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lovemomhatepolice · 2 months

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lando norris nswf alphabet (part 1) (minors DNI!)

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) No matter how rough and long you have sex, Lando behaves like a typical Lando afterwards. Of course he giggles under his breath, as if it was his first time. And he freaking blushes!!! He then loves to cuddle up to you even more (as he stresses - you need to appreciate the contact of naked body to naked body) and you lie together for a long time before you go to prepare a bath together or a quick shower (depending on your mood) while you wash each other. Oh, how he loves to wash your hair….

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Lando loves his abs in himself. Well, I beg to differ, superbly muscled, gym-trained…. Yes, Lando is definitely proud of it, and especially when he sees that you like it too. That works on him the most. He also likes her eyes, I think for many reasons, but I beg - who wouldn't love those bright beautiful eyes? Exactly!!!

What does Lando love about you? I think it will also be the eyes. The boy loves to look into them and could do it for hours. They are such a damn mystery to him, and yet he knows them so well. He loves to look into them when you are happy and they sparkle or when you squint them with laughter. But he definitely loves to look into them when you close them from the euphoria that grips your body during your sex. A better view Lando has never seen before, I promise.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Lando loves to see you in his cum. I know how it may sound, but there is no better sight for him than your lips around his cock or your shapely breasts that are all in his seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Without hiding it, Lando has fantasized more than once and more than twice about being completely dominated by you. The very fact that he adores you on top during sex says a lot. He loves it when you take control, and all he has to do is hold your hips to support you as you bounce. Even so, this doesn't happen too often and mostly Lando takes control, but in his head for a very long time exactly such thoughts have been forming….

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) I wouldn't say that Lando is some very experienced. He had a few sexual experiences with other women before you, but nothing binding (except his previous girlfriend), so I think he only started to discover the depths of sex with you. But you can't deny that he is vague or can't do something. God, I swear, Lando is the fulfillment of your every need.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Nothing fancy, let's not kid ourselves - despite the fact that you are young, you do not overdo it. Lando's and your favorite positions? Oh, definitely cowgirl. Norris loves to see your breasts bouncing right in front of his face. When you let out a quiet moan as he fills you to the brim. When he can look at your face constantly and sneak kisses that aren't very precise. And his other beloved position is total wall sex. No matter where - whether in the shower or in the kitchen or even in the hallway. Lando loves to do this, especially since at this point you are completely dependent on him and he hugs you with his whole body.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Well, I beg you - you know Lando. The giggles in your bedroom (and not just your bedroom) are an integral part of sex. As I mentioned - the boy also blushes all the time. So no, serious sex with him is not an option. Even if you have a damn intense and romantic moment, Norris will always pull out some funny line and say it. Unless he is angry, oh, then his laughter you won't hear for a damn thing, but how long does it last? A maximum of two hours and it passes. Lando can't get mad.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) I don't think this is one of the thoughts that occupies his head in any particular way, but I think he has a neat. He shaves there out of habit, but it's not always a 100 percent shave, so I think you've seen a light stubble more than once. And as for you, I think he doesn't have too many requirements either. As long as it was neat and hygienic, yes it gives you free rein. After all, it's not his body (well, kinda like that…), the decision is yours.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Well, all right, but despite his giggles and funny tics, you will hear from his mouth lots and lots of comments about yourself. How good you are to him, how great he feels, how much he loves you…. Lando is a romantic - he may not show it too often in a serious way, but all of his still small youthful acts (even though he is already 25) are infused with love. If you tell him once that you want to make love by candlelight in a bathtub full of foam - voila! The next day, or maybe even the same day, your wish comes true.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Well, Lando does not shy away from masturbation. Rather, he doesn't practice it often because you are constantly next to each other and his level of sexual gratification is in the right place, but if you happen to be away, why not? But it should be acknowledged that he has never masturbated to any videos or photos or anything not related to you since your relationship began.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Dom/Sub sex - As I mentioned before, Lando often has thoughts in his head that you should totally dominate him. But I don't mean some kind of BDSM (although…) or degradation. Simple domination over him, though, here. Since you are 50/50 in life…. Well, and maybe a little voyeurism - he wouldn't mind if you entered the room, if he was just masturbating. Or the other way around. He himself also would not forgive such a view.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Couch or shower. I don't know why, Lando just has it that way. He loves sex on the couch probably because then you're mostly upstairs and he can spread out on your damn comfy couch. And the shower? That's the realm of greater intimacy for him. He really enjoys taking a bath with you, even when it's just a simple bath - without sexual overtones.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) You. Simply you. Lando still has a boner with you, which is of course damn funny for you, but well, don't kid yourself, we both know that you also get your panties wet at the sight of him. Whether morning or evening, whether in sweatpants or a elegant dress. It doesn't matter to him. You are so damn beautiful and exciting to him that such silly things as clothing go away. You could even be in a straitjacket and he would continue to appear extremely clingy next to you.

A/N: part two is already here! english is my second language i will be very pleased if you leave something behind - orders are open, and I am very close to 200 followers! maybe I can get in by the end of the week?

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dannyphantom-zero · 5 months

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Doctor Danny: First official chapter

The busy hospital was on its last leg. Nurses and interns were scattered, running around like mice.

Sounds of trauma care patients and emergency care patients alarms were constantly ringing.

In the midst of it all, one calm collected doctor cared tenderly for each patient.

He, was Danny Fenton, who used to be known for having two crazy ghost enthusiasts for parents. He still loved his parents despite how hard it was growing up as half ghost.

Jazz had told them a long time ago and they had ignored it for the most part. Like that side of him didn't exist.

It had hurt at the time but Danny had managed to move past it. After successfully securing his position as ghost king (on accident) he put his newfound authority to good use making the ghosts swear a vow to behave.

A ghost vow is a big deal, which is why Danny swore a vow in return acknowledging them, if ever a ghost were in danger he would help them.

After the lack of ghost attacks Danny found he had next to nothing to do. His only hobby outside of playing video games had been ghost fighting. He hadn't realized how used to it he had gotten.

Danny hadn't even picked the college he wanted to go to yet.

Danny approached the Nasty Burger, his last refuge.

That's when he noticed a man who seemed a little out of it. The man stumbled making Danny wonder if he was drunk.

Danny turned to go inside when the man collapsed. Danny rushed over to the man and rolled him on his back. He checked for a pulse but couldn't find one.

Of course he wasn't exactly medically trained.

Danny dialed nine-one-one and started to perform CPR as best he could.

He explained to the operator clearly the situation and the ambulance came in no time.

Later that night Danny was processing the events in his head and instead of feeling scared or nervous he felt excited.

He was thrilled to have something to get his blood pumping again. Which is why he applied for med school. He studied hard, using all the time he had to memorize all the medical information that he could.

After graduation he interned at Amity Parks local hospital before moving up his position to resident.

Only a week after getting his new position he was forced to leave the hospital. It was closing because of a lack of funding.

"Please sir! What about the staff or the patients?"

The head of the medical board shook his head.

"Dr. Fenton, this hospital runs on little to nothing to begin with, we are lucky to have even made it this far. The patients will be transfered and the staff, relocated"

Danny furrowed his brows in concern.

"Don't worry Dr. Fenton, your quite literally the best we've seen walk these halls, your sure to get a good recommendation"

Danny clenched his fist.

"What are my options?" He asked.

The board looked at his sheet, flipping several until he found the right one on his clipboard.

"You said you wanted to work at a busy hospital right?"

Danny nodded yes.

"There aren't too many around here, the busiest hospital I can think of belongs to a crime ridden city a bit far from here." He said.

"Gotham City"

Danny's breath hitched. He had heard about Gotham before. It was notorious for its villains.

Despite that, it was alluring.

"There! Send me to Gothams hospital!" He said suddenly and eagerly.

"Okay, if you say so. Do us all a favor and survive alright"

Danny laughed, "sure, I'll do my best. No promises though"

Just like that Danny packed up moved to Gotham.

He had little time to research Gotham before hand but he had heard several mutters in passing of a place called Crime Alley, a strange nickname for sure.

Danny was sure that this place would either be completely clean due to police intervention or incredibly overrun.

Danny signed a lease at the Shirley Apartments.

"Are you sure about this young man" the desk lady asked him.

He smiled kindly.

"Yes I am, I've heard the rumors and have weighed the risk. In the end it might be helpful to know just how my patients love to receive the injuries they do"

The lady sighed.

"That's right, you said your a doctor. Be careful out there, any talent in Gotham is either warped by a villain or destroyed"

Danny was a little startled by the warning, apparently there was even more to Gotham than he knew.

"I'm sorry I forgot to ask for your name"

"Didn't give one, in Gotham it's best to remain anonymous"

Danny blinked a little surprised.

"It's that dangerous, well I'll take your word for it then, thank you miss" he said as he took the key from her.

He had been able to store the old car his dad had given to him in a locked garage. He wasn't sure how well it would hold up but there was only so much he could do against humans.

Ghost powers had little, of any, effect on humans when it came to offense. Defensively they were pretty great to have.

He had only brought five boxes with him, no furniture. Back in Amity he had been busy studying and had brushed aside buying furniture.

Unfortunately that meant he had no bed.

Danny was glad to have found a beaten up wardrobe. It was missing it's doors and was leaning to the side, even so Danny was able to fix it and hang his clothes up in it.

He grabbed one of the boxes and smiled warmly when he saw a Fenton Emergency pack inside.

His mom must've stuffed it there when he was looking, lucky for him it had a sleeping bag.

An air mattress would've been nice too, but it's the thought that counts.

Danny safely stored his two favorite pictures. One of him with his family and one with his friends.

They were hidden just in case someone decided to break in, not that there would be much to find anyway but it never hurt to be careful.

Danny went to sleep soon after despite the sounds of the city.

Danny woke up feeling refreshed. He grabbed his bags and hopped in his car.

Danny hadn't realized how busy Gothams hospital actually was. Danny pulled into Gotham General and as soon as he was in his scrubs and coat he was dragged into the frey.

"We need a doctor over here!" Someone called just as Danny had finished with a patient.

Despite having to run around all day Danny wasn't tired, his ghost half supplied him energy after his human side ran dry.

All in all Danny first day on the job was hectic and he had worked for fourteen hours.

Once he was back in his apartment Danny set up a table that he had pre ordered online.

Then he got to work. According to his knowledge, most of his patients had suffered from some kind of attack or other.

Most of the heavy hitters were villains named Joker, Penguin and two face.

The riddler was taken care of, Poison Ivy had been rehabilitated and Harley Quinn had broken free from Jokers choke hold on her.

There was also the less obvious villains, like the business man lex Luther.

Lex Luther was shady at best, while no one could get hard evidence on him most people knew to be wary.

But just being informed didn't stop them from falling into his traps.

Lately Bruce had done official business with Lex Luther, which made him a suspicious person whom Danny had decided to keep tabs on, he was wary of the rich and for good reasons.

The cork board above Danny table has a litter of documents and pictured pined by red string. The players who were out of the game were crossed off.

Then there were the vigilantes. A few of them had been known to be rough, a necessary violence.

Still they seemed to have little awareness of what their little battles did to other people. Because many people came in for minor injuries due to being caught in the crossfire.

Which meant Danny had to find a way to keep everybody in line so patients would decrease in number. Danny let himself sleep for four hours before returning to the hospital.

"Oh my gosh, Doctor Fenton is still here" one nurse whispered. It had been a full day and half, Danny was running on his ghost half that seemed to keep replenishing itself due to the toxic air of Gotham. A positive side effect.

"How does he never get tired?"

"Maybe he's superhuman" one girl cracked. They noticed as he rushed by them to get to another patient.

"He's quite handsome too" one said wistfully, "but who wants a husband that works all the time"

Danny noticed the next patient seemed tense and he kept screaming for his daughter.

Danny whispered in the man's ear and put a hand on his forehead. He had used a ghost technique he learned from Nocturne and the man calmed down.

The other doctors were impressed as they worked to care for the man's injuries.

Finally the head of the unit noticed Danny and after reviewing his chart had forced him to go home.

"I don't feel fatigued at all sir, I promise I am not compromised. I can care for the patients"

The head wasn't having any of it.

"Above all your health is just as important as the patients we care for. For them to get healthy, you have to be healthy. Go home Dr.Fenton, you can come back after you get at least ten hours of sleep."

Danny wanted to argue but he knew the head was right.

"Yes sir" he said before changing into civilian clothes and leaving the hospital.

Now that he was out of a hospital setting things like hunger started to appear.

Maybe he had been to focused to notice how hungry he had been.

Danny blearily noticed a fast food place. His instincts told him the food would be greasy and way too unhealthy.

Mmm, comfort food.

The nostalgia fought with his doctoral instincts and won. All Danny wanted was to sit in a booth and eat some greasy food.

Danny ordered the double cheeseburger with bacon with a side of ten pieces chicken nuggets and large order of fries.

Waiting, even for five minutes, was starting to make Danny ravenous. As soon as he got his food he sat down and started gorging himself.

It was pretty good food for a little fast food place in the world's worst city.

Danny liked the tenderness and crispiness of the burger, the cheese was melted just right too.

Danny dipped his nuggets in sweet n' sour sauce while fighting the urge to kick his legs like a happy little kid.

As Danny left the restraint he saw an alert on his phone for a villain attack and rushed to the scene.

To his satisfaction the culprits were already being hauled away in police custody. They were just small fries, not of them appeared connected to a big player, so Danny was free to shut them out of his mind.

Which is exactly what he did. Danny drove back to his apartment and let out a sigh of relief.

That's when he noticed his door was slightly ajar.

His guard was up immediately. Danny stepped inside cautiously. He was relieved when everything appeared untouched but the scare had sent him a trip to get stronger locks.

On his way back to his car from the store he heard sound of a glass bottle breaking in a nearby alley. It was small alley, from what Danny could tell it was also a dead end alley.

Taking a risk Danny stepped in and chills went down his spine when he heard labored breathing.

Danny rushed over and froze at what he saw.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #dpxdc #redhood #JL #DoctorDanny #batfam

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harunayuuka2060 · 5 months

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*MC's family came to visit the Royal Palace.*

Falena, Leona, and Kifaj: ...

MC's father: Thank you for granting us permission to visit today. I sincerely appreciate the opportunity.

MC's brother: Yo, ex-brother-in-law~! Looking good today, aren't we? *waves at Leona with a goofy smile*

Leona: *scoffs*

MC's sister: Can't you be the least respectful, brother?

MC's brother: I don't know. Stop being delusional first. I might consider you.

MC's sister: *glares*

MC's father: Behave. Both of you.

MC's father: *bows his head to Leona and Falena* Please excuse my children's behavior.

Falena: No, no. It's fine. Though I wonder why have you decided to pay a visit all of a sudden?

MC's father: *raises his head* *and looks at them straight in the eye*

MC's father: I want to meet my grandson.

Falena and Leona: ...

Falena: *smiles awkwardly* Please forgive me, but MC has... strictly instructed us that you should talk to them first before seeing Prince Liora.

MC's sister: How rude! They're just a commoner and they dare to instruct the Royal Family?!

Kifaj: Miss, I would like to point out that you are the one being rude to the one who gave birth to the prince.

MC's sister: E-Excuse me?!

MC's brother: We just need to ask them, right? Can you tell us where they are?

Leona: In my room, resting.

MC's sister: Y-Your room? But... aren't you two divorced? You shouldn't even-

Leona: Who are you to tell me what to do? You're just my former sister-in-law.

MC's brother: True! *nodding*

MC's sister: *hits him*

MC's father: I see that His Royal Highness still cares about MC.

Leona: ...

Leona: *smirks* Hey, father. Can I ask you something?

MC's father: Of course, Your Royal Highness.

Leona: I want to marry MC under the divine law of transcendentals.

Leona: Will that be possible?

MC's father: ...

MC's father: Prince Leona, you and MC are already married under the divine law.

Leona: !!!

Falena and Kifaj: *surprised to hear that information*

Falena: Goodness! Is that true?

MC's father: Yes. However, if the spouse who is not a transcendental decides not to acknowledge their divine marriage, they can do so.

Leona: Heh. So spiritually, we're still a couple? *smiling*

MC's father: Yes.

MC's sister: *is on the verge of tears*

MC's brother: Ooh... I know that hurts. *funnily side-eyeing his sister*

Kifaj: It seems the information has left a smile on your face, Your Royal Highness.

Leona: Is it?

MC's brother: Now all you have to do is to make them fall in love with you.

Kifaj and Leona: !!!

MC's brother: *has been following them from behind*

MC's brother: Yo! *smiles*

Kifaj: Sir, I thought you had already left...

MC's brother: Hm? I want to see my baby nephew! And father asked me to take pictures! *does a peace sign*

Leona: I don't think MC will approve it. Go home.

MC's brother: Eh? We're not close, sure. But we're not enemies either.

Leona: ...

Leona: Anyway, about what you said earlier-

MC's brother: You want suggestions? :3

Leona: ...

MC: Why did you suddenly ask me to play chess?

Leona: I just remembered that you like playing this.

MC: *looks at him, trying to discern his intention*

Leona: ...

MC: ...

MC: What did my stupid brother tell you?

Leona: ...

Leona: *sigh*

Leona: He said that one of the reasons you agreed to marry me was because I was good at playing chess.

MC: Hm. He's not wrong.

Leona: ...

Leona: Really?

MC: Yes.

Leona: How come? *couldn't hide his interest*

MC: ...

MC: *recalls how Leona looks beautiful while crushing his opponent*

MC: Beat me in this game and I will tell you.

Leona: *smirks* Okay.

*After a few minutes*

MC: Checkmate.

Leona: ...

Prince Liora: *giggles*

Leona: *frowns* I want another round.

MC: Hm. Alright. It seems entertaining for Liora. We can continue so he can watch how you lose.

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst leona #twst baby liora #twst falena #twst kifaji #twst divorced au

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reticent-writer · 5 months

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Hey! Well, actually, I really like the set of stories about Teen!Reader and Alostor where the reader is classified as an assistant, I would like a story that shows how they met and how they get to the point where they consider him an assistant and their confidence to say him dad? Thank you, I'm sorry if the request was very long. (Writing this I remembered the fight Alastor and Lucifer had over Charlie about who she calls Dad, I felt it would still be a good scenario for indignation)

An: I had a storyboard for this exact thing but its messy and if you don't know me you probably wouldn't understand how my mind works but basically i have ocs for this

This took a bit longer because it happens before Alastor and reader dies plus I gave reader a family so...... some basic info

Y/n was born into a family that was picture perfect on the outside

father was a factory worker Mother was a dressmaker

Doll House by Melanie Martinez fits them perfectly

Y/n was the middle child of 5

When Y/n was born the eldest (Atticus boy) was 10, Second eldest 6 (Alma girl), Middle child (y/n)

when y/n turned 4 their parents had twins (Giles boy, Gideon boy)

This is a glimpse into my mind. It might not make sense.

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-1920-

Y/n is 10.

Your parents were perfectionists, especially when it came to the public eye. The L/n family was always the center of attention in your little town, deep in Louisiana.

You and your siblings were constantly dressed in Sunday's best.

"Kids make yourselves look presentable. A client is coming soon." Your mother called out from her 'workspace'. kids aren't allowed in there.

"Can't we just stay in our rooms." Atticus complained from his spot on the couch.

"Get. Dressed."

Atticus groaned as he got up to go to his room. On his way, he knocked on your door before opening it.

"You're supposed to wait for a response, Jackass."

"Next time you curse at me I'm poppin' you." He threatened but you knew he wouldn't do anything, "Mom said get dressed, tell Alma."

He closed the door before you could complain. You heard the shuffling of his feet as he ran to his room.

His room was at the end of the hall. the hall was short with 2 doors on each side. Alma was across from you and the twins were next to her.

Right across from your room is Alma's. She's going into her preteen years and started to spend more time in her room. Your mother says she's adjusting to becoming a woman and needs her time alone. She's also becoming very snappy.

You slowly opened your door to stare at hers. You slowly walk into the hallway and up to her door. You knock three time and wait for a responce. She didn't open the door.

"I heard Atticus." Her voice was horse and strained but you believed what your mother told you.

That was all you needed to get yourself ready.

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Your mother made all (except for Alma) of you sit in the living room and wait for the client.

*knock knock knock*

"He's here. You better behave." She says before opening the door with a smile only guests see, "Alastor, It's so good to see you again."

"Good to see you to, my dear and my my look at the children. They all seem to be in good health." He greeted all of you with a smile.

"Hello sir." Atticus spoke for all of you.

"You seem to be missing one." Alastor commented, making your mother chuckle.

"She's been feeling under the weather as of late, come along I need to take your measurements. Atticus, Y/n prepare some tea." She ordered.

Alastor and your mother went to her workspace and she shut the door.

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That night went smoothly until your father got home. He didn't like the fact that your mother was in her workspace with a man and the door closed, even if he was a client.

It caused fighting -well more than there normally is anyway- between your mother and father. It's always been easy to make your father mad.

It got worse when Alastor took notice of it he came by more often with the excuse of having gifts for you and your siblings.

He gave you a radio to listen to him when he went on air. Atticus was offered a job at the radio station. Alma got a set of jewelry.

This angered your father more and instead of taking it out on Alastor or your mother he took it out on you and your siblings. Atticus tried to protect all of you.

One day your father and Atticus got into a really bad fight and your brother was shot. He didn't make it.

It was around the same time when a horrid smell started coming from Alma's room. Your parents said she caught a fever and no one noticed but you didn't believe them anymore.

From then on you started distancing yourself from your family and growing closer to Alastor.

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When you got older (16) you started working with alastor at the radio station. He taught you how to live life without worry.

He treats you like your a person and not just your parent's child.

Your parents treated you like a decoration. Alastor treated you like a child he didn't know he wanted.

You found out he was a murder by accident. You forgot someone at the station late at night and went back to get it to see blood spattered in the talking booth.

At first you thought it was Alastors so you took a gun that the station had in case of emergencies and followed the trail.

Opening the back door you saw Alastor dragging the body. The two of you made eye contact. Your body moved without hesitation and helped him hide the body.

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Sadly, there are times a birth parent is a dud.

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This is long and not what I usually write but it's been stuck in my head for a while.

A/n: I've decided to cut the twins and make y/n the youngest. I had something for them originally but it's better for just Alma, Atticus and Y/n

Art by @ghostly-one

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #child reader #x child reader #teen reader #platonic #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel angst #reticent writes #reticent writer

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dark-konohagakure2 · 2 months

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Hiii can I request a yandere Itachi the gently forces himself onto a f reader. Like she's hesitant and unsure but Itachi keeps touching her all over until he's deep inside her

tw: noncon, Jinchuriki!Reader, kidnapping, age difference, praise, manipulation, dacryphilia, semi-public sex

All characters depicted are 18+

Itachi rarely ever interacts with the Jinchuriki that the Akatsuki captures, the only time he does is when he himself is the one sent to capture them, and when Itachi does capture a Jinchuriki, he prefers gentle coercion over brute force, especially with the younger ones.

The one he's been assigned to capture is an adult but just barely, having recently hit the ripe age of eighteen. Initially his intentions are purely just to capture her for his organization, but seeing the younger girl crying and trembling in fear of getting captured does something to the Uchiha, making him feel aroused for the first time in ages.

He isn't too rough with the young Jinchuriki, gently yet firmly leading her away, his grip on her arm like steel. Once the two of them are away from prying eyes Itachi will start making a move on her, gently touching her soft body while murmuring soft words to her, his words are soothing but do little to ease the girl's fears as the older man touches and molests her.

His slender hands dance across her smaller body, his hands touching her chest and stomach as he slowly eases his cock into her virgin cunt. She's so overwhelmed with fear that she doesn't even register that he's inside of her until he outright tells her that he is.

"Now now, none of that... See? It's already inside of you, was that so hard? Now just behave yourself like a good girl and let this happen..."

He keeps touching her even with his length buried deep inside of her, whispering soothing words into her ear as he thrusts into her, holding her gently yet firmly in his lap as she squirms and cries, begging him to stop, but her pleas fall on deaf ears and the Uchiha continues to gently violate her.

One hand with be groping her body and holding her in place while the other is covering her mouth, they aren't exactly behind clothes doors, and he knows it would be very humiliating for her if anyone saw her getting fucked by an Akatsuki member in broad daylight, so he helps her keep her volume down. He's just so considerate.

When he's getting close, he'll be slightly more rough in order to achieve climax quicker, and when he finally does cum, he'll do it inside of her, not seeing any point to him pulling out when she's probably going to die at the hands of the Akatsuki anyway.

Once he's done with her he'll maintain his "kind" demeanor, although he'll be slightly more cold and professional, forcing her to come with him even when she's sore and dripping with his cum.

"Good girl, you did very well. Now come along, I wouldn't want to keep my leader waiting any longer..."

Once he eventually does return to the Akatsuki's base with Jinchuriki in tow, he might even be feeling so generous as to offer his teammates a turn with her. That's just how considerate he is of the needs of others.

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scarletsknight · 2 years

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patience

wc: 2.7k

paring: eddie x fem!reader

cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, soft dom!eddie, established relationship, mentions of marijuana use, thigh riding, spanking, masturbation (reader receiving), pussy slapping, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fingering, praising, degradation, spitting, finger sucking, pet names, oral sex (receiving), sex while under the influence, unprotected sex, pwp, implied aftercare

a/n: this was inspired by an audio i found on twt a few weeks ago so..enjoy 😁

You've lost count of how much you've smoked at this point. You also lost track of time, not realizing the sun had long gone down.

Hours have gone by, and the two of you have barely left the bed, stuck in a continuous cycle of smoking and fucking.

Eddie's lips feel so good against yours, you can't get enough. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back and deepening the kiss. You feel Eddie's fingernails dig into your skin, scratching down your thighs, making you moan into his mouth.

Eddie's hands started roaming all over your body. Goosebumps rose on your skin from the rings on his fingers when he slipped his hands under the shirt you were wearing. His fingers found your sensitive nipples, rolling them under the pads of his thumbs before tugging on them.

You bite down on Eddie's lip with a whimper and he laughs.

"What's the matter, princess?"

"I'm so fucking wet," you whisper against his lips while subconsciously rutting your hips against his thigh.

You weren't sure if it was all the weed you smoked or the number of times Eddie's made you cum today, but all you could think about was him touching you.

"Yeah, baby?" he placed his hands on your ass, starting to direct your movements, "You want me to do something about that?"

"Please.." your voice dies when he flexes his thigh, the denim from his jeans rubbing against your clothed clit just right.

Eddie crashed his lips into yours, swallowing your moans. Eddie's hand landed on your ass with a loud smack, and you whined into his mouth, clenching your thighs around his.

"Dirty fucking girl, riding my thigh like this," Eddie panted against your lips, "you're so fucking hot." he smacked your ass again.

"Eddie, please-"

Then the phone started ringing.

Eddie seemed to ignore the annoying ring, but your high couldn't help but lead you to overthink.

"Eds, the phone."

"I know, sweetheart. But you're close, aren't you?"

You bite your lip, unsure to answer the question because Eddie puts your needs above all else.

"What if it's your uncle? It could be an emergency."

"Always such a considerate angel," he caressed your cheek before you moved out of his lap and let him get up.

You aren't upset about your lost orgasm, knowing Eddie would make up for it at least three times over.

He walks to the phone that was by the door of his room, not leaving your eyesight as he answers it from the doorway.

You weren't listening to what he was saying to whoever he was talking to. You were too lost in thought, eyeing your boyfriend from across the room. Your eyes roamed all over his body. He was only wearing jeans from when he had to answer the door for the pizza delivery guy. Your eyes studied his tattoos all on display for you to ogle over before falling down to the tufts of hair on his lower stomach, peeking out from behind those handcuffs he has on his belt.

Eddie noticed how you were practically drooling over him, and he smirked.

"Yeah, give me fifteen minutes." was all you heard from the conversation.

Eddie hung up the phone and started to head back towards you.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, it was just Pete. He wanted to see if I could deliver." Eddie sighed, putting on a shirt he had just lying around.

You didn't let yourself cum for a drug deal...

"You want me to come with you?" you ask.

"No," he stopped you, "I want you to stay right here like this," he kissed you, "Cause I'm not done with you," Eddie slipped his hands between your legs and cupped your sex.

"Okay," you nodded.

"Be good for me and behave. I won't be long."

You rolled your eyes with a huff, "Fine."

Eddie playfully shook his head at you before heading out the door.

The first five minutes felt like five hours, and by the tenth minute, you had grown completely restless.

The longer you lay in Eddie's bed, wearing his clothes, the harder you knew this would be for you. He was all around you, his music, his clothes, his smell. The ache between your thighs grew stronger by the second.

One little touch couldn't hurt, right?

You softly stroked your clit over your panties. Relief flooded all throughout your body, firmly pressing your fingers into the damp fabric.

You drew your hand away only for the ache to return.

You knew your fingers would never feel as good as Eddie's, and he was going to come back any minute. But you needed to be touched so desperately.

Your hand slipped past the waistband of your underwear, and you started caressing your wet folds.

You bit your lip with a whimper, soaking your fingers in your slick. One of your hands snuck under Eddie's hellfire shirt you were wearing to tweak your nipple between your fingers.

Your lips parted as you softly moaned. You started rocking your hips against your hand uncoordinatedly rubbing circles on your clit.

"Eddie," you whined.

All you wanted was to feel your boyfriend's hands on you, but yours were good enough for now as you could feel that knot tightening in your lower stomach again.

"You just couldn't wait, huh, baby?"

Panic floods your body, hearing his voice.

Eddie stood in the doorway with his tongue poking his cheek, "I told you I wouldn't be long."

Eddie kicks off his shoes and takes off his jacket as he makes his way over to you.

You try closing your legs, but Eddie stops you.

"Ah ah, keep those pretty legs open for me," he places his hand on your knee, "You just couldn't resist, could you?" he asks, sliding his hand up your inner thigh.

"I'm sorry, Eddie-" you start.

"Don't be sorry, baby, I'm not upset," he says, his hand continuously inching higher towards your heat, "You sound so fucking hot moaning my name while you touch yourself," he says lowly in your ear as his fingers brushed over your clit.

Eddie ran his fingers through your folds, letting your juices coat his digits. He groans lowly when he feels how wet you are.

"Such a fucking needy thing, you just wanted my fingers so bad," he said, taking his hand away from your pussy and bringing his fingers to your lips.

Without hesitation, you open your mouth and let Eddie slide his fingers onto your tongue. You swirl your tongue around his digits, humming at the taste of your juices staining them.

"Good girl," Eddie mumbled, watching you hollow your cheeks around his fingers.

You released his fingers with a pop, spit connecting from your lips to his hand. He brings his wet fingers back to your core, teasing your pussy.

Eddie parts your folds, staring at your clit, begging for attention before letting spit dribble out of his mouth and onto your pussy.

The sight turned you on so much you thought you were gonna go crazy.

"Just making sure you all nice and wet for me," he tells you, using his thumb to mix his saliva with your wetness.

"Eddie~"

"That feel good, sweetheart? Want me to keep going?"

"Please,"

"How badly do you want my fingers?"

"So fucking bad, please, Eddie. Please touch me."

"Yeah?" you didn't see the growing smirk on Eddie's face when he started tapping your clit with his fingers. You tried to close your legs with a whimper when he lightly hit your sensitive skin, "How bout that? That feel good, princess?"

The feel of his ring-clad fingers coming into contact with your pussy in light slaps, hurt but in the most delicious ways.

"Eddie," you grabbed onto his wrist. Not to stop him but prevent him from moving his hand away.

Eddie lost himself in the feeling of you against his hand, his fingers expertly teasing your lower lips. He rubbed two fingers against your slit before dipping the digits into your heat.

He was enamored with the way your face twisted up in pleasure from his fingers stretching your walls. The metal of his rings bit your skin, a cool contrast against your warm skin.

With his other hand, Eddie grabbed your face making you look at him, "I told you to be good and behave, didn't I?" he firmly held your chin between his fingers. "You just couldn't stop yourself from being a needy little slut."

He laughed when he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers from his condescending tone.

"But that's what you are, isn't it? A slut only good for having her holes filled by me,"

"Eddie-oh my god!"

"You gonna cum, angel?" he asks, curling his fingers against your gummy walls.

"Please, please. Let me cum, Eddie. I'm sorry, I'll be good I promise."

"Shh, it's okay," he silenced you with a kiss. "Cum," he told you.

You swore you were gonna sink into the mattress beneath you, losing yourself in euphoria. Eddie's name repeatedly tumbled out of your mouth as you came on his fingers, thanking him.

"That's it, baby. That's my good girl," he praised, kissing your skin as you came down.

You whine when you feel the emptiness after Eddie takes his hand away from you.

He examined the slick coating his fingers, even his rings glimmered with your juices.

Eddie didn't even think twice about sliding his fingers into his mouth, licking your essence off his hand.

He grabs your jaw, crashing his lips into yours. Eddie pulled away, leaving your swollen pouty lips chasing his for more. He squished your cheeks together, and you stuck your tongue out before Eddie spit in your mouth.

You grinned as you closed your mouth and swallowed.

"You're so gross," you laughed.

"Like you aren't as equally nasty," he kissed your lips.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him close. Eddie grabs your thigh, rutting his clothed bulge into your pussy.

You start tugging on his shirt, telling him you want it off, and he only broke the kiss to pull the piece of clothing over his head.

Eddie's hand slipped between your bodies, softly stroking your clit again.

"Eddie, m'sensitive," you whine.

"Yeah, but this is what you wanted right?" he nudged your nose with his, "Been dying to be touched, you couldn't even wait fifteen minutes. Gotta come back to find my girlfriend with her pretty little legs spread, touching herself to the thought of me." he pinched your clit between his fingers making you moan. "Just wanted to cum so badly," Eddie teasingly dragged his finger between your folds. "So you're gonna cum as many times as I want."

"Eddie, please," you dig your nails into his skin.

Eddie pushed your shirt to your sternum, leaving kisses down your stomach. He softly sunk his teeth into your skin, pressing a kiss to your hipbone after leaving the mark there. Eddie started to lift your legs over his shoulders, kissing and licking your inner thighs.

He held your legs apart, his fingers softly digging into the plush of your thighs. Eddie hungrily stared at your pussy, licking his lips before flattening his tongue against your slit.

"Fuck, Eddie," you tangled your fingers in his messy curls.

Eddie ate you out like a starved man, burying his face deeper into your pussy. Your back arched off the bed as electricity jolted through your body from Eddie sucking on your clit.

Your thighs threatened to close around Eddie's head, but hooking his arms around your thighs prevented that from happening.

You squirmed, your legs twitching from the overwhelming pleasure flooding your body. Eddie repeatedly flicked your clit with his skilled tongue. Your hands found their way into his hair, pulling and tugging on the messy curls.

Eddie moaned against your skin, letting his tongue wiggle inside of you. Your toes curled, and your eyes rolled in your head. You couldn't help the noises that shamelessly spilled out of your lips as you neared your second orgasm.

"Oh my god, Eddie please,"

"What, baby? Gonna cum for me again already?" he grinned, half his face glistening with your slick.

With your bottom lip tugged between your teeth, you nodded your head. Eddie never took his eyes away from yours as he lowered his head back down, sticking his tongue out and collecting all your juices.

Your ankles locked behind Eddie's head as your orgasm crashed over you. He still held your legs apart, lapping at your folds, licking up everything you had to offer.

"Hey, look at me," Eddie whispered.

Your eyes fluttered open to find him hovering over you, checking on you.

You nuzzled into his hand that was caressing your face before leaning in and connecting your lips.

"I'm okay," you whispered back.

"Yeah?" he nudged your nose with the tip of his, "You think you can give me one more then, sweetheart?"

Feeling his cock straining against his jeans as he pressed it into your thigh, you only nodded as more arousal flooded your body.

He was slow to undo his pants like he was punishing you on purpose. He watched as you eagerly waited for his jeans to hit the floor so you could have him the way you desperately wanted.

Eddie grabbed both your legs and pulled you closer to him. His hips met yours, and he slipped his cock between your folds. You tried to bite back a moan, feeling his heavy cock nudging your clit.

"You feel that, princess? Feel what you do to me," he spoke against your ear. The low tone of his voice sends vibrations straight to your core.

"Eddie. Please fuck me,"

You tried to lift your hips, only for him to pin them down to the mattress before he slid into you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"So fucking wet," he mumbled, "pussy feels so goddamn good."

Eddie tried to hold himself back from just bottoming out in one go. Feeling the way your warm walls pulse around his length, still sensitive from cumming twice already but still aching for more.

Your legs locked around Eddie's waist, keeping him there as you adjusted to him.

"Eddie," his cock twitched at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue so deliciously.

"Mhm?" Eddie's nostrils flared, and his muscle rippled under his skin, his hands grabbing onto the headboard.

"I love you," you mumble.

"God, don't do this to me, baby. I'm not trying to finish before I've gotten started."

"But you make me feel so good, Eddie," the drunken grin on your face was enough to tell Eddie how far gone you were, "You're always so good to me."

Eddie slowly rutted his hips into yours. You could feel the sticky mess between your thighs each time he pushed into you.

Eddie grabbed onto the headboard with one hand while using the other to bring your leg higher around his torso.

"E-Eddie, I can't-"

"I know, sweetheart. It's okay," he tucked your hair behind your ear before kissing you.

You bit down on his lip with a moan, feeling his cock brush your sweet spot. Your walls clamped down around Eddie when he pressed his thumb to your clit. Your eyes rolled back, and you could feel yourself slipping into ecstasy.

"Pl-Please don't stop," you panted.

"Such a good girl for me," he whispered.

"Eddie~"

"That's it, baby. Say my name."

"Eddie!"

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours. S'all yours. Only yours."

"Cum for me."

Your body went numb, your mind blank. Eddie hissed as your nails sunk into his arms, his cock twitching against your walls before spilling his cum into you.

The two of you didn't move much, letting yourselves come down from your high. You softly ran your fingers through Eddie's hair as he mumbled affirmations into your sweaty skin.

"I love you," he said, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Mm." Eddie knew your mind was in too much of a stupor to have processed his words, but he repeats them again, making sure you're still with him.

"I love you."

"I love you too," you softly giggle.

"Try some shit like that again, and I ain't promising to be so nice next time."

"Maybe I don't want you to be nice next time." you smiled.

a/n: not proofread but thank you sm for reading <33 feedback is appreciated!!

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samsno1 · 6 months

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Flowers

Castiel x GN!Reader

i love his eyes. that's it, that's the tweet. guys...this is very sweet but i don't know if i'm satisfied?? tell me what you think, writing castiel is very hard, lawd

Summary: In a hunt, a flower appears over your pillow after you come back to the motel room at night. Who left it there?

Warnings: FLUFF, TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, i pictured s4/5 cas in this, use of y/n, sweet confession, NOT PROOF READ, that's it? english isn't my first language

WC: 2.5k

You can learn how to change Y/N for your actual name here

enjoy!

When you started hunting with Sam and Dean one of the last things you expected to encounter was an Angel, especially after discovering they aren't “harps and halos" like in the books you read as a kid, but instead soldiers and sometimes assholes.

Castiel was an exception to the “asshole” part, he was actually very sweet when it came to you and the boys. Helped you, saved you and cared for you. In that sense, Cas was just like the Angel stories, a guardian of the humans he was in charge of.

And for you, it was fun teaching Cas about humans and how they behaved, helped him when he didn't understand Dean's pop culture references, got him to watch classic movies and listen to music and he was always very keen into doing so, curious and intrigued in what you explained to him.

Those big blue eyes always gave you his full attention, sometimes with that little frown that you started to call “The Angel Frown” while he questioned you about something that, to you, was basic knowledge. You were always as patient as possible with him, always clarifying what you could in words he could understand and that ended up always making him come to you for help.

In conclusion, you and Cas got closer and you started to catch yourself staring when he wasn't looking, admiring his smiles, drowning into his sapphire eyes and wishing that he had just more doubts about how people acted so you could spend more time with him.

You knew, from what Castiel told you, that Angels and feelings, human feelings at least, weren't compatible and that things such as love and romance weren't truly a reality for him and his siblings, they were warriors after all, created to serve their Father and that was it.

Even when Castiel rebelled for the Winchesters, letting go of the “I don't serve men” mindset was difficult but you, Dean and Sam were there for him. You were more understandable then the brothers because you knew Cas was trying his best.

And because you fell for the Angel, but nobody needed to know that.

One night you arrived at the motel room you were staying at, after waving goodnight to Sam and Dean, them going to their separate room.

You opened the door and sighed deeply in exhaustion. It had been a long day of questioning and more questions appearing then those answered. At first you guys thought of a vengeful spirit, then cursed object, then witch. All of those possibilities were still up and it was driving you three insane. People were dying and you felt useless.

Once you closed the door and threw your stuff in the closest table you turned to your bed, where your bag was placed to get some clothes to take a well deserved shower. But, when you looked at your pillow, you noticed a single pink flower sitting over it and you furrowed your eyebrows.

You approached the flower slowly, skeptical about it, your hunter instincts telling you this wasn't good news. You slowly reached for it, as if it could bite your hand off, and picked it up. You analyzed the plant, very confused and grabbed your laptop.

You searched until you found a flower similar to the one you were holding and learned it was a Camellia. You looked between the screen and the flower and you searched up what a pink Camellia meant because, as much as you knew, flowers weren't really something you looked into.

What you found was shocking. According to the internet, a pink Camellia represents admiration and appreciation and Camellias and general represent love and affection. You widen your eyes at the flower in your hands, looking around your empty room as if someone would pop up and explain what this was doing at your bed. Wrong room?

You couldn't think of anybody that could give you this willingly. It definitely wasn't Sam or Dean because, first, they spent the whole day by your side and, second, unless they meant it platonically, the boys didn't see you like that. You loved them and they loved you, of course, but, to them, you were like a sister Dean loves you like he loves Sam, the same way Sam loves you like he loves Dean and vice-versa.

The only person that came to your mind was…No, it couldn't be, he said himself, love for him was basically unachievable but you couldn't help but wonder, even if your rational brain said it was stupid to think Cas would mean that. You smiled at the flower, that tinge of hope lightning inside you.

You looked around the room to look for something you could fill up with water and found an empty beer bottle. That'll do.

You washed the bottle to get the smell of alcohol off and filled it up with water, placing the little flower inside.

The pink color of the petals clashed with the transparent green of the bottle and you smiled at that. It looked cute in a way. You thought, even if this didn't come from someone you knew, you were keeping it, at least the flower.

You left the makeshift vase in your nightstand and took your stuff to the shower, peeling off your suit and your tie on the way, leaving it on the ground as you locked yourself inside the bathroom.

In these moments, Cas thanked his abilities of becoming unseen because you arrived just as he was leaving the Camellia over your pillow. He spent the day researching flowers, finding an interest in how humans always gave them to the people they cared about or to the ones who passed. He wanted to give you one to show you that he cared for you and also as a thank you for being patient with him for a long time.

He always felt happier around you, a warm feeling inside him always seemed to bloom. He felt the need to be close to you, like you were a human magnet. Everytime you looked at him he felt a weird feeling in his stomach, your smile was always something he felt the need to chase, he wanted to see it always in your face. He admired the way your eyes would shine when you were talking about something you liked.

When he saw you placing the flower on the nightstand with a smile he felt that weird feeling in his stomach again. He would do anything to see that look on your face again.

That hunt lasted a week, taking you three too long to figure out it was a witch and even longer to find said witch and to say you guys were fed up was an understatement.

For that long week you dared to say you missed the Angel, you thought about calling him, praying to him, multiple times but what were you going to say when he arrived? Missed you? I just wanted to see you?

Everything you thought sounded too intimate so you discarded the idea of calling him.

But two more flowers appeared on your pillow after that pink Camellia. A Peony that you learned meant for the Chinese something along the lines of “the most beautiful” and a stunning Carnation in a light red shade that represented admiration. At this point you were very intrigued about who was the one giving you the flowers, Castiel still on your mind. You didn't want to get your hopes too high, you were probably overthinking it anyways, making your heart speak louder than your brain.

You were lying on your bed, staring at the tiny bouquet of three flowers given piece by piece to you. It was your last night in that room, Dean having insisted he needed the sleep so as to not crash the Impala from tiredness. You had offered to drive as you weren't as bad as he was but, of course, that was an immediate no from the older brother so all of you settled for one more night.

As you close your eyes and start to fall asleep, a sudden flutter of wings gets your attention. It's dark in the room so you take a peek and for sure it's Cas. You hold back a smile and close your eyes, pretending to be sleeping.

You feel the Angel approaching the bed, his presence making your heart quicken in your chest. From what it sounds like, he's just standing, watching you and you start to feel very nervous.

Castiel on the other hand arrived to see your sleeping form and couldn't help but watch. You looked peaceful, your breathing was calm and you looked…pretty. Cas thought all his father's creations were wonderful but he felt like you could top them all, literally, in your sleep.

He had another little flower in his hand which, to him, had a very self-explanatory name, a Forget-Me-Not.

He spun the blue flower on his fingers, debating if he should leave it inside the vase or besides you, over your pillow.

He approached you and while he was placing the flower next to your head he felt a gentle hand wrap around his wrist and instantly froze on the spot.

You opened your eyes and looked at his near-horrified face. You smiled at him.

“Got you” You said, a little above a whisper and looked at the flower he was holding. That one you knew the name and what it meant and you felt warmth spreading through your cheeks, not just at that one flower, but knowing now that all those flowers you received came from Cas.

“I'm sorry for disturbing you” He said as he retreated his hand and you held the Forget-Me-Not. He was tense, not looking at you.

“So you were the secret admirer leaving me these flowers?” You asked as you slowly sat up on the bed and placed the blue flower inside the bottle with the three others. You placed both your hands over your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers. “Why?”

He looked around. What was he supposed to say? Himself barely knew why he was doing this but it felt right so he kept going with it. He noticed that the flower meanings resembled things that he felt or thought of you and he enjoyed collecting them for you, especially after you kept them.

“These flowers all have a meaning behind them” He started “Take them as a thank you for…being helpful with my understanding of human behaviors”

You smiled stupidly at that. The way he said it sounded like something he had rehearsed before coming to you to say it, the words too polite. But yet, that's one of the things you liked about him.

“You didn't have to Cas…They are beautiful, thank you” You said and looked at the flowers again, biting your lip. You felt his eyes on you, it was always intimidating. You knew that it was just the way he was, look right into your eyes while you talk to show you had his full attention, his beautiful blue orbs hypnotizing.

Cas analyzed every aspect of yours as you sat in front of him, his eyes wondering over your figure and his hands moved faster than his thoughts and he reached for your shoulder, his palm traveling from your shoulder blade to the end of your upper arm and back up, tracing a pattern over your skin. He longed to touch you and be closer to you in a way he couldn’t explain so, in this moment, you both alone, he decided to fulfill this wish.

You widened your eyes and looked up at Castiel who was entranced by the movement of his hand, goosebumps flaring up on your skin.

“Cas?” You said and acknowledged your call with a hum “What are you…?”

He finally looked at you, his hand steadied on your shoulder.

“When I’m around you I always feel this need to touch you, be closer and this…” He shakes his head, finding a word to define how he felt. “Warmth comes over me everytime you smile”

His eyes bore through yours and you could only stare back at him, shocked.

“Cas, you’re saying–”

“I think I might love you, Y/N” He interrupted. The way he said it sounded like a confusion, a slight approach, as if he was tiptoeing around the thought, not sure if he wanted to grasp it or just keep his distance.

You were dumbfounded. He sounded so sincere and your heart started to beat faster, his hand over your shoulder felt like it was burning through your skin. It all made sense, the flowers, the way he was always keen on talking to you even when you did most of the talking and he just listened with a faint smile and pure interest, he just didn’t know because he never felt like this before, he didn’t know what loving was like.

You landed a hand over his cheek, your eyes practically watering with an emotional overload at his words. You thumb rubbed the light stubble on his cheek and you pulled him in for a hug. You wanted to kiss him so bad but you were on a baby steps basis with the Angel.

You hugged him tightly, his hands hesitantly wrapping around your frame as you let out a deep breath. When you pulled back, you didn’t pull away completely from him looking between his eyes and his mouth, a giddy smile on your face.

“I think I might love you too Castiel” You said and he widened his own eyes, a light chuckle coming out of you at his reaction.

Your chuckles were cut off by his lips on yours and you gasped in surprise. His mouth was as soft as you expected, his lips moving against your in perfect sync. He was impressively a good kisser, one of his hands gently holding at the back of your neck while the other slid down to your waist.

You felt like a bomb had exploded inside you, a foreign feeling of happiness spreading to every single cell on your body as your arms wrapped around his neck to hold yourself when he sat on the bed, pulling you over his lap, making you yelp.

You both pulled away, your arms still wrapped around each other and he had a light smile on his face. You one hundred per cent had a shocked look on yours, your cheeks hot and breathing heavy.

“Where’d you learn that?” You asked, absolutely knocked by the kiss.

“Dean told me a thing or two” He said and you couldn’t help but laugh, your body shaking against his as he also chuckled. “It seems like I did great?”

You stopped your laughs and looked in his eyes, drowning in their ocean blue. You gave a peck to the corner of his mouth.

“You did amazing” You said as one of your hands played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he pulled you in, the warmth spreading through both of you yet again, never wanting to let go.

A/N: Notes and reblogs encourage me to keep writing, feedback helps me make those writing better. Thank you for reading, XoXo.

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r0-boat · 13 days

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Love your work I just read your poly wrio neuvi a/b/o with reader and it was so good! Could we get a part two of more information? Like what is it like when readers in heat or when wrio has his rut. Your writing is ❤️❤️

Yes I can totally do a part two!

Alpha Wriothesley x omega reader x alpha Neuvillette headcannons part 2

Nsfw

Author's notes:

I usually try not to give reader too much headcanons because I want to leave just enough wiggle room for you guys to imagine your own scenarios but in this one ill add more

Wriothesley does behave(ish)during his ruts. That doesn't mean he wants to, though... If anything he just gets more possessive and touchy. However when you are the overseer and warden of an entire prison you have to at least keep yourself sane till the end of your shift.

Wriothesley The first thing he does when he gets home is rip off your clothes. His hunger for sex is unlimited always down to fuck Even when he's buried in paperwork.(maybe that's the reason why his ruts aren't that bad? Or maybe he's just good at hiding it ;) )

Wriothesley is an alpha and seems dominant, but he likes being a pillow princess. He likes laying down and having you play with him till he's had enough, then he flips you over and takes control.

While Neuvillette smells like rainwater in a forest, Wriothesley smells like the sea with a hint of a floral sense of whatever tea he had that day mixed with his cologne. And he is shameful about presenting his scent as powerful and prideful; he does not use scent blockers at all. He's a prideful Alpha and likes presenting even more so now that he knows that even Neuvillette turns his head to it.

Wriothesley's scent blends so well with the sea water and the fortress that the only ones who can successfully pick it out are the inmates and his partners, while he lays undetected by outsiders as long as he's in the fortress that is. He does not mind his powerful scent in fact he prefers it. Keeps people obedient, not wanting to do stupid shit. As soon as they smell him coming around, They immediately straighten out their backs and cower.

They will never know how much of a sweetheart your partner actually is.

And then there's you. During your heat You are the only one that can sedate Wriothesley's large sexual appetite and still come your other partner for more. Bratty yet obedient just the way Wriothesley likes it.

Though he cannot help but joke about how good and obedient you are with Neuvillette and not him. Which Neuvillette is quick too crack a smile and say "You just need to train them better."

And when your heat strikes, you're even more unsatiable. But that's probably because your heat's hurt so damn much that you could hardly even think. Well, it's good thing You're two partners like it a little rougher. Your heat's hit you like a train. Once you can feel your pre-heat, you only have a matter of time before it hits you. The next day, He will be feeling whimpering and pulling while trying to give one of your partners a surprise awakening.

Your body is super hot yet cold screaming at you too seek the warmth of your partners. And how busy they can be the only thing that can sedate you or toys until one of them gets home. And when they do... You will rejoice in the dicking you will receive.

Neuvillette has tried to urge you to take suppressants because he hates seeing you hot and writhing, almost in pain. But he understands when you say no because after suppressants, it will just get worse.

Your scent is a calming lavender. You're like catnip to your overworked partners rubbing against you and bearing their face in your neck, holding you close. You can practically hear them purring like kittens. It's cute until you are being crushed by two big men who haven't slept in days.

#smut #alpha beta omega #omegaverse #genshin impact #wriothesley #wriolette #Neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #wriothesely x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut

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luveline · 1 year

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Hiiii, I don’t know if you’re up for any marauders requests- so no pressure!!

If you are though, I recently sprained my wrist pretty (really) bad at work and have been not great about taking care of it, resting, ect.

If it’s not too much trouble- could I get a lil thing about the marauders absolutely doting on reader over an injury? Like so soft and sweet it could give you diabetes.

Thank you!!!

hope this is okay sweetness! fem!reader, 2k

"She's trying to stand up again," James says, finger hooked in your belt loop.

You glare at him down on the sofa. "Tattle tale," you scold. It's hard to maintain; he looks very sweet today, everyday, and more than handsome.

Remus stands in the doorway to the living room, the smell of the honey tea he's making on his heels. "Why, dove?" he asks, sounding amusedly horrified. "Can't you stay still for ten minutes?"

"I just thought I'd help with the tea," you say, taking a painful step toward him. James gasps and actually stands himself.

Your eyes widen. James is more of a threat-giver than an enforcer. He loves telling on you or better yet enabling your bad behaviour, but if he's getting up it means he won't be allowing you any further self-detriment.

"Be gentle," Remus says.

James raises his eyebrows at you and crowds you, hands on your hips. He gives you a little push. "Sit back down."

You sit, and your ankle feels better for it immediately, but you cross your arms over your chest and huff so they know you don't appreciate being bossed around. James laughs, more than aware.

"It's for your own good," he says.

Remus returns with your tea and you say thanks even though you're pretending to be annoyed with them both. "I would like to be allowed to get my own tea," you say, pleased when James sits back at your side with his own cup of tea, his arm heavy against you. "It's not as bad as you think it is, I promise."

"You have a bruise bigger than Jersey on your ankle and…" James lowers his voice slightly, "I know it's hurting even when you aren't standing. You get a notch between your brows, right here," he says, tapping the space above your nose.

"The less you use it the quicker it will get better," Remus says.

"That logic only applies to injury," says a new voice. The front door closes, and after a second Sirius appears in his coat and jacket. "The more you use me, the better I get." He winks at you.

You wink back. Delighted, Sirius peels out of his coat and shoes and swiftly takes the empty seat on your left. He kisses your cheek hello, his slender fingers tucked deftly behind your ear so he can turn your face to his.

"Have you been resting?" he asks.

"No," Remus and James say at the same time.

"She's done the opposite," James adds.

"Yes, well, she's not perfect." He shakes his head at you hurriedly, mouthing, "You are perfect."

You know he's joking but you get all melted, tight shoulders lax, head dipping back against the sofa cushions. Sirius hums his approval and strokes your cheek with his thumb. He's not usually the most affectionate of the boys, but when you're injured he acts like you're on your deathbed and deserving of the world's collective sweetness.

"How was work?" you ask him.

"Agony," he says quietly, and he's putting it on, trying to make you squirm. It's working. "I was worried about you."

"I take offence to that," James says.

"I know you're taking care of her," Sirius says, "don't be daft, I just know she won't behave. Especially if I'm not here."

Half of a biscuit soars toward Sirius and hits him in the chest. Entertained, you follow its trajectory back to the source and find Remus in the big armchair, cup of tea cradled atop his knee. "What?" he asks, seemingly chewing the first half of the biscuit.

"Sirius–" James warns.

"Prick," Sirius says.

Remus swallows his biscuit and takes a sip of tea. "Oh, sorry. Slipped."

"Why have you chucked a biscuit at me?" Sirius asks.

James takes the biscuit and eats it. You laugh from behind your hand.

"No reason. Y/N, dovey, do you want a biscuit?" Remus asks you.

You nod and start to stand to retrieve one, but two arms grab your waist. James' arm, tan, steely without any effort, stops you from getting any further. Sirius', less strong but twice as eager, pulls you into his side with a groan.

"Please sit down," he says.

You sigh and let your head drop onto James' shoulder. "I'm sitting. I just want a biscuit."

Remus sits on the coffee table in front of you with a funny look on his face, a mixture of love and disbelief. "I was bringing them to you." He squeezes the tin closed in his lap, his eyes resolutely on yours so you're forced to meet his gaze. He's handsome, too, they all are, but Remus doesn't know it, unaware of the effect his eyes have on you, the colour like browned honey and the little specks of amber that surround his pupil. "I'll give you a biscuit if you promise to stop making it worse."

"Really," James seconds, "we want you to get better, that's all."

You slouch further into his shoulder, away from their doting concern. "It's not as bad as you think it is."

That's a bad lie. You and Sirius had been walking back up the garden steps after a red squirrel stakeout —the squirrels keep eating from Remus' bird feeders and therefore scaring away the birds— and you slipped in a strange way. You ended up sprawled out on your back and you'd burst into laughter, while Sirius looked down on you absolutely horrified. It was only later, an hour or so afterwards, when you'd been helped up and placed affectionately in bed, that your ankle started to ache, and you found you couldn't put any weight on it after all. Your panicked tears had terrified the three of them. They've been ridiculously lovely since then.

"Maybe I could have another look?" Remus asks.

It's a well-organised dance when you're together, and this part's no different. Remus hands the biscuit tin to James as he stands, and Sirius pushes the table back with his foot so Remus has room to kneel down in front of you. James opens the biscuit tin and knows your favourite without having to ask, offering it to you as Remus straightens out your leg.

"Is this compression thing a good idea all of the time?" Sirius asks.

Remus pulls it down, humming as you hiss in pain. "Oh, I know, dove. I'll be really quick," he promises.

"It's not so horribly bruised," James says.

"I hate that we're all looking at my foot right now."

Remus squeezes your toes. If you weren't wearing a sock under the compression support you'd have to break up with him.

"I think it looks less swollen," he says eventually, rolling up your sock and putting the compression back into the proper place. You gasp at the sudden movement and his brows crease in sympathy. "Sorry, dove."

"Let's elevate it, right?" James asks.

"Yes, I think so. I'll get you a pillow," Remus says.

He stands up, turns to leave, and then turns back to press a kiss to your temple.

"Me too," Sirius says, kissing your cheek.

Having refused to move from James' shoulder in your embarrassment, you're out of the way for James to kiss you too, and it's a good thing. Anymore sweetness and you'd probably melt into the threads of the sofa.

"I'll owe you one," James says.

Remus gets a pillow to prop up your foot. James becomes your dedicated human blanket. Sirius looks for a film to watch on the telly while discussing takeaway options, even when Remus claims that he's going to cook tonight.

"Takeaway is too expensive," Remus says.

"Cooking makes a mess that you'll insist on cleaning," Sirius argues.

"Takeaway also makes a mess," James says.

"We can't cook because I can't help," you declare. "And that's not fair. You guys will all be laughing and flirting in the kitchen and I'll be sat here by my lonesome watching Footloose."

"Footloose isn't on until ten," Sirius says, looking at the TV info bar with a smile, "you'd be watching Night Rider."

Remus holds his hand out from the armchair. It's miles from reaching you, but you know he's suggesting an alliance. "How about," he begins softly, "we have a takeaway and those two can do whatever they want."

"Remus," James says.

You stand up on your uninjured foot. The boys groan at your moving but don't argue, letting you limp to the armchair where Remus is sitting with little more than a chorus of defeated sighs. He puts his arms out for you, his hands and grip strong as he helps you down into the seat next to him. There's not really enough room for two, but he makes it, his arm crossing over your chest and under your arm to lock you in against him.

"This is ridiculous," James says.

Sirius shuffles across the sofa into the gap you've left behind. "We could always hide the menus," he says to James. "Neither of them know the numbers. Plus, she can't walk and he can't be bothered."

Remus pulls you in impossibly closer. "That's true."

The two boys opposite spring up from their seats, laughing as they begin plotting a cruel plan. You rub your fingertips up and down the length of the arm holding you, letting your head flop back into Remus' chest as you say, "They'll realise they like us too much to starve us soon enough."

"I know." His hold on you relaxes. "I really do wish you'd stop putting weight on your foot. Please. It needs time to get better."

"Okay," you say, a sucker for him when he talks so softly. "Sorry. No more walking around while it heals."

"Don't be sorry, just get better quickly. I need reinforcements against their nonsense."

"You love their nonsense."

James and Sirius return looking pleased with themselves not long after, and an hour passes quietly. When the doorbell rings, you're unsurprised to find they've ordered your favourite takeaway.

"You're predictable," Remus says.

"Well," Sirius says, lifting his chin, arms laden with cartons, "how else is she supposed to get better? She needs food."

In an example of extreme overkill, Remus and James act as crutches, helping you walk the short distance from the living room to the kitchen table. You're surprised James doesn't just attempt to pick you up in a fireman's lift, as is his usual style.

Sirius sets the table. Remus makes drinks. James doles out the portions of food, knowing what everyone wants without having to ask, and you miss being able to help. You're usually moving with them, an integral thread, ebbing and flowing in tandem. It's nice to watch them together, but you miss doing your part. James' hand warm on your hip as he eases you out of the way, or Sirius' childish attempts at tripping you up on the way to the silverware drawer.

"Sorry for being so useless lately," you say, twisting the fork in your hand over and over.

Three glares pierce you at once. "Who says you're useless?" James asks.

"You're out of commission for the moment," Remus says agreeably, "that's far from useless."

"I feel bad, having you wait on me. I know I'm making it worse all the time by refusing to just rest but I don't like you having to do everything for me, it's not fair."

Sirius sits down in the chair beside yours, tucking himself in quickly. "You realise that we'd look after you forever, right? Like, if you needed this much help and looking after every day, that wouldn't be a problem."

You shake your head. "Don't be silly."

James clears his throat. "No, listen to him. He's right."

"We don't mind helping you to the table, or carrying your washing downstairs for you, or any of the things we've offered to do for you since you hurt your ankle."

Remus sits in the seat across from you with a pointed look. James joins him, a packet of painkillers in hand. He pops two out for you, saying, "You're not useless just because we've had to give you some help. And if you were useless it wouldn't matter. So don't say sorry."

Remus nods. "Exactly. Don't feel guilty about an accident, dove."

You look at Sirius unsurely. "You really don't mind looking after me?"

He reaches over to handle your thigh. "No," he says, gaze soft, fingers squeezing into the fat of your leg lovingly, "we really don't mind."

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hollowed-theory-hall · 2 months

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Ok so Harry has a tendency to blatantly state out loud just how much the Dursleys don't give two shits about him (to the point that the people around him think it's just a typical teenager over exaggerating their complaints), but... Does he realise that the way he is being treated by them is wrong?

Also like, I know that the way the Dursleys treated him plays a huge part in the way Harry behaves and views himself- specifically him not thinking an adult is a reliable source of help and protection + his disastrouly low self esteem + how he doesn't respond to Snape's everything (which is the exact opposite of what James would have done) ... But what are the other ways in which he got affected and it shows? (Someone once mentioned that they hc that when feeling extreme emotions Harry tends to skip out on food and may have nearly wasted away in his second year had it not been for Ron and Hermione- which is also why they act so much like Harry's bodyguards)

Yep, Harry put no effort into hiding his abuse. He literally told anyone who would listen. By 5th year, he was making jokes about it to Ron and Hermione who seemed used to it.

Now, you've raised a few questions and I'll try to answer them to the best of my ability.

Does he realise that the way he is being treated by them is wrong?

I think he does. Most of his comments about his relatives' treatment definitely sound like Harry is very aware that he shouldn't be treated like that.

“I told you, I didn’t — but it’ll take too long to explain now — look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won’t let me come back, and obviously I can’t magic myself out, because the Ministry’ll think that’s the second spell I’ve done in three days, so —” “Stop gibbering,” said Ron. “We’ve come to take you home with us.” “But you can’t magic me out either —” “We don’t need to,” said Ron, jerking his head toward the front seat and grinning. “You forget who I’ve got with me.” “Tie that around the bars,” said Fred, throwing the end of a rope to Harry. “If the Dursleys wake up, I’m dead,” said Harry as he tied the rope tightly around a bar and Fred revved up the car. “Don’t worry,” said Fred, “and stand back.”

(COS, page 31)

“It was cloudy, Mum!” said Fred. “You keep your mouth closed while you’re eating!” Mrs. Weasley snapped. “They were starving him, Mum!” said George. “And you!” said Mrs. Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry bread and buttering it for him.

(COS, page 39)

But Harry wasn’t going to stand for this. Gone were the days when he had been forced to take every single one of the Dursleys’ stupid rules.

(GOF, page 33)

“Excellent,” said Lupin, looking up as Tonks and Harry entered. “We’ve got about a minute, I think. We should probably get out into the garden so we’re ready. Harry, I’ve left a letter telling your aunt and uncle not to worry —” “They won’t,” said Harry. “That you’re safe —” “That’ll just depress them.” “— and you’ll see them next summer.” “Do I have to?” Lupin smiled but made no answer.

(OOTP, page 54)

“You don’t seem to need many qualifications to liaise with Muggles. . . . All they want is an O.W.L. in Muggle Studies. . . . ‘Much more important is your enthusiasm, patience, and a good sense of fun!’ ” “You’d need more than a good sense of fun to liaise with my uncle,” said Harry darkly. “Good sense of when to duck, more like . . .”

(OOTP, page 657)

It seems Harry is very much aware that the way he is being treated is wrong. the younger Weasleys and Hermione are clearly aware of that too. Harry calls the Dursleys' rules stupid, he knows the Dursleys aren't treating him the way they should and that he doesn't have to take it. That he shouldn't have to take it.

Harry is kind of a best-case scenario of an abused kid and Dumbledore was so lucky Harry ended up functional enough for his plans. It could've so easily gone down differently.

Honestly, I'm enraged on Harry's behalf at how Arthur, Molly, and Lupin (and every other adult) just completely ignore his mistreatment. He really does just state plainly what's going on and has Ron, Fred, George, and Hermione backing up everything he says.

What are the other ways in which he got affected and it shows?

I do like when Harry's approach to food is affected by the Dursleys starving him, that being said, there isn't really any book evidence for it. It's an interesting headcanon to explore though. His low self-esteem, willingness to endanger himself, and his thinking that adults be counted on are definitely effects seen in the books. As for other things we do see in the books:

1. Harry is actually really quiet. He doesn't speak as much as Ron and Hermione and he's pretty awkward with social interaction. He mimics Ron in many ways since he never had any friends before him.

His approach to studying is one of the ways he mimics Ron socially. Harry actually read their school books before 1st year, he found Hedwig's name in a History of Magic. And he planned to study at the beginning of Philosopher's Stone. Then he meets Ron and realizes no one in Gryffindor except Hermione actually studies, and she is hated for it. So he didn't bother studying either, even though he planned to because he wanted to fit in.

2. Harry isn't great at emotional regulation, specifically anger. Harry is a pretty angry character and throughout the books, he actually has moments when he completely loses himself to a sense of anger.

A boiling hate erupted in Harry’s chest, leaving no place for fear. For the first time in his life, he wanted his wand back in his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack . . . to kill.

(POA, page 339)

“Madame Maxime!” said Fleur at once, striding over to her headmistress. “Zey are saying zat zis little boy is to compete also!” Somewhere under Harry’s numb disbelief he felt a ripple of anger. Little boy?

(GOF, page 275)

Harry sat there staring at Snape as the lesson began, picturing horrific things happening to him. . . . If only he knew how to do the Cruciatus Curse . . . he’d have Snape flat on his back like that spider, jerking and twitching. . . .

(GOF, page 300)

If Dudley’s friends saw him sitting here, they would be sure to make a beeline for him, and what would Dudley do then? He wouldn’t want to lose face in front of the gang, but he’d be terrified of provoking Harry. . . . It would be really fun to watch Dudley’s dilemma; to taunt him, watch him, with him powerless to respond . . . and if any of the others tried hitting Harry, Harry was ready — he had his wand . . . let them try . . . He’d love to vent some of his frustration on the boys who had once made his life hell —

(OOTP, page 11)

He does calm down the older he gets. But he definitely has a lot of anger in him.

3. Harry, in general, has a disrespect for authority. I assume this is an extension of his distrust of adults, in that no teacher or nurse ever helped him. Harry is so anti-authority and anti-orders, that he can resist the Imperius Curse decently from the first try.

Harry just doesn't do orders or authority. Actually in the earlier books, and even in books 6 and 7, Harry has his doubts about Dumbledore. He repeatedly tells people he's Dumbledore's man, but in his head, he has doubts. Like he has for any other adult with authority over him.

“Dumbledore’s been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!” he hissed. “He’s not as gone as you might think!” Harry retorted. He was speaking at random, wanting to scare Riddle, wishing rather than believing it to be true —

(COS, page 282)

“Because the Ministry of Magic’s still after me, and Voldemort will know all about me being an Animagus by now, Wormtail will have told him, so my big disguise is useless. There’s not much I can do for the Order of the Phoenix . . . or so Dumbledore feels.” There was something about the slightly flattened tone of voice in which Sirius uttered Dumbledore’s name that told Harry that Sirius was not very happy with the headmaster either. Harry felt a sudden upsurge of affection for his godfather.

(OOTP, pages 82-83)

He's very distrusting of adults and authority, but also his peers. He doesn't tell Ron and Hermione everything in the earlier books because he is very slow to trust. Which, makes sense for someone who grew up like he did.

4. His occasional impulsiveness is an extension of his issues with emotional regulation, I think.

5. I think Harry's cunning Slytherin streak is a result of his abuse. The Dursleys' mistreatment taught him to sneak around, to lie, to be clever. It taught him to keep a blank face when being yelled at because if he reacted it'll make it worse.

He learned how to insult the Dursleys in ways that go over Dudley's head. His little way to rebel.

6. His response to pain as well. We see it with Umbridge and the blood quill for example:

He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the same time, the words had appeared on the back of Harry’s right hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel — yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over again, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth. Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile. “Yes?” “Nothing,” said Harry quietly. He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time

(OOTP, page 267)

Harry can hide his pain and not react to it, and he does it well. He learned from the Dursleys that she wants to see his pain, and he isn't going to give her what she wants. Instead, he grits his teeth through it and doesn't react externally.

Even later in the book when Umbridge threatens with the Crociatus Curse, Harry just braces himself for it, not planning to break (in later books too, Harry is very willing to get hurt and just deal with it). He is willing to take torture without reacting, and I think this is something he got from the Dursleys.

These are the some other things that came to mind regarding your question. There are probably more that I can't think of now that I might add later. Harry is who he is in part because of his nightmare of a childhood. So many facets of his personality just link back to it.

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cupids-scream-queen · 7 months

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ღ -> Prompt: Choking

ღ -> Jason Dean x f!reader

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Warnings: Choking, sex, biting, mild blood kink, power dynamics, dom!JD x sub!reader, lmk if anything else should be warned.

Summary: Every year for Christmas, you and your boyfriend, J.D, go to your parent's house for dinner. This year, it's held two weeks before the actual holiday, and J.D decides he's going to do whatever it takes to not go.

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"Jason, c'mon, we're gonna be late!" You held your car keys in your hand, watching for any sign of your boyfriend to appear on the staircase.

"What is your problem?" J.D came, finally, wearing a suit--kind of. He was missing a tie, instead going for a bad-boy look that you had to admit was cute.

"The problem is, we're gonna be late for Christmas dinner with my parents!" You tapped your foot impatiently, waiting as J.D continued to wonder around aimlessly, increasing the time you were late.

"It'll be fine, they'll just think we're in traffic, right?" J.D was a smooth talker, that was just how he was. You considered agreeing, but then decided to stand your ground.

"No, they won't think we 'just got stuck in traffic', and you know this," You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. "J.D, you know you can't always do this whenever we go there."

"Why? You enjoy the delay just as much as I do," He pointed out, and though he was right, you couldn't show it. Not now, not when you know he'd convince you to go upstairs in the bedroom like a good girl and strip for him.

"That's--ugh, you're impossible sometimes!" You were almost ready to storm out the door and sulk in the car--so close, your fingers were on the cusp of the doorknob, when J.D's arms wrapped around your waist, his strength pulling you away from the door.

"I don't think you're going to want to walk out that door there, sweetheart," He said, his voice seductively cool. He was a loser, you knew this--yet you stayed with him regardless.

"And why not?" You asked, your eyebrow raising as you stared at him with as much fury as you could muster. He knew you weren't really upset at him--no, he knew you were aroused, that you needed him, and that if he really wanted to, he could have his way with you.

And he really wanted to.

"Because, I just have a feeling you'll really regret it, and we wouldn't really want that, right sweetheart?" You nodded, your brain wrapping around the words he so eloquently spun. He kept you pinned against the door, his gaze steady as you realized that your boyfriend was going to do something that would add more time to your arrival at your parent's.

"Is it an early Christmas present?" You questioned, hopeful that he'd agree and give you a car battery or something.

"I guess you could call it something like that," J.D admitted, and without warning, he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. You didn't try to kick, much to his surprise, you simply accepted your fate as J.D made his way upstairs, the inevitable coming closer and closer. "I want you to behave, got it? No fucking around."

"I wouldn't dream of it," You quipped, and a slap across the face let you know that J.D meant business tonight--he wouldn't stand any of your quips or witty comebacks. He reached your shared bedroom, and kicked the door open, throwing you on the mattress.

He climbed on top of you, quickly undoing your Christmas top and ripping your expensive red bra, throwing it over his shoulder with little regard for the lost funds. His hands flew up and down your body, stripping you of all clothing he could get his hands on. It was clear what he was in the mood for, and you were more than happy to supply it.

Your pussy was wet, the slick gathering at the bottom of your panties, and J.D soon found his way to them. He grinned as he felt the moisture of your slick seeping into your panties, your cunt getting ready for all of him.

"A little eager, aren't ya, doll?" He smirked, and all you could do was let out a soft, whiny moan as he slipped a hand past the elastic waistband of your panties, gathering slick into his fingers. "You're all nice and wet for me, such a good girl."

"Please...." You trailed off when you felt one of J.D's fingers slip inside of you and curl up into your spongy walls, fucking you.

"What, sweetheart?" He teased, adding another finger. "C'mon, you can handle more than this, can't you?"

"Y-Yes," You whined when his other hand went straight to your throat, squeezing just tight enough to constrict your breathing to short, shallow breaths.

"Good, good. Ain't you the sweetest thing in Ohio?" He praised, and you smiled through the pain. J.D's fingers were moving in and out of you at a rapid pace, setting the speed for what was to come when his cock was inside of you.

"Please..." You whispered, and he held your neck tighter. A warning, you assumed, to shut up. You obliged, and J.D smirked at his victory, his control over you evident. He removed his hand, deciding to bite you on the neck instead. You moaned loudly, and fought back tears as his teeth broke flesh, tiny spurts of blood lapped up by him.

"You taste divine," He growled into your ear, his fingers moving to circle your clit. You whined as he did this, your teeth digging into your lower lip, threatening to break skin. "God, our love is God. And you are my savior."

With a sharp inhale, J.D took his fingers off of your pussy and sucked on them, eager to taste every last drop of you. He then grabbed your thighs, holding them wide open for him. Lining himself up with your cunt, he pushed in, roughly. He was breaking you open, his thick cock stretching you as far as you'd go.

"God, sweetheart, you feel so good," He was breathless, one hand cupping your thigh and another moved up to your neck, where he returned to his pattern of squeezing. The control he had over you drove you wild, the amount of power he held with his hand right at your throat was enthralling.

"P-Please, more," You asked. J.D said nothing, instead preferring to fuck you harder until you saw stars, his hand leaving your thigh and slapping you across the face.

"You're just such a whore for me, aren't you? Can't control yourself?" He teased, his slaps stinging. It only turned you on more, your body aching to reach the point of pure pleasure. J.D would soon give it to you, you knew this.

He pushed his cock in farther, his hips meeting yours and you gasped at the size of him. He was fully inside of you, and he started to thrust in and out, teasingly, before going rougher and rougher. His hand around your neck, reminding you who was in charge of this situation.

Squeezing, more. He was closer to his climax, and you were, too. His thrust got deeper, more sloppy and animalistic grunts and groans left his mouth as he chased after the pleasure that he needed.

He came, his hand nearly choking you, your vision black as he thrust into you faster, then leaving his cock inside of you, thick, hot spurts of cum covering your walls. He left it there for a while, enjoying the feeling of your pussy squeeze as you came after him, your cunt greedily painting J.D's cock with your cum.

"Oh, you're so pretty, aren't you?" J.D chuckled, removing his hand from your throat. You felt sore, your body used and spent, your neck in no condition to visit your parents for Christmas dinner. "I guess you're too tired to go to your parent's, right? I'll call them and let them know you're feeling under the weather."

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creedslove · 7 months

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Imagine no outbreak Joel seeing you doing a million steps nightly skin care routine and just laying under the covers and waiting for you to be done and come to bed already and slowly getting frustrated

Maybe a little toddler cuddling in bed with him and Joel fake complaining to them about you

“Mommy is taking a long time huh?”

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg anon my love, this is too much my darling ❤️ I love it very much 💋💕

• one of the things Joel loved the most about you, was to watch you taking care of yourself; you were so well-groomed, took great care of your looks, your skin, your hair and that made him fall a little more for you

• he liked how smooth your skin was, how soft your hair always felt under your touch and if someone asked him to talk about how good you smelled, he would be able to write an essay on it

• and he also enjoyed watching you spreading some lotion over your body, it was so beautiful and a little erotic to him, when he didn't offer himself to caress you and stroke your skin, he liked just observing you

• he knows you like do this self care routine and it's pretty important to you, but sometimes he wishes you would just skip it a day or two so you can join him in bed as soon as possible

• he gets under the blanket and keeps hearing you fumbling with your creams, masks and the water running from the faucet and he can't wait to hold you in bed, have you so close to him and snuggling you

• but even if it takes long, he appreciates how good you smell and how soft you are next to him, his rough hands run through your entire body while you spread your kisses all over his neck

• but that only happens when there aren't tiny steps walking into the room and a little someone climbing up the blankets

• when his son's sleepy eyes stared into his own and smiled cutely, Joel could only bring him closer and tuck him under the blankets, Sammy was a sweet, well behaved toddler, but he enjoyed snuggling in his parents' bed

• he rested his little head on his daddy's shoulder and yawned, his warm dinosaur PJs making him look even cuter and he couldn't fall asleep without snuggled his mommy a little bit

"mommy is taking a long time, huh?"

• Joel says in a playful way and Sammy immediately nods, agreeing as he wants his mommy with them

• his brilliant little mind comes up with a genius idea, he gets out of bed and waddles to the bathroom, looking at you with the sweetest and warmest puppy brown eyes you'd ever seen, they could be even more heartwarming than his daddy's

"come to bed mommy, please"

• he asks and there's no way you can say no to his sweet, cute plea; you quickly put your creams and facial masks away and nods

• when Joel realizes, he sees you and Sammy walking towards him while holding hands, he gladly makes up room for the two of you and throws the blanket on top of you both, he's just glad he has his family to hold on tight after a hard day at work

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rafesaddiction · 9 months

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With a firm hand – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You've been a brat and Rafe teaches you a lesson.

Warnings: mdni! – smut, manhandling, spanking, fingering, dubcon, oral (Rafe receiving), rough sex, sorta daddy kink, mean!rafe, dom!rafe

Word count: 2.3k

You've been a brat and you know it. No need to give him that look. And those pouty lips won't do you any good either.

“Come here,” he says, his voice firm.

You hesitate, bite your lips. You stand there, wearing his hoodie, skimming your ass, and only your panties underneath. Your hands fidgeting with the hoodie's hem, as if you're trying to hide something from him, while you're pressing your legs together. You can't hide anything from him.

“Don't make me repeat myself.” Rafe sits on the edge of the bed, wearing a white collared shirt and dark pants. He slowly rolls up his sleeves and your eyes are drawn to his muscular forearms and the veins on them.

“But I said I'm sorry. That should count for something, right?” You can't help it, the words just come out though you know you should regret them. You press your lips together, but you cannot help that cocky little smile, you cannot help yourself.

But Rafe has enough of your teasing and your disobeying.

He gets up, you mutter a curse, try to walk backwards, but he his quicker than you. He grabs you and drags you back to the bed. You try to free yourself, but his grip is so firm, his hands on you are so strong, all your little struggling and protests are futile and he just puts you over his knee, face down, as he sits down on the bed himself. And he holds you down. Holds you in positions, just like he wants to have you. The oversized hoodie is shoved up your back by his large hand. You feel the touch of his rough fingers on your skin and shiver. A big hand is placed on your ass and you flinch and make the most embarrassing sound.

He chuckles. A low dark chuckle.

You try and crane your head to look at him, try to lift your body up, but he presses it down again and you exhale in exasperation.

“You gonna behave now?” He asks and you bite your tongue to not talk back, but can't help scoffing.

His hand slowly caresses over your butt, still clothed, but you can feel that touch so intensely, it makes you shiver. Goosebumps crawling over your skin.

His fingers tuck under the waistband at your back, touch your bare skin. You try and wriggle, still wanting to escape, but his other arm pushes you down again.

You tense up as you can feel how he slowly pulls down your underwear, the back of his fingers ever so lightly brushing your bare ass in that movement.

You feel the cool air on your naked skin, but those goosebumps aren't from being cold.

Then you feel nothing. You close your eyes, expecting the worst, but nothing happens.

You hear him hum above you. Again, you try to look up, but he holds you in place.

Nothing happens for a while. You feel your head's getting dizzy from being upside down, your legs are heavy and you feel a little tingling between your legs. You press them together, as tight as you can in your exposed and helpless position.

Nothing happens and you wonder if maybe Rafe has made up his mind, maybe he won't do it after all, maybe he will just let you go. – Would you really want that?

You don't have time to wonder about that, as his hand comes down on your ass and his palm leaves a stinging pain, shooting through your body.

You can't help but cry out, mostly in surprise. And your body convulses, but Rafe just holds you firmer, and another slap lands on your butt cheek.

You press your lips tightly together, try not to make a sound. You don't want to give him that satisfaction – which of course is stupid, he can clearly see how your body reacts. But you try to keep quiet, so only your little whimpers can be heard, his breathing, and the hard slapping of his palm on your naked ass.

He doesn't make you count, so you have no idea when he will stop.

Just one quick smack after the other. Your skin is glowing. You're panting.

When he hits your ass again, especially hard, you don't just feel that piercing pain on your skin, you can feel it crawling between your legs. Another kind of aching. You ache to be touched there. By him.

But you won't tell him that.

But you're unable to keep quiet any longer. You can't help and whimper and whine, when his palm hits so hard, you're sure it will leave marks for days.

You taste something salty in your mouth and realize that you have started crying.

“Please,” you whine.

“Please what?” His tone his harsh and mocking. His hand hits harder. You moan in pain.

“Please –” you try again, but can't say another syllable as his hand starts kneading your ass cheeks, grabbing and kneading your sore flesh.

Your breathing hitches, then you start panting.

“Now what's this?”

You freeze as his fingers dig between your legs.

“Looks like you like this.”

Rough fingers explore your sensitive parts and you make the most embarrassing sounds.

“No, I don't”, you say and you feel your already flushed face is even turning redder, which Rafe luckily can't see.

Involuntarily you moan and your legs start shaking as he roughly plays with your tender spot.

But as soon as you are beginning to relax and give in to this other sensation, he withdraws his hand, only to slap your ass again, and again, and again.

There's no more holding back in your cries now.

And when his palm slowly caresses over your heated skin, your whole body trembles and you start whimpering.

The sensations he's giving you are so confusing for your body and your mind. You know it's a punishment and his hard slaps hurts, he doesn't really hold back and you can feel his strength every time his palm hits your already bruised ass. But your skin is also buzzing and burning with need, aching for every hard and soft touch he gives you.

“Please – ” You try again, begging, crying.

Two fingers push inside you and you gasp for air. At once your walls tightly clasp around the digits, holding them in a tight grip, for just a moment, before Rafe starts fingerfucking you hard and deep.

These are just two fingers, but his fingers are long and thick and he uses so much force when he fucks you with them, you already feel full. Your moaning comes out uncontrollably.

“Rafe,” as you say his name, it's more like a prayer than anything else.

You can hear him growling in answer, and that sound sends new waves of sensations through your body.

You no longer feel the burning pain of his hard slaps, you just feel your aching need for him.

Suddenly he lets go of you and you're about to whine a complaint when he moves you from his thigh and pushes you down on your knees between his legs in front of him.

You gaze up at him with teary eyes and flushed cheeks, your heels digging into your sore ass cheeks, as he quickly opens his pants' zipper and your eyes take in the sight of his hard cock in front of you. You gasp as you see how hard and huge he is. It's always both terrifying and so alluring. You lick your lips.

“Come on, open your mouth.”

You move your head forward, your hands resting on his muscular thighs. You open your mouth, let your pink tongue stick out and gaze up at him again.

With one hand he grabs his thick shaft and positions the wet tip of his cock at your lips. You open up wider. Tasting the bitterness on your tongue you shiver and you feel that throbbing need between your own legs. Your lips close around the head, it's so thick, your mouth is stretching painfully. You still look up at Rafe, look into his face, see that hunger and lust and something darker in his eyes. You want to please him, you want to give him something back, and you just want to feel him inside you. You take in more of him, feel his tip pressing against the roof of your mouth. You start sucking and hear him groan. And suddenly his hand grips your hair at the back of your head. The grip so firm, your scalp starts burning. New tears are running down your cheeks. You try to blink them away. Try to focus and move your head, to get more of him inside your mouth. But he his so big and you start choking and try to pull back. He holds you in place.

“Not such a big mouth after all, hm?” You look up and see a devilish grin on his handsome face.

“Now let me help you,” his jaws clench, a frown appears on his forehead, the grip at your hair becomes firmer and suddenly he pushes your face down, so his hard length thrusts inside your mouth.

You make a muffled sound, surprised and in pain. It's too much and you can't breathe. You try to push yourself up, your fingers clawing into his thighs, but to no avail. He holds your face down, your mouth filled by his big cock, making you choke on it, spit leaving your mouth, dripping over your chin and onto him. When you think you can't take anymore, he pulls your head up, your jaws begin to relax, for a second – before he pushes you down again, thrusting deeper into your mouth that is clenching around his thick cock. His tip hits the back of your throat and your heavy gagging creates some sucking motion. He uses your mouth, forcing your head to bob up and down, taking your mouth for his pleasure, fucking your throat. And you're nothing but his fuck toy. And that throbbing between your legs becomes unbearable as he takes your mouth hard and relentlessly. Whining sounds mix with your gagging and sobbing noises.

He suddenly pulls you off of him and you start coughing heavily. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. From the corner of your eyes you can see his erection, all covered in your spit, standing there, menacingly.

“You wanna say something?”

You sit on the floor in front of him, trying to catch your breath. The hoodie you're still wearing is clinging to your body, covered in sweat. You feel like your skin is burning. You feel like you're burning.

He leans down, arms on his knees, tilts his head to the side, licks his lips, and looks at you, with those piercing blue eyes, waiting for you to speak.

“Please –” You try again, your voice a whimpering sound.

He lifts his eyebrows, expectantly.

“Please, daddy.” You gaze at him with pleading eyes and his expression changes. It is as if that word has unlocked something.

He looks pleased for a moment and than more hungry than ever.

He grabs you, lifts you up and tosses you with your back on the bed. You gasp in surprise. Your whole body is vibrating with expectation, your heart is racing. And then he is on top of you. He got rid of his clothes and is kneeling between your spread legs, he lifts them on his shoulders and he looks into your eyes as he thrusts into you.

You scream as his hard cock fills your tightness. You turn your head away try to bury your face, try to muffle your screams, but he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him, see his face contort, see his muscles tense, see the sweat on his forehead as he pushes his full length into you, so incredibly deep, so mercilessly hard, you think you might be split in two and you want it. You want all of it, you want all of him.

“Yes, please, daddy,” you manage to mutter between his relentless thrusts that make your body tremble beneath him. And that word, even though it seems hardly possible, makes him go harder still. He uses you without restraint, fucks you like some wild beast, ruining you forever, making you his. Forever his.

You can't count your orgasms. The first one might have been, when he finally pushed his massive cock completely into you, filling you so perfectly. That pain unlike anything else. Your screams become hoarse moans and whimpers as he takes you as he wants to. You forget your own will, it's only his will that matters and he may use you in any way he wants.

When you feel his hot seed inside you, your body convulses in response, as if trying to get more and more, deeper and deeper, until he spills the very last drop deep inside you.

Rafe pulls out and rolls off you, lying on his back next to you, breathing hard.

He pulls you close, so your head rests on his heaving chest.

He lifts your chin and you look at him, your eyes red and still brimming with tears. His thumb strokes under your eye and he smiles at you.

“You're such a mess.”

His hand caresses over your back.

“And not so bratty anymore, hm?”

His hand slaps your sore ass and you flinch in pain and pout and look at him, and he just chuckles and looks so incredibly beautiful, you feel that fluttering sensation in your belly. Maybe it's love or maybe that's him, or rather what he left there inside you.

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