#and smut

[aidaran-alha]

A gleafer based fanfic! Go check her tumblr and her patreon, she’s totally worth it: 

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One day Crowley was bound to drink himself to another dimension. What he didn't expect was to find another Crowley and Aziraphale there: two alternate versions of him and the angel that had somehow made things work between them.

---------------------- “Oh, poor dear.” Again Aziraphale pulled him close. “Believe me when I say your Aziraphale went to Heaven to protect you. He does love you.”

“You can’t know. You don’t know him.”

“Maybe. But I know myself. And I wouldn’t sacrifice this place of mine for anything other than you, Crowley.”

“He’s not you. I don’t have what you two have. He didn’t want me.”

Crowley had probably never looked less cool than he was looking at this moment. Shivering, mouth closed in a thin line and trembling. His eyes burned so much he’d had to close them while the tears flowed, clinging to Aziraphale and the Other Crowley as pathetic little noises escaped his throat.

He was sober for what he felt was the first time in months, and he was suffering it. He was overflowing with pain, anger, envy, and hate.

With love. Need. Want. 

[eightantseatingapples]

Aizawa X TeachingAssistant!Reader

Summary: Aizawa helps you feel less insecure about your role in protecting 1-A

Content: hurt/comfort, fluff, him being the best boyfriend

AN: this was actually supposed to be smut but I got carried away and it turned into this lol

Stacks of mismatched papers fell slowly from your desk as you desperately searched for the one paper you needed, Kaminari had finally submitted the ethics essay you assigned and you had lost it. After weeks of telling him how important it was, how you needed it otherwise it would be a fail, he finally and sheepishly handed it to you just before the day's end. You put it somewhere on the desk, you’re sure about that.

In the vague panic of trying to find the damn essay, you didn’t hear the door to your classroom open, and you certainly didn’t notice the silent figure making its way towards you.

A paper appeared in front of your face, being held by familiar, calloused hands. Moving your eyes upwards, you noticed who the hand was attached to — raven hair and scarred skin, soothing grey eyes with heavy bags, Shouta. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly and there was a tenseness in his jawline, but he wasn’t angry.

You took the paper with trembling hands and read the words, the handwritten letters with smudged ink — Denki Kaminari. With a disbelieving huff of air, you looked back up to Shouta and smiled.

“Thank you, I’ve been looking for that.” You mumbled, not bothering to seem put together in front of him, he’s seen you at your worst, this doesn’t even come close to that.

“You need to start putting things in their proper places.” Shouta’s low voice grumbled, tilting his head in the direction of the basket of essays on your desk — something he had added to avoid this specific situation. He wasn’t being rude, it had taken a long time to figure that one out, he was simply trying to help you. He just struggled to verbalise things in a kinder way. Your mouth opened to defend yourself before you just sighed and shook your head.

The hero let out a small huff of air through his nose before he crouched down and started to pick up all of the discarded papers and trinkets that had managed to end up on the floor.

“It’s, it won’t happen again, promise.” You swore, both of you knowing just how forgetful you were and that this would happen again within the next few days. It wasn’t your fault, everything was just so much, you were the only staff member who wasn’t a hero, and you were barely a teacher. Shouta recommended you to Nedzu to be a teaching assistant for the hero course given your natural charm and qualifications. Unfortunately, that came with the side effect that you just didn't have experience dealing with stressful situations, your biggest issue for years had simply been not making enough money. Now you had a class of mismatched children, all traumatised and aged well beyond their years, all training to fight and lay their lives on the line. Their biggest fear was death, yours was not marking the papers correctly.

It rubbed you the wrong way, the way these children — your children — could defend you better than you could defend them. Sure, with legal issues and the press, you were like a fish in water. But actually defending them? Fighting for their safety and security? Making sure they didn't die? You couldn't do that.

“I can hear you thinking, love, talk to me.” Shouta whispered, looking up at you from his crouched position on the floor, a stupid little octopus trinket in his hand, engulfing it. Midoriya had gifted you that one, after noticing your love for silly little decorations like that, he was a sweet boy. Too much on his plate. Your eyes didn't leave the small, green octopus as you spoke up in a shaky voice.

“It's… It's really stupid — nothing. It's nothing. I'm fine.” Your voice was shakier than intended, and the burning in your throat from unshed tears was annoying you. Shouta glanced down at the octopus, before handing it to you and raising a brow. He still hadn't gotten up from his crouch, sometimes he really reminded you of an overgrown cat. Inhaling a calming breath, you continued. “These kids, Sho, they don't… I dunno. It's too much for them, every moment they’re alive and breathing fighting for their lives, and I'm here demanding essays from them! I'm writing words on some paper, correcting mistakes and watching as they stare down at their papers with that look. Like they know that they've done shit even though they haven’t. They're doing so well.”

A pregnant pause.

“It's so unfair,” your fingers traced the seam lines of the octopus as you continued, “I just… I feel like I should be doing more, you know? I can't throw a punch, or use a flashy quirk to protect them. All I do is grade papers and—”

“They love you.” Shouta cut in with a soft voice, placing a hand on your bouncing leg. He glanced to the side, eyeing your desk and the various trinkets and silly photos. After a silent moment, he locked eyes with you, an unspoken command to listen. His free hand waved in the direction of your messy desk. “And you love them. I've just seen you panic for 5 minutes because you couldn't find an essay that Kaminari did. Any other teacher would just demand he rewrite it, but you know better. You know how much he struggles, so you extend his deadlines, don't give me that look, it's very obvious. And you know what? This class is the only one where he submits good essays, or any at all. Todoroki likes to nap in your class, he doesn't do that in any others because only this one feels safe. Midoriya never hesitates to ask questions like he does in most other classes. Hagakure always mentions how you ask her opinion every lesson, she likes feeling seen and you know that.”

Shouta let out a small laugh, seeing your bewildered expression.

“You may not be able to punch bad guys, or save them from burning buildings, but you are their safe space. You can grade their essays and leave little doodles with reassuring messages, you can give them gold stars when they exceed your expectations, and you can hug them and tell them that everything will be okay. They feel safe with you.”

Hot tears trickled down your cheeks as he spoke, his voice was so sincere and genuine that you couldn't even question it. Standing up, he shuffled your papers to be neater, grabbed the octopus, placed it down, and turned off your laptop. Wordlessly, he pulled you up from your seat and wrapped his arms around you, letting you lean your head on his shoulder. Your hands wrapped around him, grasping his shirt desperately as your face scrunched up.

It was hard not to compare yourself to those around you, considering the school was filled with people who had years of experience and knowledge about what was going on. Your kids even had more experience than you put in the field, and on multiple occasions, you had to ask them to explain certain things to you as they rambled on about their day. It got worse when the dorms were introduced, hearing them scream or whimper in their sleep, watching as they refused to stay alone for too long and would opt to do a sleepover in the common room (something that you would always pretend to not notice), or even just seeing the scars that were produced because of you. Because you couldn’t protect them.

“The kids, they don’t really talk to me,” Shouta murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head before continuing, “it hurts a bit. I don’t mean to be so… me, I’m always worried they’ll keep it bottled up and explode one day. But you know what I heard Iida telling everyone the other night?” Shouta asked, specifically waiting for your response. You furrowed your brows and hummed, prompting him to continue. The raven-haired man rubbed his thumb against the small of your back.

“He said that if anyone was struggling, that you would listen and help. We have a literal guidance counsellor, and Iida, who is a stickler for rules and procedures, didn’t mention Hound Dog. His first thought was you. In times of crisis, his first instinct was to go to you for help. That’s important. It’s no use being able to take down bad guys if the students don’t trust you.

“The kids like your inexperience, they like that they can feel smart and brag about silly things while you spur them on and get them to explain. They like that you are there and that you will always be there.”

You choked on a sob, and Shouta shushed you with a small smile.

“Your kids love you, baby.” He whispered, and just like that, the dam broke. Your breath hitched and your whole body shuddered as you sobbed into his shoulder. Your mind was a giant concoction of shame and despair and pride, that the kids loved you. Because that’s all you could really ask for.

None of the kids commented on how doting you were the next day, they just smiled and preened under the endless compliments. Kaminari got his essay back, with a personal note so long it belonged on a separate sheet of paper. Iida was given your personal phone number for ‘emergencies’, saying the rest of the class would need it. Todoroki was given a small pillow to rest on in class.

And you? You were given an A3 card filled with kind messages and personal anecdotes about how you helped 1-A.

Shouta watched from his sleeping bag, a small smile on his face. He definitely didn’t tell the kids you were feeling sad, definitely not. He was confident everyone would be okay as long as you and he continued working as a team, protecting your children in all the ways they needed.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

ok but here's an idea:

There is no one in the world you despise as much as you despise Ghost. His whole mask thing. The whole fucking mystery persona he keeps. How his voice is like, a couple fucking octaves lower than other men. He is annoying.

There is also no one in the world who fucks you like Ghost. He knows to find your clitoris without a map and a compass. He knows what buttons to press. He screws you nasty, just like you need.

[ichijager13]

There’s no good in evil

Summary :  In a city full of crimes and atrocity Dazai have found a shelter in you. He always ends up in your place when he needs to wash away his dark soul before leaving you again with souvenirs of your shared moments. This time was no different.

A/N: Happy new year !! Here’s a fic I wrote and published on AO3 last summer. The story takes place right before the movie dead apple. 

I wrote this fic listening to Duvet by Bao. 

Enjoy reading lovelies :* 

Word count: 2,6k

You couldn’t believe this day was finally over. You have never felt this tired before. Opening your apartment door you were daydreaming about the bath you will sink in and that piece of ice cream cake you have in the freezer when you heard a voice humming a song. It was his voice, there was no doubt. It’s been almost two months since you last saw him. you quickly took off your shoes and put your coat on the hanger before heading to the kitchen.

“And you don’t seem the lying kind

A shame that I could read your mind

And all the things that I read there

Candle lit smile that we both share

And you know I don’t mean to hurt you”.

You leaned against the kitchen door frame admiring this strange man singing and swaying ridiculously. “That’s not your double suicide song, changed your mind?”. You taunted.

“Hello there, no I didn’t. I’m only waiting for you to accept to do it with me”. A silly smile crept across his lips. “Besides this one reminds me of you”.

“Really? How come?”. Your brows furrowed.

“I can read your mind easily and I never wanted to hurt you”. He answered still turning his back to you.

“And what are you making?”. You were now standing behind him.

“A ramen, it’s cold and you had to stay outside till this late. You need something warm”. Smiling you propped your head against his back.

“Thank you”.

You remained like this for a while before you broke the silence.

“How are you Dazai?”.

“As fresh as a daisy”. He turned and held your face in his hands. “But you, you don’t seem alright. Did you miss me that bad”. Blushing you look away. You always wondered how can he read you like in an open book. You could never hide anything from him.

“I’m here now”. He smiled sheepishly.

“For how long?”

Ignoring your question, he asked you to go change and prepare yourself for dinner.

It has always been like this; he shows up unannounced and then he disappears just as fast. You lost count of how many times you resolved to never let him in again, to change your door lock, and other unfulfilled decisions. You even screamed and kicked him out of your place before falling into his arms. Dazai wasn’t one to settle down, he is like the wind he once told you, you can never lock him in. he was so drunk that night he even apologized for what he was putting you through. He confessed that wherever he was and whatever he was doing he always finds his way back to you. like there was some sort of gravity always pulling him back to you.

“Where are you?”. he called in that annoying high-pitched sound he uses to taunt you. “Dinner is ready”.

You came out from your bathroom hair wrapped in a towel. “A person cannot take a shower after a long day at work anymore?” you snickered.

“Not allowed”. He shook his index finger. “Not without me”. He shot you a determined look making you giggle.

“I’ll try to remember next time”. You hummed loudly. “The smell is amazing”. He grinned before sitting across from you.

“You added a new bookshelf”. You nodded. “And you bought a new pan and changed the blinds of the living room”.

“Yes, mister detective”.

“And you cut your hair”. He paused. “It looks good on you”. reaching a hand to caress your hair.

“Thank you”. you took a sip from your beer. “What happened to your face?”

“A small accident during work”. He simply answered. “Do you mind if I spend the night here?”. He tilted his head.

“When did I mind such a thing”.

“Good! And would you play with my hair as well?” he pouted. “Pretty, pretty please”.

“Okay, okay”. You let out laughing.

*****

You were now laying on your bed while he was showering. You have always kept his items in case he ever appeared again. It wasn’t an easy thing to deal with but you couldn’t throw them away as well. You never knew what to do or think when it comes to him and it infuriates you.

Looking up you were met with his dark eyes. He was standing at the door drying himself and watching you.

“What are you thinking about?” how come he always decodes every move or facial expression you make while you were unable to understand the simplest thing about him. “By the way, thank you for keeping my stuff. Nothing compares to fresh and clean clothes”. He hung the towel before putting on sweats and crawling into the bed next to you.

You smiled at him and caressed his face. Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch.

“I don’t deserve you, you’re too good for me”. he breathed. “I should have let you go a long time ago but I’m too selfish to do such a thing”. He placed a kiss on your wrist. “you’re everything I’m not”.

“But you always come back”. You whispered.

He nodded, “I do, I know I shouldn’t but I always do. I’m sorry”.

You vigorously shake your head, “Don’t be. I could’ve changed the door lock or simply moved to another place. But I never did”.

“Yeah, you never did”. He fell on the pillow. “You’re the only thing making me hold on to life, and believe that there are still people with pure hearts. What I can never understand is how come someone like me…”.

You placed your finger on his lips preventing him from saying more. “There is good in evil you know. And I believe that deep down inside you there is pureness”.

His gaze was on you as a lazy smile appeared on his face. “I missed you… and I need you. I need you to be able to keep doing good things, ‘cause there is no good in me”. He brought you closer to him. “I need your light to chase away the shadows that haunt my soul”. His breath was now all over your face and neck. “I need you to be able to continue living”. He rested his head on your chest and closed his eyes. “And now, can you please play with my hair as you promised earlier”. He said in a childish voice, it’s crazy how he can switch from dead serious and depressed to childish and filled with joy. Without a word you buried your hand in his hair and started scratching his skull. “Ah, like that”. He sighed happily.

“So, how’s work?” you inquired.

“Interesting, the new gifted I told you about the other time, Atsushi he is getting better and seems to manage his ability. Oh, and you won’t believe what I have done to kunikida last time”. A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. “He nearly lost his mind”.

“Don’t you think you should give him a break?”. You said amused.

“Never”. He stood up. “Never ever ask me such a thing again”. He was completely on top of you now. “That’s the only thing that entertains me”. his face was inches away from yours, you don’t know for how much time he remained like this. You gave up counting and calculating with him because whether you like it or not, he always wins. He will kiss when he feels like it, not before not after. But that didn’t stop your body from anticipating and aching for his touch. Each time his hands or lips were placed on you, your body was set on fire. When Dazai was around everything you submit to him, you simply lose control of everything. Your eyes were closed when he finally connected his lips to yours and started kissing you. you let out a low moan when his tongue slipped between your parted lips. “I missed this as well”. He whispered against your mouth, before tucking at the waistband of your shorts. “Why do you wear this many clothes when I’m around huh?”. His finger was now pulling your panties down.

“Dazai”.

He stopped. “What is it?”. From the tone of his voice, you can tell he is frowning.

“Not tonight, please”. You propped yourself on your elbows. “I’m really exhausted. I won’t be able to keep up”. you smiled lazily. “Let’s leave it till tomorrow, deal?”

He pulled your panties back to their place whining, “That’s not fair”. He fell on the mattress and brought you against him. “Can I at least hug you?”.

You smiled softly, “Couldn’t ask for better”. You put your hand back in his hair and buried yourself in his embrace. “I missed this too”. You muttered before drifting into sleep.

It was still dark when you opened your eyes. You woke up to the feeling of someone watching you. feeling the warmth of his body and his hands inventing invisible schemes on your back you buried yourself in his embrace.

“You’re still here”. you whispered then you fell back asleep. He knows what he is doing is wrong but he is as helpless as you are. He knows he can’t be with you but each time he leaves something breaks inside of him. each time he comes back he tells himself it’s the last time he puts you through this but he always ends up at your door. And even then, he wishes you have changed the door lock or moved out. He even found himself hoping he’d find someone at your place. He knows he can never make you happy, not with the way he was living his life. He had even thought about committing suicide at your place but the sight of your sad pretty eyes made him change his mind.

Behind his goofiness and heartless attitude hide a broken and bruised soul and he didn’t want to get you stuck in the middle of this mess, his mess. Was it too late to do the right thing? Can he keep his promise this time and leave you alone? What if you both run away and settle down in a calm small town or even a farm? Lots of questions and ideas were going through his mind. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his thoughts and sleep, but it didn’t work. Giving up he picked up his book and started reading.

It was right before dawn when he felt you moving. With a sleepy smile plastered on your face, you hugged him. “It always feels good to have you near”.

He brought you closer for a kiss. “Good morning my angel”. You peppered kisses all over his face smiling at his words. Your lips traveled down his neck, and torso ‘til his lower abdomen.

Dazai half sit and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I tasted you in my dreams, now I know what I want for breakfast”. You smiled at him.

“Is that so?” a wicked smirk stretching his face.

You glanced once more at the dark-haired man before yanking both his sweats and underwear down freeing his shaft. You started caressing it softly, and as soon as it began to harden you started pumping it making him gasp. That was the only sound you managed to earn from his parted lips until you moved things to the next level. Locking your gaze, you dragged your tongue up and down his cock. It was when you sucked his tip that you made him groan deeply.

“If you keep doing this to me each time, ah, I believe I’m gonna end up forgetting about suicide”.

You had him now entirely in your mouth; moving your head up and down and changing the rhythm from time to time you were doing your best to pleasure him. when he finally came undone, he brought on his chest and caressed your hair for a few minutes silently.

“What time is it?” you asked.

He checked his phone, “4 am, feeling tired sweetheart?”. You nodded and he secured you in with his arms. “Then let’s go back to sleep shall we”.

When you woke up again it was 9 am, the place beside you was empty and the house was quiet. At first, you thought he was showering or in the kitchen making breakfast but while resting your back against your headboard you noticed a folded paper on your nightstand. With shaky hands, you took and unfold it. It was dazai’s handwriting.

“My lovely angel,

Months after I met you, Odasaku told me that you bring out the good in me. That day I laughed at his words and told him that there is no good in evil. And I was right, the three of us knew that I was. I have to go somewhere; I might even be gone by the time you wake up or at least I hope so. During the couple of years I spent with you when I left the port mafia, you made me realize that Odasaku was right about something. there is good, but not in me. There is good in this world. You, Odasaku, and Atsushi helped me understand it and I’m glad people like you do exist. I’ll keep helping people and doing good things but this will never change my nature. I’m just doing it for Odasaku and for you.

This, my angel, will be the last time I be seeing you. I figured leaving you alone is the best thing I could offer you. you deserve better than the suicidal manic and twisted man that I am. I hope you meet someone who will be able to give you all the things I couldn’t offer you. that you will live a long and happy life. I wish you all of this because even though I always play dumb and oblivious, I do realize that you mean a lot to me. In fact, I’m in love with you. I fell in love with you the first day you discovered me laying on the side of the road after my suicide attempt. And it bugs me to be unable to give you what you deserve. But what upsets me the most is that I always hurt you. so, I decided to put an end to this vicious cycle I have created years ago. I’m setting you free.

Please take good care of yourself and continue to be the cheerful young lady you have always been.

I’m sorry for all the pain I caused you. I hope one day you’ll be able to forgive me.

Goodbye.

Dazai Osamu”

You covered your mouth with both hands and let out a deep groan before falling onto his side of the bed sobbing. This time the pain was stronger and more violent. This time there was no hope he’d be back days, weeks, or months later. This time he was gone for good. You hugged his pillow and cried harder. You have always known that this day would inevitably come but that never kept you from hoping he’d just let you have a normal relationship. You were never prepared for this. You cursed your heart for loving such a man. You cursed him for always finding a way to hurt you. you cursed yourself for not running away when you first decided to, for always opening your arms and house for him, and for truly believing that you had a chance to be happy. You know what he did was the right thing but that didn’t ease the pain let alone make you feel better. You closed your eyes and tried to recall his face and voice one last time. You smiled bitterly at the memory and then fell asleep once more curled up in your bed with his pillow brought against your body.

[darkkryptonian]

Summary: Yes, the next part of yesterday's NatxReader fic. they fuck, a bit.

A/N: Well, you are, as always not allowed to cum. You are definitely allowed to beg, of course. The magic word is... Well... Please, Daddy. But, if I let you or not depends on my mood.

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You were thoroughly enjoying teasing Natasha. It was amazing to see her writhing under your touch every time you kissed her.

You were enjoying the situation you both were in. You knew she still needed time to be ready. But, till then, you had her entire body to explore, to know what made her tick and what turned her off.

So, right now, as you were both making out in front of her home, you gently pressed her boob, and she moaned softly.

“Do you like that, Babygirl?”

You asked and she nodded her head in a yes. You decided that it was time for a bit more.

“Meet me by the truck after you are done.”

You said before tugging on her clothed nipple. She hissed at the aggression and looked at you till you disappeared into the crowd in the hallway.

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When you went to your truck at the end of the day, she was already waiting there for you. You hugged her from behind and started nibbling on her neck, leaving a bruise behind.

“What are–?”

But, she took a sharp inhale when she felt your teeth penetrate her skin. You pulled away and kissed the spot you just bruised. The black and blue bruise looked angry on her porcelain skin and all you softly caressed it admiring your work.

She inhaled sharply as your hand on her waist tightened. You opened the door to your truck and helped her in, before tightening her seatbelt. You then hopped up to the driver's seat.

You could see her clenching her thighs together and you kept a hand on her upper thigh, very close to her center. 

“Did you use the shower head again?”

You asked her, your eyes focused on the road.

“Y-Yes.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, Daddy.”

You knew there were years in her eyes from the lack of relief. You tightened your grip on her thigh.

“That's my good girl.”

She whined at the praise and you decided to tease her a bit more. You changed the position of your hand and moved impossibly closer to her center. You were almost touching her but not quite and as soon as you felt her thighs moving, you firmly held them apart.

You finally drove to your home and helped Natasha off the car before picking her up in a bridal carry. She shrieked at the sudden motion and held onto your neck tightly.

You made her open the door and entered the home. You were carrying her around like she weighed nothing, and you realized that the strength turned her on.

You finally placed her on the couch and pulled out your laptop from your bag to start working on something. You knew she was now frustrated and you knew all she wanted was a release. But, it was fun to tease her.

She whined as you stopped paying attention to her. Her lips found your neck and she started kissing you there.

“Please, Daddy.”

You looked at her and her eyes were dark.

“Fuck me.”

She whispered and that's all it took for you to close the laptop, deposit it on the table next to you and replace its place with Natasha.

“Are you sure you are ready, Princess?”

You asked and she nodded her head in a yes. You kissed her passionately before making her stand right in front of you.

“Strip.”

She gulped and nodded before taking off her dress. She was wearing a lacy pair of lingerie. You looked at her hungrily and motioned for her to take off her bra and panties as well.

Once she was entirely naked, you could see a slight shyness and hesitation in her eyes. You pulled her on your lap and kissed her before looking into her eyes.

“We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Babygirl. But, I am extremely rough, and once I penetrate your virgin pussy and make you familiar with my strap, I am going to go hard. Is that okay for you?”

You asked her as your hand found her wet slit. She moaned at the contact and nodded her head in a furious yes.

“Verbal consent, Princess.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I am now going to insert my finger inside your hole. I want you to tell me if it's too uncomfortable, okay?”

She nodded but corrected herself.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You muttered another praise before deciding to give her what she wants and started inserting one of your fingers into her. She moaned loudly at the intrusion. You knew she wasn't used to penetration and you wanted to get her as comfortable as possible before riding her pussy with your strap.

She hissed as your finger went in deeper and you slowed your pace.

“Are you okay, Princess?”

You asked and she looked at you.

“It hurts a bit, but I am okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You nodded again and inserted the finger a little deeper while looking into her eyes for signs of pain and discomfort. She exhaled loudly, and you stopped your motion. You gently started rolling your thumb on her clit, and she whined hiding her face into your neck.

You kept manipulating her clit for a while. She then started moving on your finger and you decided it was time.

“You can cum for me, Babygirl.”

She held on to your shoulder and whined loudly as her back arched and you kept a strong hold on her waist as she came with a shuddering orgasm.

“That's it, baby. That's it.”

You cooed as she came down from her high and was now whimpering, buried in your neck. You pulled her by her neck and made her face you.

“I am now going to pull my fingers out of you. Stop me if it hurts, okay?”

You asked and she nodded her head. You softly, but surely pulled your fingers out of her and sucked them to taste her.

“Mmm. I have to taste that from the source.”

There was a moment of peace before you sat her down on the couch, and got on your knees in front of her. You gently opened up her legs and licked her entire length.

She shuddered at the sudden stimulation and you held a firm hand on her pubic bone before starting to eat her. She was now writhing beneath you. You could see all the pent-up frustration from the last two months bubbling up and it didn't take her long to beg for another orgasm.

“Please, Daddy.”

“No.”

You said and kept eating her. You could feel that she was close.

“Please, let me cum, Daddy.”

She begged again, but your response was still a no. But, when you bit on her clit softly and drove a finger in her, she couldn't hold herself and her entire back arched off the couch as she came. She was shuddering as you let her ride her orgasm on your tongue and finger and she whined at the loss when you finally pulled out of her.

She looked thoroughly spent, but you knew this was far from over. You looked at the dazed look on her face and made her stand up by her chin.

“You didn't listen to me, Princess.”

You said with a teasing tone and she looked at the darkness in your eyes with a shudder.

“I am sorry, Daddy.”

“That doesn't work with me. You are going to get a punishment for disobedience.”

You declared and she gulped.

“Five smacks on the cunt.”

Her eyes shot up to see any signs of teasing in your eyes. But, you were determined. You pushed her so that she was standing against the wall and smacked her thighs to distance them. You could see fear in her eyes and you gently kissed her.

“This is just to teach you that disobedience is not acceptable. Don't you want to learn how to please Daddy?”

She nodded with a resolve and your hand finally came down on her pussy in a sharp smack. 

“Ow!”

She exclaimed and tried to close her legs, but your hand stopped her. The next four smacks came within seconds and each one was harder than the previous one. She was writhing under your hand and you had to hold her entire weight after the last smack.

You hugged her tight and muttered sweet nothings in her ears, assuring her that everything was okay and she was a good girl.

Once her sobs subsided a bit, she looked at you.

“Do you cum when you are not allowed?”

You asked and she shook her head.

“No, Daddy.”

There was a rasp in her voice that sounded extremely sexy and you kissed her.

“I think you have had enough for today.”

You said gently going down and kissing her bruised pussy.

“That is going to be sore tomorrow.”

“I like it, it reminds me of you.”

Natasha said instantaneously and you gave her length another lick before picking her up bridal style and taking her to your bedroom. She was nodding off with the exhaustion of the day and you laid her down on the bed.

“Just a minute, okay?”

She nodded, still half asleep. You went to the bathroom and got a soft loofah and bucket of warm water and started cleaning her up. You cleaned her entire body softly, taking your time to clean up her pussy. You pulled out an ointment when you heard her whimpering at the softest touches to her pussy, and applied it.

“Was I too rough?”

You asked as you pulled out a soft sweatshirt from your cupboard.

“I loved it.”

She said with the same rasp in her voice. You swiftly sat her up and made her wear the sweatshirt. She looked thoroughly fucked up and extremely sexy in your clothes and if it was up to you, you would've taken her again right there and then.

But, you got into bed with her, pulled her on top of you, and laid with your thigh between her legs, right on top of her bare pussy.

“You are allowed to use my thigh to cum after you wake up.”

You gave her permission and the both of you dozed off.

[xwingsandohs]

did anyone say good omens fanfic x cupid!reader ?!?!?

good evening tumblr. i have many thoughts for the ineffable fandom. can’t get out of my head a cupid!reader that crowley hangs out with now that azi is gone?!?? broken heart crowley?!?! crowley x reader smut ?!? gender neutral reader?!?!? gender bending crowley?!?!? sex shop running cupid ?!?!?!??! 🫣🤔🤭🪽

I wrote a drabble. Please send thoughts. May write a fic 🫣 XOXO, xwingsandohs.

Angels and demons have always been assigned their roles on earth to protect peace and create chaos, but it’s in the 15th century (or so) that the Almighty notices that humans have evolved themselves beyond simple procreation. And so God creates the Cupids, not necessarily a legion of angels and definitely not demonic, but a collection of holy beings powered by Earthly love to bring happiness and prosperity to humanity in new ways.

Where Aziraphale was defined by white hair and golden clothes, Crowley recognised by fiery red locks and sleek suits; this particular Cupid is defined by a rainbow of colours, patterns and flowers for every occasion.

It’s been three months since Aziraphale left for Heaven’s gates, or escalators to be more accurate, and your attempts to foster and create love in London has suffered thanks to a certain lonely demon moping around. Crowley can’t admit he just needs the company.

“Coffee?” You ask, Crowley hums positively. “What would you like?”

“Something strong.” He’s sitting on a lovely green couch in the back room of your shop, sprawled in all his comfort. It’s decorated with a variety of silly cushions, one particular eye-catching one being bright blue with orange tassels.

The room is littered with beige boxes of spare stock and new deliveries, but you still keep it looking bright with a mis-matched collection of hanging prints and printed wallpaper. You keep it on theme with what you stock.

“I know that, silly.” You shake your head and smile as always, you both do this routine most mornings. The coffee bean grinder grunts loudly and you pick out two big mugs from the cupboard. “What shall I try draw in your coffee with the milk? You know I’ve been practising.”

You have been practising. Despite coffee not being the main draw of your high street shop, you have a vision of giving out free drinks to customers if you can master the art of the latte. You’re getting better, actually.

“A leaf.” Your friend responds, standing up and heading towards you.

“You say that every time!”

Crowley picks up the yellow striped mug you’d taken out for his drink.

“I like the leaf.”

He’s nonchalant. He puts the mug back and looks around for the one he wants.

“But it’s easy and I’d like a challenge. Something silly.”

You grin up at him with a little humour, and he looks back to you with a raised brow.

He can’t find the mug.

You look up and find the mug immediately. It’s completely plain and black, with a slightly lighter shade of grey on the inside. He bought it and gave it to you especially for his drinks. You always fight back.

“Fine.” Crowley says with exasperation. “How about….” He looks around for inspiration in your decor, finding little that he wishes to ask for. “A tree?”

“Oh, I know!” You almost cut him off, exclaiming. He doesn’t know why you bother asking, again, this is your routine. His eyes roll and you can sense it without even seeing. “I’ve just remembered something I saw online the other day and I’d like to try it out.”

“Sure.” He rubs across his face with his hands then spins on the spot to head back to a seat on the couch. The milk steamer screeches and he considers it his cue.

“Could you do me a quick favour before I unlock the doors?” He stops, seconds away from reclaiming comfort on the velvet. He’s not your assistant, but you tend to always ask for these little things.

“I know you’re not my assistant, but there’s a pile of online orders printed out that I need to put together. Could you grab that pile from upstairs for me? It’s next to the-“

“The computer.” He finishes. Routinely.

You finish the coffee.

By the time he’s brought down the pile of paper and placed it where you like it behind the till incase of a quiet moment, you’re skipping over to unlock the door and flip the sign to ‘Open!’ Before it hits 9:01.

Then you rush back to grab the two mugs.

Crowley looks around at the shelves and pegs that hold the stock and shakes his head at everything he sees, humans and their rubbish. He does however appreciate the collection of green plants that have found a place amongst the shelves since he’d been spending lots of time here. They perhaps even look happier than his own, or maybe the colourful shelves really bring out their green.

“I wonder what lovely people will walk through our doors today?” You say with a smile, taking your first sip of coffee and smearing the pattern. Your hand holds out the other cup to Crowley.

He shrugs, takes the coffee from your hand and looks down at the pattern. “It’s a…”

“-A seahorse!” He wouldn’t have guessed it really, but when you point it out he notices. It’s definitely an animal of some sort.

“I like it.” He doesn’t really care for it, but you seem to like the labour, he understands that care. “Although it’s a little…”

He’s not going to say the word.

You’re still grinning, you know the word.

“A little…?” You ask.

“You know, it’s…” He doesn’t say.

“Phallic?” You say it. He doesn’t look away from the coffee.

“Phallic.” He confirms with an unsurprising demeanour .

“I know!” You giggle, he shakes his head.

“You really do take this all very seriously, don’t you?” Crowley chuffs as he leans back against the counter and takes his first sip.

“You could say it’s all about passion in this business.”

Well…. What else would a Cupid sell? The bell above the door rings.

“Good morning.” You call to the first two customers that come through the door. They respond politely back. “Welcome to Sugar ‘n’ Spice, let us know if we can help with anything.”

“Actually, we were looking for some bondage gear?” The lady says as her partner shrinks slightly behind her.

“Of course! Let me introduce you to our selection and then I’ll leave you to shop on your own.”

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

I'm gonna hold off on posting part 3 of the Sebastian X Ciels cousin!reader fic because I don't have the time to work on it really. I need to finish editing the Sub!Nanami x Domme!Reader fic I REAAAALYYY wanna post that on Friday.

Tumble doesn't seem to have flagged the cover so I'm SO EXCITED

Little teaser for y'all:

[simplyavatrice]

trespasser - chapter ten

Sometimes Ava gets far too lost in her head about just how fucked up her life is.

She’s died twice, lived in another realm for so long she’s probably lucky she doesn’t know an exact time. She’s been tortured and stabbed. She has a fucking angel’s halo in her spine that keeps her alive and heals her.

It’s so much, and all of that happened after she was in a car accident and left paralyzed and alone.

That part of her life somehow still hurts more than all the rest of it.

Still, the cherry on top of it all is her girlfriend. They don’t call each other that, but in Ava’s mind they are and there is no one else in any realm that Ava loves more than Beatrice.

Beatrice, who was once a nun and now has a demon living inside of her that may or may not like the way Ava looks naked.

It’s all just so very fucked up, but it is her life and she is still here to live and enjoy it and that is exactly what she’s going to do.

The sun has just set and Beatrice is tidying up their dining room after dinner (some excellent steaks that they had delivered) and Ava is feeling overwhelmingly gay at the sight of Beatrice being so domestic.

She sits on the couch and watches her, leaning over the back with her head in her hand just…watching.

Ava is convinced Beatrice doesn’t even know she’s doing it, but there’s a soft cadence of classical music playing on the little speaker Ava ordered and Bea is humming along with it.

There’s a tiny smile on the corner of her lips - it’s so peaceful. Almost normal - it’s everything.

CONT ON AO3

[peachdues]

vow between man & star is slowly consuming my heart ok

@ghost-1-y @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 my other WIPs looking at me like shocked pikachu rn

[gojonanami]

I literally cannot wait for prof geto 3, I ve been checking your page several times a day 🤣🤣🤣 you are very gifted with your writing 🫶🏻 thank you for giving us thirsty asses what we want 🫶🏻🫶🏻

that’s so sweet bb thank you!! I am working on it — I did get distracted by the aphrodisiac fic but I am going to be working on it today with any spare moments I have 💕✨

[boredzillenial]

This is an official SOS I’ve got whiplash from the Blue -> Anselm brain rot train and I NEED fic recs.

[trash-inu]

I made a fake moicy anime last year that I never shared anything off here for obvious reasons but now I at least can share a part of it annddddd all scenes and extras are free :D

---> trashinu.gumroad.com/l/ErqWQ

I still plan on doing season 2 which I already sketched but time is always an issue welp D;

[spongynova]

Words: 13,479 Rating: E Fandoms: Star Trek TOS Star Trek Relationships: James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Spock

Summary (kinda):

This is the giant mushrooms and dinosaurs shenanigans fic.

Jim and Spock try to flirt with Bones like bulldozers, and I mean it's Bones: he is pining, grumpy, but in the end he wants to talk about feelings.

It seems that I am unable to write about science seriously, but I mean it's star trek. Also none of the tech is working correctly, but I mean it's star trek. I HC Bones as transmasc but it's very subtle because medical technology ought to be better than ours, I mean it's Star Trek after all.

@mcspirkevents

McSpirk bingo : cuddling / oblivious Chekov / ashes / free space = cock blocked by dinosaur

[happer08]

Hands

@fallinallincurls​

You and Nate had been in bed for hours. Spending some quiet time together just soaking in his presence with one of his hands up under your shirt, his thumb rubbing gently on your skin. 

He had the day off, and you were trying to have a quiet night in, given that he had just gotten back from a long road trip. You had become really good at peaceful silence, enjoying quality time. 

You laid next to each other, scrolling through different things on your phones. Eventually, you locked your phone, tucked it under your side, and looked at him. 

“You bored?” he asked gently, his eyes still tracking over his screen. 

“Nope” You moved and snuggled closer to him, taking a deep breath of his scent pushing your face into his chest. Nate set his phone down behind you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer to him. 

“Missed you so much,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head. “Hate that we spend so much time apart.” 

“I know, bubba. But I knew what I signed up for when I started dating you,” you hummed, closing your eyes as you pushed your face into his warm bare neck. 

You rested that way for a while. His skin was warm and soft, and his large hands eventually found their way back under your shirt and tucked into the back of your jeans. 

Eventually, Nate got restless even though he wouldn’t admit it. Moving back, you sat up, watching your boyfriend prop himself up on his elbow, looking at you. 

“I know that face; what’re you thinking?” You touched his hair gently, tucking your fingers over his ear. 

“Just thinking”

“Mhm, about what?” you pushed gently. 

Nate liked to take pictures and keep them in a folder on his phone so he “didn’t miss you as much.” You always thought he wanted the reminder that he had a “hot girlfriend waiting for him at home.” You weren't sure you believed that excuse, no matter how often he said it. 

“I was hoping we could take some more pictures,” he finally hummed. 

You chuckled, then nodded. 

“What were you thinking?” you continued.

“Have you seen any of the “hands as a bra” mirror pictures?” he reached out, rubbing his hand gently on your leg. 

“I've heard of it,” you nodded. “I think I saw a tweet or something about it.”

“I was thinking one of those, maybe a few others.” 

“Okay” 

Moving, you grabbed his phone, setting it in your lap before moving to sit at the end of his bed in front of the full-length mirror, leaning on the wall; the bed moved and dipped as he moved behind you, kissing your shoulder over your shirt. 

Nate gently pulled at your shirt before pulling it over your head, exposing your lace bra as you grabbed his phone, starting to snap a few pictures as his hands moved over your body. Humming, you felt his fingertips move, squeezing your hips gently as he kissed your skin near your neck and over your shoulder. His lips pushed against your shoulder near his bra strap, his fingers tucked into the waistband of your jeans. He paused, you assumed, to give you a few seconds to take a few more pictures. 

Groaning, you felt his hands leave your body as he pulled his shirt off, discarding the shirt near yours toward the pillows of his bed. He moved again, pushing his chest against your back feeling his warm bare skin against mine, forcing a few small noises from you as his hands came around your body again. 

“Love you so much,” he hummed against your skin, squeezing your body against his. Tilting your head to the side, Nate pushed his lips against your neck as you pushed a heavy breath out. His fingers brushed the underside of your bra where the wire was, trying to move this along a little. You kept taking pictures as you moved along. His hands moved around your back, toying with the hooks of your bra, kissing between your shoulders, gently unhooking the last piece of material covering your upper half. 

He took his time sliding the straps down your arms till the material had no connection with your skin. He grabbed and discarded it in the same direction as the other clothes. His warm hands moved around your body again, his fingers pushing into your skin as he wrapped them around your bare breasts, squeezing gently, forcing a gasp from your parted lips. 

Resting his lips in the curve of your neck and shoulder, you snapped a few more pictures as he continued his actions, tucking one hand into the front of your jeans, covering both of your breasts with the other empty hand. Your pierced nipples perked at his actions. You were sure the line his lips had pushed on your skin was covered in hickeys and love bites, but as things escalated, that was the last thing on your mind. 

The pile of discarded clothes grew as it moved to the floor as you needed to use the bed for other activities. A few hours later, you laid in the center of his bed. He kept a soft blanket near the end of his bed, covering your naked bodies as you rested your head on his bare chest, slowly rubbing over his pale smooth skin. 

“Can I take a look at those pictures?” you finally asked. 

Nate didn’t say anything, reaching for the nightstand to grab his phone and handing it off. Unlocking it, you flipped through the pictures turning a few black and white and editing them to make them a little sexier.

“You ever look at these and think about how hot we are?” you asked, chuckling. 

“Every single time,” he looked down at you. 

Looking up, you pushed your lips against his once more, snuggling into him, preparing to fall asleep content against the man you love.

[alissonbear-ker]

Finally, some time to write...