#Edward Dalton smut

[wildgirllz]

Just a little Ed thot I had 🤭

Smut below!

Imagine sitting on Ed’s lap while his back Is against the couch, and you’re watching a movie. It’s late, and both of you are just enjoying the warmth of your bodies so close together.

You start to squirm when a more sexual scene appears on TV, making Edward chuckle. “Honey calm down, just stay still.” The remark makes you slow your movements and you try your hardest to still.

Your squirming must have been a bit too much, as a stiff warmth makes itself at home on your ass. You turn your head, making a sarcastic look of surprise, and he gives you a playful swat. “Hun, you know it’s your fault with all that damn squirming. I could feel you fucking clenching around nothing all over my lap baby.” His crude, bold remark makes your brain go feral.

His hand creeps down your flimsy sleep-shorts, dragging them to the side. “Oh honey, such a damn mess already. Just from sitting on my lap?”

His fingers slide under the band of your panties, making way to your pulsating warmth. Two of his large, calloused fingers enter you as your head leans back onto his shoulder.

He keeps a steady slow pace, fingers penetrating you so deeply, it feels as though you could cry. Your whimpers and moans are music to his ears, as he hums lowly, his lips tracing your neck with sloppy open-mouth kisses.

You feel so close, your hips bucking forward while Edward holds you down. “Finish for me baby, come on. You’re doing so well, so good for me my love.” Praise spills out of his mouth sending you over the edge.

With your mouth agape, a choked cry emits as warmth surrounds your body. Edwards finger slow, and his hands surround your body.

“Shh, it’s okay. You did so well honey, so well.” Your chests heaving slows, as you lay yourself on his warm chest, letting him lull you to sleep.

Requests are open <3 ty for reading!

[mandowifey]

Chase.

Edward Dalton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: If you squint a smidge of DubCon/CONnonCon, Creampie, PiV unprotected sex, predator/prey play, rough play, bruising, Edward gets a little OOC (aggressive), reader is AFAB, pre-established relationship, Vampire/Human dynamic.

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The both of you had stability now. With a blood substitute in production, a new law was passed labeling human kind as endangered. Hunting and farming of them was now considered illegal. This was great news for you and Edward both. He no longer felt the need to hide you away in his home, his secret human tucked away for his eyes only. Being liberated, you begged him to go everywhere, but most importantly the park.

While Edward was still overtly cautious, you were thrilled. Once the car parked you were already clamoring out the door and removing your shoes to leave them behind. Your feet touched grass for the first time in what felt like ages, pulling a cry of excitement from your throat. The cool night air coupled with the plush feel of the grass raised goosebumps on your skin. You felt like a child again. Arms extended you twirled and laughed, while Edward lit a cigarette and watched from a couple feet away.

He smiles, admiring how care free you were in the moment, though realizing something was tugging in the back of his throat. It started like a muscle spasm, his legs tensing and fingers twitching as he watches you jump and twirl around. He'd never seen you move so erratically. Pupils tightening, his nose twitched as he pinpointed your scent, his ears now finely attuned to your slamming pulse. The cigarette dangled from his lips as he watches you, his yellow eyes following each jerk and twirl of your body.

Oblivious to Edwards sudden predatory awakening, you squeal and jump. Your hands open and eyes closed, enjoying the breeze and grass beneath your feet. Everything felt alright in the world, and you were radiating with joy. "Edward! Come play with me I'm-" Your eyes find him, tensed and staring. He looks like a wound coil ready to spring. "-huh." You tilt your head and smile. Halting your rotations, you lower your arms and see his eyes tracking you. When you raise them again, they follow. Smirking, you bite your lip.

Even though he was an apex predator, Edward never truly acted like it. Seeing this part of him made something hot begin to pool in your core. He briefly reminded you of a cat watching birds outside a window. You grin and jerk your arms upward suddenly, causing him to jump and tense, his legs moving slightly like he was about to pounce. His lips were parted just slightly, just enough to brandish his fangs. Ahah. He was waiting for you to run. You consider it for just a moment. Edward had never been like this before, and the thrill was too tempting. Tensing your body, the two of you stare until-

-You shout and take off, arms pumping and legs stretching. Hurling yourself across the open grassy plane, you attempt to create a gap between the two of you. Cigarette falling from his mouth, something primal inside Edward activated. He was after you the second you moved, his eyes wide and pupils blowing out as he ran. The grass was slick under his nice shoes, causing a second delay as he tried to get traction. Something in him needed to grab you, needed to hunt you and catch you. He felt unlike himself but more 'alive' than ever. The distance was closing fast, you were out of shape from hiding inside all this time and a mortal with a heart beat and lungs that had to breathe. Just as he was about to lunge you pivot around a tree.

Sliding, his heels dig into the grass and he pushes off, snarling out a laugh of surprise. His yellow eyes glowing as he tore after you once more. You squeal and laugh, breathless from running so fast for so long. "Gonna have to be faster than that!" You taunt between hasty breaths. Edward says nothing, too focused on catching his quarry to hear you.

Eyes darting, you spot a small play area for children. Since the park was empty, you head for it, your legs pumping as hard and fast as they could. You were so close, when suddenly something hard crashes into your side. Air forces itself from your lungs and you hit the ground and roll, gasping noisily. Disoriented, you realize something is on top of you and you look up.

Edward's big yellow eyes stare back at you, the pupils nearly overtaking the irises. His nose twitches as he crawls over your body, scenting your sweat, your excitement of the chase. You laugh and bring your hands up to push his shoulders. "No! No no!" You playfully cry and squirm, your dress riding up your hips as he notched between your legs. The pushing did not deter him. In fact your resistance only spurred him further. He growls as he noses along your jaw, his mouth latching to the pulse in your neck and sucking hard enough to bruise.

"H-hah, s-stop, stop.." You were breathless, jello beneath him. Your pleas were halfhearted, you wanted this and he could smell it. With a growl, he grabs one of your legs and forces it around his hip, his mouth still sucking marks into you. You could feel the brush of his excitement against your thigh, spiking your heart beat. This was a side of him unfamiliar to you. Your sex life was tame, safe, out of fear he may go too far and hurt you. This was an opportunity you wanted to take.

"Get off of me!" You shout suddenly, putting strength behind your movements. It jarred him slightly as you shove and twist your body, the grass under your stomach now as you scramble to claw yourself away. Edward makes a noise in his throat that frightens you. A cold hand wrapped around your ankle and tears you backwards, eliciting a sharp squeal from you. "No! Let me go!" You thrash and writhe, the struggle only ramping him further. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, you see stars as he pushes your head down into the grass to keep you in place.

Between your panting and grunting, you heard the familiar jingle of his belt. Shifting your knees, you stick your ass up for him, presenting yourself. Edward shivers and lets out a soft growl. His cool fingers tug your sopping panties down to your knees, the night air on your hot cunt making you quiver. He uses a knee to force your legs apart, and you feel him nudging and slipping against your soaked pussy. You whine and squirm, whimpering soft 'please' and 'don't', he pretends not to hear you however. Something prods your entrance and forces in. You cry out as your hot walls suck him deep.

With a grunt, he snaps his hips into yours and leans his weight into the hand holding your head down. The pressure hurt, but mixed with him filling your needy cunt, you cant help but groan. Hunkering into you, Edward sets a punishing pace inside your body. Each impact knocking you forward and back, even with him pinning your head. You choke, gasping as his other hand grabs your leg and lifts it, forcing you to balance on one knee and your head. You scream at the new angle, his thick cock ramming into your end.

He didn't slow. He ruts faster and harder than any human could ever hope. Edward grunts and snarls, his eyes glossing over and his hot breath wafting out. You could feel the warm sting of his pre-cum lathering your walls. This man was unhinged, and you were as lost in him as he was you. Your fingers dig into the soft grass as you shriek and keen under him. The thought that anyone could walk by and see you both fucking so openly and obscenely horrified and thrilled you. Your pussy slicked noisily around him, pliant and willing for each bruising thrust he gave into your soft body.

“E-e-d--ee-e--” You babble, hardly able to speak his name. His panting grew louder and he bares his teeth, his jaw clenched and veins showing in his throat. You knew he was close, his thrusts became uneven and his grip was bruising. The heat in your body was spreading, a rushing feeling filling you, threatening to explode out. You scream for him as he brushes your cervix, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you cum, hard. Walls clenching and spasming around him, he rocks hard into you a couple more times before snapping your hips together and groans out. You can feel the throbbing of his cock and the hot, heavy ropes of his cum spurting over your insides, coating you in his essence. Breathing sharply, you begin to relax, blood rushing in your ears from how hard he had you pinned.

It seemed the orgasm knocked him out of his trance, he gave a low rumble and huffs out a couple breaths. Blinking his eyes back to normal, he looks down at the space you two were joined and gasps, quickly pulling out and putting himself away. “S-shit Y/N, shit I’m so sorry.” He says quickly, flustered. He could already see your skin starting to bruise. “Oh, no Oh..” He mumbles and pulls up your underwear and fixes your dress. You promptly flop over to the side, still trying to catch your breath. “Y/N, I’m-” “Edward?” “- Yes?” You look up at him, his eyes wide and panicked. “It’s okay.” A smile brushes your face and he seems to relax, only a little.

Leaning forward, he kisses all over your face, adorning you in a small display of affection. You close your eyes and tip your head to catch some of them, but go limp from how sore you felt. “Darling?” You hummed, smiling as you admired the vampire leaning above you. When he catches your eyes, you giggle. “You’re gonna have to carry me back to the car.”

[wayward-persephone]

Talking to my lovely friend @purplelupins about this dream I had about being forced to do porn because ✨Money Issues✨ and my costar was Goodnight Robicheaux in all his cowboy glory 🥴

And now I can't stop thinking about all of Ethan Hawke's characters in their respective "roles" as porn actors and you as the new actress getting fucked until you cry 😌

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

List of Character Fanfic Requests V

ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS! I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL FANFIC READERS!

My fifth list of character fanfic requests is opened for requests now.

Links to my other lists are down below:

List of Character I

List of Characters II

List of Characters III

List of Characters IV

When making a request through either my inbox, DM, or comments, please include a plot for the character you're requesting for. This will help me out more when I start writing.

I take time into writing fanfic requests and my own, because I have a job and personal life to handle on a daily basis. So please be patient, kind, and courteous, because it takes me time and energy writing fanfics when I've got nothing else going on.

My inbox is opened whenever I post new requests lists, but keep it closed most of the time. I do keep my DMs (Direct Messages) open 24/7 when the request inbox is closed at the time.

If anybody has questions, DM me and I'll get back to you as soon as I can :)...

Loki Laufeyson-MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Vladislaus Dracula-Van Helsing (2004) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Dracula-Dracula 2000 (With Gerard Butler) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Vlad Tepes/Dracula-Dracula Untold 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Queen Akasha-Queen of the Damned (2002) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Jan Valek-John Carpenter's Vampires (1998) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Edward Dalton-Daybreakers (2009) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Prince Daemon Targaryen-House of the Dragon 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Prince Aemond Targaryen-House of the Dragon 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Arthur Curry-Aquaman 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

King Orm Marius-Aquaman 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Durza the Shade-Eragon (2006 movie with Robert Carlyle) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Credence Barebone-Fantastic Beasts Series 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Morgan Avery-Patient Zero (2018) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Archangel Michael-Legion (2010) 🌸❤️‍🔥👐🏻💐💘🖤🔪🩸🔞

Symbols:

🌸-Fluff 

❤️‍🔥-Smut 

👐🏻-General 

 💐-Dating 

 💘-Romance 

🖤-Angst 

🔪🩸-Violence 

 🔞-NSFW

Citrus Scale: 

🍑 (Peach)-No Sexual Interactions 

🍎 (Citrus)-Romantic hug/or kiss 

🍊 (Orange)-Romantic hug/or kiss with a hint of sexual interaction 

 🍈 (Lime)-Heavy making out with light groping 

 🍋 (Lemon) Actual Sexual Intercourse

[angthelion]

Okay. I’m at work and I think it’s a great time to open request for some characters that was played by Ethan Hawke

What I can write:

M/M or F/M

Smut (NSFW)

Dubious consent

Crossovers with other characters from other media (if I know them obvs)

Relationship not only with Reader but canon-characters too

All kind of kinks except some really hard brutality

Sub/Dom

Age gap (almost all l kind of, at least 16 y.o.)

What I won’t write:

Extreme violence such as evisceration and/or dismemberment

Watersports (maybe with an exception)

Fluff (but I can write romance)

Omegavers (still love it tho)

Characters list:

1. Albert Shaw

2. Arthur Harrow

3. Edward Dalton

4. Ellison Oswalt

5. Ray

[fangirl-writes]

Who/What I Write & Masterlists

Hi, I’m the writer here at fangirl-writes and this is a little masterpost/list for the fandoms and ships and people I write for. Some of them don’t have any content yet, but if you want to request a fic for said ship or person, feel free.

Requests Are Always Open, how fast I get to your request depends on how inspired I am by it and how much time I have in my personal life.

I write: X Readers, Poly Relationship X Readers, Ship Fics, Ot3 fics, Ot4 fics, etc. Friendship Fics, Fluff, Angst.

I WILL NOT WRITE: Smut (can get a little suggestive), Self-Harm, Suicide, Gore, Mental Illnesses (I don’t feel comfortable writing about what I don’t experience), Abuse, Dark Fics, Sexual Assault, Rape, Pedophilia

All X Readers Female Unless Otherwise Stated Or Requested.

I don’t do transgender reader because I do not feel I could do that justice, as I am not trans. Thank you!

If you don’t see a ship or character you want me to write for, shoot me an ask and I’ll let you know if I feel I can write for them or not!

Who/What I Will Write For:

MBAV: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Outer Banks: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: John B. Routledge, JJ Maybank, Pope Hayward

Girls: Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron

Ships:

Jarah, JJPope, KieSarah, CleoPope, KieCleo

Maybe others if requested

Cloak and Dagger: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Stranger Things: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Steve Harrington, Johnathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Argyle

Girls: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Ships -

Joncy, Stonathan, Stoncy, Ronance, Steddie, Jargyle, Buckingham

Mileven, Lumax, Byler, Greatwise

Teen Wolf: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Boys: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken

Girls: Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimira, Malia Tate

Ships:

Scallison, Stydia, Sciles, Scira, Scisaac, Malira, Allydia, Thiam

Twilight: Masterlist (not yet)

NOTE: Movie or Fanon verse only because we hate Stephanie Meyer

X Readers -

Boys: Edward Cullen, Jacob Black, Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Seth Clearwater, Embry Call, Quil Ateara, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote

Girls: Bella Swan, Alice Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Leah Clearwater

Ships:

Bedward, Jella, Jalice, Rosemett, Carlesme, Blackwater, Rosella, Jaspella, Balice, Jakeward, Belliciper, Jacobelaward

Dead Poets Society: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers - 

Neil Perry, Todd Anderson, Charlie Dalton, Knox Overstreet, Steven Meeks, Gerard Pitts

Ships:

Anderperry, Cheeks, Knarlie, Mitts, Daltonperry

The Outsiders: Masterlist (not yet)

X Reader -

Darry Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Keith “Two-Bit” Matthews, Steve Randle, Dallas Winston

Ships:

N/A

The Breakfast Club: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

John Bender, Claire Standish, Andrew “Andy” Clark, Allison Reynolds, Brian Johnson

Ships:

Any pairing between the main five or maybe a crossover ship if you’re into that.

Footloose: Masterlist (nah)

Note: Not really a fan of the remake but I’ll do it. Requests for the original are much appreciated though 🥰

X Readers -

Ren McCormack, Ariel Moore, Willard Hewitt, Rusty Rodriguez, Woody (no last name for this guy, apparently)

Ships:

Any within the canon or a crossover if you’re into that

Hunger Games: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta

Ships:

Everlark, Gadge, Odesta, Hayffie

The Maze Runner: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Gally, Teresa, Brenda, Aris

Ships:

Newtmas, Thominho, Minewt, Thominewt, Brederesa

Descendants: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Merlin: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Merlin, Arthur Pendragon, Gwaine, Lancelot, Guinevere, Leon, Eleon, Percival, Morgana, Mordred

Ships:

Merthur, Arwen, Mergwen, Gwencelot, Morgwen, Perwaine

Julie and the Phantoms: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (pansexual king 👑), Reggie Peters

Male Reader or Platonic only: Alex Mercer, Willie

Ships:

Juke, Willex, Ruke, Lalex, Julie x Nick

Request others and we’ll see 

Avatar the Last Airbender: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers -

Boys: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Jet, Haru, Teo

Girls: Katara, Toph, Suki, Mai, Ty Lee, Azula

Ships:

Zutara, Taang, Sukka, Yukka, Mailee , Yueki, Teoaang, On jaang, Jinko, Yuetara, Yueko, Ty Luko

Maybe others if you request them

Big Hero 6: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers:

Hiro Hamada, Tadashi Hamada, Gogo Tomago, Honey Lemon, Wasabi No-Ginger, Fred Frederickson

Ships:

Tadahoney, Gogodashi, Gogozilla (Fred x Gogo), Honeysabi, Honeyfred, Fredsabi, Honeygogo, Gogosabi

Hiro x his age appropriate love interests

Crossovers if that’s something you’re into.

5 Seconds Of Summer: Masterlist (not yet)

X Readers

Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Queen/BoRhap: Masterlist

- No Longer Writing For This Series

Smosh: Masterlist (nope)

X Readers -

Boys: Anthony Padilla, Ian Hecox, Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Keith Leak Jr., Noah Grossman, Chanse McCrary, Spencer Agnew

Girls: Courtney Miller, Angela Giarratana, Arasha Lalani

Ships: Real People. No shipping.

Miscellaneous:

X Readers - 

Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Ben Barnes, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Timothee Chalamet, Indiana Jones, Trevor Spengler (Ghostbusters: Afterlife), Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians), Howl Pendragon (Howl’s Moving Castle)

Maybe other actors/musicians/characters if you request them

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Masterlist

A list of my old writing that you can request I revise

Song Prompts

Meeting and Dating Headcanons~

Pretty in Pink

Andie Walsh

Duckie Dale

Blane McDonagh

Steff McKee

Sixteen Candles 

Jake Ryan

The Lost Boys

Paul

Dwayne

Poly Lost Boys

Edgar Frog

The Breakfast Club

Brian Johnson

John Bender

Andrew Clark

The Outsiders

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Two-Bit Mathews

Rumblefish

Steve Hays

Ferris Buellers Day Off

Cameron Frye

Karate Kid

Daniel Larusso

Johnny Lawrence

Dutch

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

Jason Dean

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Jeff Spicoli

Brad Hamilton

Better Off Dead 

Lane Meyer

Weird Science

Gary Wallace

Wyatt Donnelly

Dream A Little Dream

Dinger Holfield

Bill and Teds Excellent Adventure

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan 

Dating Poly Bill and Ted 

The Princess Bride

Inigo Montoya

Interview with the Vampire

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Children of the Corn

Malachai Boardman

National Lampoons 

Rusty Griswold (European Vacation)

Cant Buy Me Love

Kenneth Wurman

The Chocolate War

Jerry Renault

Archie Costello

The Mighty Ducks

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Adam Banks

Les Averman

Porkys

Brian Schwartz

Anthony ‘Meat’ Tuperello

Tommy Turner

Tim Cavanaugh

Mickey Jarvis

Just One of the Guys

Terry Griffith

Greg Tolan

Dead Poets Society 

Neil Perry

Todd Anderson

Charlie Dalton

Knox Overstreet

Steven Meeks

Earth Girls are Easy

Mac

Combat Academy 

Perry Barnett

Waynes World

Garth Algar

Austin Powers

Austin Powers

Toy Soldiers

Ricardo Montoya

Good Will Hunting

Chuckie Sullivan

10 Things I Hate About You

Joey Donner

My Bodyguard

Ricky Linderman

Melvin Moody

Stand and Deliver

Angel Guzman

Something Wild 

Ray Sinclair

Three O’Clock High 

Buddy Revell

Intruder

Randy

Young Guns

Jose Chavez y Chavez

Billy the Kid

Doc Scurlock

Dazed and Confused

Benny O’Donnell

Don Dawson

Kevin Pickford

Randall “Pink” Floyd

Fred O’Bannion

Mitch Kramer

Ron Slater

Shavonne Wright

Dogfight

Eddie Birdlace

Ladybugs

Matthew

Goosebumps

Sticks

Freddy Renfield

Twister

Robert ‘Rabbit’ Nurick

Stand by me 

Ace Merrill

School Ties

Rip Van Kelt 

Chris Reece

The Untouchables

Eliot Ness

The Godfather

Tom Hagen

(Young) Vito Corleone

(Old) Vito Corleone

Goodfellas

Henry Hill

Little Shop of Horrors

Seymour Krelborn

Newsies

Specs

Near Dark

Severen

Friday the 13th

Jason Voorhees

Scream

Billy Loomis 

Poly Billy and  Stu

Stu Macher

The Craft

Nancy Downs

Hocus Pocus

Max Dennison

Thackery Binx

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Adam Maitland

The Crow

Eric Draven

Ghostbusters

Ray Stantz

Aliens

Bishop

An American Werewolf in London

Jack Goodman

Sleepaway Camp

Ricky Thomas

Re-animator

Herbert West

Silence of the Lambs

Clarice Starling

Fright Night

Jerry Dandridge

Candyman

Daniel Robitaille

The Evil Dead

Ash Williams

Sabrina the Teenage Witch

Harvey Kinkle

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Spike

Full Metal Jacket

Sgt. Hartman

Joker

Animal Mother

Pyle

Preference~ the boys with an s/o whose ex stalks them

Grease

Kenickie

Labyrinth

Jareth

Total Recall

Douglas Quaid

Requested “Would Includes” and Imagines/Fics~

Darry falling for Johnny’s sister

Allison Reynolds dating a shy nerdy girl

Starting a family with Cameron Frye

Making out with Cameron Frye

Cameron Frye comforting you when you’re upset

Getting drunk with the Ferris Bueller crew

Gary Wallace dating a tall girl

George Mcfly with a dominant flirty s/o

Comforting and being comforted by Will Hunting

Will Hunting having a crush on you

Being apart of the good will hunting gang

Armand with a virgin s/o (including nsfw)

Lestat and Louis dating a girl who loves horror movies

Making out with Duckie Dale

Duckie Dale cheering you up

Cliff having a crush on you

Making out with Cliff

Making out with Bryce

Bryce having a crush on you

The Lost Boys with an s/o having an anxiety attack + fighting depression

The Lost Boys with a sweet and innocent s/o

The Lost Boys with a curvy mate

The Lost Boys fighting with their mates

The Lost Boys dating a shy short girl

The Lost Boys taking care of you when you’re hurt

Getting drunk with the Lost Boys would include

David x Laddies older sister

Making out with Edgar Frog

Being Married to Archie Costello

Going to the beach with Archie Costello

Making out with Archie Costello

Darrys girlfriend landing a job at a local cafe as a singer

Making out with Kenneth Wurman

Being Cindys friend and Ronalds crush

Harold Sherbico having a crush

Kim Kelly dating her polar opposite

Neil Perry dating an artist

Making out with Charlie Dalton

Jealous Charlie Dalton

Jealous Knox Overstreet

A study date with Steven Meeks

Spending the winter season with Neil Perry

Comforting Charlie Dalton after he gets expelled 

The dead poets walking in on Charlie and his secret, shy girlfriend 

Simon Boggs having a crush on Laneys friend

Faking It-Cindy Mancini falling for the girl who paid her to be her friend

Spike having a crush on you

Steff McKee having a crush on you

Marko having a crush on you

David having a crush on you 

Paul having a crush on you

Dwayne having a crush on you

Dwayne x vampire reader who dresses like Stevie Nicks

Making out with Keith Nelson

Meat having a crush on Peewees sister

Admit it- Mickey Jarvis and his future s/o having crushes on each other

Being a part of team USA and meeting Adam and Charlie

Dwayne Robertson having a crush on you

Sleepover with Bill and Ted (including nsfw)

Being pregnant with Ted Logans child

Starring in the schools Romeo and Juliet with Ted Logan

Ted Logan asking you to be his valentine

Spending Valentines day with Steff McKee

Spending Valentines day with Steven Meeks

Spending Valentines day with Keith Nelson

Spending your first Valentines day with Bryce

Wishing I Was Her (Nick Andopolis)

If You Want Out Just Say It (Ace Merrill)

Going on the Ferris adventure

Going on your own adventure with Cameron Frye

Making out with Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Travelling back in time with Marty McFly

Tommy Devito dating a chubby artist

Years Gone By (Michael Corleone)

Sonny Corleone dating his opposite

Phillipe Gaston x reader~ Fairy Tale 

Being Fulton's sister and Dating Dean Portman

Comforting Todd when he’s upset

Being married to Bill S. Preston Esquire

Being married to Ted Logan

Spending Halloween/October with Knox Overstreet

Making out with Knox

A will they, won’t they relationship with Seth Brundle

Falling in love with Edward Scissorhands

Dwayne Hicks with an Android!Technician s/o

Private Joker dating an artist 

Jareth falling in love with you

Being married to Matt Hooper and going to Amity

The way you make me feel~ John Bender

Being in a long term relationship with JD

J.D. with a chronically ill s/o

Archie with a chronically ill s/o

Making out with Ted Logan

Archibald Craven falling in love

Andy Dufresne falling in love

Nsfw Headcanons~ 

Group sex with the lost boys

Sam Emerson

Threesome with Obie and Archie

Armand

Archie Costello

(sub) Archie Costello

Obie

Johnny Cade

Cameron Frye

Duckie Dale

Blane

John Bender

Randy (Intruder)

Joey Donner

Kenneth Wurman

Keith Nelson

The Dead Poets Kinks

Knox Overstreet

Charlie Dalton

Steven Meeks

Todd Anderson

Neil Perry

Gerard Pitts

John Bender taking your virginity

Louis de Pointe du Lac

Dinger Holfield

The Lost Boys

JD

Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd

Benny O’donnell

Fred O’Bannion

Cliff

Bryce

Johnny Walker

George Mcfly

Brian Moreland

(sub) Perry Barnett 

Bill S. Preston Esquire

Ted Logan

Randy Meeks

Michael Emerson

Nancy Downs

Ray Stantz

Egon Spengler

Spike

Angel Guzman

Sgt. Hartman

Brad Hamilton

Douglas Quaid

Chris (night of the creeps)

Sonny Corleone with a shy, virgin s/o

George Mcfly getting jealous and being dominant

Grease Monkey (Keith Nelson smut)

Sins of the flesh and matters of the heart (David x reader + Dwayne smut)

[thimbleswrites]

with the lights out, it’s less dangerous | the last time

Pairing: Frankie Dalton x Original Female Character

Genre: Angst / Drama

Word count: 4k

Warnings: love/hate relationship, implied smut, suicidal thoughts

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3884773/chapters/8685547

Author’s note: I wrote this a long time ago but I’m posting all my fics on my writing blog. I explain more about the Blood Donors concept in the a/n on A03 if anyone’s interested, click the link above.

Summary:

Anita, a human that Edward has been harboring in his house for years, struggles with the isolation of living as a fugitive in a world full of vampires. With the threat of being reduced to nothing but a Blood Donor looming just outside the walls of Edward's house, she must decide whether it is time to end it all or find a way to deal with the desolation.

But is the dangerous game she finds herself playing with Frankie Dalton, Edward's human-hunting brother, the best solution to her loneliness?

Set pre-Daybreakers.

Next: honesty hour

"Goddamn it, Frankie, I have until sundown to get some sleep before a shit load of work tomorrow – I'm not having this conversation again; it's done!"

A beat of silence follows the words as the dismissal rings heavy in the air and a resounding snarl tears through the tension. Anita grimaces at the sound of footsteps up the stairs and tries to press herself back against the hinged door, into nonexistence – a thin hand clawing at the threshold as she waits with bated breath.

No matter how many arguments she heedfully witnesses, how many times Edward tells her that she is safe after Frankie blows in and out of their lives over and over again, how many times she manages to make it just one more day without being caught and forced as a Blood Donor: the dread that makes her stomach clench in an almost paralyzing sort of fear is a constant reminder that she is never safe.

The comfort of safety is not a luxury she can afford – not anymore.

The years spent hiding with a decreasing amount of fellow human who had refused vampirism had not been wasted with pointless dreams of a secure future. Those days were harsh, dirty, and cruel – but in each other there was at least a small repose of normalcy. Humans living (well surviving, because what they had been doing was not actually living) with other humans.

A human living with one (sometimes two, she remembers with a tingle up her spine) vampires, though.

She wants to laugh at the thought of such an illusion as safety for someone in her position, but seeing as it's the one thing standing between her and becoming a daily juice box, she refrains. That is if she could remember how to laugh; the muscles surrounding her mouth are usually only ever exercised into a frown and she imagines that the act of straining them upwards might be foreign and difficult.

Her attempt at becoming a chameleon is at once deemed futile under the fierce gaze of Frankie Dalton as he passes in the hall. He's only just gotten back from his most recent tour of duty and as per usual he is staying at Edward's during his break, unable to afford an apartment he would scarcely ever use.

The first few days of his return are always the worst; Edward almost never remembers the day of Frankie's arrival and the latter's mood turns sour the moment he comes home to see his welcome party consists of one: a somewhat interested (and punctual; she doesn't have much to look forward to these days and even his return on the calendar is something) Anita holding a propped open book in one hand and the world's tiniest banner reading Welcome home, asshole! in her other as she lounges comfortably on a sofa in the office room, ready to leap to her crawl space at a moment's notice.

Just as she thinks that maybe, just maybe this time he will continue to his seldom-occupied bedroom and ignore her, he stops walking and looks her down as if she is a lower species; a turkey attending the Thanksgiving dinner. There is distaste clear in his eyes, rage too, and something even darker that she recognizes somewhere in the back of her mind but does not want to dwell upon.

Anita glowers bitterly up at him, willing him to feel her disgust at him, too, for him to know that this isn't exactly the ideal living situation for her either. A small part of her feels ashamed for those sort of thoughts – the last thing she wants Edward to think she is is ungrateful. She owes him her life, however useless it may be now.

Once, a couple years back, when on a supply raid with her group she had been wounded by a lone poor, starving vampire who had found them and attacked. Her party had left her there, assuming her to be dead, so it was not abandonment – not really, she would have done the same.

Self-hatred burns her insides with the knowledge that this new world – one with the rule of vampires and the hunt of humans like livestock – has charred her soul black to the core, a sense of meaningless survival (what is the point to her life?) taking control on instinct so that she has to fight every day to remember what humanity truly means.

But with an abundance of luck and patience on Edward's part, he had found her bleeding out (thankfully not infected; she'd rather die) and managed to get them both back to his place to nurse her back to health. Her constant attempts at his life or escaping had slowed things down considerably, but she eventually healed and came to the hard realization that her pack was gone. She knew by then they would be cities away and that she was alone. It was with little hesitance that Anita had accepted Edward's offer of shelter and food. Protection, too, but that was taken lightly.

She's never been one to depend on others; she likes to pull her own weight, and her current title of hidden house guest makes her restless. When she had first began living with Edward, she had offered him her blood – not straight from her veins, obviously, but with the proper equipment she would have given him enough, regularly but not nearly as much as she'd have to if she became a Blood Donor, to cushion the blow of his blood-bill. But he had refused; said he didn't drink human, and it would have been a lie to say she was too disappointed. The same offer was never given to Frankie – probably because she knows now, and knew then, that he would not have refused.

"Well, if it isn't the root of the problem." Frankie grinds out, his jaw clenched as he takes a step towards her. "Tell me – do you think Ed sees your face on the humans at his company or just dollar signs?"

She blinks indifferently, keeping her silence. They've danced to this song before, and honestly, she's grown too phlegmatic to be baited so easily.

"Probably not the money." He adds, his voice hard. "He pities you humans too much for his own good. And you in particular, doesn't he?" He chuckles darkly and points at her with his index finger. "No, you're his favorite little stray kitten – here to stay."

At his sneering words she looks back at the small opening across the small office that leads to the crawl space she spends her time in when the sun falls and darkness resumes – a pathetic excuse for living quarters but she is none the wiser, having been in worse conditions while on the streets. At least she has the sleeping bag to herself now.

She is allowed out during the day or when Edward is home and does not have company, but rarely downstairs and always, always she must be quiet (so quiet it is like she is not even there) in case the neighbors can hear. He cooks her food mostly (something she wishes she could do for herself; Edward is an appallingly bad chef) and she is permitted to have a shower every few days even though she has to use his toiletries. She does not mind much, though – things like that have not been a problem for her in a good long while.

It is not that Edward wants to keep her on a short leash so much as he is very meticulous in ensuring that she remains hidden, for his sake and hers. Every single thing is planned and routine; if he is to buy too much extra food or household necessities or if his guest notice that he seems to be housing three occupants, it might raise unwanted suspicion that would be better to avoid entirely. Paranoid, maybe, but it works. And although she will never dare to complain, living in such circumstances is taking the wear and tear out of her.

While food comes easier now than what she has been used to (having been malnourished since she was barely a teen) she is still unhealthy; her skin too pale from the lack of sunlight and the natural growth of her body stinted by the crawl space, making her appear pinched, and so much smaller than she should, too emaciated and frail to the point where she wants to avoid mirrors at all cost on some days. The perpetual dark rims under her grey eyes from many sleepless nights give her the appearance of a ghost, and her hair is almost always in a wild tangle of mousy blonde strands, but sometimes on her more vain days, she manages to run her fingers through it enough to tame the mess. Throughout every thing that has been lost to the war of vampires against humans, vanity seems to trail behind her in a race to catch up; not quite there but never too far behind either.

She looks hollow, dead in the eyes, and it's only fitting, really – she feels the same way.

Anita wishes that she could take pride in her quiet strength – she yearns to think of herself as one of the heroines from the books she reads to assuage her boredom (Edward has books everywhere, scattered in piles in all the nooks and crannies of the house and then some), biding her time before she can join the Revolution with her fellow humans, but honestly, the fear and cowardice that is still present, hidden beneath the bitter sorrow and ferocious contempt, only makes her feel weak. Weak from the tears that wet her pillow at night when she is by herself in the crawl space, holding her arms around her middle as if it will help the sickness, left with nothing but thoughts of death and blood and the unfairness of life.

She misses her family more than she ever thought she would, and it's unbearable because it leaves a gaping, festering hole in her chest that makes her want to lie still until she just stops breathing. At those times, more than usual, it stumps her how anybody could want to live forever. It's a consuming, mindless sort of grief that leaves her breathless and exhausted, hating herself for dwelling on the past when her current standing in the food chain demands all the focus she has.

Anita hates weakness.

And Frankie makes her feel weak.

Especially when he is this close to her, his head tilted down so he can meet her wide eyes, and his body so near her that she can feel the coolness of him. She hates the terror it instills in her at the thought that he can infect her with a smile on his face and her flesh in his teeth if he so desires. And he does desire it – he's told her so, after the two brother's verbal throw down matches over Edward's aiding and abetting a human criminal in his own house, a house that Frankie inhabits ("By knowing and not saying anything it makes me an accomplice, Ed!"). Edward thinks his threats of turning them in are empty ("He won't say anything . . . he owes me." Ed told her once when she had voiced her concerns) and he hasn't yet, however, Anita wouldn't put it past him. She can't turn a corner in a house that Frankie's in without having a threat to turn her thrown in her face.

Even more than that, though, she absolutely despises the other feelings he sparks in her too. The ones that make her flush with heat in her veins and an ache between her thighs from the longing to be close to someone again. Anita despises him for being a selfish monster and she despises him even more when he's not. She despises the salacious want he infixes in her when he glances up with sharp, trained eyes from whatever he is doing to watch her walk back to the office after a shower when she is in only a towel. But more than anything, anything else she despises herself for having allowed him to toy with those feelings periodically over the last four months.

As Frankie stares at her, something akin to understanding glints in his eyes and he takes a quick step in her direction, making her fall back two. After a moment she has enough sense to worry he might have recognized the look in her eyes as more than offense at his words. There is a familiar sort of triumph in his voice as he sneers, "Something bothering you, pet?"

The sound of the taunting sobriquet he had long ago christened her coming from his lips is far too palatable for her to handle so she imagines what the screams of the humans he has hunted and forced into the Blood Revenue Agents hands would sound like instead, so loud and terrible that it can banish those bad, bad feelings that surround her off to another place where things that are wrong go to.

For the moment, it works.

"Yes – you are standing too close," Anita finally murmurs, and something frightening in her roars at the covetous flash in his eyes as they narrow at her, but she silences it by biting her tongue, unable to resist the opportunity to wipe the smirk off of his face. "And I can still smell the blood of my people marring your precious honor, sir."

The corners of his mouth twist down at her mockery and he raises his chin, trying to intimidate her with his authority, but the vampire soldier card no longer makes her shrink in fear as it once did. She has had quite a bit of time in the weeks of Frankie's absence to prepare herself for his overwhelming presence that has always had a different effect on her than Edward's. She will no longer permit herself to be a distraction for him to amuse himself with whenever he likes purely because he can. She is more than his filthy little secret, and certainly better than him.

Her lips thin and she brings herself to full height, which is only a wee few inches shorter than him, but still her neck cranes up slightly to meet his gaze. She has pushed off from the door and he moves backwards to avoid physical contact. The fact that he is the one who falls back weighs heavy on him and his frown deepens in anger.

His relentless harassment over the years has been all too entertaining for him because of the easy prey she has always presented him with. His ability to read her like an open book is almost congenital – Frankie knows Anita to her very core; her thoughts, her fears, her dreams, he knows exactly what to do to provoke her. He can send her into a furious rage with a few casual words or tear her apart by a single deliberate look. But now the game has changed. She has surprised him with this sign of defiance; this charge of offensive play, and he does not know how to react to it.

A small thrill shoots through her from his falter, and the courage it gives her comes out in the smooth words she spits into his face, "Something bothering you, Frankie?"

She can almost taste victory in her mouth when his ochroid eyes flash and he quickly leans into her, a smirk curling onto his face, making her stumble back away from him and warily glance at the protruding fangs that press into his pale lower lip. He smiles widely to show her his teeth more clearly; a wolf's grin, and watches her clenched jaw tremble beneath the unspoken threat, eyes dancing and alight with the prospect of a challenge.

"Careful now, pet, wouldn't want to cross lines you can't come back from, would you?" He cautions.

The air feels weighted with the tension, as if electricity is crackling against her skin, sending sparks through her nervous system but she holds her ground and straightens. The warning is obvious in his voice; he wants her to know that he is in control. She hates that.

He is so close she can feel his breath fanning her face, and although it makes hers come in faster than she would care to admit, Anita resists the urge to swivel her head to the side. "Fuck your lines."

The curse word feels strange on her tongue, although she is pleasantly surprised at the evenness of her tone, and she enjoys his confounded look at her having taken a page from his book – he frequently uses the crude terms, and at least one adolescent innocent tendency has always made her wince when he casually refers to them – but it had sounded sharp and primitive and she is impressed by herself. She instantly realizes that she likes how fierce it makes her feel.

"Ooh, such language, Nita. Wouldn't expect it from you." He grins at her, his tongue grazing briefly over one fang, so quickly that she barely notices it with a sweeping sensation sent straight to her toes, and continues, "And while I appreciate that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, maybe you should mind your manners for now. After all, pets who misbehave must be . . . castigated."

Her knees quake, nearly giving out at his tone: almost a teasing threat, and that realization makes her stomach flutter in equal parts fright and excitement. She inhales deeply, pulling down the frayed sleeves of her sweater past her fingers.

Frankie's smile fades as his mouth contorts into a thoughtful expression and his eyes size her up. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but she is not sure if it is because of the dread in her stomach or the heat that flames in her cheeks and along her ears when he steps forward with his arms extended out on either side of her head, efficiently trapping her between the door and his body. He pushes a strand of hair from her darting eyes with a gentle motion; a mocked sign of affection, and lets the tip of his finger rest on her temple.

He is pushing her, stretching their interaction like a rubber band, testing to see how far he can go before she breaks. He doesn't have to push far this time – a simple movement; he bites gently and deliberately into his lower lip and his eyes drop to her mouth – and then she is shoving his arms away scathingly, hitting him with her fist as she turns to her crawl space.

Frankie catches her readily around her waist and flings her back against a wall, grabbing her wrists in his hands when she tries to struggle and pinning them above her head. His face is close enough to hers that she can clearly see the smile lines in his right cheek when the corner of his lip quirks up in that crooked grin that makes her loathe these moments with him as much as she secretly looks forward to them, although, she will never admit the hold he has on her; a strong fist around her rotting heart, forcing it to pulsate when the beats begin to degenerate.

Sometimes she wishes he would just let her die.

He thrusts a knee between her legs, pressing his body onto hers, and she can't breathe – she can't even muster the energy to ignore the way her body responds to the familiar feeling of him against her; the way her hips cant upwards into him, all but unwillingly.

And sometimes she wants nothing more than this.

"Fuck you." Anita seethes, because he looks so smug, like such a smug bastard that her blood practically boils and she feels alive.

"Hm, fuck me?" Frankie muses. "You're being rather straightforward today."

"Well, you know what they say." She returns with a sharp grin on her face that she saves just for him. "Bold is beautif – oh!"

He had ducked down into her neck, his mouth opened wide, and for only a moment she considers that he is finally making good on his threat to tear into her jugular vein, but it's not his teeth. It's his tongue, and she thinks that might be worse. He's kissing the base of her throat, ravaging the skin there (because Anita will shit a brick if she ever sees Frankie being tentative in his actions), and it almost hurts; she knows there will be a bruise there in a few hours.

There always is.

"Wait." She protests wearily, her heart beating a tattoo of his name onto her rib cage. "You said it was the last time. We agreed – we agreed the last time was it."

"I changed my mind." He says easily, his mouth trailing up to her jaw. "God, you're so fucking warm."

And the low, guttural sound of his voice makes her knees actually give out this time. He only tightens his fingers around her wrists, though, and his thigh between her legs keeps her upright, but oh – his thigh between her legs. She trembles.

Her eyes fall closed with a pleased, drawn out sigh and he lets out a breathy laugh.

"You want this just as much as I do, don't you, pet?" He taunts, scraping his fangs lightly over her skin.

Anita growls but before she can retort he presses his lips to hers and kisses her in a way that only he's ever done; hard, deep, angry. He releases her right hand and she presses her palm to the nape of his neck, holding him in place as she responds to his jabbing remark by nipping at his bottom lip. She makes a noise at the back of her throat when his tongue invades her mouth.

He's cold – all vampires are. But Anita doesn't see it like they do in the old YA novels about the then-mythical vampire, it is not just some side effect of being a dashing creature of the night like the young heroines think it is; it's one of the things she hates the most when she's with Frankie like this, because it reminds her that he is dead. He has no pulse, no heartbeat. Frankie is cold like a corpse, a walking disease.

This thought gives her resolve a burst of renewed strength and she tugs her other hand free from his grasp, holding tightly to his shirt as she pants, "We can't keep doing this." But even as the words leave her, she allows her hand to drift down towards his stomach, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen beneath her exploring fingers.

Jesus, help me, Anita thinks desperately, he's my Kryptonite.

He's undeterred – his mouth hovering over hers, golden eyes watching her intently as his hands go to her hips and he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of her pants. "Why not?" He asks, softly, the words drifting over her lips.

She pauses, distracted by the way his fingers stroke circles onto her skin.

He smiles at her hesitancy, touching his lips lightly to hers.

The tenderness throws her into momentary surprise, but he suddenly grips the back of her thighs and lifts her up, propping her against the wall as her legs lock instinctively around his waist, and there's nothing tender about what's digging into the inside of her thigh. She gasps when his hands slide up her sweater, one at the small of her back and the other on her breast.

She kisses him fervidly, nearly slicing open her tongue on his fang, and cradles his jaw in her hands – he grins into her mouth, apparently satisfied by her response, and her body screams this is the last time, just once more.

"I'm not into necrophilia – you son of a bitch," Anita murmurs, short of breath, but even she hears the fond way the words are spoken.

"Shut up," Frankie groans as his mouth goes to her collarbone, his hand tugging one of her legs higher over his hip while his groin steadily rocks into the apex of her thighs as if to prove his next words, "D'you think I want to want this? I've taken playing with my food to an all new level."

And she doesn't even try to stop the morbid laugh that leaves her as he carries her to his bedroom.

It's the last time, after all.

-

[wayward-persephone]

imagine you have your period and Edward dalton notices, how do you think he would react. sorry if i make you feel uncomfortable

I have no decency and also always horny so not a lot makes me uncomfortable 😌

He would definitely notice before you even do. I fully believe that he would catch the influx of hormones and would be very handsy with you. He would be hugging you and nuzzling into your hair, into your throat, and he would be purring at you almost constantly. The second you walk into the room, he's purring and prowling over to you, and at night he curls his body around you like an oversized cat.

Then you wake up with a start one day, disoriented and confused over what woke you in the first place, and it doesn’t take you long to figure out what it was. Edward was nestled between your spread thighs, your panties thrown to the floor with the blankets, and he was busy licking and suckling at you like a man starved.

Which he kinda is.

He would have your legs spread wide open, nearly pinning them open to the bed, and his expression is one of fierce concentration and pure bliss. His tongue his lapping through your slick folds, suckling at your clit briefly in a way that made your entire body shudder, and then he’s licking into your aching hole. You shriek when you blearily make out the faint smear of red on his lips and you instinctively try to snap your legs close while your brain screams at you to pull him closer and push him away.

The sudden snarl he lets out when you try to pull away is animalistic and it makes you cry out softly at the vibrations against your sensitive flesh. He opens those eerily bright eyes that glow in the dim light of the bedroom and he peers up at you from between your thighs. The message was as clear as the tongue fucking into you. Edward would spend the next few hours licking at you. Bringing you to multiple orgasms until you are a limp teary-eyed mess and he wouldn’t stop.

The taste of you mingled with your blood is like an aphrodisiac and he won’t stop until he’s had his fill.

[wayward-persephone]

Dirty Prompt List

(Endearments will be changed depending on the character 😉)

“This is a one-time thing.” “That’s what you said last time, sweetheart.”

“Don’t talk, just spread your legs"

“I could watch you ride me all day

“Home is too far away. No one’s going to see us here.”

“I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock.”

“On your knees. Right now.”

“Ready for another round, baby?”

“Someone’s happy to see me.”

“They’re all distracted. They’re not even going to notice.”

“Were you just masturbating?”

"Who cares if everyone’s watching?”

“You’re so cute when you’re all needy.”

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

“You take me so well, don’t you?”

“See what you do to me?”

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Why don’t you go put on something pretty for me?”

“Pushing back against my fingers already? You must be desperate.”

“I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I need you. Now.”

“I love your expressions when I’m inside you.”

“You look so good on your knees like that.”

“Are you going to be good from now on?”

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.”

“Come sit on my lap and let me show you how much I missed you.”

“Pull my hair”

“You know I don’t like to be teased.”

“Come here, baby, let me take care of you.”

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

“Aww, is my sweetheart getting shy?”

“Come on, take it all like a good little pet.”

“It’s okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I’m between your legs.”

"Come here then, you can sit on my cock until I’m done working."

"I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

“You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.”

“Really? You wanna have sex….here? Now?”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now”

“Slow down, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You can take it, you have before.”

[wayward-persephone]

Spicy Prompt List

“So fucking good for me. So perfect…and all mine.”

“If you’re smart, you’re going to stop struggling and kiss me back right now”

“Be good for me, sweetheart. We wouldn’t want to see those tears again.”

“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.”

“Red is the perfect color on your skin.”

“You look the best when you’re at my mercy.”

“Despite what you think, I only like when you cry when there’s pleasure involved.”

“You will do what I ask.”

“Do I have to lock you inside for you to get the hint? You’re mine. And what’s mine doesn’t get to leave.”

“You say you’re begging for forgiveness here, but if you were begging…you would be on your knees.”

“Don’t you dare fucking try it. You know you can’t outrun me.”

“Just tell me you love me—even if you don’t, I don’t care. I just need to hear you say it.”

“This is your last warning, sweetheart. Either you’re obedient, or I’ll make you obedient”

“Does someone need a spanking?”

“You’ve been so good lately. Don’t make me have to punish you…”

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

“The next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their fucking hands off.”

“You’re so cute when you’re struggling.”

“Just give into me, sweetheart. We both know you want too.”

“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“Do you really think you can get away from me?”

“You’ll be safe as long as you stay with me.”

“You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky.”

“The safest place is with me.”

“Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

“Tell me you love me as I fuck you.”

“Oh, so you do like being choked! I always knew you were made just for me.”

“Sorry for the restraints. Are they hurting you? I can take them off if only you don’t try to run away again.”

“Hearing you say that makes me want to fuck you so badly.”

“I hope you understand how far I’m willing to go for you—how many rules I’m willing to break for you.”

“You’re mine. You know that right?”

“Sure, I’ll let you run away, but if I catch you…then it’s fair game for me to do what I want.”

“Are you so desperate for human contact you’ll come to me? Good, that was the whole point.”

“You look so beautiful like this…covered in all of my marks.”

“Shh, don’t cry. You’re safe with me.”

[wayward-persephone]

Kink Prompt List

Please let me know if you are requesting this as a prompt or a headcanon. Because I'll automatically assume headcanon 🙃

Breeding kink

Aphrodisiac/Sex Pollen

Body worship

Frottage

Exhibitionism

Fully clothed sex

Cuddlefuck

Hair pulling

Inappropriate location (please list location if you have one in mind)

Mutual Masturbation

Middle of the night sex

Morning sex

Quickies

Size kink

Pussydrunk

Thigh riding

Oral fixation

Cock warming (please elaborate if oral or not. Or else I’ll randomly decide)

Biting/scratching

Public sex

Multiple orgasms/marathon sex

Choking

Period Sex

Riding

Anonymous sex/one-night stand

Ownership/Possessive

Risqué (first time with kink of your choice)

Rough sex

Unprotected sex

Spooning sex

Oral sex (please elaborate who is giving/receiving)

Age difference

Claiming/Marking

Predator/Prey (Primal play)

Shower sex

Lactation kink

Touch starved

Aftercare

Consensual Non-consent

Wild Card (you pick whichever topic you want that isn’t listed/or a different variation)

[wayward-persephone]

A/B/O Prompt List

“Why are you resisting your nature?”

“Do you think you can take my Knot?”

“I can smell it. You’re in heat.”

“Look at your neck. Look at the marks I left. You are mine.”

“I-I can’t stay when you’re… like this…” (in Rut)

“Your smell is… intoxicating.”

“If you don’t want me to breed you, lock yourself in the bedroom.”

“Resisting your nature is only going to make it worse.”

“Fuck! You stink of beta pheromones. You could have gone more subtle.”

“You’re too weak to make a nest.”

“I can’t help it that you smell so good.”

“I don’t need you. I can do this alone.”

“You’re my Omega, and mine alone.”

“As an Alpha, I have the right to claim you, the Omega, and you know that, don’t you?”

“I thought you were on suppressants?”

“Y'know, I am an Alpha, I could help you with your heat, if you want me too…”

“Be a good Omega and bend over.”

“Do you really think this thing will keep other Alphas off of me?” (ex. a collar)

“I got into some trouble today. I sort of punched an Alpha in the face when he touched me. Long story short, there’s a couple of officers at the door who would like to talk to you about getting control of your Omega.”

“I don’t want an Alpha.” “You covering me in your scent says otherwise.”

Omega goes to an Alpha and clings on them to get away from another creepy Alpha/Beta.

Alpha goes into rut and the closest Omega comes to save them before they cause any damage.

“My ex-boyfriend is here, please scent me before he tries to do something.”

“I want to nest, but it’s laundry day and I can’t find any supplies.”

“Did you know that it’s very intimate to offer an Omega your pillow/sweater for nesting?” “…No I did not…”

[wayward-persephone]

Character List:

>I'm always open for more character suggestions!<

Wolverine/James "Logan" Howlett (X-Men Franchise)

Gabriel Van Helsing (Van Healing 2004)

Victor Creed/Sabertooth (X-Men 2000)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber (The Black Phone)

Arthur Harrow (Moon Knight)

Edward Dalton (Daybreakers )

Ellison Oswalt (Sinister)

Goodnight Robicheaux (The Magnificent Seven)

James Sandin (The Purge)

Ray Harris (Raymond and Ray)

Russell Millings (Adopt a Highway)

Troy Dyer (Reality Bites)

Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

I also write group preferences 😉

Prompts:

(These are just suggestions! Feel free to send in your own or if you just wanna talk headcanons ☺️)

NSFW Alphabet List

Kink Prompt List

A/B/O Prompt List

Dirty Prompt List

Spicy Prompt List

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Masterlist

What I Will NOT Write For:

Self harm

Dom!reader

Angst

Anal sex/Pegging

Su!c!dal thoughts

Other:

My Reddit Videos

I have no decency so nothing is too filthy 😈

I love writing about the Omegaverse (and honestly any other Alternative Universe 😏)

I mostly prefer writing smut/romance over anything else ❤

I also prefer only writing for femReader 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's just easier

My inbox open even if you just want to chat about these characters 😊