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[distantdarlings]

WHAT FEELS LIKE FOREVER // t. nott (Multi-Part) PT. 2

RATING: R / 1.8K WORDS (Pt. 2)

Theodore Nott x Reader-Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - Your first performance in America starts off roughly. Theo makes the decision to perform a song you wrote. The only problem is that you wrote that song for him, attempting to express your feelings towards him. He was never meant to find it.

+ WARNINGS - Language, tension, angst, eventual smut

+ MUSIC (Listened to while writing) -

Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov

(Small note before I begin: I have been very inspired by Gregory Alan Isakov while writing these chapters and sort of imagined the band sounding like his music and Theo's singing voice sounding like his. Just wanted to mention that so y'all could be on the same page of imagination as I was if you wanted! :) Enjoy!)

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Theo’s lips spoke the words you had written down in a small journal. Written—unbeknownst to him—for him.

The day Theo had caught you whispering the lyrics as you nursed an alcohol-stained cigarette beneath the stars, was the day the song had been discovered. Theo loved it instantly and demanded the two of you wrote the rest of it together and record it. You had kept your mouth closed for fear of a dry throat and a clenched heart saying things you truly meant.

Now the whole world knew how you felt when even you didn't know how you felt. It wasn't an ideal situation in the slightest and the knowing glances Mattheo and Enzo shot you made you feel even worse. 

"Everything you do…," you harmonized with Theo, hearing the way your breaths mingled through the amplifiers. Your chest ached with the dull knife of holding tears in. This song always fucked you up. How you’d begged Theo not to record it…

"...changes how I see us, how I saw us then…," your voice cracked under the pressure of the tears you were suppressing. Theo gave you an odd but worried glance. You swallowed thickly, looking down at the instrument in your hands, focusing on that rather than your screw-up and the sobs that pushed rapidly up your throat.

You finished off the chorus successfully, having stared at the lights trained on the stage until the tears receded. This was your last song…or it wasn't…you couldn't remember and you didn't care. You swiftly slipped the strap of your bass off your shoulders and set the instrument down on its stand.

If you didn't get out now, you would explode. The heat and the lights and the crowd and Theo and Enzo and Mattheo—it was too much. You pushed through the backstage door and felt the autumn air abuse the sweat on your neck. Your hands spread over the balcony, holding your weak back up. The tears that threatened to spill rose in your throat once more. You hurriedly loosened your tie and unbuttoned the top button of your shirt, ripping the suit jacket off along with it. It was so stuffy in there and the cool air felt like the touch of an angel. 

Your head hung between your shoulders, feeling them shake with each sob that racked your body. The roots that had planted in your heart burned like a hot poker in your sternum, scorching through your ribs and skin from the inside-out.

You cried out at the pain caused by a single man and the way it felt to be without him. You needed to tell Theo how you felt but the fear of animosity coming from him scared the hell out of you. The thought of hatred any deeper than their normal arguments made you feel like you were dying.

The desire to feel Theo’s hands on your body was more than anything you’d ever felt in your life. It wasn't just a sexual thing. It was something much deeper than that and had been for a very long time. You feared his reaction more than death at this point. But you wanted—needed—to tell him. 

The backstage door opened much gentler than it had when you had come out. You could hear shoes scraping against the concrete and light exhales. You recognized the pattern of them, knowing the way Enzo breathed.

"Hey," the man said quietly, placing his hand on your back. His presence seemed to invoke a sense of tranquility almost instantly. Your cheeks dried and the pain alleviated a bit.

"Enzo, I—"

"I know." 

You shut up at this. You knew that he had known for a while now, it just felt odd speaking openly about it. It felt wrong but he seemed to make it alright.

"I don't know what to do…," you whispered.

"You will."

There were no more words after this. Only Enzo’s hand on your back and his gentle breathing that soothed you like a lullaby.

× × ×

When the group arrived back at the hotel—still, no words were spoken. Enzo’s hand no longer touched your back and his breathing was too far away to hear. 

Theo did not look at you once and your neck ached with the weight of the older's coldness. You could taste the bitter mood on your tongue and you tried to swallow it, but it remained. The aftertaste seemed to be stronger.

The silence became almost suffocating once you had stepped through the door to your hotel room. You shut it and collapsed against the broadside of it, sliding the length of your spine down its surface. 

You brought your knees to your chest and buried your face between the two of them, covering your ears with your arms. Radio static and honeyed oatmeal voices rang in your head at a deafening volume. You sighed at the aggressive cacophony within your brain, wishing desperately for it to stop.

You had to tell Theo—that much was obvious. But how? If you were going to get practical, you’d technically already told him. You’d confessed when he had found the song. But the older man hadn't known this.

You pulled himself from the floor and approached the cream telephone that sat menacingly on the bedside table. Your breathing picked up uncomfortably, making a bit of panic set in. Your fingers closed around the receiver and you brought to your ear. You called the front desk and asked for Theo’s room number. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears at the anticipation. 

"Who's this?"

"Um…Theo, it's me."

"Oh," the voice on the other end chuckled. "I thought you were some crazy fan or something. What's up, love?"

"C—" you choked on your words, your throat swelling as if a pillow had been shoved down it. "Can you come to my room, please?"

There was a silence on the other end that lasted only a few milliseconds. It was most likely Theo hearing the question and making a decision, but it felt like years to you. The fingernails on your free hand creased into the flesh of your palm so deeply you could've sworn you were drawing blood.

"Yeah, sure thing," he spoke. "I’ll be right over. Do you want me to bring my pillow?"

"If you want," you said, a breath of air slipping past your lips in delighted relief.

"Alright," he whispered into the phone, the crackly connection making it seem as if Theo was there next to you already.

The line went dead and, still, you stood there, with the phone pressed to your ear. It was as if you were waiting for him to come back and tell you he was just kidding. That he would never help you out or stay with you.

Your throat felt tight again. but the feeling did not remain when there was a knock at your door. The phone slipped from your fingers and clattered against the dresser, dangling against each individual drawer.

You made your way to the door and pulled it open—perhaps a bit too harshly. Theo waited on the other side with his pillow tucked beneath his arm. He was already in his night clothes—the same trousers and shirt as this morning on the beach. 

"Hey," you spoke breathlessly.

"Hey," he replied, equally breathless as if he had run the whole way here. Your stomach tingled at the thought of him hurrying as fast as he could to see you. It made you feel as warm as if he had just wrapped you in a blanket.

Theo stepped in and threw his pillow on your bed, collapsing against the old mattress right after it. He made himself comfortable, slipping his feet beneath the duvet.

"I have to take a shower, okay?" you said.

"Of course—I'm not your mum," he chuckled which made the younger suppress a smile.

"Okay." 

You made quick with your work of grabbing your night clothes—the jumper and trousers you wore this morning—out of the dressers and exiting the room. You walked down the hallway to the communal showers at the end of it. You didn't like having to share showers with strangers but you reckoned it was better than nothing.

The shower was quick and hot and steamed up the bathroom fast. The moisture in the air filled your lungs and made it somewhat difficult to breathe. In an effort to get out of the suffocating room, you dressed quickly and hung your towel around your neck.

When you arrived back into the room, Theo had drifted off. His eyes were peacefully shut and his body was curled around his pillow like a child to its mother. Your chest ached at the small tells he seemed to have that always compared him to a young boy.

The duvet had been pulled up to his waist and tucked messily. He looked comfortable. 

You smiled softly and ran the towel over your hair once again, attempting to dry it a bit more. You threw the used material in the corner of the small closet and made your way over to the bed.

As gently as you could, you slipped beneath the heavy duvet and laid on your side, watching over Theo. You watched as his body rose and fell with stable breaths.

The older's eyes fluttered and he found yours. He was suddenly awake and glancing around.

"Oh, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to nod off like that," he sighed, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "What did you want to talk about, love?"

"Nothing, it's alright. Go back to sleep," you smiled, reaching over to pat the top of his hand.

"No, you wanted to talk, let's—"

"Really, Theo, go to sleep."

The older looked unsure but also incredibly tired. He sighed and leant his head back against his pillow. He seemed to be physically fighting sleep, trying his hardest to stay awake for his friend.

"Go to sleep," you whispered once again. You continued to watch as the young man drifted off again, his fingers curling around your hand, seeking subconscious comfort.

You stared at the two of your hands before slowly turning it over. You entwined your fingers with his, marvelling in how they looked together. 

"I love you, Teddy," you whispered to your sleeping love. You wondered if he was awake in the slightest and whether or not he'd heard. If he had, he said nothing.

You watched as the man's lips trembled under the weight of his dreams. You decided that you should probably go to sleep as well. You all had a big day tomorrow and you knew well enough that the man lying next to you was going to paint your dreams with gorgeous devastation.

Part 3!

[lilykatelyn-blog]

Hello! I read your kinktober day 1 and omgg it was amazing

Would u consider writing pt-2?

Also,please add me to the taglist<3

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER PT. 2

Pairing: DomDemon!Lee Know x SubAngelFem!Reader Genre: fluff, smut,

Notes: hey! Ofc! You’re added rn! And here is part 2. I’m so glad a lot of you liked it!

Warnings: making out, his horns are sensitive, hickeys, ass kink bc it’s Lee Minho, unsafe sex, not big dick Lee know but long dick Lee know, references to cheating on you with Jisung bc.. well, you get it, grinding, bondage, d/s dynamics.

pt 1.

Well, obviously you stayed, since he asked you to. So you were just cooking when he just barged into his apartment. “AH- oh hey! You stayed!” He looked like he had nearly shit his pants before he softened up. “Yeah, I made dinner. Sit.” You replied, engrossed in what you were cooking. You heard silence and assumed he was sitting and on his phone or something. “What are you- oh.” He came up behind you and he back hugged you, you were surprised until you felt him hug you. “I’m hugging you because I honestly did not think you would stay, Angel.” You could feel his breath on your neck as you continued cooking your dinner. Now after a while, you finished it and plated it. “Dinners ready, Min.” You both sat down and you eagerly watched his reaction. “Is- have I been missing out on this for all my fucking life? What the hell, this is delicious!” He exclaimed looking like a child whose mom just cooked his favorite food, simply making you chuckle. “Glad you enjoy it, love.” You two still needed to discuss your current positions considering you two live literally an eternity away from each other. “Angel, I’m.. glad you stayed.” He made a show of gagging after saying it, but you knew he was genuine. “Hmm, me too. Now can we please watch die hard?” “Fine, this is like the 100th time tho.” He knew all the lines and who said them at what exact time at this point. But for you, he’d burn the world to ashes if it meant making you smile.

you honestly had no idea how you got here, one minute you were watching Alan Rickman (may he rest in peace 🕊️), the next you were on Minho, moaning as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His kisses were no longer slow and sensual, but messy and passionate. His actions led to you wanting more, more friction, more kissing, more everything, which eventually resulted in you slowly moving back and forth on his semi. “Mmh- Jagi- just like that-“ his sentence was ended in a long drawn out moan, his hands went straight to your ass, guiding you back and forth. “Wai- wait,” he softly pushed you off, stopping you. “Was ‘bout to come, have to be in you-“ he got cut off by you grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him while unbuckling his belt. “C-can’t hold up the glamour anymore, Jagi.” He warned, making you scoff, you’ve seen him multiple times. “Whatever, let it run free, babe.” You took his dick in your hand, slowly stroking him as you watched his horns come out, and then his tail, and finally his wings. his breaths were speeding up, a telltale of his high approaching. “Ngh- coming!” His hot cum spurted onto his clothed chest and your hand. Coming down from his high, he took off his shirt, along with yours. “Got to feel these beautiful tits, baby. Saints, where have these been all my fucking life?” He murmured while taking your bra off and fondling your tits, causing you to giggle. “Since when do you believe in saints?” You asked in a playful manner. “Since you woke up in my house.” Came his simple reply, sucking on your left tit.

You released a wanton moan, grabbing his hair. “That’s it, pull my hair, Angel.” Causing you to pull it harder, he pulled away, going to pull your pants down, discarding them in an unknown corner of the room. He went for your neck and sucking on it, not caring about the consequences in your heated moment. “Hold on a second love, I’m going to get something.” He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. You practically gushed with arousal at the sight. “Hands please.” He gestured to your hands, cuffing them tightly behind your back. “Too tight?” He softly asked, whispering in your ear. You shook your head no, unable to speak for fear that your voice would squeak. “On your knees, love.” Roughly pushing your face down into the pillows, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, releasing a throaty groan, while your mouth hung open in a silent moan. His slow and shallow thrusts turned fast and deep, making your moans increase in volume, while his groans got deeper, his voice getting lower. “Fuck, I need to feel you deeper Angel.” Flipping you around, he pushed your knees to your chest, pushing in with no warning, thrusting in fast and deep. “Minho-! Nngh! I’m coming!” You screamed, reaching your high. “Me too, Angel.” He managed to grunt out, riding you through your high, reaching his own and releasing inside of you. You were on the verge of passing out, so he got up and got a damp washcloth and wiped you down. “I know, it’s gonna hurt, sorry.” He apologized softly as you squirmed from overstimulation. After he cleaned you up, he fell on his back next to you, hugging your waist as you cuddled up in his bare chest. “You know, I always thought you were in love with Jisung.” You joked, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hmm, who says I’m not? And I’m just needing sex.” “Because Jisung’s married, idiot.” You laughed, falling asleep next to him as he laughed with you and admired you. Oh, how he would love to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will, even if it takes burning the world for you.

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[shingo-naizuke]

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Genre i write

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Rape

Yandere tendencies (I will write it sometimes, but to my liking, I won't write yandere tendencies like non-consensual or things like that)

Smut with minors (all characters will be grown up)

Kinks like pissing or vomiting

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Character x character

Oc x character

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[justplainwhump]

Season's Greetings

After last week's poll (thank you so much to everyone who participated!), here's the Christmas special for 238/training!Angel.

This is dedicated to and inspired by @angst-after-dark, Thane Barlow is their character.

As to be expected, it is pretty much leaning into smut. Enjoy!

[Making Angel]

Content/warnings: BBU, facility whump, institutional whump, nsfwhump, recorded whump, dubcon use of toys, male whumpers with female whumpee, whumper pov.

Walking through the hallways of facility 002 before Christmas was special, somehow. Even without any decoration among the sterile white, there was a festive mood to be felt, just from the way the handlers smiled when they greeted each other, or the spring to their steps.

The trainees wouldn't get any gifts for Christmas.

But the employees, they did.

As head handler, Jared Grimm had introduced various employee benefits; one of them a very popular Christmas tombola. Not everyone could get the main prize - taking home a pet over the holidays - especially not given the often more delicate nature of facility 002's acquisitions, but there were several more prizes: a full cleaning of the home before the relatives arrived, catering for Christmas dinner, a full styling and hairdo, all declared part of the facility's Domestics' training, all doing wonders for the workplace climate.

And there was of course, another choice group to receive Christmas gifts. Clients. Pretty much every case they handled in facility 002 was personal, meaningful for the prospective owners, and insanely price, too.

Personally tailored Season's Greetings were the least the facility could do.

Jared looked down at the instructions on his tablet. Alex had prepared a little script for each of the greetings. 238's prospective was to get a video. Technically, her primary handlers was meant to speak the opening words, but Alan Nguyen hadn't as much glanced at the notes, just lifted the Santa hat with two fingers and handed it back to Jared. "I did my professional due. Humiliating the girl. I will not humiliate myself for that douche and be his clown in a Santa hat. You do that alright."

Jared rolled his eyes. Arrogant douche himself. But Jared couldn't afford to annoy him - plus, he was the best handler they had, and there could be worse than spending some quality time with one of his trainees.

He pulled the hat over his head and nodded at the cameraman, waiting for his prompt to start speaking. "Good day, Mr Barlow! I'm Jared Grimm, WRU head handler, and it's my honor to send you Christmas greetings in the name of the entire company! We have a little something prepared for you behind this door, in honor of holiday season! Let's have a look!"

Jared got how it could feel little degrading indeed, playing the cheerful entertainer, but he was a WRU handler - he'd gone through worse for a lot less.

The door opened at a swipe of his card with a beep and a click, and cameraman panned to the door, filming through the crack where the dim flicker of christmas lights filled the room.

Angel, Alex had noted. Client seems to like angel analogies for this product (quote: "Make her be my Angel, and make her love it").

And they had taken this literally today.

Jared stared for a second, giving the cameraman time to slowly, carefully catch every detail of 238's flawless presentation.

She was wearing sheer white lingerie, that covered nothing yet emphasised everything. Her golden hair was curled into soft locks and crowned with a glittering halo, and small feathery wings strapped to her back over a short golden cape. Golden glitter was applied to her body as well, shimmering on her collarbone and chest.

She smiled at Jared, flirtatious and confident, curving her body in just the right ways for the camera to catch her.

She didn't kneel, though, to his slight dismay. It made sense for the order, of course. A luxury pet. For a demanding client.

Jared was a stranger to her - and she wouldn't kneel for just anyone.

"Well, good day, 002238," Jared said. There wasn't a script for her. Trainees didn't need to be told to act. Their entire being was a performance, and he expected her to excel at it. "You're special, aren't you? A very precious, very special pet for a very special owner." He reached out to clip a golden leash to the soft golden leather collar around her neck. (Prospective: "She will look better in a leash.")

"Of course I am," she whispered, and Jared was struck by the perfect counterpoints of the almost confident smile tugging at her lip and her gaze devoutly cast down. "I'm special for you, and I will be perfect for my owner."

Jared felt the pinpricks of an urge to discipline her, make her perfect for himself. It was part of her configuration of course, just like the part about not kneeling. A slight air of arrogance, but always submissive to her owner - and only him. Showing off her master's luxury.

Nguyen had outdone himself.

"You will be," Jared assured her, lifting her chin towards him. Glitter was smeared over her cheeks, too, sparkling between her freckles. "You're a beautiful product. Why don't you smile at the camera, tell your owner yourself? Season's greetings."

A soft blush blossomed on her cheeks underneath the gold, perfectly crafted, and still so natural. "He's... is he watching?"

"He is," Jared said.

Shivering, she sank to her knees. "Happy holidays, Sir," she whispered into the camera. "I can't wait to be yours."

"Why don't you show him just how much?"

"How?" She looked up at him, her dark eyes seeming even deeper among all the glitter.

"Get... Get on that table, 238." Jared didn't even try to hide the hoarse roughness tinting his voice. The product worked. It was always something else, if you hadn't trained them yourself. Even after more than two decades on the job, feeling that power over the entirety of another human was thrilling.

She got to her feet, with a grace that would seem natural to any outsider but perfectly matched that of any other WRU product, and swung herself on the edge of the table, legs dangling, upper body leaning backwards, presenting her cute breasts once more.

Jared's own trainees, back in the day, would've all been trained to be on their back already, presenting a whole different view.

This one was still keeping eye contact. Not with Jared, though. With the camera. "I hope I fullfil everything you desire." Her voice was tinted with arousal, and Jared couldn't even tell if it was fake or real. It didn't matter. Her hand ran over her body, playing with the straps tied around her, fingers idly circling her nipples.

The cameraman shifted his weight nervously, pressed his thighs together, and Jared smirked. She worked just as she should.

"Here," he mumbled, as he stepped in with the finishing decor - golden clamps, adorned with tiny bells that jingled when he fixed them to her nipples. The noise was lovely, but even more so was her sharp little gasp.

"238 isn't trained for pain," Jared said to the camera. "But she promised us, she'll take it for you."

"Anything," 238 said. "I love you, Sir. I love to be whatever you want me to be. I'm ready."

They hadn't told her to say that. Or what to do. But as any well trained Romantic should, when told to perform while none of her betters made a move, she did it on her own. She let herself sink onto her back on the padded table - finally - crossed her hands above her head and slowly, almost teasingly, opened her legs. This time, the gasp came from the camera man, staring at the diamond nestled in between her folds.

Jared bit back a chuckle. Yeah. That one was a sight.

"Good girl," he murmured, reaching for the seasonal fastenings he'd brought - a rough rope, entwined with fairy lights - and fixated her ankles to the table before he moved on to bind her hands above her head. "You'll be so good for your owner."

Still standing behind her head, he pulled a vibrator from his pocket, as golden as herself, and presented it to the camera. "Mr Barlow, here's your gift. The card we delivered to you held a small golden controller. Would you push the upper button on it?"

It took a moment, before the vibrator hummed to life in Jared's hand.

The pet shivered at the noise, already conditioned so perfectly, and a soft jingle sounded from the bells on her.

"And now press the other?"

238 back arched, and she let out a surprised cry of pain, the bells rattling.

Jared reached out and ran a caressing finger over her breast. "There's electrodes in the clamps, at your free disposal."

Jared pulled back his hand a second up late, when she seizured again, his hand thrumming with the remainder of a tiny shock. Seemed like the owner's kind of humor. Great then. He'd hopefully enjoy this whole display.

"Be good, 238," Jared whispered to her. "He's watching."

The vibrator was buzzing in his hand, wildly alive, as he slid it into her with practised ease.

She was wet already. If Jared assessed correctly, she'd stay so for a long, long while. Her owner wouldn't make this easy for her.

But then again, that was exactly what they'd made her for.

Jared waved at the camera, now mounted on a tripod. "Merry Christmas, Mr Barlow. We'll leave you to it in private now."

The cameraman swallowed, as he stepped back, wiping his palms on his pants. "You can wait in the observation room," Jared said to him, quietly enough for the camera not to catch their voices. "There's tissues, if you need them."

Jared might tune into the livestream from his office he thought. Or not. After all, he'd definitely be the one to get the privilege of being with 238 after Barlow was done. He preferred being the only one in charge.

He pulled off the Santa hat and ruffled a hand through his hair, ignoring the pet's moans behind him. As he followed the cameraman outside and raised his card to lock the door, the last thing he heard was the pet's sincere whisper.

"I love you, Sir."

[ao3feed-peterstiles]

Wolves in Yellowstone

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48099454

by Lunar_Eclipse_Tales

"All the angels are gone, son. There's only devils left."

The Stilinski Ranch is the biggest ranch in Montana. Stiles has been away for 8 years for school and is finally coming home. Home to a life he thought he could leave behind. A life filled with cattle, horses, rodeo, lies, betrayal, and violence. Ranchers make their own rules and they protect what's theirs. They'll do everything in their power to keep what they have and they don't care what laws are broken in the process. Can Stiles slide back into that lifestyle after being away for so long? Can he keep his promise to himself not to get involved with a cowboy? Even if this one particular one sets him ablaze?

Peter Hale has been with the Stilinski Ranch for 6 years. He's put the work in and built up a pack. His loyalty lies with the Stilinskis and he'll do anything to help them keep what's theirs even if it means getting blood on his hands. He wouldn't do anything to jeopardize his place at the ranch. Until he comes face to face with the owner's son and his world is flipped upside down. Can he curb his desires and stay away? Or will he risk everything he's worked for for just a taste of him? He wants Stiles more than he's ever wanted anyone before.

Words: 3051, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Noah Stilinski, Derek Hale, Jordan Parrish, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Jackson Whittemore, Alan Deaton

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Steter - Freeform, Good Peter Hale, Pack Alpha Peter Hale, Sassy Peter Hale, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst, POV Peter Hale, Dom Peter Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Top Peter Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Protective Peter Hale, Peter Hale is a Little Shit, Mates Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Peter Hale, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Yellowstone vibes, Cowboy Peter Hale, Equestrian Stiles, badass stiles, BAMF Stiles Stilinski

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48099454

[mystic-story-lover]

♤ MASTERLIST ♤

☆ means smut ○ means it's part of a series

♤ 1 CALLED MANDERS ♤

■ I'm Yours Cowboy

♤ ACE AUSTIN ♤

■ I Don't Share What's Mine ☆

■ And New ☆

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♤ ADAM COLE ♤

■ Do You Hate Me

■

♤ ADAM PAGE ♤

■ Cowboy Like Me

■ Texas Death ☆

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♤ ALAN ANGELS ♤

♤ ALEX SHELLEY ♤

■ Long Story Short

■ Congratulations

■ My Champion

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♤ ALEX ZAYNE ♤

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♤ CHRIS BEY ♤

■ And New ☆

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♤ CHRIS SABIN ♤

■ Congratulations

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♤ CHRISTIAN CAGE ♤

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♤ CLARK CONNORS ♤

■ Surprise

♤ DAN "DRILLA" MOLONEY ♤

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♤ DAVID FINLAY ♤

■ Let Me Help You

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♤ EDDIE KINGSTON ♤

♤ EL PHANTASMO ♤

■ Injury

■ Stipulations

■ Confessions

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♤ HOOK ♤

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♤ JAY WHITE ♤

■Positives and Negatives

■ It Should've Been Me

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♤ JOE HENDRY ♤

♤ JON MOXLEY ♤

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♤ JUNGLE BOY ♤

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♤ JT DUNN ♤

♤ KENNY OMEGA ♤

■ I'm Saying Yes

■ Apologies

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♤ KEVIN BLACKWOOD ♤

♤ KIP SABIAN ♤

♤KYLE FLETCHER♤

■ Play the Game

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♤ LANCE ARCHER ♤

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♤ MANCE WARNER ♤

♤ MATT JACKSON ♤

■ See You Back At My Place

♤ MATTHEW JUSTICE ♤

■ Save Me

♤ MATT TAVEN ♤

♤ MIKE BAILEY ♤

♤ NICK JACKSON ♤

♤ ORANGE CASSIDY ♤

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♤ RICKY STARKS ♤

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♤ RODERICK STRONG ♤

■ Stay with Me ☆

♤ SAMOA JOE ♤

♤ TRENT BERETTA ♤

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♤ WARDLOW ♤

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♤ WHEELER YUTA ♤

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♤ ZACK SABRE JR. ♤

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[fanglezz-fantome-batz]

[Shared account Masterlist]

🦇!!The Batz masterlist!!🦇

(Feel free to request anything on this list. Limits are on the bottom!)

-Horror/Slashers-

{Smut + Fluff}

Ghostface (Anyone of them)

Jennifer Tilly

Billy Loomis

RZ Micheal Myers

OG Micheal Myers

Pyramid Head

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Predator

Slenderman

Laughing Jack

{Fluff only}

Jeff the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Ticci Toby

Clockwork

Judge Angels

Ben Drowned

Jane the killer

Nina the killer

Sally Williams (platonic ONLY)

-Other-

{Smut + Fluff}

König [CoD]

John Price [CoD]

Simon "Ghost" Riley [CoD]

(Or just Task force 141 in general)

JD [Heathers]

Venom [Marvel]

Tate Frost [Frost bite]

Sunny day Jack [What's wrong with Sunny day Jack]

Peter [Your Boyfriend]

Alan [Your Hatchet man]

-WRITING LIMITS-

Pedophilia

Necrophilia

Noncon (dubcon is iffy and depends)

Scat

Ddlg

👻!!!The Ghost Masterlist!!!👻

-Horror/slasher-

Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

RZ!Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Lenz

Ghostface

Art the clown

Brahms Heelshire

Hannibal Lector

Vincent Sinclair

The predator/ yatujta

Beetlejuice

Pennywise[only and new]

Jennifer Tilly

Chucky

Carrie

-Games-

Tate [FrostBite]

Peter [Your Boyfriend]

-Games-

Tate [FrostBite]

Peter [Your Boyfriend]

-dni-

Normal dni things

-i will not write-

Necrophilia

Pedophilia

Scat

Rape

Nonconsensual somnophilia

zoophilia

ddlg

-movies-

Venom

JD

-creepypasta/marble hornets-[Fluff and angst only!]

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Slenderman[can do smut]

Laughing jack[can do smut]

Ticci toby

Ben drowned

Masky

Hoodie

Nina

Sally[platonic and friendship only!]

[sleepingdeath-light]

updated frequently -> last update on 02/06/24

all of the drafts i currently have on this blog, organised alphabetically by format, fandom name, and character name. some will be self explanatory and others will have a bit more detail attached to them. this only includes requests that i have completed or that i am actively working on.

alphabets

-> fluff

none currently drafted

-> smut

wildberry cookie ; cr

-> yandere

none currently drafted

drabbles

-> sfw

none currently drafted

-> nsfw

none currently drafted

headcanons

-> being in a relationship

minthara ; bg3

butter roll cookie ; cr

fire spirit cookie ; cr

longan dragon cookie ; cr

lord oyster cookie ; cr

macaroni cookie ; cr

mystic flour cookie ; cr

sparkling cookie ; cr

sally smithson / the nurse ; dbd

v ; md

blue diamond ; su

-> specific sfw scenarios

o!ciel phantomhive + catching his italian s/o practising stragheria ; bb

claude faustus + catching his italian s/o practising stragheria ; bb

grelle sutcliffe + s/o with adhd ; bb

sebastian michaelis + jamaican witch s/o ; bb

sebastian michaelis + s/o with adhd ; bb

william t. spears + catching his italian s/o practising stragheria ; bb

brandy + helping her adopted trans daughter cope with dysphoria ; blu ey

heeler family + having a deaf youngest child reader ; blu ey

silverbell cookie + parental!reader ; cr

angel dust + verosika mayday!friend ; hh

charlie morningstar + verosika mayday!s/o ; hh

lucifer morningstar + verosika mayday!s/o ; hh

lucifer morningstar + bonding over shared love of ducks ; hh

claudia wolf + nonbeliever s/o ; sh

gangle + being woken up by her friend when she’s sleepwalking ; tadc

wally + falling for a human that wants to go home ; wh

-> smut

butter roll cookie ; cr

cheddar cheese cookie ; cr

adam ; hh

blue diamond ; su

-> specific nsfw scenarios

longan dragon cookie + eating out afab s/o ; cr

sparkling cookie + bottoming ; cr

howdy + spring time rut ; wh

sally + dom fem s/o + bdsm ; wh

-> yandere character(s)

none currently drafted

-> specific yandere scenarios

poly alan sylvasta & shirou ogami s + s/o who is like lady dimitrescu ; bna

one shots

-> sfw

none currently drafted

-> nsfw

after the show ; beast + fem ; bb

alone in the office ; grelle + fem ; bb

a new act ; dagger + fem ; bb

arachnophilia ; claude + fem ; bb

liquid courage ; grelle + sebastian + fem ; bb

moths to a flame ; ronald + fem ; bb

sweet as sugar ; william + fem ; bb

twice loved ; grelle + madam red + fem ; bb

unbecoming of a lady ; sebastian + fem ; bb

[itjazzbicch]

Special Recruit

Pairing: Alan "5" Angels x Preston "10" Vance x Fem Reader

Summary: Alan is determined to get a new recruit for the dark order, wanting it to be the reader, who needs some convincing in order to join. Bringing along 10, they know the perfect way to convince her to join...

Warnings: SMUT!! (18+ ONLY)

Requested by: @do-number43 (I hope you enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1233

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

"Guys," I sighed, sitting back in my chair, not even out of my boots yet, "I have too much on my plate for you two to hit me with this."

"Joining the Dark Order will help clean off that plate!" Alan argued, trying to convince me to join the Dark Order for what seemed like the millionth time, having Preston for backup this time.

"For example, those Elite losers who keep messing with you," Preston brought up, catching my eye while flexing those massive biceps, "Could squash them with ease."

"Wouldn't that be nice," I whispered under my breath, Alan hearing, arousing my curiosity when he stood above me, smiling:

"See? Give me one good reason why you shouldn't join the Dark order. Just one."

I saw the game Alan was playing, having the advantage because I couldn't give him a reason not to join. Clicking my tongue and turning away made him chuckle:

"Still not convinced I see," Preston sighed, taking a step closer when Alan observed:

"I get it, Y/N. You're stressed, but now that I think about it-"

That smirk on his face showed the naughty thoughts in his mind, taking my mind into that land too when my eyes fell, seeing his thumb on his waistband, showing off his defined V-line.

"Allow us to get rid of that stress," He offered, Preston supporting, having me ready to drool when he showed off his v-line too, taking my hand, letting my hand slide up along that mountain of a body he had.

Every muscle was rock hard and defined, blood running hot. He didn't need to guide my hand anymore, my hand moving on its own, squeezing his pec.

They had me.

Preston was beaming with confidence, taking my hand to stand me up, pulling me in for a kiss, taking both of my hands and placing them on his chest, flexing his pecs and cooing, "Just think of having all of this with you all the time."

That was a very pleasant thought, Alan giving me more to think about, up against my back, keeping me sandwiched, able to feel his hard-on against my ass, hot kisses along my neck:

"Whenever you want it, however you want it."

"You boys letting me take the lead?" I wanted to assure, smiling against Preston's lips, unable to stop touching and feeling him, fingertip along his inner hip.

"Take the lead," Alan allowed, and I started with Preston, yanking his hit tights and commanding:

"You. Pants. Off. Now."

No rebuttals, kicking off his boots, Alan making sure the rush from it was more intense for me, still kissing my neck, hand slipping into my shorts and finding my clit, shaking in his arms, body trying to curl from the nerves.

"That turns you on, huh?" Alan whispered, eyes finding a fully nude Preston on the couch, "Made you wet real fast."

"Mhm, Alan," I whined, huffing, "Alright. Your turn."

"Yes ma'am," He chuckled, letting me go, turning around so I could see those skinny jeans drop, leaving me with a droolish smile, the sight of his cock having me admit:

"Damn the two of you are too fucking hot."

"Hope you can handle the heat," Preston smirked, giving me a light spank, "It's your turn."

"Since you two were so kind to me," I giggled, throwing off my top first, letting Alan enjoy the front view, bending over perfectly to let Preston see my shorts disappear, not waiting to grab me by the hips and pull me back onto him.

I had my moment and they surely took their chance, a wet kiss from Alan smacking right into me. Preston's hands were so large, able to hold my entire breast in each hand, squeezing and teasing my nipples.

Alan kept my attention, kissing down his stomach while I stroked his cock softly, feeling it grow rock-hard; Preston let him have a better position, also getting a loud moan out of me by picking me up by the hips, slouching down, lining his cock up with my entrance and sitting me down slowly, inch by inch.

Moaning with my mouth wide open, Alan took an invitation, slapping his cock against my mouth softly, being playful:

"Don't forget about me."

"Keep being a good girl. You can handle us," Preston encouraged, hands guiding my hips back, rocking me on his cock, sliding deeper and deeper.

"A very good girl," Alan cooed, biting his lip while my mouth closed around his cock, "Giving me even better reasons to recruit you."

The pleasure was too good on both ends; Alan wasn't too rough but was thrusting his cock down my throat, holding my head in place while Preston picked up his hips, strong thrusts on top of throwing myself back, cock buried deep and over-sensitizing my sweet spot.

After so much, I had to pull away from Alan, choking, "I'm sorry. It's just that I'm gonna cum."

"Don't be sorry," He chuckled, observing closely, "Cum for him."

"I'm so close," I whined, gasping for air because Preston was determined, picking me up and slamming his hips back into mine, the collision hard, about ruining my sweet spot, only a few of those needed to make me gush all around him, "Okay, okay. I need a second, Oh my god!"

I leaned back against him, being eased into more bliss with his kisses, giggling:

"You two are something else."

"I didn't even get to show you what I'm truly capable of," Alan noted; Preston gave him a hand, pushing my lower half out further, legs hooked over his thighs and open wide, still laying against him while Alan took his stance.

"Got damn," Alan murmured, seeing my dripping cunt, walls squeezing him hard when he slowly slide his cock in, "Think you can come for me like that?"

"Gotta put in the work," I teased, that attitude being knocked out of me with a thrust.

"I always put in the work," He informed, doing just that.

Preston had to hold me in place to keep me from sliding, kisses and squeezes helping me feel not too overwhelmed, but Alan's immense pleasure was inevitable, starting out slow, speed increasing with every thrust till he was bottoming me out.

"Alan!" I whined, smiling, "Keep it just like that."

"You gonna cum for me too?" He panted, proud and working even harder when I nodded, being to gasp and grip onto Preston hard, unable to speak but moans explained it all, "Oh fuck, you are so damn tight."

I guided Preston's hands to my breasts, trying to distract myself from the burn of my nerves, but he added to it, hips jerking up hard and gushing just as hard as before, barely able to breathe, managing a smirk when I heard Alan whisper:

"Made a mess, girl. Fucking beautiful."

They made sure I wasn't done just yet. Alan withdrawing made me gasp from how hard my walls were clenching, Preston feeling for himself when he slipped in a finger slowly, chuckling, "Man, can just barely take my finger."

"Another great reason to join the Dark Order, am I right or am I wrong?" Alan brought up, proud and so was Preston, keeping me in an embrace because of my shaking.

"You two have a very nice form of persuasion," I admitted, "Maybe the Dark Order is right for me."

[writtingrose]

Fantasy Come True

SUMMARY;  Based on what happens after this wonderful headcannon by @omg-im-such-a-masochist I suggest giving it a read before reading this. 

 WARNINGS; Pure fucking smut. It’s dirty as shit ya’ll

REQUESTED BY; no one

BETA’D BY; @abadamn  and @omg-im-such-a-masochist

CO-WRITTEN BY;  none

WORD COUNT; 2,323

Y/N moaned gently as he fingers ghosted over her clit. Several days had passed since the incident in the locker room and Y/N couldn’t get it out of her head. Every time she closed her eyes, visions of them filled her head. 

“You enjoy being our little fuck doll, don’t you? Yeah, we know you do.” 

Alan’s words echoed in her head as she slipped a finger into her dripping entrance.

“Alan! Sammy!” She moaned just as a knock sounded at her door.

Her eyes flew open as her heart beat. Quickly pulling out her fingers she jumped off the bed and struggled to put something on. “C-Coming!” She quickly slid on her shorts and a tee shirt, bouncing towards the door. She took a second to smooth her hair before she pulled the door open. 

“Ye- Oh.” Her eyes widened as they met Sammy's, Alan standing with a smile beside him. “Hey guys. What, um, what brings you to my room?”

“Well,” Sammy smiled as he shook the camera in his hands. “We haven’t seen you much for a few days and were wondering if you’d like to shoot something for the Vlog? Fans love having you on and we haven’t lately.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks reddened as she nodded and cleared her throat. “That sounds great, actually! Come on in?” She stepped back and gestured for them to enter. 

Sammy and Alan shared a look as they stepped into her room. They really had come to film something for the vlog. However, as they stepped inside and caught a glimpse of the pink vibrator under her pillow, their minds couldn’t help but drift to filming other things. The idea of her naked and gasping between them had their cocks stiffening in their pants as they tried to hide it. 

“Why don’t we just film you telling the fans about where you’ve been? What have you been up to?’ Sammy smirked as he pointed the camera towards her, getting ready to press the record option as Alan sat up the tripod. 

She nodded as she sucked in a shuddering breath, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sure. I can do that. Start it?”

Sammy nodded as he sat the camera on the pod and pressed record, giving her a thumbs up. As the camera started, Alan nudged him. Y/N had already begun and was no longer paying attention to them. Sammy turned to him and raised an eyebrow as Alan pulled at his shirt then nodded his head towards you.Following the nod, his eyes turned to you as they darkened. Your shirt was inside out, tag towards the front.

They knew exactly what you had been doing.

Clearing his throat, Alan stepped beside the camera, just out of view and ran his fingers over his beard. 

“Just what have you been doing in here, Y/N?”

Y/N froze as she tried to keep her composure. “What do you mean? I was literally just telling the camera I was getting ready for bed.”

“Bullshit.” He growled as he stepped in front of her and pulled her shirt out, making her look at the tag. 

Sammy licked his lips as he nodded and pointed to her pillow. “Saw your little friend too. Wanna try again, Y/N?”

Her eyes widened as she struggled to come up with an excuse. 

She was caught. However that didn’t mean she had to give up easily. 

“What are you talking about? I grabbed a shirt off the floor, guys, of course it’s going to be inside out. As for that, well, I wasn’t expecting company. Doesn’t mean I was using it.”

She could tell by the way they looked at her they knew she was lying.

Digging into the pocket of his joggers Alan ‘tsked’ his tongue. “Oh, I meant to ask. Lose something?” He smirked as he held up a sapphire ring; a gift her grandmother had given her years earlier. 

She gasped and reached forward to take it, momentarily forgetting what they were talking about. “Oh my gosh! I thought I had forgotten this at home this time. Where’d you find it?”

“From the gym, outside the locker rooms.” Alan smirked before licking his lips. His hand shot out to grab her chin as he knelt in front of her. “The boys locker room, Y/N. I wonder how it got there.”

Y/N freezes, hand still outstretched as she looks up to meet his eyes. “W-what did you say?”

Sammy chuckles darkly, shaking his head as he kneels beside Alan. “Did he stutter, slut.” He looks at Alan and raises an eyebrow, a mocking smile on his face. “You didn’t. Did you Alan?”

Alan shook his head, looking from her to Sammy and back. “No, Sammy I didn’t.”

“You heard him, slut.” Sammy’s gaze moves back to her, the brown of his eyes turning into a dark chocolate. 

Her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest as her mouth went dry. All thought left her as she struggled to come up with something to say.

“Look at that, Sammy.” Alan chuckles and turns her head towards Sammy. “Poor little slut has gone speechless.”

“That’s too bad,” Sammy shook his head as he reached out to stroke his finger over her bottom lip. “If she can’t talk, I guess we’ll just have to make her scream.”

Everything after that moved quickly. They both straighten as Alan pushes her back. Y/N fell back against the pillows as they both reached for their pants.

“Take your shirt off, princess. Shorts too.” Sammy’s eyes moved over her covered body as he pushed his joggers down and tossed them to the side; where they landed on Alans. “Or we’ll rip it off for you.”

Y/N gasped, color suddenly returning to her face as her hands flew to the hem of her shirt. She hesitated for a split second before pulling it up and over her head. “I-I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”

“Are you kidding?” Alan chuckled as he discarded his shirt, rubbing a hand down his chest. “We were so happy when we figured out it was you. There we were, thinking about what you’d look like when we stuffed you full over and over.”

Sammy smirked as he suddenly leaned over her, hand around her throat. “ And there you were, listening. Did you touch yourself, baby? I bet you did. Hell, I bet you were when we knocked. Thinking about what we said. Did you get a good look at our cocks, Y/N? Yeah? You’re about to get a better one.” He slapped her cheek before pulling her shorts off, deciding she was moving to slow.

Y/N nodded as she licked her hips, gaze moving between them. There was no point in hiding what they already knew. “I-I did. Got scared when I knocked the trash can and ran.” She spread her legs provocatively, fingers sliding over her stomach. “Always wondered if I was who you were talking about.”

Sammy crawled onto the bed beside her as Alan grabbed her legs and pulled her down. 

“Does this answer your question?” Sammy smirked as a hand grabbed her hair, rolling her head towards him. His other hand swiped over the tip of his cock, gathering precum before sliding down to the base. Her mouth watered as she greedily watched, nodding. “Good. Now be a good little girl and hold your mouth open for me.”

He placed the tip of his cock on her lips, waiting for her to open her mouth before thrusting inside. With each roll of his hips, his cock would slide closer to her throat, then down it as he groaned, hand tight in her hair. At the same time, Alan leaned forward. Looking up to watch he used two fingers to slide the lips of her pussy apart then, slide his tongue through them in a single stroke. 

“You taste even better than I imagined.” He groaned as his eyes closed for a second, tongue pressing harder against her as he licked again. 

“You should feel her mouth.” Sammy hissed as he looked down at her. “Look up at me while you suck my cock, baby. I wanna see those pretty eyes water.”

Y/N fisted the sheets as her gaze lifted to meet Sammy’s. Around his cock, she moaned. Her hips lifted off the mattress each time Alan pulled his mouth away, begging for more.

“Look at that. We’ve barely touched her and the little slut is already desperate.” Alan chuckled as he slid the tip of his finger inside her, gathering the wetness. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean as he growled. 

Suddenly, a thought hit him and he smirked. His cloudy blue eyes turned to storms as his hand moved to his cock. He gathered the precum on two of his fingers, spreading it over the tips before thrusting them into her. As he did, his mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking harshly.

Y/N cried out, muffled by Sammy’s cock, as her hips lifted off the bed. With his free hand, Alan sprawled his fingers across her stomach, pushing her back onto the mattress as he ate her. Her walls pulsed and stretched around his fingers as she choked on Sammy’s cock.

“Fuck.” Sammy grunted. “That’s our good little slut. Pictured you blissed out like this.” His free hand shot out to fondle her breast, pinching and rolling her nipples as he pulled his cock all the way out, resting it on her lip, before plunging back into her warm mouth. “Filthy little whore just wants to be used, doesn’t she?”

Her nose ran as she took small breaths between the thrust of Sammy’s cock. Inside her, Alan's fingers curled, stroking her walls as he nibbled her clit. Her mind emptied as the pleasure filled her, starting to build in the pit of her stomach.

Alan suddenly pulled back before nudging himself closer to her. Now, with his hands hooked around her hips, his cock pressed against her slit. He bit his lip as he slid it through her soaked folds before thrusting into her. “We’re going to fill you up, princess.” He chuckled as he leant down to wrap his mouth around her nipple. His tongue swirled around then as the skin pebbled before his teeth teased the sensitive skin. “Take turns filling each of your holes until all you can do is drip out cum.”

Her legs wrapped around Alan as she rocked her hips. Her eyes, now blurred and teary, stared up at Sammy as she brought a hand up to roll his balls in her fingers.

“I think she likes the sound of that, Alan. She’s sucking my fucking cock like its her last meal.” Sammy chuckled as he changed angels, her nose now pressing against his skin as he bottomed out in her throat. “We’ve got our own little cum dump. I bet she doesn’t even care if she gets to cum.”

“Oh, but don’t worry, princess. You’ll get to cum. Over and over. Until we decided to stop.” Alan slapped her breasts as he gave her a rough thrust. His balls slapped against  her skin as he slid in and out of her. “Fuck you until you pass out. Wait for you to wake up and do it all over.”

They chuckled as her body writhed and jerked beneath them. Sammy’s cock swelled as he held her head still, the sound of her gags filled the air as he fucked into her mouth. He looked down, watching her as drool rolled down her chin and tears rolled down her cheeks. “Fuck, you’re going to swallow baby. Understand? You’re going to swallow every fucking drop I give you and show me a clean mouth.” He growled before pressing her face as far onto his cock as he could, holding her there as thick ropes of cum filled her mouth. Y/N gagged as she struggled to do as he said. She could feel some ooze from around his cock and brought her fingers up to gather it. 

As Sammy filled her mouth, Alan continued to pound into her tight channel, her walls pulsing and quizzing as her own release neared. Biting his lip, Alan pressed his finger to her clit and circled it as he bottomed out inside her. Warm ropes of cum splashed against her cervix as his mouth wrapped around her nipple, stifling his groan. 

Y/N came suddenly and with force. Her back arched off the bed, pussy clamping onto Alan’s cock as Sammy’s muffled her scream. Her vision went white as her legs shook.

Slowly, each man withdrew from her holes with a satisfied smile on their faces. 

“Look at that, Alan. Already dripping from two for us.” Sammy smirked as he reached down to slide a finger into her cunt then bring it to her lips. “Taste his cum, baby. And yours. You belong to us now.”

Y/N moaned as her mouth wrapped around his fingers. Her tongue eagerly lapped at the moisture as her eyes drooped.

Alan clicked his tongue as he shook his head. He left the bed long enough to grab the camera from the tripod, still recording as he settled against the pillow. “You think we’re done with you? Nah.” He shook his head and grabbed her hair. “Roll over for us, slut.”

Sammy’s strong hands grabbed her and flipped her over. His hand came down hard on her ass as he pulled her back, causing her ass to arch into the air. His cock slid between her soaked folds before he thrust into her, almost completely withdrawing before doing it again. Alan zoomed in on her face “Now show us how you can be a good little fuck doll and suck cock.”  He smirked, “And don’t forget to say ‘cheese’.”

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

SNEAKY

Prompt: I do not write for this wrestler, but I made an exception for my dear friend ❤️ @writtingrose , hope I made you proud 😘

Word Count: Long-ish

Pairings: Alan 5 Angels x OFC - Rose

Warnings: +18, smut, ddlg, praise with degradation

Tag: @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @blxxckheart , @yungbludjazz360 , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @hotyeehawman , @sassymox

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Notes: If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist 😘

“Oh Roooooose” His singing voice called for her from the living room

Rose quickly ran down the stairs, coming face-to-face with Alan, who was already unbuttoning his jeans

“What are you doing here?” She asked

“Is this how you greet daddy, princess?” He asked, pulling her towards him by her hair, making her moan instantly

“Preston is gonna be home any minute now, Alan”

“He’s at the gym, he’s not going to be back until around 4” He leaned forward, biting her neck “We have two hours to enjoy ourselves”

“We both know that two hours is not enough for us”

He turned her around, so her ass could rest against his erection “I’m fine with a quickie” He pressed her harder against him, so she could feel how hard he was for her

“A quickie that lasts an hour?” She joked

“It’s not my fault you’re so addictive” His hand sunk inside her leggings “I missed you so fucking much” Two of his fingers began to circle her clit “Two weeks is too much time without seeing you, feeling you, kissing you” His fingers traveled further down, until they met her soaked entrance “Fucking you” His fingers slid in, as deep as they could so his palm could rest against her clit

“Oh shit” She gasped

“Did you miss daddy, baby?” He nibbled her ear lobe

“So fucking much”

“Yeah? Did you touch yourself thinking about daddy? Thinking about him fucking your pussy?”

“Yes, daddy” You whimpered

“I bet that only served to tease this pretty little pussy, right baby? Since your fingers could never satisfy you like daddy’s dick does, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, daddy...please” You bucked your hips forward

“Oh” He chuckled “My greedy little slut” He turned up the pace of his fingers, you moaned loudly in response

“Does my Rosie girl need to be taken care of?”

You nodded, making him chuckle

He took you up the stairs to your bedroom, without removing his fingers from you. When you reached your room, he quickly shoved you down the bed.

“Always so sweet, Rosie girl” He cooed, licking your juices off his fingers

“Alan, please?” You rolled your hips, as he removed your clothes

“Shhh” He placed one finger on your lips “It’s ok, baby. I know what you need”

He dragged his length against your dampened folds, coating his member with your wetness and aiming his tip with your entrance, wasting no time in sliding in.

“Fuck” You moaned in unison

Alan sat up, grabbing your hips to keep them in place as he started to find the perfect angle to make you go insane.

And when he found it, he smirked, hitting that very same sweet spot over and over and over again

“Oh daddy, please” You whined, bucking your hips forward to meet his thrusts

“Yes, princess, show daddy how much you want his cock”

“Daddy, can I cum, please? Fuck...it feels so good” You yelped

“Cum, baby” One of his hands closed around your neck “Cum on daddy’s cock”

You moaned, when you felt the warm, tingling feeling take over you

Alan grunted, thrusting two more times as he spilled his seed in you.

“I missed you” He kissed your lips softly

You pulled him by his neck closer to you, and he pulled the comforter on top of him, creating a warm nest around you

“I missed you too, baby” You smiled fondly

“What the fuck is going on here?” Preston yelled from your bedroom door

You both startled when you saw his figure standing there

“Preston, calm down” You said when he approached your bed, and tried to take Alan off of you

“You might not wanna do that, because, uh” Alan pointed to his crotch “Naked here”

“You fucked my sister, you piece of shit?” Preston started to hit him

“Stop it!” You tried to push his hands away

“I told you my sister was off limits, you fucker!”

“Ouch! I’m sorry, but I fell in love with her”

“Fell in love, my ass! Do you think I’m dumb? You just want to fuck her and leave!”

“It’s not true, Preston! We’ve been seeing each other for a few months now” You intervened, pushing Alan to the side, so you could sit up straight

“Rose, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“We’ve been together for four months now”

“Why haven’t you told me, Rosie?”

“Because I know you, and I knew how you would react, and wanted to avoid just one of your many tantrums”

He sighed “So you really like him?”

“Yeah, I do” You mumbled

“If you hurt my sister, I’ll cut your dick off!” He punched Alan’s crotch, which made him whine in pain

As Preston stormed out the door, you said

“Don’t worry, babe. He’ll warm up to the idea of the two of us…. eventually”

You cackled when the only thing he did was groan in pain.

Please, if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[brakingpoint]

omg i was busy the past few days and couldnt check tumblr (which is where i get race updates) what happened at belgian gp

short answer: everything, and yet also nothing

long answer:

the weekend is plagued by safety concerns, mostly pertaining to eau rouge & the wet conditions. the start of the first f3 race on saturday is delayed due to the weather, there's a very scary 6 car crash at eau rouge in the w series qualifying, and lando norris has a big crash in the same place during q3 (f1 quali having also been delayed for several minutes due to rain). luckily nobody is hurt beyond a little soreness & bruising, though lando & two of the drivers involved in the w series incident (beitske visser and ayla agren) have to go to hospital for checks, and visser & agren have to miss the w series race.

there's a fair amount of anger about the safety of eau rouge and the undriveable conditions during quali in particular, not least from vettel, who goes on a VERY angry tirade on the radio after lando's crash saying that they should have red flagged the session (he also stops to check that lando is okay, because he is an angel). i believe the general consensus is that seb's rant is at least partially responsible for what went down on sunday bc i'm pretty sure he put the fear of god into michael masi

fast forward to sunday, and it's fucking tipping it down, and the real clown show commences:

the initial start of the race is continually delayed one five minute interval at a time

lewis goes for a wee and is haunted by the experience

pierre would like a snack, namely sausages

about 25 minutes after the scheduled start time a formation lap gets underway behind the safety car. visibility is great

max insists the conditions are driveable for him, presumably forgetting that he only has bernd maylander's spray to contend with (filed under: sentences that could also be found in a very weird smut fic) and everyone else is behind 2-19 other cars

start procedure is suspended, and the chaos commences

in total the race is suspended for ooh.... i want to say about 2.5 hours. during this time we were treated to several fun experiences:

if you're a checo fan and want to know how he did, the answer is he crashed on the way to the grid and fucked his entire front right suspension. initially red bull retired the car because they thought the race was starting in 15 minutes' time and they would not be able to fix it. once they realised they were going to be stuck in the garage for quite some time they began to search for loopholes to reenter checo's car into the race. somehow, they not only succeed in doing this but also in fixing the car - which should have been a 3-4 hour job - within the space of around an hour

it turned out that absolutely nobody actually knows the rules of f1 when it comes to how long a race can be delayed, how many laps they'd have upon restarting, etc. the sky commentators are perhaps the most clueless of all

there was brief speculation from the commentators about delaying the race to monday but understandably this went nowhere

bernd was bored

as was daniel

"it was all too much for little lando norris"

some poor red bull employee almost stacked it on international live television

seb disappeared and then emerged looking pensive in the haas garage before playing a little haas v aston martin 2 a side footie game feat. mick

meanwhile the marshals got bored and started playing pétanque in one of the gravel traps. who needs the olympics

alan van der merwe did probably a full race distance of reconnaissance laps around the circuit

eyyy macarena

all this occurred while the clock was, unspoken, and then briefly in a graphic onscreen, ticking down towards the 3 hour total event time limit. until the fia realised wait... we literally make the rules... and decided to change them and stop the clock so that a one hour race could still go ahead when the rain cleared. the rain did not clear, and they decided to resume the race at 18:17 local time anyway. namely, they did like 2 more laps behind the safety car before red flagging the race again and calling it quits for realsies this time

now, it turns out that these laps behind the safety car handily took the belgian grand prix over the "two racing laps" (your mileage may vary) distance necessary to award half points. and, very helpfully, this means technically an event was held which makes it easier to avoid giving the spectators their money back. the drivers were overwhelmingly, hm, not happy about this

so a podium ceremony goes ahead and wait - what's this - it's george russell with a steel chair!!!!!!*

*not the same steel chair that nearly killed that red bull guy

YEP, somehow after q3 was resumed following lando's crash george russell QUALIFIED IN P2 (nicky was p12 but got bumped up to p9 following grid penalties and checo's little pre race whoopsie, so clearly the williams team did something very very right with their wet weather setup). because the entire "race" took place behind the safety car he kept that p2 and technically scored his first ever f1 podium. in a williams.

oh, and mazepin got fastest lap.

so uh,

at the end of the day it was a complete farce, but also the most important thing is that nobody got seriously hurt - even if the means of avoiding injury were messy as all hell.

and that's what you missed on ✨glee✨

[justplainwhump]

59. “You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” or 103. “Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.” 

[Send me a prompt from this smut prompt list and I will give you a head canon about which characters might say it in which situation!]

Ooh thank you for these! I vibe heavily with both of them! (And might be planning a write, but as I have no time to finish it today you get the head canons now!)

Cw BBU, BBU Romantic

The first one is definitely someone speaking to Angel - 238, then - in training. Could be either Alan or Tyler talking to her, maybe even both of them present as a part of Tyler's training on the job, and probably every answer she'd give would be wrong. She would not get to come that day. It won't matter if she deserves it or not, that's her lesson, it only depends on her owner's mood. She isn't entitled to anything at all, stupid thing.

-

And the second one, I am fairly certain @angst-after-dark Thane would say that to her - especially after she's being conditioned to react to his voice alone. There really is nothing much for him to do to get her ready, and especially while she's 'new' I figure he will enjoy this 'extra' profoundly. (Herself, not so much, but then again, she wants nothing but for him to be happy, right?)

[norabrice1701]

Cabinet List

Hi, y'all! This list indexes my fics for all of the various worlds in this cabinet, and is updated as the creative tides ebb and flow.

Last Update: 16-June 2024

List is largely headed by lead actors (despite others who may co-star) for more grouped organization.

I hope you find something you enjoy!

Cheers & Happy Reading, Nora

AO3 MidnightBlast

Sideblog for F1 fics & pics: @f1tyreslightmyfyre

Sideblog for "Joyeux Noël" fics: @leftenantmackgordon

"White Collar" TV Show:

(16-June) In Your Orbit, Neal Caffrey x Peter Burke NASA Apollo Program/Astronaut AU Fic [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language, Apollo 13 mission stress & hurt/comfort], in-process

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"Top Gun: Maverick":

Twist My Heart, Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw Twister AU Fic [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language, tornado trauma/distress], complete

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Henry Cavill Characters:

The Duke & The Witch - Charles Brandon x Fem!OC, A The Tudors Slight AU Fic [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, torture], complete

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Sam Neill Characters:

Falling - Vasily Borodin x Fem!Reader, The Hunt for Red October Mini-Series Fic [Rated E for 18+NSFW smut, controlling/misogynistic/abusive themes], complete

Coincidence - Dr. Alan Grant x Predoctoral Student Fem!Reader, Jurassic Park Fic [Rated E for 18+NSFW smut, dinosaur PTSD], complete

Play With Matches - a partial WIP for Reilly, Aces of Spies for Sidney Reilly

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Formula 1 (F1) Fic:

Rivals, Lovers, Immortals - Angel!Max x Demon!Charles 2022 Season AU [Rated E for 18+ NSFW sexual content, language, alcohol], complete

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Daniel Brühl Characters:

Character Oneshots:

Appointment - Dr. Thomas Fischer x Fem!Reader AU [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, medical/doctor kink, heavily detailed medical procedures], complete

Teacup - Andrea Marowski x Fem!Reader [Rated M for non-graphic sexual content, reader emotional distress], complete

Gift - Pirate!Horstmayer x Fem!Reader AU [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut], complete

Consequence - Ghost!Horstmayer x Fem!Reader [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut], complete

Shadow - A dark!hypnotist Brühl x Fem!Reader AU [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut], complete

Confession - Father Antonio x Fem!Reader [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, religious blasphemy, age-difference but no underage], complete (for now)

Mini-Series Master List

High Octane - Powerboat Racer!Zemo x Fem! Reader AU Series [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language, enemies-to-lovers], complete

Series Main List

Swordplay - Olympic Fencer!Zemo x Fem!Reader AU Series [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language, smoking], complete

Series Master List

Strange Case of Dr. Kreizler and Mr. Brühl - modern!Laszlo/Daniel x Fem!Reader, "Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde" AU Series [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language, murder, death discussions, violence descriptions], complete

Series Master List

The Cloverfield Pyramid - Ernst Schmidt x Fem!Reader, 'The Cloverfield Pyramid' Lost Ruins/Archaeology Expedition AU Series [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language, fairly-graphic horror violence, body horror tw], complete

Series Master List

Dance Card - Historical!Zemo x Fem!Reader Series [Rated E for 18+ NSFW eventual smut (dubcon themes, loss of virginity), dark!Zemo, language, non-graphic violence against women], complete

Series Master List

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James McAvoy Characters:

"The Sandman", Only A Dream - Morpheus/Dream x Fem!Reader [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, language], complete

"X-Men: First Class" Horror/Mystery/Romance AU, Hellfire Manor - Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnsherr [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut on AO3 link, language, horror tropes/violence], complete

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Tom Hiddleston Characters:

An Offer Received - Jaguar Villain!Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader Series [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut, controlling behavior, Dark!villain], complete (for now):

Part I - 5 Minutes

Part II - 5 Weeks

Part III.1 - 5 Months

Part III.2 - 5 Months

Part IV - 5 Minutes

Part V - 5 Days

Part VI - 5 Empires

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Colin O'Donoghue Characters:

"Once Upon A Time" Apollo Space Program AU, To the Moon and Back - Astronaut!Killian Jones x Secretary!Emma Swan [Rated M for sensual smut on AO3 link, language], complete

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Colin Farrell Characters:

"Fantastic Beasts" Modern Demon AU, An Accidental Demon - Demon!Percival Graves x Vet-Student!Newt Scamander [Rated M for sensual smut on AO3 link, language]; first chapter here, full story with warnings on AO3 complete

"Minority Report", Imagine me and you, I do - Danny Witwer x Fem!Reader [Rated M for sensual smut, language], complete

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DCEU/Snyder Verse:

Oh What A Night - Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent x Fem!Reader [Rated Heavy M for sensual smut, language], complete

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"Band of Brothers" HBO Show:

Out West - 1880s Western AU, Speirs x Fem!OC, Winters x Nixon [Rated E for 18+ NSFW smut on AO3 link, language, wild west violence]; prologue here, full story with warnings on AO3, complete

Of Spotlights & Rockets - 1940s non-AU with Speirs x Fem!OC end goal romance [Rated G], in-process WIP

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Jack Davenport Characters:

"Breathless" TV Show, Not So Simple - Otto Powell x Angela Wilson [Rated Light Explicit for mostly sensual sexual content], complete

"Pirates of the Caribbean" Modern AU, Turning Tides - James Norrington x Fem!Cutler Beckett [Rated M for smut on AO3 link, language], complete

"Kingsman"/"Harry Potter" Crossover, Title TBD - James Spencer|Lancelot x Percival [Rated G], in-process WIP

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Joseph Gordon-Levitt Characters:

No. 34 - “The Dark Knight Rises” Fanfic - John Blake x Fem!OC [Rated T for language, alcohol], complete

"Inception", Too Good to be True - Arthur x Eames [Rated T for language, hints of knife play and domestic dream husbands fluff], complete

Thanks for stopping by!

[skiller0dani]

Heart of Stone | Timothee Chalamet

M A S T E R L I S T

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hey guys. so I’m really depressed right now and everything I try to write is shit. so if you want something good it’ll have to be depressing bc that’s the mood I’m in. sad shit is all I’m good at. ahahaha I am useless. just ignore that. hope you enjoy. thank you for all the love, I appreciate all your lil angel baby faces. xx (I listened to ‘diamond heart’ by alan walker before I wrote this. just some inspo) 

there’s something broken in me. anyone relate? 

He called so many times he was worried you were going to block him. 

Tim knew he needed to give you space but he didn’t know how to do that. You’ve been by his side for so long he’s used to calling you about everything. Most of the time he doesn’t even realize he’s calling you until he hears your voicemail. ‘Hey it’s Y/N, uh call me back! If you want, or don’t I don’t care either way you can do what you want. I’m not the boss of yo-’ He always smiles when he hears your rambling voicemail, the beep eventually cutting you off. For the life of him he doesn’t understand why you never changed it but he’s happy you didn’t. It’s so you. 

Nothing tasted the same, if that makes sense. 

Timothee used to love orange juice first thing in the morning, but now it tasted too sour. He didn’t know if orange juice had changed or if it was him that changed. It was hard to tell anymore. Nothing fit together the same way it used to, like all the pieces to his puzzle didn’t go together. It all felt jumbled, he never thought this would happen. But according to you it wasn’t anything he’d done wrong, it was you that needed to ‘explore emotional experiences’ with someone else. Tim knew what that meant really though. It meant you started having feelings for someone else and wanted to pursue it. A really fancy way of saying she emotionally cheated on him. At least that’s how Tim sees it. You pulled out of the relationship emotionally and began to invest your heart in somebody else. How fucked up is that? Tim tried not to be angry but how could he not be? His heart has been crushed in his chest and he was here, alone, in the apartment you picked to put all his pieces back together again. As if that was even possible. 

His desk chair was too twirly. It spun too much. That’s what started this whole fiasco Tim found himself in. His desk chair spun too much. He had gotten a knife to try and pry the chair apart to tighten it when the knife slipped and sliced his hand open. This kind of crap never happened when you were around. You always stopped him whenever he reached for the knife, “Wait, what’s the knife for?” Tim can hear your worried little voice in his head, except this time he decided to promptly ignore it. So he’d cleaned the cut, and instead of getting stitched he opted to superglue it shut and slap a bandage on it. Even pain felt different. Were you a life dampener? Did your love shield him from dealing with crap like this? 

Tim leaned his head back against the bathroom wall, his throbbing hand resting in his lap. It was concerning how numb he felt to everything because at first Tim was pissed. He trashed your shared bedroom and smashed nearly all of your dishes. He was currently eating on paper towels until the replacements could be shipped. Normally Tim would have bought more from the store but you know- fucking COVID. He rubbed a hand down his face as the tears built behind his eyes again. Who was better than him? Who stole your heart right from him? Who on Earth could have caught her damn attention? Why did this happen? Tim had a hundred questions and no answers, but he didn’t know if knowing the answers would help. 

His friends called, they texted. They even tried to stop by. He didn’t answer his phone, or the door. There was no way he would ever feel comfortable talking about this with anybody- not even Dr. Phil. Even Jimmy Fallen reached out attempting to make some sort of contact with Timothee. But Tim for the life of him could not understand why nobody understood that he didn’t want to talk. He wasn’t expecting you to abandon him, he loves you. He wished he didn’t. Tim wishes he could wake up and for this to be some sort of extremely vivid nightmare. That he could wake up and pull you into his arms with a deep sigh, just inhaling your scent and pressing kisses to your bare skin. Thumping his head back against the counter, Tim squeezes his eyes shut as he feels tingles running south. 

He’s always had you here to help him take care of his sexual needs, he doesn’t even know how to deal with his hard ons without you. He curls his fists against his sides when he remembers you on your knees in this very bathroom, swallowing his cock all the way down your throat. Tim can still see you in front of him, your eyes locked on his. Standing from the bathroom tiles Tim pushes out of the small room, needing to get some air. There are tears in his eyes again as he paces the living room. He quickly reaches for his phone but instead of landing on your contact he keeps scrolling to a contact he had saved in his phone a few days ago when he was out at a bar. Tapping his fingers along his phone nervously he prayed to God she would answer. 

“Hello?” Her voice was groggy on the other side and in any other circumstance Tim would feel guilty for waking her. Not this time. “I need you.” His voice was nearly a whine as he gasped into the phone, his cock straining against his jeans. He was hard for you not for some girl he met at a bar but goddammit he needed to get off, and you left him. 

It wasn’t too long before whatever her name was arrived and as soon as Tim opened the door he was pulling her against his lips. “Not to be rude or anything,” Tim began as her lips chased his in a desperate and fast kiss, her hands grabbed at his curls to tug gently. “But I just need someone to fuck.” He gasps against her lips as her right hand slides down his body. She nods as her lips find his neck, “I know.” She agrees and as soon as she does Tim’s hands are hauling her legs up and around his waist. She ground against his hard cock, and he groans softly. “Sorry but what the fuck is your name?” Tim asks and she laughs against his mouth as he walks them to the couch. She pulls back from him, her blonde hair pulled up in a ponytail. She’s not nearly as pretty as you, but she’ll do. “Ashley.” She smiles but in all honesty Tim doesn’t really care. He just doesn’t want to call her ‘whatever her name is’ in his head anymore. 

Tim throws her back against the couch, her pupils dilated as he leans over her to pull her shirt up and over her head. He trails wet kisses down her body until he’s tugging her yoga pants down her legs. “Right to the point huh?” Ashley pants, lifting her hips to help Tim remove her pants. He doesn’t bother answering her as he literally tears her thong off. He doesn’t feel like doing the whole foreplay thing, he doesn’t want to ‘enjoy’ this. He wants to get off. 

Tim licks a line through her folds to ensure she’s wet as he hurriedly pushes his jeans down. Ashley hands him a condom, which he quickly takes before tearing it open. “Fuck you’re big.” Ashley muses as she spreads her thighs, watching as he rolls the ‘a little too small’ condom down his shaft. He presses his head into her, and when Timothee sinks his cock inside her all the way. He feels like a goddamn animal. 

Tim never was a smoker but he did it occasionally for movies. Tonight seemed like as good a night as any to give it a try. He leaned over the balcony of the apartment, overlooking New York. Ashley was asleep on the couch and he really should make her leave but he doesn’t feel like waking her up. Jeans hang low on his hips and he couldn’t be bothered to put his shirt back on. He feels like a bad person, for having sex with Ashley. It’s not his fault you left him. A cigarette hangs from his lips and for once the ambiance of the busy city soothes the storm brewing in Timothee’s head. He’s not used to you not being here, he doesn’t want some random girl named Ashley on the couch. He wants you on the couch. This fucking cigarette is doing nothing for him, why do people smoke anyway? In every damn movie you always see someone smoking after sex, why? What’s the point? 

Tim flicks the cigarette over the balcony with a shake of his head before he hears quick and desperate pounding on the front door. He turns to answer it, seeing Ashley having been jolted awake with a blanket pressed to her bare chest. Without looking Tim swings the door open and the sight before him nearly makes his eyes bulge out of his head. There you are stood, with your bags, at his door. Your eyes flicker to the girl on the couch, and there’s an unreadable expression on your face. “May I come in?” You ask politely, as though the two of you were briefly acquainted strangers. He sucks in a sharp breath before opening the door wider for you, seeing Ashley already pulling her clothes on. 

The fireplace created a soothing ambiance, but the current mood in the room is anything but soothing. Ashley hurriedly gets to her feet, her shirt only halfway on as she scrambles to the front door- swinging it shut behind her. Tim reaches for the carton of cigarettes, so this is why people smoke. He lights it, much to your disbelief. “You smoke?” Your voice portrays how utterly shocked you are, but that’s not what Tim is concerned about. “Forget something?” He asks bitterly, turning back towards the balcony. You stand dumbly in front of the fireplace as he turns his back to you, “you know where everything is. Careful there’s broken porcelain in the kitchen.” Tim adds as he steps onto the balcony, needing space from you. 

Tim isn’t all that surprised when you step out onto the balcony beside him.

“That’s not why I’m here.” You say softly, careful not to get too close to him. There’s a tension between the two of you that was never there before, and it’s all your fault. You look back inside at the couch, the blankets are messed up and the cushions are squished down. “You had sex with her didn’t you?” You ask, knowing you don’t have any right to sound as hurt as you do. Tim takes a long puff of his cigarette before blowing the smoke out into the New York night. “Yeah,” he breathes, although he doesn’t sound very proud of it. You nodded, your eyes looking out at the beautiful city laid out before you. “I think we both know that I made a mistake.” You start, your voice soft. Tim scoffed through a bitter laugh, his elbows resting on the railing. 

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t trust you not to hurt him again. “I love you Tim.” You say, your heart betraying you as tears well in your eyes. You wanted to try and remain strong. Tim’s eyes are downcast as the cigarette rests between his lips. Your eyes land on his hand, and you notice the blood soaked through the bandaid. “What happened to your hand?” You asked and Tim briefly glanced down at his palm before turning his gaze to you for the first time since you got here. “Please just tell me what you want.” He says, crossing his arms as he leans away from you. You hate that you did this to him. 

“You Tim, I want us.” You tell him, your eyes following him as he moved back inside. You followed him like a lost puppy as he moved into the kitchen. 

“But you want him too right?” Tim asks, a look of hurt and anger on his face as he eyes you. There’s a bitter smile on his face, and a look of guilt on yours. You shake your head, “I thought I did. I was wrong, I could never feel for him the way I feel about you.” You plead, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks as you stand and watch him move through the kitchen. “The problem Y/N, is that I knew that from the beginning. I knew right away that I would never love anyone the way I love you. I didn’t need to go gallivanting off with some other girl to figure that out!” Tim snapped, his voice raising as he looks into your eyes. There are tears falling freely down your cheeks now as you pull at the strings hanging from the sweater you’re wearing. It’s Tim’s sweater actually, and you’re sure he knows that. 

“I-I know, I wish I had the answer you want but I don’t! I don’t! All I can give you is what I got right now, I-I love you.” You beg, your voice breaking through the tears. Tim holds a glass in his hand, presumably to get a drink but he never gets the chance to use it. He chucks it at the wall, glass exploding off everywhere as he turns back to you. “You love me? That’s fucking hilarious Y/N. If you loved me you wouldn’t have left!” He yelled, the emotion on his face making your throat close. There are tears behind his eyes, and you can see how badly you broke him. You’d give anything to undo this, to go back in time. “What do I do Tim, what c-can I do?” You plead, trying to catch your breath through the sobs. Tim doesn’t bother responding as he storms past you and to the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. 

You stand in the kitchen and cry, you’re not sure this can be fixed. Why are you so stupid? You love him so damn much, why couldn’t you see that sooner? 

Tim slides down the door, part of him wants to take you into his arms and never let you go again. But the other part wants to hold you at arms length, wants to scream and break everything in this damn apartment. He hears you slump against the door on the other side, and his heart rate begins to slow. “I want to fix us.” You say softly. Tim rests his head back against the door, his knees are pulled up. “How can I trust that you won’t leave me again? I won’t survive this a second time.” Tim says, his voice calmer than before. It’s true, he will not survive this a second time if you up and decided to leave him. “You can’t, but I won’t leave you again. I promise.” You whisper, turning to press your forehead against the door. 

Slowly the door opens and you immediately stand, seeing Tim standing before you. “I love you.” You whisper again, seeing the tears in his eyes. They match the fresh tears brimming in your own eyes. “I-I love you.” Tim breathes through shaky breaths, his trembling hands reaching up to cup your cheeks. Your forehead presses against his as your arms wind around him, and you feel at home again. Slowly, cautiously, you press your lips to his. Tim reacts immediately to you, his head tilting to deepen the kiss, his hands pulling you more firmly against him. The kiss is quick and desperate, but at the same time slow and sensual. You feel tears falling down your cheeks, and tears falling down his as well. You begin to walk him backwards towards the bed, you need to feel him all over your body. 

The two of you fall against the bed, your bodies tangled together as your lips continue to slide against each other. Your hands are the first to wander as they head south to his hardening cock. His chest is still bare and your other hand dances around his revealed skin. Tim’s hands push up the bottom of your shirt, slowly working it up your body as your hand dips under the waistband of his jeans. He gasps into your mouth when your small hand wraps around his cock and his grip on you tightens when you begin to slowly pump him in your hand. You break away from his lips to allow him to pull your shirt over your head and he groans when he sees your bare breasts and no bra. 

“I missed this.” He mumbled against the skin of your neck, his kisses trailing downward towards the swell of your breasts. Your head fell back as soft gasps escaped your mouth as his lips latched to your left nipple. You continued to work your hand over his shaft, feeling the head precumming all over your hand. “You’re hard awfully quick after the blonde bitch.” You say, your voice sharper at the end. Tim hummed against your skin, his other hand dancing down between your bodies to the waistband of your jeans. “She wasn’t particularly satisfying, just enough for me to cum though.” Tim says simply, kissing across your chest to your right nipple. You feel a sting to your heart but you say nothing because you totally deserved that. 

The pad of his fingers makes contact with your aching clit and you nearly cry out when you feel him beginning to softly press against your bundle of nerves. You pump him in his pants faster and when you feel his hips stutter one of his hands snatches your wrist in his hand. “I’d rather cum in your sweet little pussy rather than in my jeans.” Tim mumbles against the supple skin of your breast. You nod immediately as you begin to push his jeans down his legs, helping him remove your own jeans. You rolled onto your back and pulled you with him so that he was hovering above you. “Don’t think this fixes everything, we have a long way to go.” Tim reminds you, his hands planted on the pillow on either side of your head. 

“I know.” You say softly, parting your thighs for him. He groans at the sight of your wet pussy, this was definitely a view he missed enjoying. Tim smiles to himself as he leans down to part your pussy lips. He sits back and takes in the view of your glistening folds until you’re squirming under his intense gaze. “Please do something,” You plead softly, watching his eyes flutter over every detail of your soaked pussy. He softly blows cool air on you, causing a soft moan to tumble from your lips before he leans back up over your body. Tim nudges the head of his cock into your opening as he looks down at you, “look..you hurt me but I love you. More than anything.” Tim says sincerely, his eyes flickering between yours. You wrap your arms around him before you press your lips to his, “I love you.” You mumble against his lips as he presses into you. 

You wince as he slides inch by inch into you, the last time you were with anyone was him and that was a few weeks ago. You missed the feeling of his cock stretching you open. Tim squeezes his eyes shut with a long groan, “Christ baby you are so fucking tight.” Tim gasps, the feeling of you tightly hugging his cock is making him feel a little lightheaded. “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” you gasp once Tim slid fully inside you. He sat still for a moment, basking in the feeling of being fully inside you. You moaned softly, you loved feeling so stuffed full with his cock. How could you ever think you were better off without him? Or his Godly cock? Eventually Tim pulls his hips back, sliding out until just his tip rested inside you. Your legs spread even wider for him as he thrusted back in, his strokes long and deep. Tim kept fucking you nice and deep, keeping his pace steady as he panted above you. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were pinched together as he frantically lowered his mouth over yours again.

Your lips moved quickly against Tim’s as you felt the heat building in your stomach. “I missed this pussy so much baby,” He groaned against your lips, his pace picking up a little. You began to moan uncontrollably as Tim began to pound into you, “I-I won’t leave you again, fuck I can’t live without you or your perfect cock.” You cry out, your arms flying around him as he bites down on your shoulder to try and silence his groans. Tim loves hearing the sounds you make for him. “Don’t stop baby please.” You plead softly as his pace slows to deep and hard strokes. Tim reaches down to harshly pinch your clit and you cum around him, your back arching up into his chest. Feeling you tighten around him sends Tim over the edge as he spills into you. Thank God for birth control. 

Tim pulls out of you and collapses onto the bed next to you, his arm pulling you into his chest. You both sit and catch your breaths for a second before you feel Tim pressing a kiss to your head. “I know you’re scared I’ll leave again, but I won’t and I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving it to you if that’s what it takes.” You tell him and he offers nothing more than a nod as he squeezes you to his chest. He doesn’t know the future, he only knows right now. 

And right now, he’s got what he needs. 

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October 2020 Reader-Insert Smut Masterlist

1. Stefano and Alan Santini from Opera

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5. Tommy Ross and Sue Snell from Carrie

6. Daniel Robitaille from Candyman

7. the Birch from The Birch

8. Headless Horseman from Sleepy Hollow

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12. Ginger Fitzgerald from Ginger Snaps

13. Drayton Sawyer and Nubbins Sawyer from Leatherface

14. Jack Frost and Tommy Tavrow from Jack Frost

15. Vinz Clortho from Ghostbusters

16. Tom Holloway from Stranger Things 3

17. Michael Myers from Halloween II

18. Alec from I See You

19. Zuul from Ghostbusters

20. Edgar the Bug from Men in Black

21. Spooky Island Demon from Scooby-Doo

22. Ransom Drysdale and Harlan Thrombey from Knives Out

23. Tar Monster from Scooby-Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed

24. Pelle from Midsommar

25. Jerry Dandrige from Fright Night

26. Pelle from Midsommar

27. Quentin Smith from A Nightmare on Elm Street

28. Zapan from Alita: Battle Angel

29. Palmer from The Thing

30. Norman Osborn frim Spider-Man

31. Top Ten Sexiest Live-Action Characters Part Thirteen