightly.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

He whined out, pushing deeper into you. He slowly went in and out of you passionately, causing you to go almost insane as he pushed his every thing into you.

"Can I please go faster Y/n?" He cried out, his voice was so desperate you could probably come to just hearing it.

"Yes baby go faster." You moaned out, throwing your head back as he went at an unimaginable pace, his glossy eyes looking into yours as he let out quivering moans and whimpers.

"Am I doing good Y/n? Does this feel ok?" His skin flushed as he gripped the sheet under you, his voice was so needy it sent shivers down your spine. "Yes, you're doing so good Renjun, you're such a good boy."

He moaned out loudly as you clenched around him, throwing your head back as he hit your g-spot, exhaling in short breaths.

"Oh fuck I'm about to come, I need to pull out, can I please pull out?"

He whimpered out. "No, don't pull out I'm almost there." You moaned, throwing your head back as you clenched around him, causing him to cry out loudly— "I'm coming Y/n." Your legs started shaking as you felt him release, his warm liquid filling your insides. You both took a few deep breaths before he exited out of you, laying beside you as his seed dripped down your thigh.

"Can you stay with me?" He questioned, turning to you, his eyes sparkling as he grinned.

You didn't say anything, just looked at him with a smile before leaning in kissing him passionately, wrapping your hands around his head pulling him deeper into the kiss. You worked your way to his neck, sucking the skin as he moaned softly. You moved your hand under the cover, dragging your hands down his chest.

"Stop teasing Y/n."

Your hands made their way to his dick, wrapping around him as his eyes became desperate again. "I'm rewarding you for being so good." You smiled as you rubbed his sensitive tip.

"Moan my name like you do when you're alone."

You whisper as your hand slowly went up and down his length. "Fuck Y/n." He whimpered out, his eyes fluttering as you tightened your grip.

"Please." He lowly moaned out before you both got knocked out of your thoughts by a knock at the door.

"Shit, I forgot my friends were coming over." He cursed, looking at you with a worried expression on his face. "I'm going to the bathroom anyways, have fun with your friends Renjunnie." You smiled, getting up from his bed. He got up quickly getting himself decent before opening the door for his friends.

"What took you so long?" One of them said at the door. "Uh, I was taking a nap." He smiled. "Dude what's on your neck?"

Renjun looked at you going into your room, then looked down at the ground causing his friends to look at you with a smile. "Yall did not." One of them said with a shocked face.

Renjun stayed quiet, a grin appearing on his face as he touched the hickey that sat his neck.

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖: 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐉.𝐘𝐇 ♡

Planet 3564AB

【Synopsis】 : You're a Mercenary, searching for your next job in the galaxy. Little did you know, being stuck on a wateland planet was about to gift you more than just galactic credits.

『Word count』 : 1.51k

-> Genre: Sci-Fi. Smut. Poly.

Paring: Alien!Yunho x Mercenary!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Neck kisses. Unprotected sex. Anal. Lots of tentacle penetration. Multiple orgasms. Lots of bodily fluids. Dirty talk. Mention of Seonghwa and…laying eggs… I’m sorry, hehe. Hints of a poly relationship. Swearing.

Thank you, My Darling, @yourfatherlucifer, for requesting Yunho for this day. I hope you like it. ♡♡

Note: This is inspired by the amazing @sanjoongie and her absolutely filthy Alien fics she writes. I haven't written much along the lines of Alien/Sci-Fi aus, so her fics definitely helped in navigating the way of writing. (I think i still have a lot of learning with writing smut for aliens, ahah). She's such a kind person and a stunning writer, so please go check her stuff out. ♡

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Stuck on a rogue planet, you had decided to explore some of the caves nearby for any type of supplies but you were at no luck. Your ship's engine had seemly malfunctioned from a strange goop from the waste landed planet's surface. But other than the odd glowing goo dripping from your ship, you didn’t see any on the floor or tailing anywhere. but you soon brushed it off, blaming it could be from the atmosphere, a small life form maybe? Or even something you could have picked up along the way and it’s only affected the machine now.

Either way, you looked around the planet and through an unsuccessful scavenge you found nothing of use to help you. You had called one of your teammates from the same clan as you, San. He said he and Wooyoung would come over from Planet Gem which is just under a day's trip, so it meant you’d been staying the night on this shit-forsaken wasteland. Watching the two bright pink suns slowly begin to set, you had made a border, or a guard of some sort to help protect yourself and most importantly your ship while you were asleep. You had no idea what might be lurking on this seemingly empty planet.

You shifted in and out of consciousness, trying to sleep but something felt off, like something was watching you. That you weren’t alone. You had decided the only way you were going to sleep was to do one more quick sweep of the ship even though you had done a sweep over four times already before going to bed. But one more time, you kept repeating to yourself. And by the time you came to your cock pit the last part of the ship you had still found nothing. the doors were locked and nothing seemed to be inside the ship. Yes maybe something could be wandering outside but you were safe… right?

You go to leave to pilot room but when you open the sliding door you're met with a large body running into you. Everything was happening so quickly that you couldn’t even see what had grabbed you. A wet lanky object wrapped around your ankle, holding you against your captain's chair while another smooth, long object held your wrists locking them above your head. You thrashed, trying to push the creature off you, fearing it might be here to kill you but as another lanky object glided over your navel, you knew what it wanted.

“G-Get off me!!” You try to throw the beast but it only chuckled, with a deep velvet voice. His blue-ish skin was caught in your view its dark eyes caught your attention. It was a man, well mostly. Soft and fair freatures of a handsome man stared at you for a moment, his sharp teethed smile making you shiver. His body was board and a slip-like opening was painting the middle of his chest. It was opened slightly, letting yet another Tentacle spill out making it grab your other ankle, now successfully holding you open for the creature to shift himself between your spread legs. His large hands took a handful of fabric from your sleep shirt, ripping it off without a thought. You gasp, feeling your bare chest being tickled by the cold air. Your nipples were achingly hard, his face dipped down latching onto your buds sucking in harshly while a socked tentacle wrapped around your other one pinching it. “Fuck!”

Your body was burning, slipping under the control of the creature. Your mind became so foggy all you could do was whimper, no longer fighting him. He seemed to notice kissing up your neck until he found your lips, locking his with your plump ones. His very long tongue explored your mouth, making you gag slightly as the wet appendage almost went down your throat. His fingers hooked under your sleep short ripping them apart along with your underwear. Tears swelled up on the corners of your eye, feeling his tentacles spread your ass cheeks while another one poked at your tight asshole. He pulled away letting you breathe, coughing out while your saliva dripped from your chin.

“I’m gonna fill you up. Breed you, my mate…hmm you smell so good.” The alien rambles repeating the words along the line of ‘breed,’ mate’, ‘fuck’. you weren't really paying attention, mind melting from the feeling of his appendages playing with your holes. His tentacle slipped inside your ass making you cry, having not prepped you properly. But the burn was so pleasurable you couldn’t complain. He fucked you fast, making you feel like you were going to tip over the edge. Your hazy eyes watching him sit up slightly, watching his tentacle fuck you. He was groaning at the sensation of your tight ass wrapped around him. Another wet limb slipped out of the gap in his chest moving down to snake around his cock. Pumping him in time with him fucking your ass. His fingers pinched your clit while the other free one squeezed your breast. The feeling was enough to send you over the edge, coming around nothing. While squirting on him. He bit his lip coming also all over your tummy and chest while his tentacle empty his load in your ass as well. You were covered in his seed, while he was soaked in your juices. But that didnt stop him. He needed more.

“I’m gonna breed you now, my mate.” He moaned, placing his hands on either side of your hips, lifting you up so your back laid awkwardly on the large chair and your feet dangled on either side of his huge body. His cock inches inside you in one clean motion while his tentacle had stayed still deep in your other tight hole, holding your ass cheeks apart. He thrust in a quick snap, making you gasp for air. His cock was just what your body needed. He watched you intensely, your mouth agape and mind gone. Your body was his to use as he pleased. All of his wet limbs could have their fun, filling all the holes they could find. Two in your ass, one slipping into your mouth making you lazily suck to and another two slipping slowly into your soaked cunt beside his cock filling you more than you’d ever been before.

“Fuck, Fgmnng mnnyu…” You rambled against his long wet appendage, making the alien grin. You were so full of him and he was living for every moment.

“You gonna cum baby? Hmm? Come on, make a mess on my cock.” the snap of the creature's hips sent your body into overdrive, making you squeeze his cock, coming down fast from your high. Your cunt clenched milking him for every drop he had, as he also came inside your ass and mouth, successfully filling you in every hole. His grip loosened, and all his limbs left you, making you feel empty. His tentacles unbound themselves from your wrists and ankles, letting your aching body sit upright on the defiled captain's chair. You rubbed your wrists while catching your breath, watching all the alien's tentacles slip back into the opening in his chest before he seals shut. You clicked your tongue, leaning back.

“What have I told you about stowing away on my ship,” you said sternly in between pants, but in truth, you were to mad at him.

“Seonghwa got to lay his eggs with you just before you left and I didn’t have time to tell you about the mating season. So I thought the logical to just come with you…” He spoke rather fast, “To be fair I didn’t know how long you were going to be and I didn’t want to spend it with Mingi again…” There was nothing wrong with Mingi, in fact, he loved the Altean but he needed his mate. You sighed, knowing the journeys you take sometimes last longer than anticipated but still, he didn’t need to hide away and goop your ship engine up just to fuck you.

“Okay…But just so you know, San and Wooyoung will be here from first light to bring supplies to fix what you damaged…” you crossed your arms over your bare chest feeling the stickiness of his seed. God, you needed a shower.

“Well then, let's shower and fucks some more before they arrive I’m sure once they smell my scent on you they’ll want a parting gift before they go back to base..” like he had read your mind, he wiggled his eyebrows, picking you up so your legs would wrap around his hips.

“You’re going back with them you realize. I’m warning you.” you groaned at him, resting your head on his chest as he walked to the shower bay. He kisses the top of your head before chuckling;

“I like to see you try.”

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whosyuno · 10 months

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hotel paradise (m) | ft. jung jaehyun

summary you visit an exclusive brothel to satisfy your needs. cw smut, praise, humiliation, toy play, light choking, squirting word count 3.1k a/n i'm thinking of turning this into a smut series featuring different members of nct hehe! chap two three

It’s only when you’ve spent half the night burrowing your vibrator between your thighs and it decided to die right before you’ve reached your climax, that you decided to take up your colleague’s suggestion.

Fresh out of a break-up, you had moved to Seoul a few months back. The money here was better anyways and you wanted to forget all about your ex. All your highschool friends that had moved to Seoul always talked about how Seoul was the It-Place. Where the people were wild and parties were wilder. You thought you were finally going to find people that brought the much needed excitement and thrill you desired, particularly in your bedroom. Your ex-boyfriend, although your highschool sweetheart, wasn’t the best in bed and most of his attempts had left you feeling unsatisfied and yearning for more… fun.

Of course, nothing ever turned out the way you wanted and, now, six months into your stay in Seoul, you’ve never had anyone approach you, much less touch you. But when one of your colleagues-turned-friends caught wind of your little situation, she had casually introduced you to “just the place to get your needs sorted”.

So that’s how, at 2:38AM on a Saturday, you found yourself standing before an unassuming building, its exterior the same dark maroon bricks as the surrounding buildings with a panel of frosted glass doors facing you. The light from within shone into the street, illuminating the empty night, if not for the lingering drunkards from the parties before.

You glanced down at your phone, at an invitation message, as you took a moment to steel your resolve. You tried to push out the thoughts of doubt out of your head. In any case, if Hotel Paradise was exclusive enough to require an invitation by an existing member, then that must be a green flag, right?

You were immediately greeted by a bleach-blond haired lady when you walked through the doors. She looked neat and tidy, which calmed your anxieties about this being a sketchy brothel just a little.

“Welcome to Hotel Paradise, I’m Taeyeon, what can I do for you?” she said, with a perfected customer service smile.

You showed her your invitation message, and she made quick work in creating a membership for you in the system.

“Any requests for tonight?” she asked and gestured towards the plaques in front of you.

Your cheeks were quick to turn pink at her direct question. You glanced over at the plaques on the surface of the reception desk. Laminated behind plastic, they detailed a list of 20 boys, with photos and a short list of their strengths. Amidst your fluster, you quickly pointed at the first one that caught your attention. Jung Jaehyun, Toy Play, Praise and Humiliation.

“Okay,” she said as her freshly manicured fingers ran across her keyboard, “looks like he’s free currently. Is there anything else you’d like?”

You shook your head, mortified to share any more of your kinks with a stranger - kinks that you didn’t even share with your ex.

It took a moment before Taeyeon motioned you to go up the spiral stairs behind the counter. Second room to your left, she mentioned. You swallowed your saliva, before walking into the room.

The room was quite spacious, with egg-white paint coating the walls, a neatly made king-sized bed in the middle and a decent bathroom attached. If it wasn't for the row of sex toys placed on the table at the foot of the bed, you could have fooled anyone into thinking it was a room in any respectable hotel.

“My, my, what a lovely guest,” the man in the middle of the room came to greet you.

Immediately, you were captivated by his looks. You had picked him, for the most part, due to his photo. But looking at him in person was a whole other experience. His fluffy brown hair was carelessly tossed backwards with a few stray strands perfectly framing his face. His almond-shaped eyes were pressed into crescents and only god knew how hard you’d fall for his dazzling smile.

His hands reached over and removed the little shoulder bag that you had brought with you. And in a smooth motion, his arm slipped around your waist as he guided you to sit on the bed. It was only now, sitting in front of Jaehyun, that you’d wished you had spent just a little more time in choosing a more appropriate outfit. In a rush to satisfy your needs and to save on laundry efforts, you had put on your office wear - a neat powder blue blouse tucked into wide legged black trousers - the same one that had worn to the office on Friday.

“Busy day, huh?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your jawline.

You nodded; your cheeks flushed against his warm touch. Your attention was entirely drawn in by him and his effortless charm.

“I’ll reward you for working hard,” he said before gently kissing you.

His lips, soft and plump, pressed against yours softly, as if testing out the waters. Once, then twice. And another. When your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, his tongue skillfully parted your lips and darted into your mouth. He tasted like cool mint, and you caught a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. The intensity and fervour of the kiss only increased with each passing moment. Lust ignited a flame within you that spread across your body.

He used his body weight and pushed you down on the bed, with one knee between your legs to balance. His hand wandered around your body, caressing your breast, your waist and your butt before his fingers made quick work of your pants’ button and zipper. He slid the trousers off and, with a little kick from you, threw the pants across the room.

His lips then left yours for a moment, and it drew out a whine that you had never heard yourself make. It pleased him to hear your voice. You watched as a simple make out transformed the sweet and charming man into a lustful one. His once inviting smile morphed into a thirsty smirk, his lips were swollen, and his eyes burned with desire.

He left the bed for a moment, picking up your trousers and a small vibrator from the table before returning to you. He used the trousers as a makeshift rope to tie both your wrists to the bedpost and before dropping down between your legs.

“You look so pretty from down here,” he said as he placed the small vibrator against your clothed clit.

He moved it up and down, along your slit, taking in your moans of pleasure. He watched your every effort to push yourself closer to climax: how you’d buck your hips when the vibe hitted the right spot, how your moans got louder and less restrained and how your hands struggled against the bedpost.

“Please, please, please,” you cried out, “please let me cum- oh my god, I’m so close.”

Everything you did only pleased him further.

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” He slid the vibrator away from your clit, “Already cumming for a stranger you’ve barely met?”

Your hips bucked and adjusted, hoping to feel the vibrator again, “Please, please.”

You whined and moaned but all he did was watch. His control was immaculate, he’d place the vibrator against your clit and just as you were about to cum, he’d take it off. Then he did it again. And again.

“Say it,” he said, “Let me hear it. What are you?”

A blush of mortification coloured your cheeks, no one had ever called you a slut.

“I’m…” You struggled to get the words out.

Jaehyun punished your hesitation by pushing the vibrator against your clit again.

You whined and were reminded of the reward at the end of the sentence, “I’m a slut. I’m a slut just for you.”

Pleased with your words and your desperation, Jaehyun finally let you cum, “That’s right, cum for me, slut. You’re such a good slut for me.”

He watched as the ecstasy ebbed through your body, your hips bucking high before crashing down against the bed, your fingers digging into your palms and your lips carelessly spewing out ‘thank you’s and ‘oh my god’s.

“That felt good, right?”

You nodded, albeit a little tired from that singular orgasm. It’s not an exaggeration to say that no one had made you feel the way his touch did. Forcing you to brand yourself as a slut sparked a new thrill for yourself. Everything he did only drew you into his lust-driven heaven.

He let you rest for a brief moment, as he swapped out the small vibrator for a vibrating dildo this time.

Watching Jaehyun put the dildo in his hands, you perked up with more energy.

By now, your cotton panties had been drenched in your juices. So, Jaehyun slipped them off to reveal your pussy. It’s been awhile since you’ve shaved, it wasn’t like you had anyone to show them to. This was an impromptu decision you had made. You immediately shut your legs up together, hiding them in embarrassment.

Jaehyun responded by softly prying your legs open, “no need for shyness now, kitten.”

His words were charming and comforting, which gave you just that little boost of confidence that you had needed. You opened your legs again.

This time, a newfound hunger engulfed Jaehyun at the sight of your glistening core.

He was quick to abandon his initial plan, lowering himself between your legs before burying himself into your thighs. Like a parched lion, his tongue was quick to lap up your juices.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your core, the vibration created a new sensation and drew out a soft mewl from you.

His tongue moved skillfully, each motion methodical and purposeful. He alternated between licking up and down your wet heat and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit. Either way, your head was dizzy with arousal. Your hips grinded against his face, searching for another release. Explicit words mixed with his name and your pleas carelessly tumbled out of your lips. Try as you might, you could barely contain your voice.

You hadn’t noticed it, but in the midst of your pleasure, Jaehyun had managed to push a singular finger into your core. His initial finger worked slower than his mouth, it’s only when a second finger thrusted into you that you felt him. The new sensation added to the maddening haze.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your body stiffening in anticipation.

“Cum,” his command was firm, “cum for me, my pretty little slut.”

The release was instantaneous, arousal flooded your system and your entire body quaked with pleasure. You almost saw white with that release. Your body heaved with a singular motion, crashing down into the bed. But Jaehyun didn’t let you rest; he was quick to replace his fingers with the vibrating dildo that he had chosen previously. A gasp escaped your lips, feeling yourself stretch around the foreign object. He turned it out and began pumping it into you. He ignored your pleas, revelling in the dishevelled sight of you. Office drone turned into a moaning mess. A twisted pleasure coursed through your body, a tinge of pain from sensitivity mixed with the dildo drilling into your g-spot. You begged him to stop, he didn’t. Your body buckled under the overstimulation; you were sure you were going to die if he didn’t stop.

You caught a glimpse of his wicked smirk, taking pride in his work.

Then, you fell from the cusp of your pleasure. A stream of clear liquid squirted from between your legs and onto Jaehyun’s face. Your eyes widened when you came to it, the first time that you had ever squirted. The pink flush on your cheeks reddened with more embarrassment. But before you had the time to apologise and explain that you didn’t intend on squirting all over him, he spoke first.

“Look at you, squirting all over me,” Jaehyun said, discarding the dildo, “I barely did anything, you know.”

His velvety voice sent shivers down your spine. Your humiliation grew under the weight of his words, and the truth of the situation. He was a stranger that you’ve barely met, and here you were cumming so easily at his every touch. His eyes, filled with great desire, burned into yours, and that thrill you felt under his gaze only further cemented the truth. You were acting like a complete slut for him.

You watched as he removed his jeans, then boxers. The sight of his member had your mouth salivating over it. You didn’t know you were such a slut. You could feel the growing heat between your legs as your mind conjured up images of his dick drilling into you. A foreign desire to just let him devour you arose. A strange impatience took over your mind whilst watching him slip on a condom.

“Why?” he crawled back on the bed, hovering over your body, “Like what you see?”

He didn’t wait for your reply, instead choosing to immediately thrust into you. A loud gasp escaped your throat. He felt bigger than you’d imagined. You were sure that he would split your body in half if he was any bigger and was grateful that he gave you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. He adjusted himself, with one hand holding on to the bedframe for balance, and the other rested around your neck.

“Stop giving me such erotic looks, whore,” a twisted grin spread across his handsome face, “it only makes me want to mess you up even more.”

His hips moved with practiced ease, each thrust deep and impactful and drew out loud gasps from you. He started rocking his hips quicker and sloppier, his hand tightening along the sides of your neck. You’ve never been choked before, but that new stimulation drove you crazy. The slight almost-drunk dizziness from the asphyxiation only intensified every one of Jaehyun’s thrust.

“Oh?” he panted out with amusement, “You like getting choked, don’t you?”

He watched as your eyes rolled back and how your face scrunched with pleasure under his touch. The constant stream of melody that was your voice devolved from words and pleas into incoherent mewls and moans.

“You’re squeezing me so tight. Expected nothing less from my favourite slut.”

His hips moved with increasing impatience, as the both of you chased the highs of an orgasm. His grip on your neck only tightened, drawing small crescents into your skin. He grunted and groaned with less of the control he seemed to have.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he said and you doubted, with what little sanity remained within you.

Your hair was completely messed up, from your constant squirming. The baby hair along your hairline had been stuck on your face with your sweat. You’re pretty certain your make-up - just a touch of eyeliner and nude lipstick - had all been smudged by sweat and tears. If anything, you’re sure you looked like a messed-up whore.

Still, Jaehyun leaned down and connected your lips with fervour. His warm tongue darted quickly between your lips and danced with yours, sucking and twirling your tongue. His thrusts didn’t slow down, and instead continuously rammed into your sweet little spot.

At this moment, you were completely intoxicated by his touches. He studied you well though, knowing that you were on the edge of your orgasm.

“Aw, are you about to cum?” he said with mocking sympathy, “You’re gonna cum on a stranger’s dick?”

You felt your ears turn red at his questions. The shame and guilt all twisting into a strange pleasure. You weren’t used to this, but you craved it more.

“I’ll allow it,” he said, “you look so pretty cumming. Cum for me, slut.”

There’s a disconnect between his words, a sort-of whiplash. One moment he called you pretty, another he was completely condescending. And yet, you liked it. You liked being his little slut. You liked looking pretty for him. And most of all, you liked obeying him.

That desire to obey, however, fell short of Jaehyun’s expectations. A twisted anger filling his eyes as his hand punished your neck with an even tighter grip - you were barely gasping for air at this point.

“I said, cum for me,” he growled before spitting in your face.

The warm spit against your cheek swirled with the hypnotising haze of being choked and gave you the push you need to slip into a mindblowing orgasm. Your entire body spasmed in pleasure as desperate moans left your lips. Your toes curled tight, and your fingers scratched the bedpost. The orgasm lasted a solid a few seconds, but the waves of oxytocin still washed over you as you basked in the afterglow, serving as minor orgasms.

But Jaehyun wasn’t a man of patience, especially not when you laid under him, completely writhing with pleasure with a look of complete daze. Your still-spasming core squeezed his dick tight and coupled with a few sloppy thrusts were enough to send him into an orgasm as well.

He moaned and stiffened, his orgasm translated into deep and impactful thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. Your body was at a complete subservience to his orgasm, with Jaehyun not caring about your verbal protests from the overstimulation nor the way your hips and legs were shaking.

It took him a few moments, before he came crashing down on the bed next to you panting. The lust-driven demon seemed to disappear at an instance as a sweet smile replaced his previous smirk.

“Satisfied?”

You nodded shyly. He helped you out of the makeshift knot, finally freeing you. Your wrists were left with red marks, to which he apologised with a dimpled smile.

“It’s fine,” you assured him, “I… liked it.”

After all, your wrists would be evidence of this experience.

Later on, he was quick to attend to your every need - bringing you water, tissues to clean up, and a fresh set of bathrobes - and insisted that you sleep in the room, at least until the sun was up, promising to not touch you unless you wanted him to. You almost let yourself be deluded into thinking that this was anything but professionalism from a staff of Hotel Paradise.

In the morning, before you left for home, Jaehyun parted with words that would haunt you for the week to come.

“I hope to see you again. I really do.”

#jaehyun smut #jaehyun #nct smut #nct #mine

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mango-bango-bby · 11 months

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Hi! Is it okay if I request platonic Yandere LOV with Dabi’s sister? Like they fight over who gets to babysit her while Dabi run errands? Thank you! I love your content!

♡ Babysitter ♡

(A/N: I genuinely love platonic LOV so much!! I’ve been getting so many platonic bnha request’s lately and I love it so much!! It’s the best for comfort 💞)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, children, the league fighting over reader, reader cries

Summary: Dabi has to leave for an errand, so the league has to babysit you (Yan!platonic!brother!Dabi x GN!child!reader + Platonic!LOV x GN!child!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Dabi did his best to take care of you. He did the best he could with his lifestyle. You stayed in the leagues hideout most of the time, almost never going out. You were still pretty young and stayed away from the outside, as your brother advised you to.

He actually trusted most of the league around you, some of the villains that would visit weren’t as trusted then he would keep you locked up in your room. He knew the ones he trusted though, he knew they wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’m going out” Dabi says, placing you down on the couch. “You’re in charge, watch Y/n” He says, leaving the underground bar. He had noticed that your roots were starting to grow back in. Although not healthy for your hair, he couldn’t risk your identity being even some what findable through your fiery red hair that you got from your father. So he needed to go get more hair dye.

All of the villains in the room look at you as you sit with your toys in your lap. You just play with your small lego’s, not even noticing that your brother had left. The only problem was that no one knew who exactly he was talking to.

“Hehe, c’mon Y/n, let’s go paint your nails” Himiko giggles going to pick you up, only to be interrupted by Spinner. “Don’t leave, I’m supposed to be watching them” He whines, watching Himiko hold you. She only blinks at him.

“No, I’m watching them! I’m they’re favorite! Y/n loves spending time with their auntie Himiko! Isn’t that right, cutie?” She says, blowing a raspberry on your stomach before putting you back down on the couch to play with your toys.

“He left me in charge” Tomura mumbles, his eyes focused on his game on the TV. “What? Why would you be in charge?” Spinner asks, Tomura rolling his eyes. “Because I’m the leader” He says as if it were obvious.

Kurogiri sighs from behind the bar while cleaning glasses. “You all are so immature, that’s why he left me to watch them” He says, earning huffs from around the room. But they’re cut off by a small knock on a door.

“Dabi?” you say, knocking on his door. None of them were watching, you had left to the hallway. “Dabi” you say walking into the room, looking everywhere, even under the bed as if he could fit under there. “Where’s Dabi?” you whine, walking back into the lounge area, still looking for him. You were still very young but you could speak with very small sentences.

“He’s not here” Tomura states, not even thinking before saying it. “No-“ You whine, balling up your fist as tears start welling up in your eyes. “No, no, please don’t cry” Spinner panics, Himiko also trying to comfort you but it only makes you cry more.

“I want Dabi!” You cry, Dabi facepalming as he walks through the door with a box of hair dye in his hand. He walks by swooping you up into his arms.

“Can’t even leave you alone with them for five minutes” He huffs, carrying you off to your room as your crying calms now that he’s here.

This only causes another fight, they never did find out exactly who he was talking to.

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#yandere bnha x reader #platonic yandere #platonic yandere dabi #platonic yandere league of villains #yandere lov #platonic yandere lov #platonic yandere bnha

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marilynthornhilllover · 5 months

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Kinkmas idea!!

Alcina wrapping you up (tying you up, really 😏) like a gift and edging you with her fingers, mouth, maybe even a few toys before giving you the most mind-blowing orgasm and making you cum over and over again to the point of overstimulation hehe

Kinkmas fanfic: #2

Under the Christmas tree

Alcina x fem!reader

Warning: smut!, fingering, cunniligus, , vibrator, overstiumlation, rough sex, oragam denial, praise kink, possessiveness, degradation kink, choking, pussy slaps, so much more.

A/n: I didn't write this my freaky side did💀😏anyway hope you enjoy!!!

It was ridiculous what you were doing. It was Christmas morning and you made sure to get up way earlier than Alcina. There were lots of things to do and she wanted to get up early so that she could wrap the girl's gifts and get Christmas dinner ready, since after all she gave the staff their full two-week holiday vacation. You got up and got dressed in a see-through lace lingerie and a silk see-through robe to cover up.

You were careful not to wake Alcina with any sudden move movement as you tip-toed down the old staircase and into the huge living room. You grabbed the essential things you needed for your mission and you began to work. After getting all wrapped up you sat on your knees and tried your best to be comfortable in the position and suit as you waited for your time to shine.

Alcina soon woke up from the adrenalin of your heart beat and the sound of blood rushing through your vain rapidly. At first she just thought you were having a nightmare but when she heard your heart beat pick up she immediately got up and threw on her robe. She made her way into the bathroom to check on you before quickly realizing you weren't there. At this she took on full protective armor.

She unhinged her claws and made her way downstairs. She was standing on business. She was scared to see what you were doing or rather if someone had you captive. She stopped dead in her tracks with a confused look painted on her face. Under the Christmas tree was you, wrapped up properly in beautiful Christmas wrapping paper.

" draga what on earth are you doing" she moved quickly towards you, kneeling in front of you to make sure you were ok.

" I wanted to you open up a early Christmas present mommy" you spoke seductively batting your eye lashes in a needy manner. If you didn't know any better it was safe to say that she was utterly confused about the situation but you did know better and trust.... she had the clearest idea of what was going on.

When she didn't respond you spoke up again, moving your move like a worm to get closer to her, trying not to fall since your knees were aching from being the the position of being pressed to the floor for quite some time and your body was wrapped tightly in wrapping paper.

" don't you wanna open up your gift and play with it mommy.... I'm yours.... use me..." you husked looking up at her through lidded lashes while biting your bottom lip before releasing it with a teasing moan. You knew darn well what you were doing and putting yourself into, but when she looked at you like that, dark eyes, pupils blown out completely leaving a thin line of yellow and the look she always gave you before sending you into oblivion, you didn't give two shots about the out come. You needed her.

With her long claws she shredded the paper from your body. Her eyes lingered on your perfect breasts that were pushed up from the lingerie and threatening to spill out, your perfect curves that the lingerie outlined perfectly. She made eye contact with you again and her gaze set you on fire. You ignited something in her that will surely have her going for the entire night. Now you knew you were in for something big.

" upstairs now. Make sure your on the bed and opened by the time I step foot into that room or else you won't like the punishment that will await you my dear" the way she spoke sent shivers up your spine. A low pitch, it was almost like a whisper, it was so raspy that you almost didn't catch what she said entirely.

" did I stutter?" She asked tilting her head to the side while studying your facial expression. You gulped shook your head.

" don't go all shy on me now draga. A while ago you were so mouthy and had so much to say. You better use your words because you'll have too when we get to the bedroom" she spoke.

" Yes mommy" you quickly made your way upstairs and back to your shared bedroom, you tried your best to hide the growing smirk on your face as you glanced back at alcina just before you entered the room. You got onto the bed and spread open your legs. You waited patiently for alcinas arrival. She came through the door and closed it behind her.

She didn't even bother to spare you a look, not even to make sure that you had obeyed her properly. Well you had too or else you'd have to face her wrath. The one where she showed no mercy what so ever.

She went into her closet before taking quite some time. You heard some drawers open and close and some shuffling in boxes before a faint soft chuckle then complete silence. A eerie dangerous spine shivering silence. The silence her victims hear before she slices them to ribbons.

She emerged from the bathroom wearing a see through red stain robe, it was tight around her body showing off her perfect curves, it was short exposing her thick pale creamy thighs and of course her cleavage that was clearly on full display for obvious reasons. In her hand she held a button car shaped vibrator.

" since my little toy wanted to act all boastful we'll see how well she can handle how mommy plays with her pussy" she whispered, mostly to herself as she crawled her way up onto the bed. She moved her hair to the side of her neck as she gently spread open your legs wider. You anticipated what she was about to do next as you squirmed against her cold hands on your inner thighs. She was just laying there staring at your clothed cunt like it was gold or diamonds. It probably was, in her universe.

" stop moving before I get the spread bar" she snarled darkly as her eyes flicked up to yours, her gaze was very intense and fierce. You softly whined as she proceeded to pull your panties to the side. You shivered as she digged her nails into the flesh of your thighs before licking your slick. You moaned and slightly gripped the bed sheets as she pulled back and chuckled darkly. She continued to softly kiss and lick your slit as she made her way up to your clit.

You moaned as she gently pulled your clit with her teeth as your hands flew to her raven hair. She moaned as you gently strached her scalp with your nails. She began to suck brutally at your clit making your back arch as you pulled her hair harder. She groaned as she felt more of your arousal rush into her mouth. You let out a pornographic moan as she shoved two fingers into your soaked cunt without warning.

She looked up at the sight of you and smirked. Your eyebrows were fused together as your mouth was Slightly agape, your pretty nipples perked up as your chest rised and fell as you whimpered and whined. She took the opportunity of your fuzzy state and decided to attach the vibrator to your clit. She pulled back leaving a string of saliva from her mouth to your pussy. Your arched back fell as your eyes rolled back when she turned on the toy to a low but a soft wave vibration setting.

At the exact same time she began thrusting her fingers in you at a rapid pace. You felt as if you were about to lose consciousness. And that only happens when your brain becomes so fuzzy just before alcina sends you straight into oblivion.

" you fuck mommy! O-oh God shit" you moaned loudly as your eyes snapped open to meet her gaze. Her eyes were completely filled with lust and to be truth, it turned you on even more. You held on to the sheets for dear life and alcina pushed her fingers pass knuckle length in you curling them at the right spot making your eyes roll back.

" aw is my baby gonna cum already? So desperate for mommy to fuck you that you can't even hold off your oragsm for 5 minutes. So a desperate little slut you are, you just needed this pussy fucked huh?" The way she stretched her words in a purred her made you clench around her fingers as your hips bucked up off the bed slightly. You threw back your head against the pillows as the speed for the vibrator went up.

You started rocking your hips in a desperate manner as alcina began to fuck you with her fingers harder.

" FUCKKKK!" You let out the most pornographic moan ever as alcina began pumping her fingers against your g-spot as her long slender fingers massage your spongy walls. Your eyes rolled completely back to the point where you were positive you were probably seeing complete white.

" there she is.... good girl draga mea" you swore you could just cum from the way she talked to you. Your cunt tightened around her fingers as she kept hitting that sweet spot that made you go feral. Just as you were about to cum alcina pulled out her fingers and quickly turned off the vibrator - completely removing it rather. You whined and writ closer to her but she moved away. You were completely soaked and aching - not to mention needy as fuck ever since you started this ' early gift opening thing'.

Alcina slapped your clit harshly making you jolt and cry out in pain as the stinging you felt spread all through your cunt. Again it turned you on.

" you don't get to have your way my love, remember you said to use you and that your mine?" She sat up and smirked at your disheveled and disorntedisoriented.

" Come on, all fours and ass up in the air now" she purred, you got into position as she ran back into the bathroom for something. She emerged from the bathroom and you glanced back just in time to see her black strap with glitter attached to her waist. She pushed down your body on the bed, placing a pillow under your waist line while pressing on your lower back to get a perfect and deep arch. She held onto your hips firmly before bottoming out her entire length into you.

You sighed in pleasure as you presses your face into the pillows. Alcina grabbed your hips and retracted herself before she pounds herself back into you. You cried out in both pain and pleasure from the sensation. She knew damn well what she was doing. You felt so achy and needy not to mention so damn full of her huge cock that was buried deep within your gummy walls of heaven. She started off with a slow pace before it quickly got cruel.

The way she was pounding into your pussy was fascinating. She had so much will power it was unbelievable. The room was soon filled with noises such as skin slapping from when her hips hit you pervix so deliciously good making your toes curl.

" good fucking girl! Look at you taking mommy's cock like the pretty girl you are" she purred as she grabbed your arms and pinned them behind your back going even deeper.

" M-mhmg so fucking good g-GOD ALCINA!" You screamed as she dragged the faux cock against your g-spot in a brutal way. You clenched down on it making it hard for her to move. It was a primal move but you had to do it so you had to do it if you didn't wanna be teased about it later on.

" Your holding off your oragam aren't you little one?" She asked in a sultry and dark tone. You whined as choked you from behind bringing your back against her chest as she fucked you like an animal.

" you love when mommy treats you like the slut you are huh? Whoring out yourself like that" she scoffed.

" I mean how desperate could you and that little pussy be? Mhmh" she snaked her hand down and around in front of you to play with you puffy clit that was denied an oragsm earlier. Your eyes rolled back as you clenched down on her cock so hard it made it worst.

" there she is. I know you want to, my love. Just look at how your greedy cunt is trying to keep my cock in you huh? Come on cum for me" she whispered in your ear as she quickend her pace on your clit. You swore you were pushed into outer heaven because from that you saw complete white. You cumed on alcinas dick as you could hear her soft purrs and groans and whispers of sweet nothings. She pushed you down on the bed and slowly pulled out of you.

She grinned like a naturally evil witch as she saw all you juices oozing out of you slowly. She looked at it like a art work she had just created. The mess she just created. She rubbed your ass before spanking it roughly. You jolted as you groaned. You were so sore and spent. You were definitely not cooking Christmas dinner.

Alcina spanked you multiple times until she saw her hand print on your pale white cheeks. She grabbed them and spread them apart as she continued to watch what she created. It was a never ending flow.

She flipped you over and looked at you burned out face. Clearly you hadn't come down from you high yet and was mostly still sensitive. She caressed your shaking legs that were prone to be wobbly if you tried to walk. Matter fact she hope you can walk, because after that fucking you were probably going to be feeling her for days on end.

" sweet girl, mommy's not done using you yet" she whispered as she gently attached the vibrator to your clit again. You were so unaware of what was going on, it's safe to say you were in dream land.

She pushed your legs up above your head and turned on the vibrator to the highest setting. You jolted from your wonder land and immediately let out a moan as your eyes rolled back.

" alcina! P-please no more I'm too s-sensitive" your cry fell on a deaf ear as alcina began eating you out like a monster with her very long and skilled tongue as she vibrator worked against your clit. You thighs shaked as they threatened to close around her head but she held them open wider with a strong grip. You cried out loudly. You were positive you had awoken every species that was sleeping.

Your hands flew to alcinas hair to try to remove her or the vibrator but you were far too weak. Alcina continued to clean you, slightly getting drunk in your taste and smell that she forgot that you were far to overstiumlated. She looked up at you, and winked. She removed the vibrator and attached your clit. Your back arched as you collapsed on the bed. You just gaved into the feeling of both pleasure and pain.

Alcina sighed against you sending small shock waves through your body. At this point, you looked possessed. Eyes rolled back, back arched, mouth open, sweating like crazy. Alcina shoved three fingers into you and that was it. You cumed on her fingers and all over her face. She lapped you up once more and then she pulled away from you clit with a pop. She kissed your clit softly before removing her fingers. Licking them off he left kisses all over your body as she snaked her way up to your face.

She admired your state.

" Well then..... let's get you cleaned up shall we" she asked grinning. You didn't even have any energy left to speak, move or think. She picked you up and took you to the bathroom. All you could feel was your throbbing pussy and rhe sound of the water running.

She kissed your forehead and whispered in your ear.

" next time I won't show mercy".

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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the ballerina reader amd tattooist ellie is scrumptious 😩 while i do want to see ellie test out reader's flexibility, i kind of need to see ballerina reader be the dominant one based on what she said last time 😳

hi baby :D we’re having a scheduled power outage today so i’m prob gonna spend the whole day writing the next outline for the new sotp part hehe!! but i didn’t wanna leave yall hanging so heres somthing quickk everybody clap for my mania and insomnia!!! woooo!

wc;cw: 750 oooweee, MDNI, reader turning ellie out someone stop her😳, choking, dirty talk, mult. orgasms, slight exhibitionism🤭

nooooooo because…… ballerina!oc is genuinely such a sweetheart and every1 that you ever came in contact w has immediately fallen in love w you.

but no one would’ve ever expected the academy’s princess to have the intimidating, quiet tattooist with her head dangling off the side of her cozy, pink and white striped sheets with her pretty, green eyes(that’d been tinted red due to you both emptying the bud-filled baggie earlier), rolled all the way back and one of her legs being held down by your strong ones. *melts*

you had already made the flushed, freckled girl cum on your face twice in a fucking row(even though she made an attempt to run after her first big one, you pulled her back down— manicured nails dug into her thighs—with a mean i’m not fuckin’ done, stop moving), tongue shoved as far as it could go into one of the prettiest fucking cunts you’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.

so when you used all your strength to lay her nearly slumped body onto your plush mattress, hand around her throat as you moved down her still-trembling body—not before kissing both her nipples because you’re such a sweetie— and before you could suck her swollen clit back in your mouth, she grabbed your wrist tight with a shaky baby, baby i cant take it, fuck!

“you okay? want me to stop?” you’d checked in sweetly, and she could’ve cum again from the concerned expression on your face when she picked her head up to meet your(just as red) eyes.

“no, ‘m so fuckin’ good, just sensitive,” she’d replied hazily before both sides of her mouth rose in a dazed grin, “you’re crazy, holy fuck.”

you’d let out a cute giggle before releasing her throat and moving up to straddle her, bringing your face down to plant a gentle kiss to her lips.

you pulled away, but she quickly followed your mouth with a rise of her head.

you were quicker though, you little fox! you moved your head back so she would be forced to chase your mouth before you teasingly licked her bottom lip only to pull away swiftly after.

and now here y’all were. her head hanging off the bed with your tight grip around her neck. you’re straddling her waist with your arm behind your back, middle and ring finger shoved deep inside her soft, slippery walls and punching that fucking spot unrelentingly. she could feel her juices slide down to her ass and onto your fresh linen. your thigh was pressing her leg up so she couldn’t wiggle away from your harsh fucking and holy fuck you were gonna make her scream—

she couldn’t think as she gripped your wrist that was gripping her throat with her tatted hand, whining out a baby, fuck, can’t take it like that! before you harshly whispered out a yeah you can, be quiet. you were slutting her the fuck out out and she couldn’t stop you!

“‘m gonna make noise, i cant—fuckfuckfuck,” the volume of her whines increased as she rode the fuck out of that edge and she swore her fucking brain started melting—

“yeah, baby? yeah? gonna give me a big one?”

“yesyesyesyes— ‘s gonna be so—good, fuuuuck me!”

you quickly released your grip on her neck and shoved your painted fingers in her mouth, which she sloppily sucked on with a delighted hum, and before she could even comprehend what was happening, she caught a glimpse of your small pile of your dead, copper pointe shoes in the corner of your room and her soul left her fucking body.

she let out a scream that shook the fingers in her mouth as her pussy squeezed and squelched around your fingers as you silently prayed to god that your roommate took her sleeping medication because you couldn’t stop the noises from leaving her mouth even if you tried.

“doing so good baby, want all of it, that’s it,” you huskily talked her through it and you could hardly move your fingers due to how hard she was gripping them with her cunt.

she slowly came back down to earth and opened her eyes to meet your gentle, encouraging eyes and she was so close to slipping up and saying she was in love with you—

but you, being the fucking deviant you are, pulled your fingers out to rub her juices on your own clit with a small whine, biting your lip and her core squeezed so fucking hard and you were going to fucking kill her holy fuck—

marrymemarrymarryme— was the only thing plaguing your mind.

#ballerina!reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams x you #black!oc #black!reader #lesbian #the last of us #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #nonnies ✄┈┈ ˚#tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ #works 𖧧࣪

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wooahaes · 7 months

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the aftermath of trick-or-treating

pairing: non-idol!jeonghan x gn!reader

genre: fluff. single dad!jeonghan au.

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: candy mention. slightly suggestive comments from jeonghan that lead nowhere (he's just here to tease a little hehe). single dad jeonghan (bc hes. cute :( <3)

daisy's notes: @twogyuu hi holly

The sound of tiny feet running around your home was enough to tell you that Jeonghan had finished trick-or-treating with his daughter. And if that hadn’t been enough to clue you in, the weight of your soon-to-be step-daughter throwing herself into your lap definitely was.

Jeonghan had chuckled to himself as he made his way inside, carrying that neon orange plastic pumpkin in one hand and his daugther’s coat in the other, a bag hanging off of his shoulder. “Ha-eun,” he called out, “be careful with the pumpkin hat.”

(You didn’t fail to notice that Jeonghan donned a pair of kitty ears—Ha-eun could get her way with puppy dog eyes any day.)

She merely let out a giggle, hugging you tight, her squishy pumpkin costume folding around her. She’d peeked up to your TV, noticing the frozen still on the screen. “What are you watching?”

“Nothing, baby,” you pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Scary things for adults. Can I see your pretty costume?”

With a gasp, she began to beam at the idea of showing off the costume Jeonghan had bought her. She hopped up, slowly turning around to show off the soft orange dress with little details to make it obvious it was a pumpkin—lines down it and leaves around the neckline. Jeonghan had painted her face to look like a jack-o-lantern, too. Jeonghan had told you that she picked it out herself after a long bout of deliberation at the store. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to be a princess, a pumpkin, or a skeleton this year. He’d tried to suggest that she could be all three if she went to Uncle Cheollie and gave him her puppy dog eyes, but she’d merely giggled and decided she would be a pumpkin because she’s always a princess (as told to her by Uncle Shua).

“How cute,” you mused aloud, smiling to yourself. Jeonghan had made his way over, settling into the spot next to you.

He called out to her, picking up the tiny backpack that clearly belonged to her, “Why don’t you get changed? I’ll come help you wash off the paint and we can watch Halloween movies together.”

Ha-eun was strikingly mature for her age, and agreed easily due to the promise of movies (and snacks—she knew snacks would always be included in that promise). She ran off to get changed in your bedroom, the door shutting a moment later, and Jeonghan immediately turned to steal a kiss from you.

“I nearly took her to Joshua’s for tonight,” he mumbled. “I’ll just have to give you your treat later—”

Only for you to laugh, smacking at his arm. The two of you had agreed on this weeks ago: there was no way he was going to change his mind and deny Ha-eun of her movie night with her second favorite person in the world (... don’t tell Cheol or Shua that, though, Jeonghan had told you immediately after he spilled that little bit of information to you. Or Seungkwan, for that matter.), especially after you already made snacks. Jeonghan pulled away after pressing a second peck against your lips, pulling out a piece of candy from his pocket and pressing it into your hand.

“Ha-eun doesn’t like this kind,” he said, winking at you. “I stole it from the bucket when she wasn’t looking.”

She’d never know it was missing either way, but you liked the way Jeonghan smiled at you like he was getting away with something. He got up to put the popcorn in the microwave, fetching the snacks you had made as you jot down the timestamp in the horror movie you’d been watching before changing it to something more family-friendly. Maybe you would forego the timestamp entirely and watch the movie with Jeonghan after you put Ha-eun to bed for the night. You heard the sound of his daughter coming back out of your room, calling out to her dad that she was ready to wash the facepaint off. All too soon, she had settled between the two of you again for movies.

And just as soon, she’d fallen asleep on top of you, exhausted from the exciting day. Jeonghan merely took the opportunity to lean over, smiling into the kiss he stole from you, all with the taste of candy on your lips.

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lxdymoon0357 · 10 months

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The three main male characters of Novel Miss Not Sidekick and yandere who are love enemies? *I forgot their names- hehe* If it's too much, you can change the request however you want!

(god fucking job!!! My first request for my favorite manhwa!!! I love this!)

Yandere! Male leads X Reader HCs

Rondemio De Helone

♕You were probably Ibelin’s friend and you both were students in the empire, you both were invited to the crown prince’s ball, but Ibelin being herself didn’t wanted to participate, but instead read a fucking book….Like who reads a book at a banquet or ball?!

♕But, due to this she caught the crown prince’s eye as he walked towards you; you immediately recognized him and bowed, because you decided to educate yourself about this place, and knew about the nobles and royals here, as your dear friend didn’t even glance his way….She was always like this towards everyone, including you, she never really showed any affection or anything a friend would, but you were used to this…….

♕But, there was a certain someone whom you both got a bit attached to, your dear friend latte, who was certainly the funniest person you ever met. You learnt that when you three were at Ibelin’s place, when the prince was there and she referred to a rabbit as a beast trying to attack you, this was the first time the prince actually acknowledged you both, which was noted considering Ibelin always caught the attention of everyone she met, making the person often forget other people standing with her.

♕He stared at you for some time and after you waving your hand in front of his face, making him come out of a trance, he immediately smiled warmly at you before apologizing to you three with a blush on his face before you three took your leave.

♕When Ibelin catches on the fact that he’s fallen out of love for her and developed an obsession of you, she’s gonna confront you about it and that’s when she starts to insult you and slapped you, before the crown prince (who was visiting you) got to the situation, he escorted her out and put her in a dungeon before torturing her over a matter of time before killing her.

♕Okay, let’s do a time skip to when he kidnaps you, because otherwise it’s just how he met you scenario……. He kidnapped you due to the friendship you formed with his sister, Lady Rosealia, she invited you to have tea with her and her brother, she left for a minute when you finished your tea for a few minutes, giving the drug in your tea the perfect amount of time to work and make your faint, then he asks his most loyal guards to take you to a room prepared just for you, where no one else is allowed.

♕After his kidnapping, he would show you so much affection, it feels like you both are married, not to worry he made the rumor that you ended up going back to your continent because you had fallen in love with someone and decided to marry them. Nobody is gonna find you….

♕ He keeps you in a soundproof room, so nobody can hear you scream or shout nor the banging on the door because your shackled to you the bed, it lets you roam around the room but not to the door and balcony which is sealed tight

♕ Rondemio bring many gifts and writes many love letters to remind you of him, when’s not there, he’s left you so many books, mostly Latte’s many bimors and sometimes Rosealia comes to visits you because well her brother allows you, she is also partly a yandere and thinks it’s for the better of you to stay at the palace..

♕ You and Rosealia often paint pictures while looking out the balcony and talk about random things, Rosealia tells you all about things around outside and gossips with you all the time. And most of the time, Rosealia makes you listen to her ideas for bimors, she tells you all the troupe of a cheesy Dom and tsundere sub and intimidating sub and sunshine Dom and whatever stirs up in her mind

♕ You and Rosealia have matching friendship necklaces, hairbands, rings, bracelets, anklets and so much more, because well Rosealia is a clingy friend and her brother is quite happy you get along with her, you have many matching jewellery.

♕ Dating Rondemio is also partly dating Rosealia, because ain’t no way does she leaves her brother’s S/Os alone, she becomes very close friends with them, and if she doesn’t approve of them, Rondemio drops them, well, in this case if she doesn’t approve of you, you both won’t see each-other again, let me tell you, she’s an entertaining person..

♕ She tells you cheesy stories, brings you games, books, fruits, sweets, teas, cakes, snacks, and so much more, she had matching outfits with you as well, one outfit matching her aesthetic and one matching your aesthetic, it looks adorable, but sometimes it’s too much and it feels like you were kidnapped by her instead of Rondemio.

♕ Rondemio doesn’t punish you badly, maybe starving you, or leaving you in a dark locked room for days or maybe killing one of your friends, mostly that, he isn’t too much of a yandere, very devoted and care-free, nothing too extreme.

♕ Rondemio honestly kills every man who you look at or who look at you, or anyone in fact, he will kill them, he praises you so much, basically worshipping you and that stuff, but nothing too extreme, he brings you gifts, whether they be large diamonds or tiny flowers!

Kenneth Esbande

✠ Kenneth’s love story starts because you were a friend of Latte and you both annoyed the shit out of him and until he starts falling out of love with Ibelin.

✠ He became a close friend even though you were social distancing with each-other. You were annoying to him, but still very close to him, you would often help him train his sword-fighting when he realized his feelings for you one day, when you fell and he caught and you both fell over with him laying over you, when he didn’t feel chill upon touching you.

✠ He would be able to touch Ibelin, but that reduced slowly-slowly, when he started gaining feelings for you, he wouldn’t be able to touch her without feeling disgusted and violated and feeling as though spiders were crawling over him.

✠ Slowly he didn’t realize how strong his feelings got, until he saw you walking around with Ibelin, when she caught his eye and she excitedly waved at him only for her to be ignored because you walked over and greeted him sweetly with a pretty smile.

✠ Ibelin tried to insult you and she died….:P sad for her, but anyways she was mad because he was meant to be hers and she liked his attention and you were taking away the attention from her even though she wasn’t gonna choose him, it was very annoying….Kenneth stabbed her multiple times and she died…

✠ Kenneth visited Latte the next day for advice, because well though he was bearing her, he couldn’t deny that she didn’t give good advice, she helped him understand his feelings better but he didn’t tell her about the things he stole from your bedroom and how he stalks you or has someone do that nearly every day…

✠ Kenneth also saw you with Latte and he honestly did hunt a huuuuuge animal for you, probably the largest one and confessed then and there and you became the lady/lord/grace of the hunt.

✠ Kenneth really often puts gifts in your room as he stalks you and puts his name as “Secret Admirer” you know the usual and his gifts though they may seem nice at first glance take a dark turn in a matter of seconds, like a knife but with a handle which is filled with the blood of you latest suitor who went missing or maybe a beating box which is beating because of a literal heart…..

✠ Once Latte puts in the law of stopping all those advances to Kenneth, he will finally confess, does not matter if you’d reject him or accept him as either way you’ll be kidnapped by him the next day and kept in a room for a few weeks which is supplied with food and water every few hours or whenever you ask for it.

✠ Kenneth for somebody who pretends to hate being teased I mean, he’d never find it endearing, unless it’s you whose teasing him and annoying him, you can poke his cheeks, pinch him, pull his hair and bite his shoulders as a form of love language, he will always find it loving and endearing and what not

✠ Kenneth would love to do your hair and he WILL do it, because you’re gonna be restrained and what are you gonna do, fight back, when you don’t have hands? I mean they’re tied but you can’t feel your hands so you’re basically decapitated and can’t use your hands.

✠ Definitely makes the maid clean around and talk around with you, you enjoy it and so you end up helping them most of the times and he feel like he’s married to you as he helps you and the maids clean around the place and then he gives higher pay to the maids for continuing this thing you help them and he gets to not only keep an eye on you but also feel like a husband to you.

✠ Kenneth despite being the youngest duke of the entire empire, is very lonely because no person actually becomes friends with him for the sake of friendship, people earn many social benefits from being close to him and so when you and Latte come into his life, you weren’t afraid to tell what you both thought and that is what drew him closer to you. He is afraid you will leave him and he will be lonely again…

✠ Kenneth very much makes sure that everything is to your liking, dresses, tea, biscuits, flowers, rain, lights, temperature of the atmosphere, the book ending, bed, blanket, the amount of rice in your plate, the crystals of salt put into the food, and what not, he’s there to fix everything in case anything wrong happens.

✠ He brings you so many gifts, it’s tiring keep a tack of them and he also goes to Latte for advice on you, does not matter what she says, he will not let you go and he will surely do not reveal how he keeps you chained up, but he will ask how he should get gifts to his lover who is upset with him

Arwin Hebrim

☠ Arwin Hebrim, he is such a sweet asshole, kills everyone he can but yeah, anyways he saw you with Latte, and yeah he found you interesting when you tried beating him up for annoying you cause you didn’t give a shit about being alive and you decided Arwin should be taught that the world doesn’t revolve around him (it does, it probably does….)

☠ Yeah, he ended up falling for you and became possessive and obsessive because he knew how hard the world is and so he slowly gives you gifts of appreciation but they all are for stalking and watching you throughout the day, he is just worried for his spouse that’s all, it is bad for him to not be worried for the one he loves the most?? :<

☠ Arwin actually gifted you a doll similar to Latte, but yours had cameras in it and it showed him what you were doing every day, anywhere, all the time, does not matter! He is watching you as your stalker, and when he knows you’re deep asleep, he will come, maybe put you under a spell of deep sleep for some time while he cuddles, kisses, squeezes you or strokes your hair, he does not care, I mean what are people gonna do? Arrest him? Kill him? Banish him?? He can kill, end and remake the whole universe, because of how strong he is….

☠ Arwin when he kidnapped you, to say is kind of a sweetheart, the only person he allows himself to be vulnerable to is you, he would do anything, praises you and buys you treats and this scares the shit out of you more than when he is being angry…..Because who the fuck has taken over his BODY?! THE FUCK?! It’s fine though, he gets you your favourite desserts and snacks and fried foods!!!!

☠ He also loves to leaves hickeys on your thighs while you sleep your ass off, don’t ask why….He will blame it on the bedbugs, but red-purple hickeys some in the shape of a cat’s paw are littered on your back, neck, thighs MOST IMPORTANTLY, and chest….he does it because he finds your skin to be plushy and pudgy…

☠ Oh and the moment someone takes your attention, they don’t exist anymore, depends on how much you talk about them, you talk amazingly about them, they die a horrible death, you talk how they hurt you, they die a horrible death, you talk shit about them cause they’re annoying, they die normally, you like them as a friend, they die normally, you don’t know them, they die normally, people are gonna die anyways, so don’t mention them….JUST DON’T!

☠ Oh, Arwin would buy you literally whatever you desire, the moon, another galaxy, someone’s black coloured heart, seven eyes balls, or anything you want, he is ready to get it for you!! Arwin is a very gift giving type of yandere, I mean all my yandere are, ngl…

☠ He will make you watch him practice spells and you’re the mistress/master of the Arcane tower as well, so you’re under the eye of everybody, everybody knows about you and they’ve been told not to help you….not like anybody could…

☠ Anyways, Arwin is fucking obsessed, he spent a whole week AWAKE enchanting gifts for you and is always there to make sure he’s immune to all the spells he put into your gifts, so you can’t and won’t attack him, that will hurt his heart!! Also he makes sure you like his gifts, if you don’t, he can always replace it, give him a whole day to enchant it like crazy…

☠ If you try to fight back using magic or being physical, he finds you to be so cute like a kitten trying to fight a plushies, all you’re gonna achieve from doing that is being stuck in Arwin’s grip and lap for a few hours as he cuddles you, pulls you into make out sessions or plays around with you….It’s pretty nice, ngl…

☠ Oh, also for some reason, I think maybe he will make sure all your lipsticks or tinted lip-glosses are not gonna be transfer proof, cause so when he kisses you, it leaves marks on him, he wears them sometimes as well, only to leave multiple marks on you at every fragment of skin present on you!

☠ Arwin is also a pretty amazing husband and a sweetheart, only to you though, he would give you enchanted gifts to know you’re whereabouts every second of day, how you’re feeling through like a ring which has a matching pair he’s wearing or something or maybe something which shows how you’re health is, etc…I can’t elaborate and won’t elaborate.

☠ You're mainly under the eyes of Memoria and Arobrock, cause he's probably the only one Arwin trusts enough to not give you a migraine and also open up a bit!! He doesn't trusts Berrylreed and Straighbov.....nor anyone else, cause everyone is crazy!!!

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evilcowgirl · 8 months

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OH MY GOD YOU'RE ALIVE!!!! idek remember my username from when i used to spam u but HI?!?!?!?! i missed you so bad your theme is literally ADORRABLEEEEEEEEEEEE !!

since you said tlou asks are open, could I ask for a drabble w/ ellie? maybe one where the reader comforts her through a panic attack involving joel, or one where her and the reader are snowed in at one of jackson's outposts and end up confessing to eachother? i don't mind which one u pick :333

knuckle velvet ♡

ellie williams/reader

a/n: HI BABE !!!!! I MISSED U 2 THANK U SM :D eeek !! okay okay so i lovee this sm and ill prob. do ur second option soon too bc its soo cute, hope u like this hehe mwah <3

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You still weren't used to this, any of it, and nights like this one reminded you of that fact. The wind caused a whistling sound against the windows that frightened you awake when you were on the verge of sleep. This was nothing compared to the creaking sounds of the old farmhouse that only seemed to happen when you were already paranoid. It helped to have Ellie with you, her presence alone calmed you, made you feel safer. You were safe though, safer than you had been in months. It was just going to take a while to get used to that off-putting feeling of security. You laid awake with your eyes open, staring in the dark at the cracked window that was causing the noises.

You squinted at it, wondering who had left it open and why you'd let yourself get so startled by something as silly as wind blowing through an open window once again. Staring at it wouldn't make it close though and you pulled yourself out of bed to shut it. The moment you brought the window down the noises stopped, leaving the room almost unsettlingly quiet.

You turned around then, spurred on by the silence to face the bed again, searching the cream colored sheets for any sign of Ellie. Your heart beat could be felt through your whole body then. She couldn't have gone far, only an hour ago you were laying side-by-side, sharing body heat and exhales.

"Ellie?" You said into the empty room. It was dark but you knew the layout of your farmhouse well enough to get to where you were going.

You creaked the door open, looking down the short hall to the bathroom. It was slightly open, enough for you to tell no one was inside. You continued out, heading to Ellie's dedicated art room. You'd found her here pretty late in the night a few times before. It happened especially when she was far away in her head. She would lose track of time while hyper focused on her art. Most of the time you let her just until you felt yourself getting tired, then you would finally interrupt to take her to bed with you. You would stroke her hair as she fell asleep, staring at her peaceful face in the darkness. It worried you sometimes, how quiet she got.

Walking in you were met with many versions of your own face. Some pinned in place on the wall and some leaning against it, stapled to canvas. She loved to paint and draw you, it was a love language of sorts and you grew to appreciate it more than anything else. You couldn't imagine a more pure

deceleration of love than to create art in another's image. You felt butterflies every time you thought of her admiring you in that way, so intimately. The room was messy with miscellaneous items, strewn all over the floor and collected in crates with no obvious organization. it had been like this since you found the place, she never took the time to sort through all of her things, and put them where they should be. Still, you never took it upon yourself to touch anything in that room. it was her safe place and you wanted to keep it that way.

The next place to check was downstairs. As you traveled down, felt the air grow colder. You shivered at feeling the coolness on your bare legs and arms, it made you want to hurry back to bed. Not without Ellie though.

"Ellie?" You called out louder than you had before, stepping into the dining room.

Ellie's plate was still there from dinner. She always forgot to clean up after herself but you didn't mind doing it for her. after all that time, you both spent surviving it felt good to live. To have dirty dishes and laundry to be annoyed and not wounds that required stitches and left deep scars. You grabbed the plate and brought it to the sink, placing it as quietly as you could. You were starting to get nervous now. Your chest feeling tight as you wandered. She had to be here. Nothing bad was supposed to happen to either of you while you were here, she promised you that.

The living room was left. It was your favorite part of the house so far. You'd put so much effort into decorating it. Putting things together as nicely as you could like you'd seen in magazines from before. Ellie thought it was a bit silly how much effort you put into getting everything together but in the end she was able to appreciate it too, mostly because it made you happy. She loved seeing you happy.

A sigh of relief passed through you when you saw her. It felt like something heavy had been lifted off of you and you were endlessly grateful.

"What are you doing in here? I was looking for you." You told her. She was standing near the window with her back to you. Her short hair still a little messy from being in bed. When you were close enough you reached up to run a hand through it which caused her to flinch away from your touched. Shocked, you took a step back, your lips parted in confusion.

"Ellie, look at me." You said to her softly. You gave her about half a second before your hands were on her shoulder, pulling her to turn and face you.

When you did your saw how wet her face was by the moonlight pouring in. Her cheeks were reddened and her eyes glossy and darkened like a pond at night. You could tell she'd cried, hard, even if she hadn't noticed it herself. Aside from that you noticed the distraught look in her eyes as she looked at you. More accurately, looked straight past you.

"Come sit with me, okay?" You said to her, grabbing a trembling hand to guide her over to the couch with you. She let out a shaky breath, almost getting a word out but failing miserably. You rubbed your thumb over her knuckles to let her know that it was okay. That she didn't have to say or do anything.

"Just breathe for me, I'm here, you're safe." You reminded her. Her eyebrows were still drawn together tightly as she looked down at her hands, they were still trembling quite a bit and just the sight of them seemed to upset her. All you could think to do was grab them in your own to keep them steady. She was warm to the touch.

You wondered what was on her mind then, what she remembered that pained her so much. You probably couldn't even begin to understand. You let her rest her head against your chest when she was able to. You brought a gentle hand to hold her there, stroking over her hair soothingly as she let her tears fall silently without trying to stop them. She had seen things that changed her, things she wouldn't tell you about because she didn't think you needed to know. You never pried, only listening when she needed you to. She had done things that she hated herself for and sometimes you feared that you'd never know why. You weren't scared of Ellie, not once had you ever been in all your years of knowing her, but you were starting to think that maybe she was scared of herself. She knew that the destruction that she was capable of left no room for forgiveness. Still, even with all that she dragged herself through, nothing compared to what she was forced to be witness to.

It was always worse each time she had to feel it all over again.

It made her whole body ache and grow numb all at the same time. A sick feeling formed in the pit of her stomach that stopped her from being able to breathe correctly. She'd cry out for someone to save her, for anyone to take those memories back so she could finally relax after all this time but no one could. Her fists would never unclench and the heavy metal chains of revenge were unmerciful and stronger than she could ever hope to be. Her redemption would never come as long as she was like this, no matter how much she laid awake at night hoping to move on from what she's done, she still lusted for the same brutality that broke her down into what she was now.

She listened to you hum to her and whisper sweet words. As she tried to slow her own breathing down, she followed the lead of yours. Calm and steady.

"You're okay, we're okay." You told her. She tried her hardest to believe you. Focusing on your voice and the delicate feeling of her hands on her, she melted down into something more manageable. In and out became less of a challenge and more of a natural bodily function. She slid her hands under your shirt, resting there just to feel the rise and fall. With her eyes closed there was finally darkness and nothing else.

୨♡୧

"I'm sorry I'm a mess." Ellie finally said when she felt like a person again. The sun was rising now. You almost didn't respond, you hadn't heard her speak actual words in hours. The bright feeling you got just from hearing her voice broke you out of whatever haze you were in.

"You're my mess." You said looking down at her fondly. Her eyes were so sincere as they gazed into yours. Like your souls were touching somehow. You couldn't imagine feeling like this with anyone else. Ellie was strong. The strongest person that you had ever known, but she was still human, fragile under her exterior. When it slipped you always wanted to be there for her.

"We're gonna be okay soon." You promised her, placing an innocent kiss to her freckled cheek. She sat impossibly close to you, your skin starting sweat against hers but you both couldn't care less. It felt right.

She wasn't sure yet how soon "soon" would be, and neither were you. All that she hoped was that she'd last that long with her rage sitting dormant.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams angst #the last of us fanfiction #tlou part 2 #tlou fanfiction #ellie tlou fanfic

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Outlander

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── This idea came to me in a vision while i was rewatching the show. This first chapter is more of an introduction because the reader (SPOILER AHEAD) hasn't travelled back in time yet. I wanted to get this chapter out of the way as soon as possible so i can start writing the more interesting ones hehe. This fic will be a Johnny Soap MacTavish X Reader, but you are technically married to Graves in this chapter. He won't really show up after this unless you're talking about him.

Warnings : Some suggestive dialogue, implied sex. No use of Y/N, Female Reader ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

PART 1 Inverness, 2018 People disappear all the time. Ask any policeman. Better yet, ask a journalist. Young girls run away from home. Children stray from their parents and are never seen again. Housewives reach the end of their tether and take the grocery money and a taxi to the station. International financiers change their names and vanish into the smoke of imported cigars. Many of the lost will be found, eventually, dead or alive. Disappearances, after all, have explanations. The little inn did not look like a place people would disappear in. Mrs. Baird’s looked like any other run down Highland bed and breakfast. With peeling paint and near dead flowers, the smell of cigarette smoke stuck to the walls in the rooms. Mrs. Baird herself almost looked like her inn. In her late sixties, always bustling and talking, still she made no objections when Phillip turned the room she rented us into a second office. His laptop and papers strewn around the desk, walls now had something akin to maps tacked onto them. It was your husband’s great idea to take a second honeymoon trip. Inverness was a strange choice, the setting so different from the one you were used to in Texas. But when Phillip came to you with two plane tickets and news that a one month break was needed, you wouldn’t even dare to turn him down. Walking down the rickety stairs of the inn, you found your husband sitting in an armchair near a fireplace, a book about the Jacobite rebellion in his hands. He looked so peaceful sitting in the maroon chair, the flames from the fire basking him in a soft glow. “How long are you going to stand there and stare at me Mrs. Graves?” your lips quirked up in a smile as you walked over to your husband. He set his book down on a coffee table and beckoned you to sit across his lap. Your hands found their home looped around his neck and he smoked into your collarbone. “I don’t know Mr. Graves, you make a fine subject for staring, maybe I’ll never stop” you giggled and ran your hands through his hair. The sudden quietness behind you two told you that Mrs. Baird has put down her broom and was covertly watching you. While golf and fishing are Scotland’s most popular outdoor sports, gossip is the most popular indoor sport. And when it rains as much as it does in Scotland, people spend a lot of time indoors. “She’s staring again” You mumbled and Phillip donned a devilish grin. Suddenly he hoisted you up and ran the length of the stairs to your room. The sudden change made giggles erupt from your mouth as you clutched tighter to him. ‘“What in god’s name are you doing!” You yelled at him through fits of your giggles and your husband threw you down on the bed, before getting on it himself. He was halfway sitting up, with his knees digging into the mattress and he smiled at you. “I’d hate for the dear old thing to be disappointed in us,” he answered. Sitting up on the side of the ancient bed, he bounced gently up and down, creating a piercing rhythmic squeak. The footsteps in the hall stopped abruptly. After a minute or two of bouncing, Phillip gave a loud, theatrical groan and collapsed backward with a twang of protesting springs. You giggled helplessly into a pillow, so as not to disturb the breathless silence outside. Phillip waggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re supposed to moan ecstatically, not giggle,” he admonished in a whisper. “She’ll think I’m not a good lover.” “You’ll have to keep it up for longer than that, if you expect ecstatic moans,” You answered. “Two minutes doesn’t deserve any more than a giggle.” “Inconsiderate little wench. I came here for a rest, remember?”

“Lazybones. You’ll never manage the next branch on your family tree unless you show a bit more industry than that.” Both of you chuckled as Phillip moved to lay next to you, bringing his hand around your middle and squishing you closer to his chest. That’s how sleep found you, being held close by your husband’s strong arms as his rhythmic heartbeat slowly lulled you into sweet sleep. The rustling sounds of your husband getting dressed stirred you from your dreams. You slowly sat up in the bed and stretched, the downpour outside has finally stopped which meant you two would be walking around town tonight. “ Let’s stop at that pub from yesterday. That might’ve been the best salmon I’ve ever eaten” Phillip noticed that you woke up and started making plans about today’s escapades. First you were going to meet some tour guide that would drive you two to some historical sites and then back to Inverness. “I distinctly heard the barman at that pub last night refer to us as Sassenachs.”

“Well, why not?” said Phillip. “It only means ‘Englishman,’ after all, or at worst, ‘outlander,’ and we’re all of that.”

“I know what it means. It was the tone I objected to.” Phillip searched through the bureau drawer for a belt. “He was just annoyed because I told him the ale was weak. I told him the true Highland brew requires an old boot to be added to the vat, and the final product to be strained through a well-worn undergarment.”

“Ah, that accounts for the amount of the bill.”

“Well, I phrased it a little more tactfully than that, but only because the Gaelic language hasn’t got a specific word for drawers.”

You reached for a pair of your own underwear, intrigued. “Why not? Did the ancient Gaels not wear undergarments?”

Phillip leered. “You’ve never heard that old song about what a Scotsman wears beneath his kilts?”

“ No and I’d rather not hear about it now. Off to the bath you go, the stench of the fire still clings to your hair” You playfully messed with it and your husband smiles, cupping your face in his hand and kissing your brow.

“Only if you join me”

The walk to the town square was a bit hard, dull ache between your thighs after Phillip decided to fuck you senseless in the shower, was making itself known. Taking small steps you idly window-shopped. Your husband was on the phone, talking to the tour guide when your eyes caught sight of a vase. It looked tacky, the colors were bright and the shape was a bit lopsided but the drawing depicted on the vase itself was beautiful. A myriad of large stones in a valley, the sunset drawn behind it was basking the stone in a soft glow.

Soon you found yourself meeting Phillip at the crossing of the High Street and the Gereside Road and you turned up the road together. He raised his eyebrows at your purchases.

“Vases?” He smiled. “Wonderful. Perhaps now you’ll stop putting flowers in my books.”

“They aren’t flowers, they’re specimens. And it was you who suggested I take up botany. To occupy my mind, now that I’ve not got nursing to do,” You reminded him.

“True.” He nodded good-humoredly. “But I didn’t realize I’d have bits of greenery dropping out into my lap every time I opened a reference. What was that horrible crumbly brown stuff you put in Tuscum and Banks?”

“Groutweed. Good for hemorrhoids.”

“Preparing for my imminent old age, are you? Well, how very thoughtful of you.” You two laughed as suddenly a small green car stopped in front of you. The man in the driver’s side seat looked no more than fifty. Big rimmed glasses sat atop his small nose, wild curly hair had bits of gray in it and you noticed one golden tooth as he sent a smile your way.

“ Mr. and Mrs. Graves! Pleasure to meet ya, I’m Colm I’ll be takin’ ye to Craigh Na Dun”

#call of duty x reader #call of duty au #outlander au #cod x reader #johnny soap mctavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x you #alternative universe

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Okay so very specific request you know the "your never fully dressed without a smile" couples dance on tt well could you do yn and wednesday are gfs and yn is begging wednesday to do it cause it will be funny so yn says she will do it with xavier as friends then and wednesday thinks she's bluffing but she's sees them mid dance and caves and makes yn and xavier stop and dise the dance and everyone in the school is commenting on ut and whispering abt it but she disnt care because she got what she's

a/n: hi anon! thank you so much for your request and I'm hoping you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. also jealous wednesday has my heart <3

pairing: wednesday x fem! reader

tw: not really any ig, minor xavier bashing by wednesday

Dancing In Green

(hehe get it cause like envy and jealously are usually characterized with green)

You were sitting on Wednesday’s bed, scrolling through your TikTok (which Wednesday thought was a foolish addiction that would eventually rot your brain - she gave a full scientific presentation that somehow succeeded with you deleting the app for a few weeks but who can stay away from TikTok for too long, right?) while Wednesday sat at her typewriter, clicking away at her novel. You had your AirPods in to not disturb your girlfriend when suddenly a dance popped up after scrolling past a random Marvel edit.

The song sounded joyful, a complete contrast to the weather and your girlfriend but… the two girls doing the dance reminded you of Wednesday and yourself. Damnit. No, moving on. After watching the dance a few more times, you gave it a like and scrolled past it, watching TikTok for another 30 minutes.

But… that wasn’t the end of it, it seemed fate wanted you to do the dance or rather the algorithm did because the dance appeared at least 20 more times in those 30 minutes. Huffing, you finally pulled out your AirPods and ran your hands through your hair while biting your lip nervously. How do you even approach a matter like this with Wednesday? Well… you could always ask Xavier if she declined. With a plan in mind, you called out the nickname that you had dubbed as Wednesday’s when your relationship first started to blossom.

“Weds?”

“Hmm?” She hummed but didn’t look over, continuing to type away.

“Uhhh do you remember when I asked you if you would still love me if I was a worm?”

“Yes, one of the most illogical conversations that we have ever had. I distinctly remember saying I would squash you instead of having you live out your existence as a worm.” She had stopped typing and was now staring expectedly at you.

“Right, so I have another strange request: would you like to do a TikTok dance with me?”

“Didn’t you delete that godforsaken app?” She said with a slightly exasperated look on her face.

“Uhh yes but… you know what not important. Could you at least just look at the dance?”

Her eyes scrunched together in annoyance but she ended up holding out her hand reluctantly. You placed your phone on her palm and pressed play. The familiar notes of You’re Never Fully Dressed Without A smile echoed in the room and just as the TikTok finished, Wednesday pressed pause before it could loop.

“You know I would do anything for you, mi amor, but you know I don’t enjoy these moronic dances.” The expectant smile that painted your face a second ago dropped and a little frown appeared.

“Oh! That’s okay, I know this isn’t really your speed. I’ll just do it with Xavier, so I better go find him and leave you to your writing. See you later, Weds.” You gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before whizzing out of the room leaving a perplexed Wednesday behind.

A few seconds after your flight out of the door, Wednesday turned to Thing.

“You don’t think she would really go to Tyler, right?” Thing tapped out a response which made Wednesday’s mouth twitch.

“Why would I care if she does that imbecilic dance with Tyler?”

If Thing had eyes he would have surely rolled them but instead he just jumped down from the desk while Wednesday went back to her writing. Images of Xavier and her girlfriend getting up close and personal plaguing her mind.

Y/N was her girlfriend and if she did this dance with Xavier, everyone would assume that they were the couple. She slammed her fist against the table, an unusual wave of anger and another feeling she couldn’t quite put a finger on overtook her.

She should go find Y/N and get her to do the dance with her instead, even if it would displease her.

“Xavier. Hi!” Your best friend was currently situated in the courtyard with a sketchbook on his knee and his hair in his usual ponytail.

“Oh hi Y/N. I thought you were spending the afternoon with Wednesday.”

“Well, I was but I tried to ask Weds to do a TikTok dance with me.”

“Did she kick you out?” Xavier said with a slight smirk on his face, you had many similarities but also very well-known differences.

“What?! No! I just really want to do this dance and since you actually enjoy doing them with me, I thought I’d ask you.”

“Oh well then yeah sure. What do you have in mind?”

“Cool, here I’ll show you.” You sat down next to Xavier on the bench and you both discussed how you wanted to do it. Xavier propped up your phone against his water bottle and you both got in place for the dance as the timer started ticking down.

A few seconds into the dance you spot Wednesday in the periphery, walking- no storming towards the two of you. The unusual display of emotion that shows on her face renders you almost paralysed.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Uhh-” Just as you’re about to respond, Wednesday reaches her place in front of the two of you, snatches your phone from its spot and lightly grabs your arm before pulling you in the direction of her dorm room.

“Sorry Xavier, but I’m in need of my girlfriend’s assistance.” She says the word girlfriend with such vehemence that it makes you smile even in your incredibly confused state. Xavier just stands in the middle of the courtyard, shaking his head and chuckling at her actions.

When you arrive at her dorm room and Wednesday finally lets go of your arm, she surprises you even more by opening up the TikTok and moving her hands to try and mirror the dance moves.

“So why the sudden change of heart?”

“I just couldn’t stand you being around the cretin that is Xavier.”

“Hey! That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”

“Yes, your best friend.” That’s when the thought finally dawns on you. Oh.

“Are you jealous?” You ask in a tentative tone.

“Absolutely not.”

“Wednesday, mi amor, look at me please.” Her hypnotic brown eyes lifted from the glaring screen of your phone and without looking she paused the video.

“You know I love you with my entire soul, right? I want us to die together and I can’t imagine living a life without you. I went to Xavier not because I don’t want to do this with you but because I respect your boundaries.” She nods and a little smile crosses her face.

“Te amo, mi sol.” I love you, my sun. You smile at her before giving her a short peck on the lips.

“Te amo también, mi luna.” I love you too, my moon. “Now how about we change some of this dance up to better suit your style."

The two girlfriends spent an hour choreographing and then filming the dance, making tiny alterations to different moves to match Wednesday’s usually more gothic style. And the end result was sublime.

After posting the video, you left your phone on Wednesday’s bed and went out with her to listen to her play her cello. She specifically played a variety of love songs that had you blushing and smiling so hard it hurt. The evening hours were spent cuddling and watching old horror movies, both of you ignoring how much your phone was blowing up from the comments on the TikTok.

And that is how Enid found you, cuddled up in each other's arms, being lulled by the screaming of the victims in Psycho.

I added some spanish dialogue because of Wednesday being latina (wanted to also add a bit of my heritage as well) and I imagine she would teach her partner some of it to communicate and give each other cute nicknames like mi luna and mi sol :)

oh and as always if there's any grammatical errors or anything please let me know

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday x reader #wednesday the series #wednesday addams #wednesday addams netflix #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday series #netflix wednesday #wednesday show #wednesday imagine

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Indulge (sex and zombies-chapter 6)

pairing- {Rick x fem!reader} and {Daryl x fem!reader} separately... for now. hehe

summary- It's just not the same.

warnings- 18+ content. MDNI!! , smut with multiple partners.

You woke up in your own bed. Realizing that Rick must have carried you back before morning. It wasn't a surprise to see him working in the field after he promised to spend the day with you. But it was still disappointing.

You took the day off anyway. No one even noticed that you weren't outside working or tending to laundry. Well except Daryl.

Daryl's attitude had changed over the few months on the road. He used to be so snarky all the time, in Atlanta and on the farm. Picking fights with you and teasing you mercilessly. But as of late something switched. He was starting to act all… sweet. Like he actually sort of wanted to be friends. Kind of. And you couldn't say you didn’t enjoy it. For the first while, when you were distracting yourself from a mentally unhinged Rick, the sex was amazing. Being with Daryl was the perfect form of escapism.

Then when Rick finally moved in on you, it seemed like things with Daryl would eventually fall off. Except… for whatever reason, it never completely did.

“What are you doin?” He asked you as he approached the makeshift pantry that you’d been eyeing for way too long.

“I’ve got the munchies,” you pouted. There really wasn’t much to eat. Rick had mentioned plans for a run happening at the end of the week. And that you’d all have to be diligent on portioning everything until then.

“Come here,”

Daryl grabbed your hand and walked you to his cell. His crossbow in pieces on the desk, like he was in the middle of cleaning it. He dug around his bag for a minute and pulled out a red plastic baggy.

Twizzlers.

No fucking way.

Your eyes widened and he couldn’t help but smirk. As you grabbed for them, he lifted the bag higher and out of reach.

“It’s gonna cost you though,”

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?”

“Mhm. These weren't an easy find, you know.”

A moment of silence passed while you tried to read him.

“I'm sure we can come to some sort of a deal, don't you?” You gave him a coy look. Looking up at him and pushing your chest out, ever so subtly.

He got the hint, glancing up and down your body quickly.

“As much as I would love that right now, I kinda had something else in mind,”

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what would ever make a man turn down the opportunity to get his dick wet.

“Follow me.”

And with that he brushed past you and started off towards another area of the prison.

So you followed. You started off by going in the direction of the break room that Rick had made up for you. But Daryl took a turn halfway and led you down a hall to a supply closet.

There were cleaning products filling the shelves. Brooms and rags and mops.

You raised your eyebrows again.

“You want me to clean?”

“I was hoping you could paint.” He pointed at a cardboard box on the bottom shelf. You opened it up to find paint supplies. Brushes and rollers.

“Paint what?” you looked up at him.

“Little ass kicker’s room. I was thinking it would be a nice gesture. With Rick being all… you know. I just- I don’t know. Thought it’d be nice for her to have a real nursery. And I can't paint for shit so...”

Your smile gave you away.

“What?”

“That’s really sweet Daryl.”

He grunted. And grabbed the box, and led the way back to the main cells. Towards the one with the crib in it.

He told you that you had ‘creative freedom’ with it. Not that you were extremely creative. But you tried your hardest. There was a surprising amount of paints and colours that were able to be mixed up and create a rather impressive, prison cell, nursery mural. At least in your opinion.

Daryl sat on the bunk bed and handed you a piece of licorice every now and then. He talked about the traps he’d set up in the woods outside of the yard. And some other things he thought that Rick should prioritize around the prison. With your focus on the wall, he chatted away, despite his regularly quiet nature. It was refreshing to hear him talk with no real point of the conversation. Just out of boredom.

“What do ya think?” you finally asked him, pointing your paint brush up at the paint covered cement.

He nodded.

“Looks good. Think Rick will like it?”

“I think so… ” You turned back to the wall and inspected your artwork. Not bad for your first mural.

Rick would love it. Even if he didn't really like the art, he'd like it just because you painted it.

The hands on your waist made you jump slightly. You turned your head back and Daryl immediately caught your lips with his own. Spinning yourself around, you dropped your brush on the ground, cold paint splattered onto your bare feet. But Daryl didn't notice or care and his hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you in.

A small part of you wanted to run. To tell him that you shouldn't. To go find Rick and beg him for another escape to the break room. You thought about his arms and his hands and his lips against your skin.

But for whatever reason you leaned into Daryl’s touch as he backed you both up against the bunk bed. Following his queues and climbing on top of him in between fast and messy kisses. When you felt his noticeable hard on grind up against you, a quiet moan escaped his mouth. You grabbed at his buckle, and pushed his jeans down just enough to allow you the access you needed. You pulled your panties to the side and sank down on him slowly. A gasp leaving your mouth as you did. He swore under his breath and started moving, bucking up into you. Your dress was bunched up above your ass. His hands pulled you down and created a rhythm that you both found gratifying. Your orgasm started to build and you realized that it would be quick. It was something you two had perfected all those nights that you were longing for a married man, when Daryl was the only one who could even attempt at filling the void.

And when he came with your name on his lips you couldn't help but feel a little guilty when Rick’s almost escaped yours.

Daryl always got the job done. He’d made you come more times than you could count. But there wasn't a void to be filled anymore. You had Rick now.

And Rick could just look at you right and have your legs buckling. Being with him always made your head feel cloudy and your skin feel hot. Time seemed to slow down at his touch.

It just wasn't the same.

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“You did this?” Rick held Judith in his arms and looked over at you, at the doorway of the cell.

You nodded. “It was Daryl's idea really.”

“I'll have to thank him.”

You approached him and admired the mural together.

An orangey yellow sunset overlooked a field with a white house and a barn off to the side. Hershel’s farm. That's what you'd painted. Or tried to anyways. It wasn't gallery worthy by any means. But it was pretty, and it did resemble the farm.

“I think she’ll love it.” Rick put Judith down to sleep and then tugged you gently away from the room.

In the isolated break room bed, Rick’s hand trailed up your bare skin, tickling your side and sending tingles down your spine. Your eyelids were already heavy.

“I’m sorry I didn't spend the day with you,” he spoke softly, further adding to your relaxed state.

“It's okay,” You tried to hide your disappointment. “You're a busy man. Lots of responsibilities. Things to take care of…”

He thought for a moment and nodded. He saw through you though.

“I’m sure I could have found a way to keep busy here though. Taking care of something else…” His fingers trailed back down and rested on your waist. You shuddered slightly. It was your turn to nod.

“So make it up to me.” you whispered and stared into his pretty blue eyes, looking over at you with an unmistakable desire.

“I will,” he grabbed your waist, pulling you on top of him so that his lips grazed yours. “I promise.”

You leaned in and kissed him. Accepting his apology the best way you knew how. Your body melted into his as his hands grabbed at your skin and his mouth moved against your own. He took ahold of your hips, and ground you against his lap, earning a muted moan.

Whatever it was that he had to make up for, you had forgotten by the time he was inside of you. He pulled your hips down to meet his thrusts and kissed his way up your neck, making sweet little marks that threatened to show in the morning.

Maybe you were in a trance. Spellbound or something. It was the only reasonable explanation.

He had you wrapped around his finger, and tangled in his bedsheets, and there was absolutely nothing that felt as good as that.

#daryl dixon x y/n #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #rick grimes x y/n #rickyl #smut #twd fanfiction #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #daryl dixon #sexandzombies #sinsandsweetness

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The Fallen Star ✨ Wish Reimagined

Chapter 3 - The roses

Tw: nightmare, fire, small prick I guess? it's a thorn, swearing as always, it's Asha and by that I mean it's me

Chapter 2

Asha is burning.

She's screaming, she's being crushed. The crackling of fire echoes in her ears, drowning out her own cries.

Everything is bright, but there's a single pair of eyes staring at her from behind the flames.

(Imagine something like this shot from The Owl House)

The creature tilts its head, its expression unreadable. It emits a series of musical tones, like a melody woven from starlight and moonbeams. Asha feels a strange pull, as if the creature is trying to communicate with her through some arcane language she can't quite grasp.

The roof caves in and crashes down, obscuring Asha's view of the figure. The collapse pushes the rubble further into Asha, squeezing the air out of her lungs.

Someone pulls the rubble off her. She wants to yell. Watch out! You'll get crushed too!

They say something. Asha can't hear them. She wants to reach out. Stay with me. The words are on the tip of her tongue. Her throat is parched.

Don't go back in! she wants to cry. Someone's in there!

Why are you leaving me—

She wakes with a gasp, something flat and wet catching the inside of her mouth.

Asha hacks. Valentino had accidentally licked her tongue.

She wipes her tongue and takes a moment so her eyes adjust to the darkness. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, she can make out the familiar details of her bedroom. But with it, she can also see the memories of the dream, crisp and fresh in her mind.

The feeling of panic, of helplessness... she won't be able to fall back asleep, not with the echoes of their screams still haunting her.

This was bullshit. She shouldn't be affected this much by a stupid book. It was just a light.

Asha gets up. She does not tremble.

She unties her hair scarf. Valentino raises his head, his cheek fluff smushed flat from the blanket.

Asha smiles softly and pets his velvety ear. Val bleats quietly, and Asha kisses his forehead.

"Stay here, baby," she whispers, grabbing her cloak. “I’m going for a walk. I'll be back in a bit. Go back to bed, okay?”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

The air is cold, but the crispness is a shock to her system that Asha desperately needs. She decides to head to the gardens.

She smiles softly as she remembers the gardens of her childhood. They had roses there, too. Asha used to paint the white ones red.

Red like fire.

Asha hurries on.

She tucks her hands inside her cloak pockets as she walks across the checkered-grass floor. Asha stops at a pocket of daffodils, walking between them and sitting down, careful not to disturb the petals.

Asha watches the flowers dance in the wind, effortless and elegant. She brushes her hand along a row of them.

Right before she reaches the end, she pricks her hand on a thorn. Asha swears under her breath, pushing back the flowers to see a single strewn white rose laying amongst the crowd.

Asha picks it up and stares at it in distain. At a glance one might gloss over it. Even now, a drop of crimson blood painting the petals, the rose blended in quite well with the daffodils.

But up close, it wasn't fooling anyone.

Asha plucks off the petals and tosses away the thorny stem, watching the wind carry the petals... and something else, too. A quiet conversation, approaching Asha's location.

“Baz, I told you, it’s fine, Dahlia just wanted us all there.”

“Argh, but what if we get caught?” came the responding whisper. “Safi, I– I–”

“Hey, breathe,” Safi whispered. “We’re al– a– ACHOO! Why are there so many flowers?”

“Hehe. We’re in a garden…”

“Heh. Made you laugh.”

Asha rolls her eyes and makes her way out of the flowers, making sure her footsteps are heavy enough to catch their attention.

“Eep! Your nose gives away your lies! Hide, Safi!”

“Oof!”

Asha rounds the corner, and Bazeema hides her face as the bush next to her sneezes.

"Ah. Bashful. What are you doing here?” Asha asks, entertaining the other girl’s silly fantasy.

Bazeema peeks open her eyes and lowers her hands. “H-hi, princess. I- I –”

“Speak properly.”

“I–” The girl swallows. “I like to come to the gardens to get inspiration for my designs,” Bazeema squeaks out. “I’m a weaver. My hijab this morning– I made it myself. I’m actually really proud of the design–”

“Yeah yeah yeah, I don’t care,” Asha says. “What are you doing out at this time?”

Bazeema blinks. “I, um… couldn’t sleep. I was worried about Hal.”

“Pfft. Worried?” Asha smirks.

Bazeema looks firmly at the princess. “Yes," she whispers.

Asha frowns. “Right. Uh. Sorry... that your friend is now depressed.”

“Hal has been through a lot, and yet she still smiles. It’s… a trait I admire about her.” Bazeema’s face takes on a wistful look.

Asha is about to respond, but then the bush sneezes again.

“Welp! Time to go, oh I am rather exhausted! Maybe I need that spindle idea of yours!” Bazeema peeps, ushering Asha out of the gardens. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, princess! Sweet dreams!”

The gates slam in her face.

Asha blinks.

She entertains the idea of throwing Bazeema out the castle windows.

(Can't find the gif, but Bazeema is the old man that Emperor Asha would punish for throwing off her groove)

“So, you admire Hal, huh?”

“Oh, shush, Safi!”

The sound of footsteps retreat. Asha pushes open the gates.

“That was shady,” Asha says, pulling her cloak hood over her hair and shadowing the two teens.

She sneakily follows the two teens to the chicken coop. She peeks around the corner to see the seven teens holding candles and quietly catching Bazeema up to speed.

“I fell asleep in while cleaning my dad’s armour, and I heard something." Sleepy's voice.

“It nearly killed me!” Gabo huffs. “Abuela told me to go see what was causing a ruckus. That could've been the last she saw of me!”

“Baaaaa!”

Asha covers her mouth with her hand to silence her yelp as Valentino pops up beside her. “Jeez, baby! You scared me!” Asha whispers, pulling the goat close.

Dario signs something, not paying attention to the conversation.

“We trapped it inside the coop, but it’s scaring all the chickens,” Safi says worriedly.

I think they're performing an opera, Dario signs, grinning.

Gabo stares in disappointment at his friend, then moves on. “That’s why we sent you to get Bazeema. You’re worrying about the birds too much when you’re here,” he grumbles to Safi. “They’ll be fine.”

“The chickens probably think it’s a fun surprise,” Hal offers. “They sound like they’re having fun.”

“And why wake us all up for this?” Dahlia yawns. “Dario, put the soap down. Where did you even get that?”

It flew out of the coop! Dario grins. He signs with one hand, spelling out some words since the other hand is occupied with holding the bar of soap. I think the chickens laid it. It smells like apple. Hey, do you think this is related to the S-

"Dario, for the last time, spoons cannot be ingested," Dahlia says, massaging her temples while Safi takes the soap from a frowning Dario.

Simon looks nervous. “Well… my papa’s one of the bookkeepers for the castle. I think I know what’s in there—”

Suddenly, Valentino wriggles out of Asha's grasp.

"Valentino!" Asha whisper-shouts as the goat and runs towards the teens. Dario notices the blur of fluff heading towards him and stumbles back, dropping his candle and colliding with Simon, who's already snoring against the wall.

The impact shakes the wooden support beam, and a pile of baskets falls down on Dario’s head. Bazeema yelps and swats at the baskets, crashing into Safi behind her.

The two fall down, almost knocking over Dahlia, but Gabo pulls her out of the way and stomps out the fire Dario's candle lit.

"Okay, spy! Reveal yourself before I do something I won't regret!" Gabo snaps. Dahlia shushes him.

Asha rolls her eyes and pulls down her hood, stepping into the light. The teens' eyes widen, and they scramble up, quickly dropping into a bow.

All except Dario, that is. He was still peering into the chicken coop.

Hal pulls her friend into a bow.

(I can't find a picture but it's like that part in the movie where the seven teens bowed down to Queen Amaya)

"Threatening a royal, Grumpy?" Asha tuts. "Keep it up and I'll have your friend's precious chickens filleted."

Gabo snarls, but stays quiet.

"Now, care to tell me why you stole my goat?" Asha asks. "And what are you doing by the chicken coops when you should be sleeping?"

"None of your royal business," Gabo mutters.

Suddenly, a burst of sparkles poofs out from the crack under the coop's door.

Safi kicks over a pile of baskets. "Whoops! I am so- so-- ACHOO!" The baskets kicked up some hay in the air. "I am so clumsy!" he laughs awkwardly, sniffling.

"What are you hiding?" Asha demands.

"Nothing! And no one!" Safi says quickly.

"Well, we should all head to bed! You too, princess, your otousan would be very cross if he saw you out this late!" Dahlia smiles, moving to direct Asha away.

There's another poof, and a discord of musical instruments.

"Magnus?" Asha scoffs. "I can deal with my adopted father. Now out of the way."

Dahlia looks desperately at her friends. Asha storms past her, shoving away Hal when she tries to stop her.

The princess yanks open the wooden door. Inside the coop is a crazy sight.

Dario smirks, self-satisfied.

Chickens, dancing, doing ballet

Angry chickens in bisexual lighting

Chickens, shooting out eggs out of PG-hidden cloacas

Chickens, juggling their eggs

And in the center, conducting them all...

The thing was round, with eyes shaped like a sparkle and an oval respectively, five points sticking out of it like little limbs.

Exactly like the symbol on the spellbook in Magnifico’s study.

“Oh, fucking hell," Asha swears.

Author's Notes

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I hated writing this. I was just stuck, and then I was like, fuck it, I'm posting it because the next chapter I'm really excited to write. Because if I add more, then the cut-off would be... too harsh? I don't know. My phone is broken so I can't create gifs right now akjdkjajksjskjksaj fuck it. Post.

Btw, Star in The Fallen Star looks like this:

With a sparkle on the (our) left and a "regular" oval for the other eye on out right.

GET READY! THIS CHAPTER SUCKED BUT THE NEXT ONE SOMETHING BIG HAPPENS AND IT IS A LONG ONE!

Me to my own writing

#the fallen star au #asha x star #asha #star x asha #disney wish #wish 2023 #human star #princess asha #starsha #the fallen star fic

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