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[itashiro-writing-corner]

Snippet Requests Open- May Day

It's time for snippet requests to be opened up once more. So the themes are very loose. May is the month of mother's day so mothers can be the main focus. However, seeing as I don't have a lot of mother muses I will be expanding out to a broader topic, which can be more along the side of bad ends. So go ahead and throw these muses into bad end situations, or in the case of the possible male muses, they could be the instigators of the bad ends. Have fun with it. Just remember to provide enough detail for.me to work with but not so much that the snippet is already written.

(Bold muses/kinks are ones I really want to write for at the moment.)

Canon Muses:

Kushina Uzumaki, Neo, Mirajane Strauss, Erza Scarlet, Cana Alberona, Android 21

OC muses:

Vorona, Ranzu, Nathaniel, Haruka, Yoshibara, Alice, Fryll, Maris, Swifty, Kongo, Krus, Valerie, Peraxus, Kaza, Skjolda, Hatvi, Phoenix, Naru

Kinks:

Bad end, incest, monster fucking, mind break, gangbang, impregnation, non con, blackmail

Gif sets:

Monster breedng, hentai gifs

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Feeling lonely, hm?”

The hero didn’t burden their head with turning towards the voice. They weren’t in the mood for cruel charades.

Instead, they stared at the TV they hadn’t turned on in over a month and debated if not showing up at work would cause any huge conflicts.

Probably.

They closed their eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me,” the villain’s voice purred. “Me.”

“You’re not real, so it’s my obligation to ignore you,” the hero said. They stared at their hands and couldn’t help but feel like their physique had changed. They didn’t seem to be as muscular as before. They didn’t seem all that healthy either.

“Not real, huh?” The villain walked towards the hero’s armchair and let themselves drop lazily. “Now that’s a bit unfair.”

“Yeah,” the hero said. They stared at the coffee table with the empty coffee mug. “Some things have been pretty unfair.”

“I thought you were supposed to ignore me.”

“R-right.” The hero looked away and once again, their heart got quite heavy. They couldn’t sleep at night, that was one of the more annoying things. Eating was also difficult, working was…unbearable. They couldn’t think straight.

And above all those hallucinations…their eyes went back to the villain who was stretching in their chair.

Usually, those hallucinations made one mistake. Or better, that part of the hero’s brain that was responsible, made a mistake. Mischaracterising the villain in such a way that the entire illusion shut down entirely.

The hero hadn’t told their doctors about their imaginary nemesis. But that was mainly because the hero would probably not be allowed to work as a superhero for a few weeks.

They clenched their fists, dug their fingernails into their own flesh.

“You look troubled,” the villain said. “Are you eating enough? You’ve lost weight.”

“I’m fine,” the hero whispered back. They looked up at the ceiling.

“You miss me.” Every single time. The hallucination said that every single time. The hero turned their gaze towards the villain’s image and stared.

“Yes, I do. So what?”

“Most people feel some sense of accomplishment after beating their enemies,” the villain said. They put one of their thighs on the other. “And two months is quite enough time to find a new enemy worth your time.”

The hero’s eyes widened.

“I don’t want someone else. And I…technically, I didn’t defeat you. I didn’t kill you, I didn’t arrest you. You just…” The hero’s throat burnt like acid and their bottom lip trembled. “…you just died.”

They swallowed the pain and leaned forward.

“Just wish I could’ve said goodbye,” they mumbled. This time, the hallucination didn’t answer. “That wasn’t fair. Our relationship didn’t deserve that end.”

“I didn’t think you’d care about the end,” the villain said.

“Isn’t the end the most important part?” the hero asked. The taste on their tongue was extremely bitter and they knew it didn’t come from the coffee they had finished an hour ago. “Either way, you are haunting me. So, I guess once again I get the worst of it all. You got the easy way out. As always.”

“Haunting you?”

“Yeah.”

“You must really like me, then,” the villain said. They chuckled sweetly, like they had whenever the hero was embarrassing themselves. For some reason, the pit in the hero’s stomach grew, that unsettling feeling spread.

The hallucination had never been cruel enough to laugh. It was such a wonderful sound that even the hero’s lips curved into a smile.

“Yeah, can you blame me? I must’ve fallen a few months ago.” Suddenly, the hallucination was quiet again.

Their eyes met and for a second, the hero swore it was the real villain in front of them. They tilted their head.

“You never mentioned that.”

“Too afraid of rejection, I suppose,” the hero answered. They shrugged. “Any rejection would have been better than this, though.”

The hallucination got up from the chair and slowly walked to the couch where the hero was sitting on.

“I would have never rejected you, you dense…” The hallucination was even capable of blushing. The hero frowned. “Whatever.”

Ultimately, the illusion grabbed them, sat down on the hero’s lap and kissed them.

It took the hero a few more seconds to realise what was really happening.

[thechaoticcherub]

oooh i’m so excited you’re taking requests! can you do one where joel makes reader call him daddy a bunch? and just like…fiiiilllthy dirty talk 🤩

ah! A request!! Thank you!!!!

Say It

Pairing: Daddy!Joel x reader

Summary: No plot. Just fucking.

Warnings: 18+ please, daddy kink, fingering, begging, light smacking, mocking, humiliation, vague degradation, pet names, pussy pronouns, pussy smacking

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: I didn't really edit this at all and just kinda spewed it out! Enjoy!!!

Wanna read something specific for Joel Miller? Send me a request!!

“Say it,” Joel was holding your jaw in his hand and his voice was gentle but uncompromising. You looked up at him, your heart was racing. You desperately wanted to say it, there was a flood in your panties at the mere suggestion of it that proved that you wanted to. You were nervous though. Nervous to let go of control in such an intimate way.

  Joel’s thick fingers dug into your cheeks, “C’mon, sweet girl, I know you wanna say it…I can see that you’re drippin’ onto my floor.” Joels eyes darted down to between your legs. You were kneeling on the ground in front of him, completely naked, knees splayed out. Joel had guided you through removing every piece of clothing in front of him. 

Take your shirt off, babygirl, lemme see those tits. Now your pants, go on, don’t be shy, darlin’. Panties too. You’re makin’ a mess of ‘em anyway. 

You had shakily done as you were told and knelt in front of him while he stood before you, clothed, towering over you, imposing. That was when he suggested it and it knocked your breath out, not because it was really shocking but because you wanted it so bad. Joel had consistently told you what to do, called you ‘babygirl’, read you stories to fall asleep to, instructed you on how to pleasure him. The word seemed obvious but the subject had never been broached until now. You craved it. Joel had given a simple instruction but the word at the end had been something you had daydreamed about and he knew it. As you had sat, waiting for more instruction from him, naked and trying not to be ashamed of yourself Joel had smiled knowingly, his eyes roaming over you.

I want you to beg for it tonight, beg your Daddy. Your eyes had gone wide and all voice had gone out of you. You just stared up at him, leaking with need onto the floor. That was when he had grabbed your jaw and forced you to look up at him. Now he was looking down between your legs, bending slightly. 

“If you’re goin’ to drip like that, you’re goin’ to start doin’ what you’re told. Now say it.” He gave your jaw a little shake. 

“P-please, Daddy” You managed to squeak out. Joel crouched down in front of you so he was more level with you, his hand still holding your jaw. 

“Now, see here, Princess,” He started, studying your face. “I know you can beg better than that.” he said, his breath whispering across your skin, giving you shivers. “An’ I aint goin’ to tell you again.” He added. Joel’s free hand wandered up to your breast, his pointer finger traced around your nipple in a slow, lazy circle. Your whole body ticked upward, reaching towards the feeling of his touch. 

“Daddy, please, I need it. I need you to touch me, please, please I’ll do anything.” You let the words spill out of your mouth, trying not to think about how slutty you sounded or him. There was something so vulgar about being completely nude, on your knees, on display for him while he stood in front of you, flannel sleeves rolled up, belt buckle still closed, even his hunting knife was still tucked into a loop on his belt. 

Joel pursed his lips in mock sympathy, “Awww, babygirl…” he said, “Is she achin’ for her Daddy’s touch?” He asked. Your eyes fell down in shame as you nodded. Joel’s thick fingers tightened again, “Look at me,” he growled. You couldn’t force your eyes up to meet his stern, brown ones. His hand loosened on your jaw only to give your cheek a quick slap, “Babygirl, focus here, focus on your Daddy and do what you’re told.” He grabbed your jaw again, thumb pressing into one cheek and his fingers into the other. 

You forced your eyes up to meet his, Joel’s face softened slightly. “That’s my good girl,” He purred. His other hand reached down, “Alrigh’ I’m gunna touch that leaky pussy just to see how wet you are.” He informed you. You nodded and his hand went down between your spread knees and up to the lips of your pussy. 

“Holy hell, girl!” He laughed, “You’re soakin’,” You shuddered as Joel’s fingers stroked along your pussy lips. “Like I said, drippin’ all over my floor.” he cooed as his fingers languidly teased along your slit. 

“Daddy!” You whined, pressing your hips down. He pulled his hand away bringing it up in front of his face, looking at the mess all over his hand. 

“Uh-uh,” He shook his head. “You stay still, keep your eyes on Daddy, and get beggin’,” he instructed. Joel kept your jaw in his hand, holding you to make you  keep looking at him while he sucked your slick off of his fingers, relishing the taste, relishing that you were desperate for more. 

“Please, Daddy! I need your fingers in my pussy-”

“In your leaky, needy pussy, babygirl.” He corrected. You whined at the vulgarity but you knew you had to say it. 

“In my leaky, needy pussy! Daddy! Please! Daddy I want it!” You cried. Joel nodded,

“I hear ya, babygirl. I know.” he said, his finger traced one of your nipples again and then trailed down your tummy towards your pussy. Your stomach twitched, your pussy clenched. 

“Please! I just… need it so bad, Daddy! She’s aching, Daddy!” You felt a sob forming in your throat. Joel let out a throaty chuckle, his finger tickled over your pubic bone. 

“You love callin’ me Daddy, dont ya?” he asked. You nodded vigorously. “Words. And eyes on me, babygirl.” he said. 

“Yes! Yes Daddy! I love calling you Daddy!” Your eyes met his and he nodded slowly as his finger dibbed into your slit. He started to circle your clit and you knew you would be a goner soon. 

“You like giving up all your control to your Daddy?” he asked, leaning in towards you and pressing his forehead against yours, still crouched down, fingers circling your clit in a dizzying way. 

“Yes,” you whined, you felt your orgasm mounting inside you and you wanted to make sure you did everything right so he wouldn’t ruin your orgasm. The circles around your clit tightened, you clenched, longing for more but unable to ask for it with how focused you were on chasing your orgasm. Your breath burned through you, your cunt was twitching and you could feel your clit twitching under his finger. You needed to come, you could feel tears in your eyes as his finger stroked your closer and closer. Your knees shook under you and you let out a long whine of need,

“I can feel that pretty pussy is close, aint it?” Joel asked. You nodded. “Ask Daddy if you can come.” he instructed. 

“Please, Daddy, can I come? Please! I’m so close…it’s…please!” You tried to hold off, you tried to wait until he told you you could but his thick fingers stroking around and around your clit, swiping over it occasionally were relentless and you couldn’t hold off any longer. Your orgasm shook through you and it was clear he felt you coming as you clenched on nothing. You bit your lip to keep from crying out as the orgasm washed over you and you rolled your hips against his fingers. Joel rubbed your clit through it until you were shaking,

“Fuck,” He groaned, “You are…in a lot of trouble, little miss.” He chastised. Before you came down completely from your high, his thick fingers smacked your overly sensitive clit and you squealed, nearly collapsing. You pressed your knees together and sat back on your feet.

“Uh-uh, you’re aint gettin’ away that easy. Lie back, spread your legs for Daddy. I gotta punish you.” Joel’s voice was gruff and strained and your heart sped, 

“No, Daddy! I’ll be good! I’m sorry!” You whined. 

“I hear that you’re sorry but that ain’t good enough.  Daddy’s going to make sure that pussy is sorry for coming without permission. Lay back. Legs spread. Now.”

[itashiro-hitsuchiha]

Addendum: you are also free to submit a gift for a reference for NSFW prompts for snippets as well if you so choose. I don't make a set list to pick from as it takes a good bit of time to sift through for those and also I don't want to make a list just for half the links to stop working after awhile. So it'll be up to you guys to find the ones you like/want to use for reference. Just provide the link in with your asks. I also have work to do so I won't be on too much tonight but I'll answer a few of them when I get home at 3-4am if I have any.

So the Prompt meme is my means of doing snippets so as such the muses I'm looking to write snippets for are as follows:

Peraxus, Perix, Vorona, Ranzu, Yuuma, Nathaniel, Phoenix, Naru, and Rosemary

So go nuts with them. Most anything goes with them.

[mellohiizz]

can i have soft spacewaffles please?? s6 lore is like a roller-coaster 😭

what the fuck is going on with s6 ls? i keep seeing people talk about how messed up everything is, and i am not caught up. (not really) here's some spacewaffles, though ^_^

[acapelladitty]

Audio Adventures Crane bending his personal assistant over his desk? 👀

"You are an awful assistant." Crane growls, the sharp nails of his left hand digging into the bare skin of your hips as it remains pinned beneath your ruched shirt. "Too busy teasing your hardworking employer, barely able to keep your hands to yourself, pawing at me as I work just like a whore without dignity or respect. Maybe you should be demoted to being my personal toy, something warm and wet to service the Master of Fear in the only way they know how."

"That's," gasping and stuttering through each punishing thrust, Crane seems determined to drive you through the hard wood of his desk as you flex your fingers against his right hand as he keeps them pinned against your lower back, "that's not how I remember it, sir. I was standing there, just organising your latest notes into the cabinet when you slid your hand up my skirt and demanded that I bend over the desk and spread my legs."

A short yelp escapes your throat as his hand leaves your hip to snap across your ass in a resounding slap, the pain sharp and hot before mellowing into a warmth that makes your cunt clench messily around his relentless cock.

"Disrespectful." Grinding his groin hard against your ass to bury his cock as deeply as possible, you can hear the amusement in Crane's tone as he slips his free hand around your throat and squeezes roughly - his fingers stealing your breath as you instantly stiffen up and begin to push back against him in panic. "Maybe you need a reminder of how you speak to me?"

Unable to reply past the hand controlling your breath with a practised ease, you allow yourself to whimper as you squeeze his cock and roll your hips with renewed efforts; doing anything to keep his hands from drifting to the vials of mild toxin he kept on his person for that exact purpose.

[assortedcriminality]

Hi hope you’re doing well darling, I was wondering if I could request a hero X villain with the dynamics of enemies with benefits with a lot of pining and slow burn kinda situation, ❤️‍🔥

Sorry this took so long anon—tysm for the request! The prompt might have gotten away from me a bit, but I hope you enjoy!

CW: Blood, cursing, suggestive themes

“FUCK!” Hero stumbled backward, clutching their shoulder. Blood spilled from the gash sliced across it, staining their once-pristine uniform crimson. “Shit, shit, what the fuck?”

Villain casually wiped Hero’s blood off their knife with the hem of their shirt before sliding it back into its sheath. Something dark hid behind their seemingly impassive guise. “Didn’t you want it to look real?”

Hero shot them a fiery glare. “So you thought I wanted this?” 

“So what did you want, then?” They asked, taking a step forward. Hero instinctively stepped back, tightening their grip on the wound. “If you didn’t want me to hurt you?”

“It’s not about hurting me,” Hero snapped. “It’s about-“

“You’re afraid.” Villain’s voice was cool, smoother than the edge of a blade. They continued to advance, forcing Hero to move away until their back hit the wall. 

They eyed Villain’s inscrutable expression. “Of what?” 

“Of what I do to you.” Hero barely fought back a flinch when the criminal raised a hand, but all they did was tuck a piece of hair behind Hero’s ear.

They scoffed. “You’re full of shit, you know that?” 

Villain traced the edge of their jaw with a light finger, swiping through the spray of blood decorating Hero’s face. “It’s not your fault. We can’t help our feelings, after all.” 

Hero ignored Villain’s touch, determined not to let it affect them. “I said to make it real because of this. It’s a distraction. We’re nemeses. We’re not supposed to…”

“Want this?”

“I never said I wanted this.”

“You didn’t have to, darling,” Villain said. “You could have stopped anytime you wanted.”

Hero looked away, biting the inside of their cheek. It was true. Villain hadn’t forced them to do anything. Everything they did, they did because they had both wanted to. It was that knowledge that was the most painful, burning like a white-hot fire inside of them whenever Villain crossed their mind. It should’ve been so easy to end it, to stop one day and never look back. Bury the feeling that rose in their stomach every time they locked eyes with the person who was supposed to be their sworn enemy. Instead, that feeling consumed their life, destroying any hope that they could walk away from Villain. 

“Hero, look at me.”

“No.”

Villain’s hand moved beneath their chin, turning Hero’s face upward. The nemeses were so close that their noses nearly touched. When the crime-fighter finally lifted their gaze to meet Villain’s, the intensity in their eyes was almost strong enough to break Hero’s nerve. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” They whispered. 

“Why can’t you admit you want this?” Villain hissed, fingers digging deeper into Hero’s skin. “You think I wouldn’t notice how flushed you get around me? I wouldn’t hear how much you want me when I-”

“Because I can’t do this, Villain!” Hero’s voice rose to a cry. “We won’t—it won’t work. It can’t. You were right, I want you to hurt me, because that’s all you’re supposed to do to me. We’re supposed to want to kill each other. I need you to make it look real. Make it real if you have to.” 

Villain was quiet for a moment. When they spoke again, their words were dangerously soft. “You’d rather I kill you than want to be with you?”

“Yes,” Hero said with vehement conviction. “If I could turn my feelings off, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I can’t want this, Vil. It’s better this way.”

“No. No, fuck that.” Anger cast a sharp shadow across Villain’s features. “I’m not going to kill you, Hero. I don’t care what we’re supposed to be to each other. I want this. I want you.”

Tears gathered in the crime-fighter’s eyes. “Villain…”

“Darling, please just-”

Hero let go of their injured shoulder, grasping Villain’s collar with a bloodstained hand and pulling them in. Their lips connected, and Hero closed their eyes, finally allowing themself to forget everything except Villain’s mouth on theirs. The pain in their shoulder faded into the background, along with the roughness of the bricks at their back and the blood that dripped down their wrist as their hold on Villain’s shirt tightened. Villain let out a sigh as the kiss deepened, sending electrifying chills down Hero’s spine. Their grip on Hero’s chin disappeared as their hands settled on either side of Hero’s face, bringing them even closer. Every emotion the nemeses had poured into the other through soft lips and deft tongues and hard teeth. Villain was the first to break away, mouth trailing down Hero’s neck to mark a fiery path to the hollow of their throat. 

“Villain?” Hero managed through heavy breathing. 

“Yes?”

“Fuck you.”

They could feel Villain’s smile against their skin. “If you say so, darling.”

@sausages-things @chaotic-orphan

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Sick, Fainted Hero Request- Part 4

Holy smokes this series is ancient. But I refuse to let it become an abandoned wip so easily. Here is part 4, three years later! I hope you enjoy!

Part 3

Villain listed off the symptoms they had noticed Hero exhibiting. There was a tense pause over the phone.

“Medic?” Villain asked, “you still there?”

“I’m coming over,” came Medic’s reply.

“What!? No! Hero said no doctors! They’ll feel so betrayed-”

“It’s either a doctor or an undertaker, Villain. I’m coming over.”

The call ended with a beep. Villain lowered the phone to their side, standing still as a statue. Hero was not going to like this. Not one bit.

…

Hero coughed themselves awake. The TV was playing some hospital drama series. Hero looked down at the remote in their hand. How long had they been out?

There came a knock at the door.

“Hero?” Villain called, “can we come in?”

“Sure.” Hero turned the TV off, “wait, “we”?”

The door opened before Hero could take it back. In walked Villain and someone Hero didn’t know. They carried a large, black bag with them. There were no labels on it to indicate what the contents might be.

“Hero, this is Medic,” Villain said, “they want to check you over and make sure you’re getting better.”

Hero’s gaze flicked from Villain to Medic, Medic to Villain, Medic, and finally rested on Villain.

“I said no doctors!” Hero argued.

“No worries,” Medic said, opening their bag, “I lost my license years ago.”

Hero tried to scuttle back on the bed, coughing as they did so. As they moved, the blankets became rumpled, exposing them to the cool air. Chills wracked their body and Hero rushed to recover their source of warmth.

Medic shoved a thermometer in Hero’s mouth.

“Mm!?”

“No talking,” Medic said.

Hero huffed but became still and silent. The thermometer beeped in time with a blinking red light.

“One hundred and three,” Medic shook their head, setting the instrument down.

They pulled out a stethoscope. They rubbed the metal chest piece against their shirt in an attempt to warm it up. Hero still jumped when it came to rest against their skin.

“Breathe in,” Medic instructed.

Hero did as they were told, trying their best not to cough.

“Good. Out.”

Medic’s expression was unreadable. Hero did let a few coughs slip, but Medic didn’t seem to mind. They produced what looked like a wide popsicle stick.

“Say “ah”.”

Hero let their mouth fall open and rasped out a wheezy “ah”. Medic shined a flashlight into their mouth.

“Mhm,” Medic said.

Medic discarded the medical popsicle stick into the waste bin.

“Sounds like what I suspected,” Medic said, “pneumonia. How long have you been feeling this way?”

“I mean… it’s not unbearable-”

“How long, Hero?” Medic fixed them with a stern frown.

“…A few days. I think. I’ve kinda been passing out off and on…”

“When was the last time you ate something?”

“That would be this morning,” Villain chimed in, “I brought them some soup.”

“Before that?”

Hero wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

“You… have been eating regularly, haven’t you?” Villain asked.

“So, the thing is-”

Another bout of violent coughs, which sent pain surging through their chest and throat.

“I’ve been busy, and besides,” Hero croaked, “I saw somewhere that fasting is good for you!”

“Oh my gosh, Hero!” Villain shouted.

“Did you do any research into how you would try a diet change like that, or did you just stop eating?” Medic asked as their brow quirked.

Hero had to blow their nose before answering. They aimed for the trash can, but like all the other snotty balls of germs, the crumpled tissue wound up on the floor instead.

“I had a couple snacks here and there,” Hero admitted, “like this one kid gave me their fruit roll-up after I saved them from an incoming car.”

Villain had their face in their hands. When Medic spoke, it was with a practiced calm.

“I think it is in your best interest to check into a hospital. You need fluids, nutrients, and antibiotics.”

“But-”

“May I speak with you, Villain? Privately?”

Medic stood, packing up their bag and going out into the hall. Villain gave Hero a worried look before following.

…

“They need to get to the emergency room- now.” Medic whisper-hissed, “Their fever is only going to climb from here, and without proper treatment they could die. Who knows how much their malnutrition has weakened their immune system. I don’t care what you have to do- threaten to blow up the city or something if they don’t go, isn’t that what villains do?”

Villain sighed.

“You and I both know my crimes don’t involve civilian casualties. They won’t buy that for a second.”

“With the way their condition is progressing, they’ll be delirious pretty soon. You can tell them anything.”

Medic headed out the front door.

“Look, I know I’m not a goody-two-shoes or anything, but, Hero’s a good person. They’ve helped this city in more ways than I can count. Don’t let them die of their own stupidity.”

Medic got in their car and drove off. Villain glanced toward the staircase at the sound of coughing. They made up their mind. As they climbed the stairs, they started rehearsing what they were going to say to force Hero to cooperate. They’d do whatever it took to get them well again.

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[neon-kazoo]

Villains I dont see very often; mute. Mute villains are the best, nothing can convince me otherwise.

One idea thats been on my mind is a mute villain confessing to the hero, either through sign language, or a perfectly executed scheme. You’re choice :))

Not sure if this counts, but I ran with it. Might try this again after I gather some ASL knowledge. Hope you enjoy :)

A Silent Movie

It wasn’t exactly easy to get Hero sat in front of the cinema screen. In fact, the planning for this trap had taken over sixth months. Not to mention the money it took to buy this building off foreclosure, and the multitude of investments into Hero-proofing the location.

It was even harder to get said hero to stop yelling long enough to pay attention to the image being projected from the back of the room. Not that their sense of hearing was needed for this experience, but Villain imagined Hero would appreciate the lack of noise-based distractions, including sounds they themselves were making.

The theater was notably large, probably the most expensive showing room of its day. That is to say, the upholstery was a little outdated. The popcorn had been swept off the floor, the swirling carpet surprisingly clean. The velvet of the seats did not appear stained, and the cupholders were absent of any discarded snacks or tickets.

The glow of the emergency exit lights were the only thing illuminating the room, and they revealed a dim image of the hero situated in the center of the third row, which was optimal seating in the villain’s opinion.

Clearly, Hero did not agree, considering how hard they were pulling at the restraints to try and exit their carefully selected theater chair.

It was futile, of course, and the hero finally stopped straining when the villain appeared a row below them, quiet as a mouse, standing with a finger pressed to their lips.

Villain retreated when the hero quieted, letting their attention shift to the screen and this special showing. Images flicked past, and Hero became engrossed in the story unfolding on the screen.

Shown was a news reel Hero recognized as the time Villain had crashed their Election Day speech. A zoomed out map of the city, marking City Hall with a red square. Grainy footage of two figures dancing around next to a dumpster. Once again the map appeared, now with two squares pasted on top. The pattern continued, and Hero was amazed.

It was an agglomeration of every moment they had spent together, every public battle, every nighttime-shady-alley encounter.

There was only one reason to collect these momentos, these reminders. It had all meant something to the villain.

The complete lack of kernels on the carpet certainly pointed to a level of dedication and commitment to this scheme.

Maybe, they were hoping it meant something to the hero, too.

Another scene zoomed out a final time, revealing all the markers spread across the city. Only, now, Hero noticed, a rather distinct pattern had formed.

Villain moved like a phantom, appearing again, this time at the hero’s side. The ropes at their wrists fell away like magic while Hero gazed at the awkwardly hovering villain. They presented the hero with a glittering object hung from a chain held loose around their fingers. It was a large ruby gem, expertly cut into the shape of a 3-D heart.

Stolen, no doubt, Hero suspected possibly from the large jewelry exhibition that had just entered town.

The screen flashed bright, and lit up the hero’s face as it contorted in surprise. They processed the scene as fast as they could.

A heart of red markers, a heart of ruby, a heart fluttering in their chest, a heart laid open in front of them.

“Oh,” Hero breathed, “Oh.”

Villain sucked in a breath.

This was it, this was the moment they got rejected because they couldn’t-

“I had no idea.”

Of course they didn’t know, it’s not like Villain had ever spoken about it.

Preparing automatically for the rejection, Villain started to withdraw their hand, cold-as-steel demeanor returning to them with all the familiarity of a security blanket.

It was so stupid of them to think that they deserved any kind of reciprocation, so stupid to think that the hero could possibly-

The hero snatched the charm from their fingers before they fully withdrew.

“I didn’t say no,” they spoke softly, and the villain’s heart skipped a beat.

They reached out their other hand, wrapping their fingers over the still-outstretched hand of the villain. Instead of elaborating, Hero pulled the frozen criminal closer, connecting their lips in a gentle proclamation.

Actions spoke louder than words anyway.

[itashiro-writing-corner]

Now Taking more Snippet Requests- Starstruck

So I still have a few others to work on but least I can get a fun theme going for the new set. I will respond to the others before getting to these ones but feel free to send them in. Today's themes is rather simple but oh so much fun to work with. We have the Pornstar AU!

Rules for this AU brand of snippets are simple. The muses are famous porn stars so all snippets for this should utilize this fact in someway. Can be one of their projects they're filming or even meeting some fans or whatever else you can think of. Sadly not all muses will be available for this, but that shouldn't be much of a hinderence here. Go crazy my friends.

Muses involved (Bold are ones I'm most in the mood for writing this):

Neo Politan, Kushina Uzumaki, Android 21, Erza Scarlet, Mirajane Strauss, Cana Alberona, Vorona, Twilight Twins, Ranzu, Phoenix, Raven, Haruka, Shade

Special note: if there are other muses of mine you'd like to see in this setting they'd probably be related to a secondary character for the AU or as a 'fan' of the one who is the star. Other muses from other verses are also welcome as guest stars.

Allowed kinks: Since this is a fun environment for the AU, most taboo kinks are allowed. Aside from the ones involving blood and body waste (you should know what this is) most anything goes.

Gifs: Normal rules apply with gifs. If you have any that you'd like to use, send the link with the scenario description.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Again,” the villain said. Their voice was like honey. “Say it again, please.”

The hero sighed softly. They knew their nemesis was quite dramatic, but this seemed a little too excessive. The hero wouldn’t be surprised if the villain revealed they were recording them just to listen to the hero repeating it over and over again.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” the hero said.

“Hm.” The villain gave them a once-over and put one thigh on the other. They tilted their head.

Honestly, the hero wasn’t in the mood for games, but they were also aware of the villain’s personality. Angering them was a stupid mistake, mocking them wasn’t smart either.

If they wanted the villain’s help — and they needed, undeniably, inevitably their enemy’s help — they needed to play nice. But that didn’t mean the hero was going to submit entirely. It wasn’t in their nature to drop to their knees desperately and beg.

“One more time?” the hero asked. They smiled, as if it was a joke the two of them shared.

“No, that’s enough for now. Sit down.” The villain pointed at the chair on the other side of their desk and the hero followed their command. They couldn’t help but clench their fists, though. “How can I help you, dear?”

“I…” The hero stared at their own hands. Unfortunately, the villain was their only option. How utterly frustrating. “My friend has been missing for two months now. I thought maybe you could-”

“Two months?” The villain leaned back in their chair, raising their eyebrows. “They’re probably dead, then. Is there something else you want from me?”

“Hold on, they’re not dead.” The hero frowned. “They were working on this project and investigated an underground criminal network. I need you…”

They stopped. Just like the hero, the villain didn’t like to be ordered around. The hero understood that perfectly. Understood like no one else how trapped one felt while following commands.

They tried to soften their voice a little.

“I’d like you to find them. Please, you’re my last hope.”

They stared at each other.

“A journalist friend?” the villain asked curiously.

“Yes.”

“Then they’re definitely dead.” Their voice was definite.

“Hey, stop saying that. They’re not dead.” The hero stood up, ready to get into some kind of fight, but they reconsidered. Their heart was beating in their throat, chills ran down their spine. Fighting in the villain’s home wasn’t going to get them closer to the truth. “Please, I…I can pay you. I can work for you, I can…they have a family and I promised to protect them. I’d do anything to get them back, they’re like a sibling to me. Please.”

The villain stared at them, saying nothing.

“Please,” the hero repeated.

“Sit and calm down,” the villain instructed and the hero dropped back into the chair. It didn’t even occur to them that they were in fact, following the villain’s commands without questioning. Finally, the villain stood up and walked around the table. “You’d do anything, you say?”

They twirled a loose strand of the hero’s hair around their index finger. For some reason, the hero’s body couldn’t determine if it was calming down or if it was terrified of the villain.

The hero’s breath hitched when they realised how close the villain was.

“Anything,” the hero said quietly.

“Now that’s quite the stake, hm?” Their index finger touched the hero’s cheekbone and the hero’s heartbeat skyrocketed. The hero didn’t say anything. “What if I want to keep you forever?”

The hero’s eyes widened. They hadn’t thought of that.

Their eyes met the villain’s and their enemy started smirking.

“Ah, I love it when you speak without thinking. It’s adorable to watch you come to terms with the consequences,” the villain purred. Their thumb found the hero’s chin. “You have no idea how adorable you are when that sense of justice takes over you.”

“Please,” the hero said. They closed their eyes, gathered themselves. “I mean it. Keep me if that is what you want. I just need them to be safe in their home.”

The villain’s features hardened a little.

“You really mean that?” Apparently, the villain had joked about keeping the hero. The hero could have bitten off their own tongue, but if that was the only way, the hero was ready.

“I do.”

The villain waited, stared at the hero, reconsidered.

“Fine. I will find them, but in return I want you to stay with me.”

“Deal.” The hero supposed they were a little reckless, but other people had always been their priority.

[strang3lov3]

Hmmm. Do we ever get into ummmmm. Like topping from the bottom on this page because there are some men we talk about here whose asses I need to eat while they call me a whore or like who I need to ride my strap and laugh at the fact that only he’s getting off and refusing to properly touch me. Things of that nature

You’re on your stomach, lips and jaw and tongue so tired. And you’re hot and sweaty, mascara running down your cheeks. Keep going, honey. Look how messy you are, eating Daddy’s ass. Filthy fuckin’ girl.

Or maybe Joel’s making you peg him, and you’re losing steam, completely exhausted. You just want to feel him, and here you are fucking him on a plastic cock. Sliding your hands from his hips to around his soft belly, reaching for his hard and leaking dick - he slaps the back of your hand. “No.”

Being scolded for slowing down, for not fucking him hard enough. “C’mon, kid. You can do better’n that.”

“I’m so tired, Daddy.”

“Tsk, poor thing. Ain’t used to doin’ a lick of hard work in your life, are ya?” Joel says. “Drink some fuckin’ water and buck up, and fuck your daddy like a big girl. I know you got it in ya, darlin’.”

[thechaoticcherub]

Love your writing!!! 💕 Could you pretty please write a soft, domestic, doting daddy Joel and his college baby girl who is just so exhausted from all her studying. (Smutty) thank you love!

Hello!!!!! This turned super smutty honestly with some power dynamics and I less sweet and more...horny. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Study For Me

Pairing: Daddy!Joel x student reader

Summary: Joel helps you study for your econ exam

Warnings: 18+, AU no cordyceps, fingering, pussy spanking, dd/lg dynamic, power dynamics, bad econ terms lmao, studying, edging, joel is a lil mean, joel is a strict daddy, reader says no a few times but doesn't really mean it.

Word Count: 2.6K

Notes: I always mean for these to be shorter but I cant manage it. This is not edited AT ALL. I'm so sorry about my lack of knowledge of econ.

Wanna read something specific for Joel Miller? Send me a request!!

You were lying on your tummy in front of the fireplace in Joel’s living room, your economics book was open in front of you and you were trying your hardest to study for the test you had on Monday. In retrospect maybe spending the weekend at Joel’s place when you should be studying wasn’t the best idea but you didn’t want to be away from him. The backdoor opened and Joel came in tracking mud from the rain and bringing in more firewood. 

You watched as he walked in front of you, bent down and  put another log on the fire. 

“Daddy,” you whined, letting your head drop onto your book. Joel looked around at you and sighed, 

“Babygirl, you gotta finish that chapter,” He instructed. “I ain’t goin’ to be able to forgive myself if ya fail your exam ‘cause you spent all weekend at your daddy’s place.” He reached over and stroked your hair back, your forehead still resting against your book. You whined and wiggled your bottom hoping to entice him to distract you further. 

“I hate econ,” You whined, all you wanted was for him to tell you that you could close the book but you knew that he would be strict with you and make sure you did your studying. 

“I know, little girl, you’re bein’ so brave and good, workin’ your little tushy off,” Joel ran his hand from the back of your head down your back and onto your bottom. He gave it a squeeze and you pressed your hips back towards his hand. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tsked. “Do your work,” he said. 

You looked back at your econ  text book and pouted, trying to highlight important passages and answer the prep questions correctly. You were quiet, working and listening to the rain while Joel walked around the house doing little things, changing the batteries in the fire alarm, changing a lightbulb in the kitchen and turning the oven on to make a pizza for dinner. Ever since Joel had grabbed your bottom you had felt a little warm, you didn’t want to finish the chapter even though you were getting closer. You still had all your prep questions to answer. 

“Daddy!!!” You called from the living room. Joel appeared behind the couch a moment later. 

“What is it, babygirl?” He asked, looking down at you while you kicked your feet back, looking up at him from where you were lounging while you attempted to finish studying. 

“Can you help me with my prep questions?” You asked. Joel sighed and walked around the couch, he leaned down to look over your shoulder at the questions. He blew a breath as he thought, most of the time when you were working on schoolwork, or telling him about classes, the things you were learning made him feel stupid but you seemed desperate for some help. 

��Okay, babygirl, why don’t I quiz ya?” He said, and then he had an idea and smiled to  himself, looking at you. Joel sat down by your legs and then  reached over to your hips and tugged you down, turning you over so you were on your back. 

“Oof,” You said as he did it and you giggled. 

“Hand me your book, babygirl.” He said. You reached behind you and picked up your book, handing it off to him. He laid it next to him, open to the page with the questions and then wrapped his arms under your knees and tugged you down so your body was closer to his. “Daddy’s got an idea to make studyin’ a bit more fun.” He said. You giggled and looked up at him from where you were lying, 

“Yeah, daddy?” You asked. He nodded and reached up under your skirt, he tucked his fingers into your undies and started to tug them down, 

“Lift you hips up for me, little girl,” he instructed. You lifted your hips up and he slipped your undies down off of you. “Good girl, open your legs up for daddy and I’ll explain the rules for my studyin’ game,” He waited patiently for you. You tentatively pulled your legs open, exposing your pussy to him. Joel reached down and stroked over your pubic mound, watching as you started to squirm. 

“I’ll ask you one of your questions, if you get it right…I work ya up, strokin’ you and gettin’ you all excited.” He said. You nodded excitedly. 

“Okay!” You said

“But,” He tapped his finger against the very apex of your slit. You wiggled again. “If you get somethin’ wrong, Daddy gives you a spank…” he tapped your cunt again, ‘Right here,” he added. You shuddered but nodded. 

“Okay, Daddy,” you agreed. 

“Once you get five questions right, Daddy will make you come,” Joel smiled and you could see a mischievous glint in his eye.  You nodded and felt warmth pool in your belly at the thought. “Keep your pretty legs spread for Daddy,” He warned you and you tugged your knees even further apart.  Joel watched your slit open slightly, starting to expose the pretty folds of your pussy. 

“First question,” He said, glancing at the book next to him. “What do you give up to get a specific item?” He asked. You knew this one right away, you remembered reading it. You grinned,

“Opportunity cost!” You said excitedly. It took Joel a second to find where the answer key was and he nodded.

“Good girl,” He praised, he moved his thick fingers to your slit and watched as he gently began to spread your lips open, showing off your soft, folds and your pretty clit. “aw, look at that,” Joel cooed and started to stroke your clit in wide circles, being careful not to brush over your clit. Joel watched you clench and press your hips up towards him. 

“Oooh Daddy!” You moaned, “Thats…oh thats good,” You whined. Your wetness started to spread from your leaking hole all round your slit, glistening over your clit. Your eyes connected with Joel and you smiled, “Daddy, please just…keep going,” You begged. Joel chuckled and stroked his pointer finger across your clit, watching it twitch as you let out a moan. 

“Sorry, darlin’, gotta keep asking’ you questions,” He laughed and you wiggled your hips closer to him as he tugged his hand back away from you.

“But what if you didn’t and we just played instead?” you tried and Joel shook his head seriously,

“Be a good girl,” He warned, “next question:” He cleared his throat, “What is physical capital?” He asked. Your grinned, again, you knew the answer and you were suddenly feeling better about getting to give right answers. That would be easy, 

“Labor!” You said. Joel checked your answer and immediately started to praise you,

“You’re such a smart girl,” He cooed as Joel began to stroke you again, first circling your clit in a slow and easy, dizzying pattern. You wanted to beg for more but you knew he was going to stick to his word. Then he traced his thick finger down to your hole, leaking all over your pussy, dripping down onto the floor. Joel stroked over your entrance, watching your pussy, his eyes examining you as you tugged your legs open more. 

“Please put it in, Daddy.” You said, your voice sweet and needy. 

“I know ya want that babygirl,” He said, nodding. “But you’re going to have to wait.” he tugged his hand away from you just before the tip of his finger would have sunk into you. You whined. and pulled your legs back more, trying to expose more of yourself to him to get him to touch you more. “Next question:” He continued and you humped up into the air. 

“When the entire demand curve shifts due to change in factors effect supply other than price?” He asked and your heart immediately sank because it could easily be two answers but you were horny and confused. You couldn’t think straight. You just wanted to say the right thing so that you could get him to touch you more. You tried to remember the section you were reading about this. The thought of getting spanked instead of more touches scared you, your brain wasn’t working and so you blurted out,

“Shift in demand,” 

Joel looked down at the book and you knew instantly you were wrong. “Sorry, babygirl, keep those legs open.” He told you. You whined,

“No! No! it’s the other one! Shift in…sh-shift in su-supply!” You whined. 

“I’m sorry, babygirl, ya got it wrong.” He explained. You wiggled and whined and he took your thigh and forced it open. Smack, smack, smack. Three sharp, fast smacks landed against your pussy lips and you let out a gasping cry. “Shh, shh,” Joel said, “Reach down and spread your lips open for me, babygirl. Lemme see that lil’ clit and then we’ll be done.” You tentatively reached down and took your lips in your fingers, gently spreading yourself open to him. It felt so vulgar and wrong and you knew he was about to slap your clit but you didn’t really have a choice. Smack. Smack. Two more stinging smacks directly over your clit made you squirm in pain and need. Joel’s big hand sweetly cupped your vulva, thumb stroking over your lips as he soothed the pain, “Good girl, remember that sting when you’re takin’ your exam.” he said. You nodded and let go of your lips, moving your hand up to cover your face and take a deep breath, trying to clear your head some. 

“Next question,” Joel said, he looked down at the book, “What is the law of supply?” He asked. You whined, you weren’t sure if you knew it and everything felt on fire, your brain, your pussy. Your breath hitched in your chest and you pressed your hips up, 

“I don’t know, daddy.” You whined. 

“Try to think, sweet girl,” Joels hand rubbed your hip softly, soothingly. “You can do this,” He said. You kept thinking, you weren’t sure if you knew it but you could see the section in the book that talked about it. 

“I can’t…I don’t…please…” You begged and watched as Joel shook his head. 

“Come up with the answer in five seconds, babygirl or Daddy’s goin’ to have to spank ya again,” he said. You whined even louder, getting frustrated. “Five…four…” Your brow furrowed and you remembered you highlighted it, knowing it would be on the test. “Three…two…”

“As price of good increases, quantity of supply decreases!” You spewed the answer as the imagine of the highlighted words entered your minds eye. 

“Good girl!” Joel said as he looked at the book, a grin breaking out of over his lips. He immediately began the gentle stroking over your clitoris once again. He softly reached down with his other hand and spread your lips, tugging the hood of your clit back so he could very precisely stroke directly over your clit over and over again. Burning pleasure seared through you, you felt like it was too much but you knew better than to try and close your legs. You let out a loud moan, wanting more. This time Joel didn’t stop stroking you as he read the next question,

“What is the tool that measures cost of living and inflation rate? It was created by bureau of labor statistics.” He asked as his thumb stayed on your clit, stroking up and around it, watching it swell up. You needed to get this right, you wouldn’t be able to take it if he had to slap your pussy again.

“Con-con….consumer price…in-index!” you whined out and Joel nodded, continuing to stroke you. He gave your clit a break by starting to stroke your hole with his middle finger, creamy wetness made soft noises while he teased your entrance, just barely pushing the tip of his finger into you. “Daddy’s got you, good girl, let’s keep going. Almost there.” He said. You nodded desperately. 

“What is the amount of a good sellers are able & willing to sell at a particular price?” He asked and your brain was complete mush so you spoke before you thought, 

“Quantity of  demand,” You immediately knew you misspoke, “No!” You cried. “No! Thats wrong,” You moaned and Joel nodded, 

“I know it’s wrong,” he cooed stopping his gentle ministrations at your hole. “Aw sweetie,” he said, pulling  his hand back, “You were so close.” He said. You whined and shook your head, 

“No! Daddy! Please! Please! Do another question! No! Please!” You cried out and he sighed. 

“I’m sorry babygirl, you know Daddy doesn’t like to hurt you,” He lied. You could see the glint in his eyes and you squirmed. He lifted his hand and you watched, nervous as his hand came down hard on your  cunt. Smack, smack, smack, smack. Repeatedly, over and over he smacked the lips of your pulsing pussy. It burned. Your cunt lips were turning red and your clit was aching with need. Three more slow smacks were administered to your pussy, each harder than the last. You whimpered and whined, squirmed while Joel held your thighs apart with one hand. 

“Good girl,” he said. “Daddy knows it hurts, I know.” He teased. “But you gotta get another answer right.” Joel soothingly stroked the mound of your pussy. Joel looked down at the book and smirked, 

“What is economics?” He asked and relief flooded through you. 

“The study of how a society manages it’s scarce resourses,” You answered right away and you watched Joel’s eyes soften and he grinned. 

“There’s my smart lil’ lady,” he said. He dragged his hand from your low tummy and down onto your pubic mound and finally to your lips. “Do you want to come?” He asked. You nodded vigorously. “That’s my cute girl,” He said, Joel eyes seemed to drink you up as you pulled your legs open wider, showing off your glistening cunt to him. Joel’s fingers teased around your clit, “Ohh my sweet honey, girl.” He said, “Your lil clits peekin’ out at me, she’s gettin’ pretty swollen for me, aint she?” He asked as he used the wetness from your pussy to wet your clit and circled it. You whined, your voice needy, your pussy aching. You were twitching as Joel watched himself tease you towards a frenzy. 

“How’s your cunt, babygirl? She needy too?” He asked. You nodded. “Use your words for me, darlin’” He laughed. 

“Yes Daddy, she’s so needy.” You whined. Joel traced his finger down your folds to your entrance and slowly eased the thick finger into you, feeling you stretch open. You let out a moan. He dragged his finger back out only to add a second one and shove them back in, plugging you up. 

“Good girl, take daddy’s fingers.” He said. “You earned this, didn’t ya?” he said, “Bein’ so smart,” He rocked his fingers in and out of you now, his thumb pressing into your clit with each thrust. You squealed as the feeling mounted in your pussy. Your orgasm had been teased out of you for so long while you answered your questions that you were desperate for it. Joel could feel that your orgasm was close, “Ask for what you need, babygirl.” He said. 

“Daddy! Please make me come! Please! PLEASE!” You begged, your voice raising to practically a cry. Joel nodded, 

“You’re such a good girl, take my fingers,” he said as his finger pushed in and out of you, pressing against your g-spot while his thumb swirled against your clit. 

“I’m coming, daddy! I’m coming!” You cried as the feeling burst over you and something inside you snapped. You bucked your hips against his fingers and you let out a needy sob. Joel stroked you through your orgasm, pumping his fingers into you and only slowing down as you collapsed back. Joel leaned over you and pressed his lips to yours, 

“You are such a smart girl,” He said into your lips, “We’re going to have to make this a habit for studying time,” he said. 

[writtenbyan-aries]

Colby brock hate sex makeup sex smut after argument?🎀🎀🎀

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, dominant!Colby, rough actions, choking, rough unprotected sex, pet names cute and dirty, creampie, biting, hair pulling, breeding kink? Pregnancy talk? filth

I’ve gotten a TON of this request, so if you sent in the anon about feeling like I’ve been ignoring you, I’m sorry!! I hope this makes up for it. Ily 🖤

Enjoy! | not edited

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Arguing. That’s what you’ve been doing with your boyfriend, or ex? You aren’t sure at this point, for the last three hours.

Screaming and bitching back and forth between one another. Claims being made that aren’t true. Anger driving both of your minds without any clarity whatsoever.

“Can I just fu-“

“See! See.” Colby motions to you, cutting you off, “I can’t even fuck spe-“ You groan and he groans louder as you as you yell over him, “You should know by now that Jake doesn’t know shit when he’s shit fucking faced.”

Colby stands there, anger painting his face as he stays silent. You lift your arms and let them fall, slapping against your thighs as you sigh, “To add, two other girls had the same dress as me, so it could have been an-y-bo-dy.”

Colby stares at you for a few more seconds, “if you cut me off, one more fuckin’ time.” He blows air through his nose, “You’re not gonna like it, y/n.”

Government name. Someone’s is trouble.

You were tempted. Majorly tempted, but Colby was pretty pissed. You weren’t sure why at you, because you were literally with Tara the whole night. Not one person touched you in anyway Colby does.

You stare back at him, pretending to zip your lips and toss the key behind you. You motion for him to take the floor and you cross your arms.

“I ju-“ Colby shakes his head, spinning around to turn away from you as he laughs, “Jesus Christ.” He drops his hands to his sides, turning back towards you, “You drive me in-fucking-sane.”

He steps towards you, “I know.. I know, you’re telling me the truth, I just..” You innocently bite your lip, nodding your head as you look up at him. He looks down at you and licks his lips, “Just the thought of another man touching you..” he pauses, reaching out to brush your cheek with his thumb, “Literally drives me to the brink of insanity.”

You purse your lips, waiting for your turn to speak but he smirks, nodding his head, “I know what I’m gonna do.” You tilt your head and Colby nods, “Go to the bedroom and get undressed for me, sweetheart.”

Colby pats your ass as he walks by you, giving you a smirk as he walks up the steps and into the bathroom. You follow in his direction, but make your way into the bedroom, doing as he said.

You take a deep breath before taking off your t-shirt and sweats, dropping them into a pile at the end of the bed. You slowly crawl up, turning to sit down in the middle at the top.

A few minutes later, Colby comes in and there’s a towel around his waist. You can see that his cock is growing harder the longer he looks at you, so you give him a smirk.

“Good girl.” He smirks, watching your face drop as soon as the words slip off his tongue, “That’s what I thought.” He mumbles as he closes the door and walks over to you, stopping at the end of the bed, “Lay down.”

He watches as you move to lay down, eyes staying on him until he pulls his towel off, letting it lay with your clothes. Your eyes watch as he crawls up towards you, moving all the way up to pin your hands down by your head, “If you so much as say one word, I’m stopping.” He tilts his head, “and I don’t think you want me to stop, do you?”

You shake your head, biting down on your lip as his eyes stay on yours, “Since I’m so pissed right now, is it okay if I use that pussy of yours?” You nod and he smirks, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You soak up the gentleness of his kiss now, because you know it’s straight roughness from here on out.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you after, I’m just so pissed at anyone that isn’t you right now.” He taps your hip, “Roll over for me.” You roll over onto your stomach and hold yourself up on your elbows.

When you’re least expecting it, a sharp sting is smacked onto your right ass cheek, causing you to yelp. You look back at Colby and he bites his lower lip, massaging the print of his hand on your skin.

He lifts his hand and you watch, whimpering out as his other hand comes down to deliver the same mark onto your opposite cheek. “Fuck.” Colby groans, making your ass jiggle with his hands, “I can’t blame anyone for wanting to touch you.”

Colby moves and is now straddling your thighs, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He drags his hand up your back and your brace yourself for him to rip at your hair, but he doesn’t, instead he lifts your hips a little and you can feel spit sliding down to be collected by the head of his cock.

“Pussy is fucking..” he groans as he slides in, gripping your hips as he pulls you all the way onto him, “Sluttiest fucking pussy for me.” You let out a moan, heavily fighting back the urge to moan out his name. Colby pulls out, but not all the way, and digs his fingertips deeper as he rails back in.

He slides a hand up, fingers tangling around as much hair he can get. He gives your upper body a yank, lifting you up onto the flat of your hands with a whimper, his cock still railing into you from behind. Colby leans down, planting kissing up your shoulder until he reaches your ear, “Who are you?”

He pushes his cock all the way into you, holding it there as he breathes against your neck. He lifts his head, tone whimperish, “Who. Are. You?” He starts to thrust and you grip the sheets, crying out, “Yours, baby! Fuck, I-I’m yours!”

“That’s right.” Colby turns your head, planting sloppy kissing to what he can reach of your lips, “I don’t want anyone else feeling this pussy.” He groans out, “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours!” You whimper out squeezing his cock and he groans, “My little slut gonna cum for me, huh? I can feel that pussy squeezing me.” You nod as much as you can with his grip still on your hair, “Y-yes. P-pl-please.”

Colby’s thrust remain strong, hard and rough. He moans, “Have you been a good girl? A good little whore for me?” The whine you let out gets cut short by his hand sliding around your neck, squeezing, “Ye-s. I’ve been a good little whore.” Colby tilts your head back, “Do you deserve it?” You moan loudly as you feel your orgasm teetering on the edge, “Fuck.” You cry out, “I deserve your cock, baby, please please please.”

Colby sits up, pulling out to roll you onto your back, quickly resuming the thrusts he left off with. Your back arches and your eyes roll back as the pleasures starts to mix with a growing ache, “F-Fuck, Colby!” You squeeze his cock and your legs wrap tightly around his waist.

His hands have your wrist pinned down by your head, but if you had your hands on him, you know you’d be leaving red lines up and down his back, “F-Fuck.” Colby continues his pace, quickly causing a feeling of overstimulation to slowly flood in.

His thrust weren’t caring, the grip on your wrist and what he had on your hips weren’t either. You just hope they don’t bruise, but at the same time, you kind of wanted them.

Colby’s thrusts quickly grow sloppy and he leans down, lips connecting to your lips, “Can I cum in this pussy? Mark it as mine, sweetheart?” Half dazed, you nod and gasp as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You moan out quietly as Colby leans down, “Maybe this’ll put a baby in you so people know that you’re mine.”

You close your eyes as you feel Colby’s cock slip out of you and your legs fall to the right when he moves from in between them.

You lay there for a few minutes, eyes closed until you feel the bed dip down beside you. You turn your head, slowly opening your eyes, “Are you still mad?” Colby presses his lips to yours and hums, “No. I know you wouldn’t ever do anything. You were right, I let my anger get the best of me. I’m sorry.”

You reach up, laying a hand on his cheek, “I think we both lost our cool for like three hours.” He sighs, smiling, “Are you okay? You good?” He looks over your body and back to your face. You take a deep breathe, “I think I want to go for a bath, and when we get back..” you smile up at him, poking his cheek, “You’re going to do what you promised me you were going to do.”

He turns his head to kiss the palm of your head, “Deal.”

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[avvail]

Hi, hope you're having a good day today! I was wondering if you could do a scenario where a detective relucently lets a vampire superhero feed on him? mlm, perhaps?

“This is usually the other way around,” the detective hums, one hand in his pocket and the other tapping away the ash at the end of his cigarette. The superhero stands on the rooftop, spine stiff and his expression one of anxiousness.

The detective can practically smell his uneasiness in the air. He’s hiding in the shadows, almost as though he’s too frightened to come out.

It makes him scoff.

“If you need my help on a case, I’m balls deep in the copycat killer case right now,” the detective told him firmly, already building a strong wall to the hero’s protests. Not that he’s making any. “So stop lurking in the shadows like you’re gonna bite my heart out. Jesus, it’s creepy.”

The superhero hesitates, and then steps out of the shadows. He looks worse for wear, and the detective’s eyes roll up and down his form with a clear air of judgement.

“Man,” he hums. “You look like shit.”

The superhero frowns at the cloud of smoke tumbling from his lips, his nose wrinkling in grim annoyance. “Can you put that out?”

“It’s a free country.”

“It stinks,” he snaps.

“Not my nose, not my problem,” the detective raises a brow. “What’s got your panties in a bunch? You’re gloomy.”

The superhero bites his tongue, deciding not to bite. He swallows the insult, his stiff shoulders sagging with a small sigh. The detective steals a few scrutinizing glances at him. Just to observe.

“I need...” He sighs sharply. “I need to feed.”

The detective’s gaze hardens. He already knows what he’s going to ask. “No.”

“Please?”

“I said you keep that shit away from me and I won’t hurl your ass in the nearest prison cell for taking a bite out of those innocent folk,” he reminded him sternly, a flicker of anger sparking in his eyes. “Don’t make me go back on it.”

“I’ve not been feeding,” the superhero whispers urgently. “I can’t. You know I’m new to this and I don’t know what to—”

“The answer is no. Jesus, I can’t believe you dragged me from my work for this.”

The superhero’s gaze softens. He looks crestfallen. “Please...”

The detective swallows back the words teetering on his tongue, drilling an intense gaze into the hero. He notices the eye bags, the pale complexion, and he definitely looks worse for wear. Sickly; the detective’s expression hardens, spitting out a sharp curse. He runs a hand through his hair, stamping the cigarette out under his boot. The orange tip fades into the rain soaked cement.

Why him? He almost wants to ask. He’s a detective, and he should figure this stuff out. He remembers when he pulled the superhero from the wreckage those few months ago, the bad shape he had been in.

This vampire stuff had really knocked him down. The detective hadn’t seen that old confidence in months.

He groans. He should say no. Instead, he rolls up his sleeve.

“Make it quick,” he growls. The superhero’s eyes brighten, and he takes a hesitant step forward.

He goes to grasp at the man’s arm, hesitating just before their skin touches. He notes the way his throat bobs, and then those eyes dart nervously to his neck. The detective knows the question before he even asks.

“Your neck, can I—”

“No,” he snaps, jerking his arm to redirect his faltering attention. “You’re already on thin ice. It’s this, or it’s nothing. Take your pick.”

The superhero’s lips press into a thin line. Then, he nods tersely, and flounders around him for a moment.

“You should sit,” he urges. “You’ll probably get dizzy, and—”

A sharp glare cuts him off. He gets the command. Shut up and hurry up.

The superhero takes a deep breath, thumb prodding the smooth surface of the detective’s flesh for a moment. He seems to simply admire the rush of blood underneath, before he pierces the flesh with his fangs. The detective holds back an instinctive hiss of pain, the sharp pricks almost zapping right up his spine. The superhero might have stopped to make sure he was okay before feeding, but he’d been starved for so long, that he lapped at the beads of blood straight away.

It’s an odd feeling; not unpleasant, but not easy to ignore.

The detective’s jaw clenches, and when the superhero is done, he hides the wound.

“Let’s not make this a habit, huh?”

[catyo90]

Can you please do an imagine where the reader is Loki's wife and a guard flirts with her, and Loki gets protective and jealous and shows the reader who she belongs to?

Marriage Ties

The day was a call for celebration, while it was for the recent victory for Asgard there was a hidden celebration for you and Loki. It had been a year since the wedding of a lifetime. The vibrant drinks and food made you smile as Loki was across the hall speaking to Odin and Thor about the battle. You smiled to yourself as you sipped the fragrant wine as your eyes caught his like a spell.

"Y/n?" Sif said as you brought your attention back to her.

"Forgive me. You were saying?"

"Oh you both are impossible sometimes. I'm surprised Thor hasn't let the cat out of the bag about it."

"We didn't want to bring too much attention to it. After all, its more fun to celebrate it in private."

"Ugh...please don't go into detail." she smirked as she looked at the now empty tankard in her hand. She motioned that she would be back as she looked for one of the servants.

You couldn't help but laugh at the rambunctiousness of the room. Many soldiers were cracking open barrels of ale while some were already drunk under the table. You finished off the last of the wine to suddenly see one of the guards of the palace walk up to you. The heavy smell of alcohol covered him head to toe. Clearly too drunk for his own good.

"Ah my good lady. You are even more fare than Freya and Sif combined. Would...hic.. would you..."

You brought a hand up to the guard. Stopping him from prattling on before he went too far.

"Good sir, I believe your mind is running far in drink. One. I am married to Loki. Two, your far too bold for your own good. If you would please leave me to my own. i would be grateful." you were walking past the guard before you felt a yank on your arm. The guard had grabbed your wrist.

"Oh come on love...No lord like Loki would know how to please a woman like you. Give me a chance and you will change your mind."

You were about to speak before an arm wrapped around your waist pulling you behind their frame. Loki stood in defiance of the guard as another hand was brought up to the guards neck with a knife in hand seated in the crook of the armour.

"Oh my I do believe I misheard you. Care to repeat what you said to my darling wife for me. Then again if you speak my knife may just go a bit to close...for your comfort." The knife was moved just a tad closer as you looked up at Loki seeing his eyes were seething with anger.

The guard stumbled back a bit but feeling the knife inch closer made Loki tsk at the poor sod.

"Ah ah ah. You may not leave until you apologize to me and my wife for your boarish behavior."

The guard looked at you and Loki and started to shake a bit from the glare the god gave him.

"I apologize to my prince, my lady....please."

"That's better." Loki said making the blade disappear with a flick of the wrist causing the guard to grab at his neck in worry as he walked away.

You looked around to see the incident caused a little bit of a stir but with the sudden crack of a barrel against the tables with mead pouring out, soon the celebratory actions resumed.

Before you could say anything you suddenly felt a whisp of magic engulf you and particles of gold and green surrounded you for a moment. You looked away to see Loki had teleported you both outside on the balcony where all the guests would not dare interrupt. Loki walked over to the balcony placing his drink down sighing to himself as he looked lost in his own world.

"That could have gone worse." You say standing beside him finishing the last of your own drink.

"or better in any case. Perhaps I should have turned him into a snake. No....no probably a mouse. Easier to hunt."

You brought a gentle hand to his shoulder feeling the turmoil in his mind.

"My love, will you look at me."

He took a breath as he turned his gaze to you. The look in his eyes, a recognizable pain. Many of the guards as many other Asgardians feared him for his gifts. Some believed he was too sly for his own good.

"Do you remember the day of our wedding. How many looked upon you like you cast a spell on me for my hand."

All Loki could do was nod and his head hung as the memory of leering eyes and hushed whispers throughout the hall echoed.

"Well they were right in a way..." You brought a gentle hand to his face raising his look up to you.

"The moment I saw you...the spell was cast from my heart." You say with a smile.

He smirked as he straightened his stance wrapping an arm around your waist.

"If I recall correctly, you snared mine the moment you talked to me."

"Can you blame me?" you said bringing a hand to his looking out at the vastness of universe, the stars glowed like fireflies the sounds of the whole world faded away for a moment. In that moment it was just the two of you enjoying the company of each other.

He turned to you, a familiar, mischievous smirk playing on his lips, and extended a hand.

“Care for a dance, dear wife?” he purred, his eyes glinting with an unspoken challenge.

You hesitated for only a moment before placing your hand in his. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and as he pulled you closer, a faint shimmer, like heat haze, began to ripple at the edges of your vision.

The glittering lights of Asgard blurred, the distant music faded, and the solid stone beneath your feet softened, giving way to something yielding and fragrant.

When the world solidified again, you were no longer on the balcony of the royal palace. Instead, you stood in a hidden glen, bathed in the soft glow of bioluminescent flora and the gentle murmur of a hidden waterfall. The air was sweet with the scent of unfamiliar blossoms, and the canopy of ancient trees above you was so dense, it felt as though you were truly alone in the universe.

Loki’s smirk deepened, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “Far more private than a balcony with leering eyes, wouldn’t you agree?” he whispered, his grip still firm on your hand.

“A little trick I picked up. This glen… it’s one of my few secrets.”

You gazed around, utterly captivated. The air here was alive, not just with the scent of blossoms, but with a vibrant, almost tangible energy. Tiny, iridescent lights drifted through the air, and the bioluminescent plants pulsed with a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, painting the moss and leaves in shades of emerald and sapphire. The waterfall, previously a gentle murmur, now sounded like a soft, melodic sigh, the waters shimmering like shattered crystals.

“It’s… incredible, Loki,” you breathed, turning to him, your eyes wide with wonder. “How… how did you do this?”

He gave a low chuckle sounding pleased.

“A touch of illusion, a dash of spatial manipulation, and a great deal of practice. Asgard is full of hidden corners, if one knows where to look, and how to make them truly hidden.”

He gestured with his free hand, and a small, perfectly formed stone bench, covered in soft, glowing moss, materialized beside the waterfall.

“Come. The party can wait. Here, we can truly speak, or simply exist, without the clamor of the masses.”

He led you to the bench, releasing your hand only when you were seated. The moss was surprisingly warm beneath you, and the gentle spray from the waterfall was cool on your skin. Loki settled beside you, his gaze sweeping over the glen, a rare, unguarded contentment softening his features. For a moment, the trickster god seemed to melt away, replaced by something quieter, more profound. The silence that fell between you was not awkward, but filled with the soft hum of the glen, a shared secret in a world of grandeur.

You leaned back slightly, allowing the magic of the place to wash over you. The air felt cleaner, sharper, yet incredibly soothing. You found yourself simply watching him, this complex being who had whisked you away to this intimate, impossible sanctuary. He seemed to sense your gaze, his eyes flicking to yours, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Do you find it… to your liking?” he asked, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“More than words can say,” you confessed, a genuine warmth spreading through you.

“It’s beautiful, Loki. Truly. And thank you for sharing it.”

He merely nodded, but the way his shoulders relaxed, the subtle shift in his posture, told you your words had pleased him more than any grand compliment. You simply sat, bathed in the soft glow, the sounds of the glen a lullaby, and the company of the God of Mischief a surprising, perfect comfort.

The gentle hum of the glen, combined with the profound peace of Loki’s presence, began to lull you. Your eyelids grew heavy, the vibrant lights of the flora blurring into soft streaks. You fought it for a moment, not wanting to miss a single second of this magical experience, but the tranquility was too potent. Your head drooped slightly onto his shoulder, and you felt yourself drifting, the last conscious thought being the quiet contentment of being truly safe, truly at peace, beside him.

When you stirred next, it wasn't on the hard stone bench. You were lying on something incredibly soft, yet firm, enveloped in what felt like the finest silk. A delicate, sweet scent, different from the glen's usual aroma, filled your nostrils.

You blinked, opening your eyes to see the same glowing flora, the same shimmering waterfall, but now, directly under you, was a magnificent bed. It appeared to have sprung from the very earth, its frame crafted from smooth, dark wood that seemed to grow from the moss, adorned with intricate, glowing carvings. The mattress was plump, covered in sheets of deep emerald and sapphire, and a plush, fur-lined blanket was drawn up to your chin.

Loki was lying beside you in the bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that familiar, knowing smirk. The soft glow of the glen played across his features, highlighting the sharp planes of his face.

“Sleep well, my love?”

He inquired, his voice a low, amused murmur. He shifted slightly, a subtle invitation in the movement, and the warmth of his presence beside you was a comforting anchor as you snuggled into his embrace.

Both of you shifted, nestling deeper into the soft bedding, and instinctively, you turned towards him. Loki’s smirk softened, and he lowered his head, resting it gently against the pillow beside yours. His free arm curled around you, a light, protective weight across your waist, drawing you closer until you were pressed against his chest.

The fur-lined blanket was pulled higher, cocooning you both in warmth. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your hand, a comforting rhythm that mingled with the gentle sounds of the glen. You sighed contentedly, allowing yourself to relax fully into his embrace, the last vestiges of the world outside this magical sanctuary fading away. For the first time in a long time, you felt utterly, completely at home.