#because i needed her collarbone to attach to it

[phantompeaches]

What a nice and normal drawing to post after vanishing for 2 and a half months. I'm sure there was no weird and unhinged process for figuring this pose out that entailed inventing organs that all occurred in the space of around 10 hours or anything.

[lqveharrington]

Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

ooohhhhhh, please can you write a smut with aegon? maybe where he catches her in the town with some guy she’s been seeing and he just gets jealous and they go back to the keep and it’s just angsty but smutty. tyyyyy 😚

Request: Aegon weds Helaena instead of his twin sister. They continue seeing each other but Alicent force them apart and end this with smut

Warnings: 18+, smut, humping, mention of p + v, sibling incest,

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Since birth, you and Aegon had always been attached to the hip. You fed from your mother’s breasts at the same time, napped together, bathed together, and continued doing so as you grew up. Where Aegon went, you followed. 

When your bodies started to change, you pointed it out to each other and did things the Faith of the Sevens considered sins. 

Because of your bond, you always assumed you would wed your twin brother when you could flower, but Aegon ended up being betrothed to your younger sister, Helaena. Neither you or Aegon were pleased with the decision. He didn’t love Helaena, and never would. She was just a wife he had to bed until his seed took. 

On nights Aegon didn’t see Helaena, he snuck to your chambers. With you, he didn’t need to imagine someone else’s face to keep his cock hard. All he had to do was look in your eyes — and your perky breasts and pink cunny. 

Eventually, you got caught and your mother took the decision to order a guard at your door at night. 

Three years went by since you last shared a bed, since you last felt each other’s naked body. You had turned to brothels, buying yourself the finest looking men that would fill the void of your brother - although none would equal his beauty. 

It was difficult seeing him around the Keep and staying away from each other. All you wanted was to throw yourself into Aegon’s arms and never let go. 

‘’You smell new tonight, Princess,’’ the blond boy complimented as he kissed your skin, smelling something different. ‘’Although I do not recognize what it is.’’

‘’Jasmin,’’ you said, tilting your neck to give him more space. ‘’I brought home soaps from Highgarden when I visited.’’

He continued to kiss your body as you laid there in the silks of your private chamber, veils of curtains shielding you from the prying eyes of the customers. It was no secret that the princess was frequenting brotels of the Street of Silk, but your naked body was not for open view. Only those who were given golden coins had the chance to see what hid beneath your sumptuous dresses. 

Tonight, his name was Dorian, or mayhaps Davos. It was the same to you. He had a pair of blue eyes that reminded you of Aegon's, which had heavily influenced your choice of boy of pleasure. You've laid with him before. He was one of your favorites. Sweet, delicate faced and he had a decent cock. 

His kisses were light as his lips descended down your naked body. His hands trailed down your collarbones and to your supple breasts. You sighed in pleasure, appreciating the way he was suckling on your nipple. 

‘’Does the Princess like how I'm taking care of her?’’ he asked sweetly, wanting to please. 

You relaxed against the pillows. ‘’Very much.’’ 

Dorian continued to kiss lower and lower, until he reached your lower stomach. ‘’May I touch you, Princess?’’ 

You nodded in consent, a long moan leaving your parted lips when Dorian’s thumb circled your neglected pearl. After a month of traveling, a month of only having your hands to pleasure yourself, your body was sensitive and in need. 

On the other side of the curtains, Aegon was strolling through the brothel with a goblet of wine in his hand, rubbing himself over his breeches while looking for a suitable cunny to dip his cock in. There were women of every kind. Some were half-naked, others fully exposed, all wearing expressions of lust and desire. 

As he walked past one of the curtained-off rooms, he couldn’t help but notice the feminine moans and gasps coming from within. Curious, Aegon paused in his steps and pulled the curtain slightly open.

Aegon’s eyes widened at the sight before him. He almost dropped the goblet in his hand at the pure shock of realizing whose body was being pleasured behind the curtain. His twin sister. His sister that he had not touched in so long. 

You writhed and moaned so prettily on the silken sheets, your face scrunched up in pleasure at the work of the boy of pleasure in the bed. 

With his hand still gripping the curtain, Aegon pulled it open and stormed into the room. His eyes were burning with jealousy and fury, his voice sharp when he spoke. ‘’Get out.’’

The boy of pleasure looked up in surprise, gasping at the sight of your twin brother standing at the end of the bed. He glanced at you, then back to Aegon, not knowing what to do. You had paid for his company, he should stay. But the rage on Aegon’s face terrified him. 

“I said get out,” Aegon repeated with his jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving you. ‘’It’s a command from your prince of the realm and heir to the throne.’’ 

The boy of pleasure hurried off the bed and left the room, leaving you and Aegon together. 

You sat up when the curtains closed again, your eyes wide and your body stiff. With the way Aegon burst through the curtains with such anger and rage on his face, you knew exactly what he was feeling. Jealousy.

‘’What in the Seven fucking Hells is this?’’ His voice was sharp and harsh, and his blood was boiling. ‘’You let whores sully your body with his disreputable seed?’’ 

You poured yourself more wine into your cup and took a small sip under Aegon’s gaze, not bothering to cover your body. ‘’I don’t let them fill me, if that’s what you’re worried about. There is no bastard babe in my womb.’’ 

Aegon clenched his jaw at your response. The fact that you were so casual, that you were so calm was making him even more angry. He took a few steps towards you, his eyes roaming over your naked and exposed body. Gods, you were so beautiful. The memory of the many times he had you like this under him flashed through his mind, and he cursed under his breath, his cock hardening in his breeches.  

‘’You let someone unworthy between your legs. You…you betrayed me!’’ 

You almost laughed at the absurdity of his words. Betrayed him? 

‘’Mother forced us apart,’’ you reminded him. She was the villain of the story, not you. ‘’What was I supposed to do, Aegon? Plot for my sister’s death so I could wed her widower husband?’’

‘’We could have used the hidden passages and seen each other behind Mother’s back.’’

‘’And risk her exiling me to Oldtown?’’ You shook your head, refusing this to be your fate. 

‘’I would not have let her.’’ He climbed over the bed and reached for your chin with a firm grip. Forcefully, he tilted your face up to look at him. ‘’I would not have let her take you from me.’’ Aegon’s voice was lower and huskier now that he was so close to you, and you could feel the heat coming off his body. He let go of your chin but didn’t move away, trapping you between his arms. 

As he hovered over you, your eye’s met with his. You felt like you could almost drown in their blue hue. This was his natural state, you knew. Full of fire and lust, unable to control his emotions. His breathing became deeper and more ragged as he continued to stare down at you. 

You were both silent for a moment until Aegon suddenly lowered his head, burying his face into your neck. He nipped and sucked at your skin, biting down hard just to hear you hiss. His body pressed you down into the bed, humping against you. His clothes felt rough against your bare skin, but the friction of your bodies sent shocks of pleasure through each other. 

‘’Ahh, I need you, Aegon,’’ you mewled in his ear, fingers clutching at his commoner tunic. His hard bulge was pressing against your naked cunny, the wetness seeping from you staining the fabric every time he rubbed against you. 

His lips kissed their way up your jaw, then he brushed his nose against yours. ‘’Have me.’’

The lewd sounds came from behind the curtains echoed through the brothel all night, making customers wish they could have a turn with whoever was giving pleasure. Little did they know, it wasn't a brothel worker who was behind the curtains, but a prince and a princess who were making up for three years of craving each other.

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[prettiestofpisces]

Breanna Stewart x Reader

nsfw 18+

💋: angst, car quickie, college stewie

⋆ ★ let me know if this is absolutely garbage and what to fix, you won’t hurt my feelings…muah

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

you knew what breanna wanted when she asked if you were up.

“i want to come see you.”

you stared at the message contemplating if you wanted to get hurt yet again.

fooling around with thee breanna stewart, uconns mvp, was not for the weak. especially when she was up to no good. she wanted you for one thing and one thing only.

you two had met through mutual friends and as you attended her games your eyes lingered on breanna more than you’d like to admit. afterwards when all your friends would gather breanna couldn’t help but surround herself by you, asking where you were. becoming closer and closer you no longer needed a group of friends as an excuse to find your way back to one another. you two could enjoy each others company alone and conversate about life outside of basketball and aspirations while never getting tired.

spending sacred time together also meant there were hidden glances and touches that lingered that therefore only progressed.

after games there were no more nights out on the town but rather nights in with just the two of you that held no more innocent touches but instead the most ravishing sex you’d ever had.

after a hard loss breanna would be in distress and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. her pent up frustrations released into the rough kisses she gave you and forceful fingers rammed into your cunt.

however when they won, which was quite often, she’d treat you like a princess. holding your face in her hands pecking your lips and running her fingers through your hair.

nights like these you couldn’t help but to think you were in love. and sooner or later you’d be able to call breanna yours.

but those were not her intentions as breanna claimed this was just “for fun.” occupying her time and yours.

you should’ve known, you should’ve known she never had love for you once she orgasmed and rushed to put her clothes back on, never looking back.

but sex and to feel good clouded your judgment so now you’re here in the passenger seat of a 2005 toyota 4runner with the curly brunette in the drivers seat.

“why couldn’t i have come up again?” she questioned.

“because my roommate is sleeping B” you sigh and roll your eyes.

you lie between your teeth when in reality she begged you not to go downstairs. but you were consistent in telling your roommate you were only going to “talk” some things over, and to not worry.

as the stars twinkle breanna simply hums and scans your body, taking in the tight shirt which exposed your hardened nipples and short shorts that revealed your plush thighs.

“you look good” she mumbles.

“thank you B” you say flustered and unable to make eye contact. you look at the clock on the radio that illuminates the time, 12:37.

“look it’s late stewie and i’ve-“ she cuts you off to then grab your face, bring it close and whisper “so we need to be quick.” not able to resist, your breath halters and lips depart, you nod in agreeance and your facade faded.

breanna waste no time in securing your mouths together and playing with your bottom lip.

you whine, unsure of where to put your hands in which they result on her shoulders. sticking your tongue in her mouth they swirl together.

swapping spit was not in your night time regimen, but, you couldn’t resist all 6 foot and 4 inches of breanna. after some minutes of making out stewie grabs hold of your waist hoisting you up and over the middle console onto her lap. as you both release from the kiss a pop could be heard and you get settled in your new positions. breanna she pushes the seat down and back creating more room.

panting, you grind your clothed pussy on hers and slowly take off your top. breanna however quickly attaches one hand on to your tit and her lips on your neck. she sucked and scratched until after leaving a dark mark on your collarbone, satisfied. Leaning back into the seat she takes her shirt own off leaving just the black nike sports bra you knew all too well. in comparison she watched you struggle to manipulate yourself to take your shorts and panties off, a smile washing over her face.

you look at her with an annoyed expression and set yourself back on her lap, clit now exposed.

you look at each other in content.

“sit on my face” her grin widens

“hmm?”

“i said, ride my face, hard”

a puzzled expression takes over, and your nerves chewed you up.

in attempt to put your concerns at ease, stewie takes hold of you waist once again and forces you to move up over her chest.

seeing how bad she wants this you readjust some more and settle down to feel the immediate wetness of her tongue on your lips. hands still on your waist they move your hips back and forth and in circles along breannas lips, tongue and nose.

your hand makes it way to the window leaving a condensated print.

“B you make me feel so good” you moan and move harder, squeezing your eyes shut.

she chuckles and the vibrations tighten the knot in your stomach.

“o-oh my god”

“suck my clit harder please”

“mm fuck-“

dirty words expelled from you uncontrollably while stewie took one hand away from your torso to slap and grab your ass.

you yelp and just like that your orgasm was approaching.

everything on breanna is long, her arms, legs and especially her tongue. she stuck the muscle right in your pussy and with a few more pumps, in and out your orgasm hit you like a brick wall.

sliding off her face and back on breannas hips you cup your cunt as all the feelings became too much.

“you’re shaking” stewie says with a laugh.

“no shit B”

“we can really do this more often”

as stewie kisses you gently, reality then hits. more often meaning, late night calls and quickies.

your eyes taking in all her features glistening with your slick made you contemplate whether you’re able to really say goodbye and let her go.

“um- no B i don’t think we can…”

it’s breannas turn to then look puzzled.

her large palms move from your waist to the small of your back and rub the area in undetectable patterns.

“i-i don’t want to continue this.”

in search for your clothes you return back to the passenger seat.

“what?” she says plainly.

you slip your shirt and shorts on “i’m tired of doing this with you, pretending like i don’t want something more!”

breanna whips her head at you, eyebrows raised

“it pains me we’re so intimate but i can’t say you’re mine” you clutch your chest ready for whatever dismissive excuse she was about to give you. but instead she rubs her face and closes her eyes “okay.”

“okay?! breanna are you fucking serious?”

you’re hurt.

you never called her breanna, only “B” and on rare occasions “stewie.”

She blinks in disbelief “i truly don’t know what to say but i think it’ll all hurt your feelings.” she combs her fingers through her messy curls and you watch as the digits flex.

the words coming out her mouth sounded so good in her northern accent but their meaning sending you in shock.

you nod with wide eyes unsure of how the only person you had been so vulnerable with couldn’t give you the time nor day.

you simply get out of the suv holding back tears. on route back to your apartment, stewie watches your hips sway and you turn around to spit

“fuck you.”

you hear the engine to her car start.

she wasn’t going to call for you? yell out and tell you to come back?

no.

but she does wait until you’re in said apartment to speed away. leaving you to climb back in bed sobbing silently.

although the next morning you wake to a text reading

“i’m sorry.”

[floredaqueen]

𝔹𝕃𝕌ℝ𝔹 18+

♡𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞♡

The first time Nova did it was for shock factor. Not only for those around them, but to make a point to the older guy in front of her. The point in question was that she could care less. It didn't matter who was around. Her actions and intentions were always clear and concise. It was what she wanted to do, and no one was going to persuade her away from her decisions.. and what she wanted to do was kiss him.

Eddie's dark eyes widened in response to the warm feeling of Nova's soft lips clinging to his. It gave him pause, a short circuit reboot if you will. Then he just melted from the sweet taste of watermelon from her lip gloss. When she pulled back, though, she didn't expect him to lean in again. It was in need, like he's been aching for that kind of touch from her ever since they met. She happily obliged, a dramatic moan leaving her mouth as she captured his lips once more in a needy kiss, leaning into the warmth of his hands and on her neck and jawline.

What she didn't expect next was to feel his calloused hands grip her face, squeezing her with the want to do more than just kiss her. She could feel it, too. He wasn't that close, but he was close enough for her to feel was he was packing in his pants.. as well as the heat radiating from his lower stomach. This went on for a moment, his mouth opening in confidence and desire to feel her do the same.. until his breath was weak, and his eyes were hazy.

"See you after school?" The socialite asked him, watching his face go from hot to bewildered in a second. He pointed to himself, and then her while blabbering on about the 'why'. Nova explained it as simply as she could. With her own as voice lingered so sweet for him, and her dainty, manicured hands finding his rougher ones.

"Because I want to kiss you some more.. at your place preferably," Nova half joked before she leaned in for one last teasing peck on his lips. Then she was gone, leaving Eddie to watch as he hips sway so prettily until she was out of his sight... until that evening.

That evening consisted of warming him up again, chatting about his favorite bands, both of their haircare routine, and where he gets his weed. After that, all it took was some funny jokes and a quick hit of said weed to get them all over each other again.

It ended up with Nova in Eddie's lap, her hands all in his fluffy dark locks while his gripped the plush of her ass. She didn't move, though. The only movement she made was to press hot open-mouth kisses down to his collarbone and back up against his jawline. All the while, his throbbing, long length pulsing against her snug walls aching to spill another load inside the already filled condom.

Up until this point, the cheerleader was too distracted by making the super senior melt under her touch to notice until he uttered breathlessly how close he was again. Only then did she lift herself off of her boy toy, watching his face wince as he slowly but surely escaped her gushy trap. With a soft pop of his tip being released, Nova whimpered, the jolt against her yearning walls causing her to gushing in reaction.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," The delinquent would groan, his chocolate brown hues boring into the sexy sight. He's had a few exciting sexual escapades, but never none like this with anyone like her. Everything she did was exhilarating, pushing him to the limit with her touch, gaze or soft needy sounds.

She responded with a soft smile, her lips then attaching to his pulsing crown. With a grunt, Eddie spilled once more into the overwhelmed condom, a soft yelp escaping Nova's plush lips as she flinched back. Her foxy gaze hovered over the sight, leaning over after only to press more soft pecks to his face and neck. All the while her hand gripped the base of his cock, listening to the moans as she applied a few strokes before pulling off the used condom.

"So.. how was that for a makeout sesh?" She asked with a silly smirk as she watched him sit up with a sated grin.

"It'll be better when I make you come too"

"And how do you know I didn't?" She questioned, tilting her head teasingly.

"Because you barely made a sound..." The DM started, leaning to plan a soft kiss on her lips, lingering away before he pulled back.

"..and with the way you were moaning when you first sat on my dick, I'm sure I'd have you doing a lot more than just whimpering,"

His proclamation had the popular gal scheming with a grin. Once again, she crawled atop his lap, smothering him in her sticky sweet presence.

"You wanna test that theory, 'Freak'?" She felt out with a hoping smile, relaxing into his torso as she felt the grasp of his arm around the small of her waist. Eddie looked her down, his big brown hues stationary on the girl in his lap before he form a big grin himself.

"Only one way for me to find out,"

♡

[paradiseprincesss]

heheheh request for my baby girl jackson 🎀 jackson hires a call girl because he’s lonely one night and wants to feel alive. however, neither of them expected to get attached and despite him trying to convince her that he’s bad for her (he literally confesses that he’s a killer) he keeps on calling her up again. he loves her but he doesn’t want to be with her, she loves him but she hates how she feels for him type of shit. then when one night he calls her, she’s blocked him anddddddd i’ll leave the ending up to you!

bonus points for angsty.

song - die for you by the weeknd

i would die for you | jackson rippner

yes yes yes, anything for you my looooove! thank you for the wonderful ideas ily.

summary: jackson falls in love with you, a call girl, but he knows that this is bound to end in disaster. you feel the same way, so you two try to keep it strictly sex. however, one thing leads to another and feelings get involved.

warnings: smut, p in v, kissing, swearing, sex work, in general just smut and mature themes, mdni 18+ only

word count: 3.7k

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jackson reached over to his bedside drawer, rummaging for his wallet as he caught his breath. his hands grabbed at his wallet, and he pulled out ten, crisp, one hundred dollar bills, handing it over to you. pulling up the duvet to cover your bare chest, you offer him a half-hearted smile as you take the cash from him.

"you only owe me eight hundred." you inform him, counting the bills carefully.

"yeah well, you're worth more than that." he says shrugging as he put his pyjama pants on and got up to shower. "thank you for tonight."

"you're welcome, i guess." you say quietly, watching him disappear into his bathroom as you hear his shower running.

you sigh with frustration and get up to get dressed as you collect your things, along with the thousand dollars you'd just made in one hour.

perks of being a call girl, i guess.

you and jackson had an arrangement, but you both knew it was much more than that. it started when one night, he had stumbled across an escorting service's website because he was feeling a little...lonely, though he'd never admit that. he put in a request for their top girl, and that's how he had met you. jackson was stunned when you showed up to his house for the first time — he wasn't expecting someone so beautiful and classy to be working in a business like that.

obviously, the sex was good — great, actually — for both parties. typically, you would go sleep with whoever was paying you, and you'd just act it up. you know, fake it 'till you make it. however, there was no need to fake with jackson rippner. the way he fucked you was delicious. his thick cock had you screaming and moaning for more, clawing at his back and shoulders; marking him up as he left love bites all down your neck and collarbone.

at first, yes, it really was just strictly sex. however, after maybe the third time you guys had hooked up, it was clear this was crossing the threshold of "just transactional."

there was undeniable chemistry between the two of you, and neither of you could deny it. the way he looked at you with his pale, icy, blue eyes as he fucked you sensually, and the way you moaned his name as he made you cum.

yeah, it was definitely more than just fucking, but both of you pretended not to notice it.

you did your part by taking his money and hurriedly leaving out his door as soon as he paid you, and he did his due diligence by...well, that was the problem — he wasn't. he continued to overpay you on a regular basis, compliment you in ways that seemed a little too intimate and personal, and fucked you in a way he hadn't even fucked his previous girlfriends.

don't get me wrong; he knew that he shouldn't have been doing this, but somehow he got flustered and couldn't help himself every time you came around.

he knew about your profession, but you didn't know about his. that's why it would never work — i mean, you were a hooker of all things, and he was a killer for hire.

not exactly a match made in heaven.

as you were about to leave, you thought twice about it. the sudden urge to talk to him about how you felt wasn't going away. so, hesitantly, you sit back down on the edge of his bed in the clothes you came to his house in, and scrolled mindlessly through your phone as you waited for him to finish his shower.

"oh, i thought you left." you heard his voice say as the bathroom door opened, causing you to turn around in slight embarrassment.

"sorry, um..." you say sheepishly, eyes glued to him as water dripped down his chest and a towel hung around his waistline (god, it was so hot).

"is something wrong?" he asked inquisitively, raising a brow at you as you got lost in those impossibly blue eyes of his.

"okay, um," you take a deep breath in, "correct me if i'm wrong, but sometimes i feel like we're — god, this is so embarrassing — um, i feel like there's something here. like, between us."

you feel your face burn as you finally brought up the topic you've been dying to talk to him about, and he sighs as he looks at you with an expression that you couldn't quite read.

"look," he says, coming to sit beside you, "i'm gonna be honest with you - i know that there's something between us, but if feelings are going to get in the way of our arrangement, we can just stop."

"i didn't say we should stop," you correct him, "i just...you know, wanted to see if i was just making it all up in my head? i don't know."

"you're not," he says, shaking his head, "but i think we both know it's wrong."

the conversation suddenly got very serious, very fast. you weren't really sure what to say to this. was he telling you that he had feelings for you? did he not want to see you anymore because you said something? as the thoughts and questions were compiling up in your brain, he brought you back to reality as he spoke to you softly.

"i'm just gonna straight up tell you that i've sorta developed feelings for you," he sighed, "but i think for both of our sakes, we should stop this. as much i don't want to, i really think we should."

"wait, what?" you say, frowning, "like, stop our um, arrangement?"

"i pay you to play pretend," he explained, "i pay you to pretend to want me, but in all actuality, i've started to develop fucking feelings and an...attachment to this fantasy. to the idea of you being mine or some shit."

it was almost scary how level-headed he could be in a moment like this. you wanted to tell him to shut up and just kiss him already, but it seemed that for him, his logic was taking the reigns right now.

"...i just told you i felt the same way?" you say with confusion, and he looks at you, taking in every word you were saying as if he was trying to detect any signs of dishonesty coming from you.

"i'd be saying shit like that too if i was getting paid." he said coldly, suddenly putting his walls up which hurt you a little.

"jackson," you say softly, "it's not about the money."

he doesn't say anything, but he stares at you in a way that makes you want to look away; he was so intimidating.

"maybe at first it was," you ramble on, "but for the last three months, i haven't cared about the money i just— i care about you. i don't know what else to say."

your confession had him speechless along with yourself, as you didn't expect to be telling your client you had basically fallen in love with him tonight.

"i'm no good for you," he says quietly, "i'm only going to hurt you."

"that's just what you think—"

"no, it's not. it's a fact." he cuts you off with a stern tone.

"do you love me?" you suddenly ask, feeling bold as the adrenaline rushed through your veins, but you regretted it as soon as the words left your mouth.

who asks their client that?!

"do i love you?" he asks with a scoff, "what kind of question is that?"

"a yes or no question." you say matter of factly, deciding to finally push the boundaries of whatever this was.

"i..." he tried to get his words out, but he couldn't. he couldn't say that he didn't love you, as much as he tried, because he did love you. "fuck, i— yeah."

you tried to ignore the way your heart started to beat uncontrollably as he said "yeah," and you bit your lip whilst thinking up a response. but before you could muster up the courage to say anything back, he started to talk again.

"don't tell me you don't fucking feel the same—"

"i do!" you say defensively, "of fucking course i do, jackson!"

"but that doesn't mean things can work between us."

"why not?"

"because—"

"because what, jackson?!"

"because i kill people for a living, okay? how the fuck do you think i can afford to pay you thousands of dollars a week?" he exclaimed back as his jaw clenched out of frustration.

that shut you up — you weren't expecting him to confess his love and the fact that he assassinates people for a living to you all at once. you couldn't find the right words to say, as you felt like any and everything you could say would just frustrate him even further.

"i'm gonna go," you say in a whisper, rushing to get up as he sighed from behind you, "maybe i'll see you around."

that night, you went home in silence. there wasn't a lot to say - shit hit the fan in a matter of seconds. the two of you just basically told each other that you'd fallen in love, but that it wasn't ever going to work because of external factors...

like the fact that he killed people for a living and you had sex with strangers to pay the bills.

you two didn't see each other for almost a week, but one warm, summer night on a friday, your phone started to go off. looking down at the caller id, you felt your heart start to race — jackson was calling.

hesitantly, you answer the call. "hello?" you say, wondering as to why he would be calling you not even a week after saying you and him had to "end."

"hey," he replies casually, "can we talk?"

how typical, you thought to yourself. "i thought you didn't want to talk," you say quietly, "you said yourself that this isn't going to work."

"yeah well, i say shit i don't mean all the time." he says cooly, and you rolled your eyes at his response. "come on, babydoll. i know you're thinking of me, too."

"don't play with my feelings," you scoff, "don't tell me you love me then tell me you don't want to be with me, then call me up again."

"first of all, i said we can't be together because of my job, not because i don't care about you," he corrects you, "and i just wanna talk about us. i've been thinking—"

"you said you're no good for me," you interrupt him, "don't send me mixed signals cause—"

"don't fucking start with that," he says, cutting you off in return, "you know i'm not the type to call about shit like this, or really talk about it, either."

"if you're going to be rude, i'm hanging up." you say, but he laughs softly on the other end of the line.

"relax, babydoll," he says softly, "come over, i just wanna talk, s'all. i'll pay you good, too."

"i am not fucking you." you scoff.

"for your time. god, calm down." he says, and you swore you could hear him roll his eyes over the phone.

"you don't need to do that," you sigh, "i'll come over in a bit, kay?"

"nine thirty?" he asks softly, and you agree before hanging up.

when nine thirty rolled around, you were dressed to kill — not literally unlike some people. just because you weren't going to fuck him doesn't mean you couldn't dress the part.

you pulled up outside of his home and you made your way to his doorstep; your high heels clicking on the pavement below you. he'd answered his door within seconds after you'd knocked, and he drank your appearance in.

"fuck, you look sexy," he said, biting his lip for a mere second, "come in."

"hello to you too, jackson." you say with a half smile as you playfully rolled your eyes, following him inside.

the moment you two were alone inside of his house, your hands were all over each other. of course, this wasn't supposed to happen — you were supposed to be "talking," but it seemed that neither of you wanted to face your feelings.

so, sex was the alternative. neither of you had to talk about your feelings or face the truth, and in the end, he got to cum and you got paid. it was a win win...kind of.

and this is how it continued for weeks. he'd call you up even though he swore that "this was the last time" every single time you two fucked, and he promised he was done with you and you promised you were done with him. he was in too deep, he knew he loved you, and you were too far gone — you knew you loved him, too.

he didn't know why he kept denying himself of being with you, and you didn't know why you allowed him to continue to drag the both of you down together. it was an awful thing, really. however, the cycle was never ending until one night, you decided you were through with it.

you decided your heart had gone through enough with him. this was supposed to be your job — you should have never let him string you along like this when you were falling in love. of course, you knew he felt the same way but you also knew he would never act on his feelings — he was too cold for that.

right?

so, you blocked him. you blocked his number and gave him radio silence, not bothering to give any explanation or second chances.

jackson hadn’t even realized you’d blocked him until his calls were not going through to your number, and his texts had turned green. he couldn’t believe you — the audacity!

of course, jackson was, well, jackson, and in typical stalker fashion, he had his ways of knowing absolutely everything about you, down to your exact address.

you were currently on your way home from seeing a client, and as you parked on your driveway, you noticed that the living room lights seemed to be on in your home. that's strange, you thought to yourself, i swear i turned off all the lights before i left.

you unlocked your front door, quietly making your way into your living room before letting out a shrill scream. you placed your hand right over your heart in surprise, "what the fuck," you huffed, "what are you doing in my house?"

jackson looked up at you from your couch with a smirk; he was always so cocky. "did you really think you could just block me, babydoll?" he cooed, getting up to approach you.

as much as you wanted to tell him off for literally breaking into your home, you also knew what he did for a living now. so, you figured maybe it was best not to argue with a potential serial assassin killer — he was trained in getting away with murder, after all.

"i can't keep doing this with you," you say softly, watching him as he towered over you, "i-i know you can, but i can't. it's just— i can't continue with you knowing that i, er, you know..."

"what, babydoll?" he says with a smirk, "come on, you can say it."

"knowing i, ugh, love you."

your words make him smile, and he places a hand on your cheek. "awe," he coos, "do you love me, babydoll? you just can't stop yourself from feeling this way about me? is that it?"

"jackson," you whined, but he pulled you in by your neck, "don't—"

"busy day, huh?" he says lowly, "how many guys did you see today?"

"ow," you whisper, "j-just one, we didn't even kiss—"

his grip on your neck became a little tighter, and he smirked down at you while your hands reached for his in an attempt to get him to let go. "well," he says softly, "consider that the last time you'll ever go out with another guy. fuck your job — you're mine."

gently, he lets go of your neck and decides to grab you by your waist instead, pulling your body flush against his. "what are you talking about?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest.

"can't you see what you do to me?" he whispered against your lips, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling away, "you wan't my love? fine by me, i'll give it to you, babydoll. but i don't share, and i'm never going to let you go."

the silence was eerie and the air was thick was tension, but you decided to throw caution to the wind that night.

"then don't." you whisper, and jackson instantly pulls you into a hungry kiss.

the two of you continue like this for a good while, making out against every wall in your damn house while stumbling up the stairs and desperately trying to get to your bedroom. between sloppy, heated kisses, and hands roaming over each others bodies, you finally make it to your bed (and what a miracle it was was). you straddled him on your bed as you push him onto the mattress softly.

he chuckles lowly, watching you throw your top off and revealing the gorgeous, hidden lace underneath. no matter how many times he'd seen this, he could never get tired of it — ever. his hands reached up to paw at your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"you're my girl," he sighs, "gonna show you off every fucking day, take you with me everywhere i go, every time i have a...job to do."

you giggle and help him take his suit jacket off, and unbutton his shirt along with slipping off his tie. once the two of you were fully undressed, just in your undergarments, he flipped you over so that your back was pressed into the mattress.

"say you fucking love me — say it." he growls, slipping your panties off in a rush.

"i do," you whimper, "i love you, jackson."

"good fucking girl," he groans, freeing his cock as the pre cum leaked from his pink tip, "who do you belong to?"

as he lined his cock up with your drooling entrance, you sighed, "you, i belong to you."

"that's right, babydoll." he tells you, finally pushing himself into you.

your back instinctively arches at the feeling of his fat cock filling you up fully, and even though he's fucked you on countless occasions, he always stretched your cunt out perfectly. your dripping hole was wrapped around his cock and he didn't wait a single second before setting a soft but deep pace.

"fuck, baby," he groaned, "look at how well you take my cock. it's like you were made to be my little whore."

his degrading (but also, really hot?!) words had you clenching down on him, causing both of you to let out choked moans. "you like it, don't you?" he asked, "you love being mine."

"yes!" you wailed out, "m-mhm! i love it, jackson, i love you!"

"i know you do," he cooed as he continued to push deeper and deeper into your cunt, "don't worry, babydoll, i love you too."

you whine as he continued to fuck you into oblivion, his hands coming to wrap around your leg as he hooked it over his shoulder. the new angle was mind-blowing in every way. so deep, so pleasurably painful.

you were already about to cum — but he didn't show any signs of stopping. "please," you breathlessly moan, "s-so close, ohmygod—"

"already?" he teases, "oh, babydoll. you needed to be fucked by me, didn't you? go on, show me how good my cock makes you feel."

you panted and moaned his name over and over again, and your eyes rolled back into your head. with your eyes closed, you couldn't see it — but he had the biggest, cockiest grin on his face as he watched you lose yourself from the way he was fucking you.

you couldn't find it in yourself to formulate any words as his cock drilled you senselessly, and all you could offer was broken, choked moans and breathily spoken pleas of his name. jackson was high off the way you were reacting to his very touch — he'd never seen you like this before.

usually, you two would have pretty rough sex, but this was something else. sure, it was rough but there was something else lingering in the air; love, perhaps?

yes — love.

"shit," he breathily spoke, "m'gonna cum inside- fuuuck."

as you were busy coming undone on his thick cock, he felt himself slowly tip over the edge, coming closer and closer to his own release. after a few more lazy thrusts, he was pouring himself into you with a low groan.

he pulled out after he was sure he'd filled your pussy up with every last drop of himself, and you could feel his cum dripping out of your spent cunt. he bit his lip at the sight of it — his sticky, warm fluids seeping out of your pretty pussy, mixing with your arousal. it was sending jackson into overdrive.

as he laid down beside you, he watched you closely as you crawled over and snuggled into his side. with a gentle sigh, he wrapped his arm around you tightly, holding you against him tenderly for once. jackson wasn't one to be very loving, like, at all. however, he couldn't deny that with you, he couldn't stop himself.

neither of you could take the pain of going without each other forever, and both of you knew you'd never find someone better because you were right for each other.

the silence in your bedroom was peaceful — not a word was said but all the love was there. neither of you had to say anything aloud for it to be understood.

and though it took some time for jackson to be able to articulate the feelings he was going through, once he did, there was no stopping him. you could never change his mind now — you were his, and he was yours. jackson would kill for you.

you could even say that he would die for you, too.

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[staratie]

week two: phone sex

nsfw, oral sex, dirty talk, toy used, implies tall!reader wc: 534 summary: buying a phone from robin was a mistake.

Buying a phone from Robin changed your farm life. You didn’t need to travel to her house to see her stock or prices, you got to call the saloon, and Pierre’s to see what he was selling for the day.

However, having the phone did come with prank callers and Vincent randomly checking in on you.

One rainy day, you and Haley were hanging out in your cottage. You had been dating for a while and the intimacy between you two intensified. The first time you two had sex was heavenly. Literally. You two roleplayed as an angel and devil and it was obvious who played each role.

“I’m bored.” She sighed, standing up from the couch. You followed her and wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, there’s a lot we can do.” You suggested. “Watch TV, cook together, feed the animals—”

“No.” Haley disagreed. She turned to you, tip-toes, gently pinned you against the wall, and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your kiss picked up, to the point where you were taking each other’s clothes off.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You rolled your eyes, stopped the kiss, and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” You asked, trying not to moan. Haley’s lips went down from your cheek to your collarbone and your chest.

“Hi! It’s Robin!” The carpenter sang.

“Ah fuck—” You whispered as your lover knelt down. She started kissing you, licking her tongue around you, sighing happily as you twitched and nearly lose your composure. “I mean ah, my fudge!”

“You baking brownies, farmer?” Robin asked.

“U-Um yeah, trying out a new recipe from Zuzu City.”

You heard Haley leave for a little bit, probably to get a pillow or blanket to kneel on. Grateful, you continued your conversation.

“So what do you want to talk about?”

“Oh! I noticed your coop isn’t upgraded yet. I think you should consider doing that because you are probably buying more animals…” Robin chatted endlessly about the farm.

You masked a moan as Haley motioned you to lean on the kitchen counter. You felt your toy she bought for you at your entrance. She knelt down again and kissed you, adding tongue around your rim.

Haley lubed up her fingers and inserted one gently..then two…then three…then, she stood up on a nearby chair, and thrusted the dildo inside. She was prepared and had it attached to a belt. When it came to lovemaking, she wasn’t soft as you expected.

She was thrusting hard, grabbing your hair and making you look up.

“You look so sexy babe,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. You felt like you were on fire, your body trembling with pleasure.

“…and you need another well…”

You mouthed out her name, squeezing your eyes shut. Haley gave you one last thrust and quickly jumped down from the chair. She pushed you back, straddled your lap, and kissed your chest, biting your nipples. Then she knelt down and roughly kissed your front.

“…how’s this phone treatin’ ya?”

“I like it!” You yelled into the phone. “Fuck having a phone is awesome!”

Robin didn’t hesitate to end the call. In fact, she was pretty impressed with how long you lasted while having the conversation.

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[wileys-russo]

what about lessi seeing hickeys on your neck the morning after she'd given you them but she's never given you them before so she j goes absolutely insane and ravenous and needy and touchy towards you because she loves how they look and wants to give you more (she even wants you to give her some tbh)

sensative II a.russo

your eyes fluttered open as you felt your girlfriend stir beside you, her body shifting as she sighed deeply still half asleep and rolled onto her other side.

rubbing the sleep from the corner of your eyes you reached out and tapped at your phone, the screen indicating it was 9:07am. your internal alarm clock apparently having decided you needed to be awake you groggily sat up and swung yourself out of bed.

you swiped your girlfriends top from the floor where she'd thrown it last night, shrugging it on and standing up with a stretch and another sigh, glancing over to alessia who was still soundly asleep in bed, the blonde never having been a morning person.

making your way to the bathroom you shivered a little as your feet hit the cool tile floor, using the bathroom and standing to wash your hands, but as you glanced up at yourself in the mirror you did a double take.

"alessia!" you shouted suddenly with wide eyes, the blonde jolting up in bed at your cry, stumbling tiredly out of bed and running as quickly as she could to the bathroom, swearing as she clumsily knocked her toe against the bed frame.

"whats happened??" the taller girl asked worriedly and you spun around to face her, gesturing frantically at your neck, alessias own eyes widening as you did.

"you happened!" you whined, turning again to look in the mirror, eyes scanning over the blotchy purple and red hickies littered all over your neck. you and alessia had only been seeing one another for a few weeks now, and had happily been taking things at your own pace.

but a particularly heated kiss last night during a lazy makeout session wrapped up in her bed together after not seeing one another for a couple of days and things had escalated, quickly.

before you knew it the strikers lips had moved from your mouth to your neck as you gave her a breathy confirmation of consent, the blonde tugging you down onto the bed as she crawled on top of you.

and well, here you were now.

alessia's reaction however was the complete opposite to yours, her eyes widening hungrily rather than with concern, stomach clenching as she watched you touch at the bruises, wincing at a few that were particularly tender.

she was behind you in an instant, arms wrapping around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder. "how am i supposed to cover these? lessi!" you groaned in annoyance, tilting your head side to side, eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

"simple, you don't. you look so fit right now." the blonde mumbled, lips peppering feather light kisses across the marks scattered across your neck as her hands wandered up your top, shamelessly grabbing at your bare chest.

"ah! less no, they're sensitive." you grunted in pain, shoving her away as she sucked lightly at the bruised skin.

"it felt good last night right? just relax baby." your girlfriend mumbled as she immediately attached herself back to you, pressing your body against the counter as her hands gripped at your hips holding you in place, cold nose tucked into your collarbone.

you hissed as she nipped and sucked possessively at the territorial marks, bucking against her but withholding a moan as her tongue swiped lovingly over them, trying to soothe the sting.

before you could even blink she'd grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the bed, the two of you rolling around with one another, hands roaming and pinching at any slit of skin either one of you could find, moans filling the room.

alessias eyes slammed closed and her head thumped back into the pillow as you crawled on top of her, now hungrily devouring at her neck just as she'd done to you last night, spurred on by the whiny noises which left her mouth as you did.

"more." the blonde begged, hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing your face back into her neck, keeping a firm grip on you to ensure you didn't pull away as she felt you smile against her skin.

in relation her free hand slipped beneath your top, fingers gripping your own neck as she pushed and pressed at the hickies already littering your blotchy skin as you groaned and began to grind into her.

it was safe to say that day you both discovered you had sensitive necks, and neither of you planned to let the other forget it.

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any yandere velvet x fem reader headcanons or oneshots? :3

I got you >:)

Yandere!Velvet x Fem!reader headcanons/one shot

tw! NSFW, cursing, possessiveness, stalking, mentions of death, blood, knifes.

The first time Velvet ever saw you was at a party or an event, at first she wasn't as obsessed, it wasn't until you came up to her and asked her if she wanted to dance, thats when it started.

After that night she started stalking you, since she's so famous and has access to basically anything, it was easy to find you.

So easy to put cameras in your room, all over your house, she was fully aware of how wrong it was, it didn't affect her at all.

She would go into your house at random times, when you were there or not, spraying her perfume on your clothes to get you used to her scent.

After maybe a month or two of stalking she "coincidentally" met you again in a coffee shop.

She got your number and asked if you needed a job, you probably had a job so you declined. So, she offered to double your salary, and with that became Velvet and Veneer's assistant, replacing crimp.

When you start working their, Velvet is definitely rude, always making fun of you and picking you apart, trying to make you feel like you aren't special and that no one likes you.

Veneer would try to be nice to you, but Velvet would but in, telling him to shut up, and, "Stop being so nice to the new assistant, they work for us after all."

At this point your only staying working for them for the money, and once you're almost completely mentally broken down, thats when Velvet makes her move on you.

She'd find you in your room crying after she had yelled at you or something, and completely switch up.

"Oh you poor thing~ was I a bit to harsh? Baby I'm so sorry~" She would say in a fake apologetic voice, cupping you face with her hands wiping your tears away. Hugging you and comforting you. Toying so easily with your emotions, you knew what she was doing but you couldn't stop getting attached to her.

After she comforts you and you stop crying, she'll finally kiss you, passionately and full of lust but just as you give in she pulls away and leaves the room.

After that night she isn't openly as mean to you, but she will say things that don't necessarily sound like insults, but they are.

She is closer to you know, randomly pulling you into empty rooms, and making out with you for a minute or two then leaving.

It goes on for a week or two before one night your in your room, about to sleep and she walks in, going towards your bed and getting on top of you, kissing you.

Your so absorbed in the kiss you didn't realize she brought a knife in the room with her, she she starts stripping your clothes off, you don't even try to argue both because you wanted this and because she wouldn't stop no matter what.

Once all your clothes are off she starts leaving hickeys all over your body, your neck, collarbone, chest, telling you after each one, "You mine now, aren't you." Making you answer yes each time, until she gets to your thigh.

Thats when you notice the knife after she starts carving her name into your thigh.

Obviously you yelp, crying in pain, begging her to stop as she is holding you down.

"It's okay baby, I'm almost done, red looks so pretty on you..." She coos, finishing carving her name and licking the blood off your thigh, you were embarrassed to say it turned you on.

She wiped your tears once again, find gauze or something for the cut. Then as a "reward" for being a good girl, she eats you out, over and over until you physically can't anymore, she stops, gives you a kiss on your forehead and lets you fall asleep on her chest.

Most nights go like that, if she gets jealous or sees you talking to someone she probably hires a hitman or something. She would even kill Veneer if you got to attached to him, she gets jealous of everyone.

And god save you if she finds out you have a partner or if you cheat on her, she would kill them in front of you, make you watch as the life slips out of their eyes, handcuffing you to a wall in an empty room, making you stay the night with your partners lifeless body, teaching you a lesson.

If it came down to it, she would kill you if you deny her, she believes that if she can't have you, no one can.

Velvet would say to you, "I'm the only one who could ever love someone like you." She makes you feel like shit, makes you so dependent on her that you are blind to the abuse and over obsessiveness.

But at the same time, she can tell when your about to break, and each time, right before you do, she builds up your confidence, just so you stay sane.

"Let me see that pretty smile of yours baby~" "Nothing could or would ever come between us, you're mine."

[star-quill]

so, okay, i saw ur post about wanting to write some owen stuff and im totally here for it so i was thinking-

owen asks reader out on a date, and it goes great and they back to his place and the reader tells him that shes actually not that experienced and he just guides her through it-🫦🫦

I LOVE UR BLOG SO MUCH LIKE THANK U FOR EVERYTHING U DO FOR US I LOVE U🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

me when this is my whole brand !!!!!!!!!

(also mwah mwah ty i cant believe writing has made me so happy again 🥺🫶)

(kinda setting this during jw1 btw)

you honestly don't know why you said yes to the date with owen, he's probably only doing this to get into your pants. which a small part of you wouldn't actually mind, but you don't want to just be another girl in a long line of the ones he's slept with "just because". you know his reputation but neither of your friends have been out with him, so maybe it's slightly to brag about him having asked you instead of them.

there wasn't many options for date night on the island but you were just happy to be with him no matter what. he ended up taking you back to his place, starting a fire and cooking over the heat. it felt very him, he was totally in his element right now. and the food was delicious.

the sun was setting and watching it through the trees with him was so much better than you could ever imagine. and he was so much more charming than normal, his words laced with flirty undertones. you were having so much fun with him, you didn't want the night to end. then he nudged you off him and he stood up, holding his hand out for you to take. the fire had died down and he led you inside his bungalow. he left you standing in the middle of the joint bedroom/front room while he went over to the speaker on his coffee table. he pressed play and came back to you.

"may i have this dance?"

"of course.."

he was absolutely laying it on thick with you, but to be fair, you were letting him in so easily. he slow danced with you for a few songs, his eyes never leaving yours as he sang along to whatever was playing out the speakers. you stop moving for a second and he stumbles slightly when you stop, but still asks you if you're ok when he regains his balance. you don't say anything, you just lean up to kiss him and his hands immediately cup your face, pulling you upwards even more. considering his front room had his bed in it, you didn't have far to go before you felt the back of your knees hit his mattress. you broke the kiss only to lay down before he knelt down on the bed and hovered over you, searching for a sign in your eyes to kiss you again.

"i've uhm.. never really.. done this part.."

"you never fucked anyone?"

you shook your head. he just smirked.

"'s ok, baby.. i'll guide you through it.. you got nothin' to worry about.. ok?"

you nodded this time and he gave you a soft peck on your cheek. he adjusted your body a little, letting you wiggle out of your pants before he let your legs drape over his thighs. you immediately shoved your shirt off, discarding it on the floor near your pants. he brushed some stray hairs out of your face and noticed your eyes, looking at him hesitantly.

"you ok? need you to stay with me, ok?"

you nodded.

"need you to tell me.."

"i'm with you.."

"good girl.. any point you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, ok?"

you nodded again and he leaned down to kiss you again. he was treating you so good, maybe a little too good. you suddenly feel a little afraid you'll get attached and he won't, remembering his reputation. but then he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone and you forget all about that. his only intention right now was getting you off and making sure you felt good. and that you did.

you felt good when his mouth was all over you, leaving little marks on your neck and on the inside of your thighs. you felt good when he had his head between your legs, his tongue going deeper whenever you whimpered and tugged on the tufts of hair at the nape of his neck. you felt good when he kissed your neck afterwards, asking if you were still ok, still with him. you hadn't even noticed he'd undone his zipper until his dick was nudging against your thigh when he kissed your neck. then you really felt all of him, how big he was and you whimpered.

"you ok?"

"s'not gonna fit.."

"that's why i'm guiding you here.. we gotta work you up to make it fit.. i got you, ok?"

he took it slow, whispering sweet praises in your ear while he adjusted himself, the head of his dick already inside you.

"don't focus on anything except for how good it feels, ok?"

"mmhm.."

"good girl.."

he could call you that a million times over and you'd melt every time. he only got halfway inside you before your hands flew to his wrists, whining and squeezing your eyes shut.

"hey.. hey.. s'ok.. i got you.. just breathe.."

you exhaled, writhing against him and digging your head back into his pillows.

"gonna push deeper, ok? you ok?"

you nodded, feeling him slide deeper until his hips met the back of your thighs. he moved his arms to beside your head, leaning down to kiss you. your hands wrapped around his forearms, moving up to tug on the sleeves of his shirt. he got the message and leaned back, tugging it off and discarding it on the floor. his hands went back to beside your head and he leaned down once again to kiss you. he slowly dragged his hips back, then pushed back towards you, rocking into you slowly.

"you doing good? feeling good?"

"mmhm.."

"use your words, honey.."

"feels.. oh.. feels so good.. i feel.. mmf.. feel so full.."

his hips were grinding against the backs of your thighs and you could feel all of him. you felt so stretched out but in a good way, making you see stars. you were so close already, and you whined out.

"you ok?"

"so.. mmf.. so close.."

"let go, baby.. it's ok.."

you've touched yourself countless times before, had sex a few times too, but nothing compared to this. your whole body shuddered when you came, your hands gripping onto his forearms again. your legs writhed against his sides and he just laid a hand on your stomach, rubbing his thumb gently over your skin. he continued rocking into you, gently helping you through your orgasm. he wasn't far behind you and he pulled out just before, letting out his release onto your stomach. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your jaw and neck.

"was i good?"

"so good.. wanna do it all over again.."

that one time became a few more times. he had you in different positions every time, showing you more, teaching you more. and he took care of you every time. guiding you, checking in on you, telling you what he was going to do. his voice made your brain go fuzzy before he'd even touched you. he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing whenever he'd call you, you'd drop everything to be with him.

[live-laugh-lenney]

i’d honestly love a little something where like yn and the boys are on holiday (like in your recent post) and arthur and yn drunkenly hookup on like the second day and have to deal with the aftermath for the rest of the holiday 😭 but take your time ml, it’s okay if you don’t want to write it, just a suggestion. love your content and i hope your new job is treating you well <333

this was so rushed... and probably makes no sense... but there's something about arthur in holiday mode that really makes my insides go all fuzzy... hahaha. we'll definitely need to dwell more on this.

yn woke to the sound of crashing waves.

the first time, in years, that she hadn't been greeted with the rumble of the london underground or the passing cars of those going to work in the early hours of the morning. the first time, in months, where she had woken up on her own accord and not because her alarm clock was screeching at her to start her day. the first time, in days, where she woke up feeling relaxed and like she'd slept for weeks.

and it felt serene.

peaceful.

and it was also the first time she had woken up with an arm slung over her stomach and a heavy weight on her shoulder, warm breath flushing over her collarbone, as another body occupied the empty space beside her. and she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do in that situation because it wasn't her hotel room... not from the case that was pushed into the corner of the room and the array of male product on the dresser opposed to where her perfume was laid out upon hers.

all she could think about was the past 12 hours.

how it had started with a dinner in the small croatian town there were holidaying in, where she was wedged between chris and george for the majority of the time, sipping on cocktails as they tried to be, at least, a little bit sensible to start their trip away. how it didn't last long after they ended up in a small bar in the marina that kept them there until the early hours of the morning with beers in their hands, music loud in the quiet streets, dancing around with people that they had never met before in their lives. how she remembered stumbling back to their hotel with arthur, no clue as to where arthur hill nor george nor chris had ended up, with a desperate urge to go upstairs.

she couldn't have been that drunk. not if she could remember almost every moment that happened from the second they stepped foot in arthur's hotel room... how they shared drunken kisses as they made their way to his room, how his lips attached to her neck hastily once they were in the comfort of his hotel room, how her hands roamed his entire body, how he was hungry to feel her and how she was desperate for the pleasure he was bursting to give her, how he would have devoured her in any place that was comfortable and to hand.

the morning breeze blew the curtains of the hotel room gently from the small gap of the open balcony door and she could feel it cool her warm, exposed skin in a way that made her feel content; the heat of the croatian air was hot and any form of wind was gladly welcomed into any room she was in, anything to make her feel less suffocated from the atmosphere.

"hi."

"hi."

she drinks in his appearance as he laid beside her; how his cheeks were a little sun-kissed and how his nose was a little red from how he had caught the sunshine since their arrival two days ago, how his eyes were still clouded over and misty and how the lids of his eyes were still heavy with sleep. her eyes trailing down the length of his body... how his chest was exposed to the heat of the room, where the thin sheet started to cover up his modesty and covering him from his hips down, one leg stretched out with foot poking out at the end of the bed and one leg bent and she could feel his knee touching her own.

"when you've finished staring-"

"fuck off," she mumbles lowly, her cheeks turning a deepening pink-ish colour from being caught in her daze, her eyes darting away from the outline of his chiselled abdomen and up to the plain white ceiling, silently hoping the ground would swallow her up, "i'm sorry?"

"i'm not accepting that apology," he laughs softly and her face twists into a look of embarrassment and it wasn't long before her hands came from beneath the covers to hide her face away from his vision, "you can look at me, you know?"

"shut up," she grumbles and it comes out muffled, but he knows what she said, "you're making me feel awkward."

the room falls silent and, to keep herself calm, she zoned in on the sound of the waves in the distance as they crashed against the sand at its shoreline. she could feel his eyes on her, and she could feel the way his body moved on the bed as moved to lay on his side to look at her comfortably, and she knew she was being silly... heck, she wasn't so shy the night before as she took the clothes off his body and let him do the exact same to her.

"i didn't mean to," he says softly and he brought a hand up to wrap around her wrist in an effort to coax her hands from her face, "come on, show me that pretty face."

"stop it," she drops her hands and continues to stare at the ceiling above her, trying to ignore the gaze he had upon her, burning a hole into her cheek, "i'm sunburnt, arthur, so it's not pretty to look at."

"rubbish."

"i'll start peeling soon from how bad it is," she warns him and he rolls his eyes at just how dramatic she was being and, in that moment, she rolls onto her side to face him, "i'm serious. that's never pretty."

"you'll aways be pretty to me," he says and she can't stop the corners of her mouth from pointing upwards, a shy smile stretching across her lips and she makes eye contact with him, "that's better. i feel like today is gon'a be a good day now i've seen you properly."

"god, you are sickening," she laughs softly, "you have such a way with words yet you're still single. how does that work out?"

"the right girl just hasn't come along yet," he admits, .

"must be all the one night stands you have, you stud," she jokes and he frowns softly, eyebrows furrowing on his browline and his vision deters from her face and to the balcony doors behind her, "that was just a joke, arthur."

worry courses through her veins and he smiles softly, shaking his head, looking back at her and he can see a visible outtake of breath that she had seemingly held until she had valid proof he wasn't fully upset with her.

"shall we get dressed? go down for breakfast? see if the others turn up with major hangovers?" arthur suggests, a change of the subject that made yn feel guilt settle low in her belly, yet she nods to forget what she'd said, hoping he wouldn't dwell on her words, "where do you reckon the guys ended up?"

"i don't know," she responds, "as long as neither of them are face down in the marina itself. or laying dead in a ditch."

"all three of them?"

"it's arthur, george and chris. they're chaotic when they're together so who knows what happened after we left them last night," yn laughs softly, watching arthur as he sat on the edge of the bed and let his eyes wander across the floor to see where his boxers had ended up from the night before, "i'm going to head back to my room. have a shower and get dressed for the pool."

"don't fancy coming out with us to have a wander?"

she shakes her head and leans up on her elbows.

"i'll let you boys have some 'boy time' today," she insists and moves herself to copy his stance, sitting on the edge of the bed and using her foot to drag her clothes across the floor, "i'll see you for dinner though. i just fancy doing a bit of sunbathing, a bit of reading and a bit of daytime drinking."

"be safe, won't you?"

"always," she smiles, sliding her t-shirt over her head before picking up her shorts and standing to her feet, sliding the denim up her legs and buttoning the button at her waist, "give me a text when you're ready for breakfast, yeah? i'll come down and meet you."

he nods and looks at her.

"see you in an hour?"

"see you in an hour." xx

[dorabledewdroop]

Chapter 11

Just a fluffy chapter with slight angst towards the end.

Everyone is getting along because unnecessary conflict is stupid.

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks and death.

Series Masterlist

X--X--X--X--X

You opened your eyes, trying to figure out why you felt so goddamn warm. 

Your questions were answered when you felt a hand on your breast; the body attached to it was pretty much glued to your back. 

Additionally, a pair of legs were intertwined with yours, and an arm was draped across your bare torso.

It had been a few months since they saw you naked for the first time, yet neither had made a move on you.

They repeatedly reassured you with kisses that it wasn’t because they found you unattractive or anything like that.

They merely stated they wanted to wait until you were desperate enough to beg them, a challenge you graciously accepted.

The problem was that you were the only one whose needs weren’t being met, and you were gradually nearing your limit.

They seemed to have stopped providing you with any form of sexual contact; open-mouth kisses seemed to stop before your collarbones. 

You thought your body was accustomed to not receiving any form of direct contact from your partners, but feeling safe around them was now backfiring as your needs were returning in full force.

Your breath hitched when Wanda shifted slightly; her thigh pushed up against your bare pussy.

All you needed to do was shift your body slightly, and maybe, just maybe, you could experience the pleasure you’d been denied these past few months.

You mentally cheered when neither woke up while you… adjusted yourself.

You were grateful to Wanda for insisting that you all sleep void of any clothes.

You attempted to gyrate your hips, groaning inwardly when you realised you weren’t close enough to her thigh to get some friction.

You were about to shift closer but froze when you felt the hand on your breast tighten.

You let out a slight wince as her nails dug into your skin.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” Natasha whispered menacingly in your ear.

You audibly gulped, letting out a slow breath to calm your erratic heart.

“I- uh- I’m just getting comfortable, babe..” You whispered nervously.

“Is that so? Cause it seemed an awful lot like you wanted to use my thigh, babe.”

Your eyes snapped to Wanda’s glowing ones.

You attempted a weak smile, which was not reciprocated in the slightest.

You noticed that Wanda made no effort to move her thigh, almost as though she was testing your resolve. 

Natasha’s nails that were digging into your breast were starting to hurt; you appreciated that her nails weren’t anywhere near your areola so as not to cause you actual pain.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you squeaked.

At that, Natasha let go of your poor, abused titty and moved her arm to your torso.

“You feeling needy, detka?” Nat rasped in your ear, her accent incredibly prominent.

You simply shook your head, attempting to hide the quake in your voice.

You forgot the fact that you were in a relationship with a mind reader, one to whom you had given free access into your mind, and the world’s best spy, who was pretty much a mind reader in her own right.

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest at the sight of Wanda’s raised eyebrow.

“Let’s play a game, draga”, Wanda suggested lowly,

“I’m going use my fingers to check if you’re wet or not. If you aren’t, like you claim to be, then Natty and I will finally make you cum. However, if you are, then she is going to suplex you off this bed, and you won’t be allowed to return until after a freezing shower.”

She didn’t even wait for your reply, her hand slowly trailing down your belly to your abdomen.

At that moment, Nat decided to nibble on your earlobe, causing you to let out a poorly hidden groan.

To nobody’s surprise, you were wet enough to need a full-sized towel.

All it took was a shake of Wanda’s head, and you felt yourself being lifted and practically thrown off the bed.

By some miracle (the miracle being your super-spy girlfriend), you didn’t hit your head while being flipped but rather landed gently on your knees.

You stood and glared at your partners, who thought it would be fun to make out in front of you.

Grumbling, you marched into the shower and switched the water to the coldest possible setting.

X—X—X—X—X

“Look, I know the lullaby works cause of your school-girl crush on Nat, but if I were able to do it, then there would be no danger to anybody,” you explained to Bruce.

The team had realised early on that you had an incredibly unique perspective on things, given that you had no formal higher education and your brain simply functioned differently.

Hence, Tony and Bruce loved discussing scientific theories with you, as you gave them a perspective they hadn’t considered before.

While you were off pretty much 50% of the time, the other half was fun for all parties involved.

This led you to your current conversation with Bruce, or as you had labelled it, “Brucie’s Breakfast Brainstorming”.

“First off, ex-crush, please. Wanda might hear you, and I have no desire to be thrown into the pool again. Second, I would still be a danger to you. I mean, what if the big guy punched a hole through your chest, or ripped you into two?” Bruce protested.

You merely waved away the thought, “That’s nothing new, Brucie.”

You ignored Bruce’s concerned look as you inhaled your second slice of Nutella toast.

You paused mid-bite and grinned widely.

“Hi, Wands, I missed you,” You exclaimed without looking around.

You heard her chuckle and saw Bruce look around to see if you saw her reflection.

“How’d you know it was me, detka?” She asked, grabbing the slice from your hand and sitting on the pedestal she had brought with her magic.

You simply shrugged, “I could just feel you,”

That answer seemed to please and satisfy Wanda. She pulled her chair closer to you so your bodies touched.

Even after being in a relationship with Wanda and Natasha for so long, the physical contact still made you feel warm and giddy.

“So what’s today’s Brucie’s Breakfast Brainstorm about?” She asked as she slung her arm around your shoulder, alternating between eating the slice of toast herself and feeding you. Her magic was already putting more bread into the toaster.

Bruce groaned, “Please don’t call it that; it’s just a conversation between teammates.”

You smiled as Wanda continued to tease Bruce about the name, amongst other things.

It had taken time and effort, but eventually, Wanda was able to overcome her dislike for the scientist while he worked on trusting the witch more.

It had taken a lot of time and effort, especially from you, but the entire team eventually trusted the Maximoff twins.

You were about to get up to get more toast, but when you glanced at your plate, there were already three more slices with a generous amount of Nutella on them.

You glanced at Wanda, who just winked and continued her conversation with Bruce as he filled her in on the conversation.

Just as Wanda was all caught up, you stood up to greet a certain billionaire who entered moments after.

He looked exhausted, his eyes slightly unfocused, his coffee mug empty, and his dark circles more prominent than they had been in a while.

You let out a sad smile when he briefly made eye contact with you.

Despite everyone going for mandatory therapy, you seemed to have become the team’s confidant.

Tony had told you about the current fight he had with Pepper when he took you shopping for whatever you needed.

You knew he was plagued by nightmares, his anxiety at an all-time high.

You took a step forward and gently hugged him, kissing his cheek.

His eyes briefly glowed white, his fatigue gone, and his dark circles had vanished.

He blinked around at the sudden burst of energy and alertness.

He looked at you with a grateful smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared; he did have a reputation to uphold, after all.

Filled with newfound energy, he convinced Bruce and Wanda to sit on the sofa so more people could participate in the discussion.

You smiled at the scene and proceeded to wash the dishes, cleaning out the coffee grounds Natasha had put in the sink.

You knew she did it specifically to annoy Tony but were worried that it might backfire someday.

You were in the process of cleaning the mug Tony had been carrying when it hit you.

Your body froze, and the burning sensation was increasing. You had started to hear the screams.

Unbeknownst to you, the mug you were holding had slipped from your grasp and shattered.

All heads turned to the sound only to find you hyperventilating with a far-away look in your eyes, your expression filled with pain and horror.

Wanda immediately shot up but was too late as you had already run out of the room.

She followed you only to find you underneath the shower in your room. She instinctively knew that your body was overheating and that you needed to cool off.

She sat beside you as you continued to tremble and shake, occasionally letting out a whimper or sob.

As much as Wanda wanted to enter your mind, you had made her promise not to do so when these so-called episodes occurred.

Natasha barged into the bathroom and joined your other side, gently stroking your knuckles.

You had previously informed them about these episodes and their roles during it; their job was to make sure you came back safely.

Eventually, the feeling passed, and the light was slowly returning to your eyes.

They helped you stand up, change, and head to bed. 

The three of you cuddled in silence for a few minutes.

Before they could inquire about it further, you looked at the door just before they heard a knock.

Wanda used her magic to open the door to find Steve in his “casual” clothes.

“I know this isn’t the best time, but we have an urgent mission. Rumlow has surfaced, and we know of his next target,” Steve began.

“We leave tomorrow at 0600 hours.”

“Where’s the destination?” Nat inquired

“La-“

“Lagos”, you interrupted.

“We have to go to Lagos. Or else a lot of people will die,” you stated solemnly.

X—X—X—X—X

tags: @marvelwomen-simp @nothanksbye07 @jono723 @luadyjcmd @alexawynters @falloutboy-lover

[inkdrinkerworld]

I really think that your Aaron with lactation kink is soft aaron too 🥹 it's just that, he just needs you and your comfort and it's just you being his safe space 🥹🥹🥹🥹 (bonus point, it's hot)

yes yes 100000%!!! you’ve inspired a thought nonnie!!

you can feel the stress weighing on your husband as you poke your head into his home office with a cup of tea and a slice of a lemon loaf.

“aaron,” he looks up at the sound of your voice and the stress shifts just a little- from his eyebrows to his shoulders.

“take a break?” you set both things down in a corner of the table not covered in his papers.

“y’know you’re not supposed to read any of this.” he says, flipping the manila folders shut and pushing back his chair to accommodate you.

“i’m not?” your faux surprise has him taking a deep breath and when you swing your legs over his lap he takes another one.

“the tea will help with your frustration.” you say encouragingly, combing back his short hair.

aaron shakes his head and pushes his nose along your collarbone and neck. his hands hold onto the fat of your thighs as he breathes in your scent.

“did she give any trouble going down for the nap?” he means your daughter who despite every sensible bone in her body, hated nap time.

then again, she’s only six months.

“no, i don’t know if it was because i had lavender tea before feeding her, but she went down so easily.” you’re really not entirely sure if that would have even helped but you’re taking the win anyway.

“yeah?” aaron isn’t as inconspicuous as he thinks he is as he tugs the front of your vest down under your nursing bra.

you click the strap off to help him and while his ears do go a little red, he hums appreciatively.

“you have like twenty minutes.” you’d both been trying to stick to a schedule for your milk production and right now you were overproducing which wasn’t entirely bad.

“thank you baby,” he kisses your lips before attaching them to your nipple, sighing when the first drop of milk touches his tongue.

aaron gets greedy fast, hand massaging the underside of your breast to encourage a bigger let down. “greedy,” you tease, breaking off piece of the lemon loaf.

by the time he’s done, his tea is cold and your nipples are sensitive. aaron reattaches the straps to your bra and fixes your vest before kissing your lips.

“thank you,” he’s a little milk drunk, glassy eyes and slurred speech. “wanna take a nap?”

you’d laugh if he didn’t genuinely look tired. “let me make a snack first, i’m hungry now.”

[archiveikemen]

'Doting Love Holic' Collection Event

William Rex

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Roger: That’s unfortunate, the young lady lost.

Kate: Ugh…

Alfons: You need more practice with poker, Kate.

I sighed in exasperation with poker cards in hand.

Roger and Alfons invited me to play poker with them after dinner, and I lost three rounds consecutively.

Kate: I’m just unlucky… next time I’ll…

Alfons: Fufu, you don’t need luck for poker.

Alfons: Once you reach the point in the game where your win or loss is to be decided, as long as you have a strong enough attitude that makes your opponent feel hopeless, you’ll win.

William: What was the bet?

Kate: Will…!

I instinctively straightened my back when I heard the voice that would always make my body temperature rise, and saw my lover standing there dressed in a casual shirt.

Kate: … Did you bathe?

William: Yeah. … Fufu, this is a bad hand of cards.

William: At times like this, you must know whether it’s a win or loss.

Will rested his hand on my chair and looked over my shoulder at the cards in my hand.

Kate: …

The faint smell of Will’s skin tickled my nose, making my heart race.

(Will fresh out of the bath… not good for my heart.)

Roger: Unfortunately, we didn’t bet on anything.

William: Hmm, that’s rare. Playing a game without a prize.

A drop of water fell from the edge of Will’s silver hair onto his neck and trickled down onto his collarbone.

As if invited to, my gaze couldn't help but follow the droplet…

Alfons: That’s a very perverted gaze, Kate.

Kate: Huh?

William: Hm?

The moment my eyes met Will’s, the tips of my ears instantly turned hot.

(I- I…)

(W- Was it so obvious that even the people around me noticed…!?)

I was embarrassed to the core, hurriedly shaking my head in denial.

Kate: Absolutely not, I certainly did not have such a look in my eyes…!

Thanks to being led on by Alfons’, the strange excuse I blurted out made my face turn even redder and hotter.

William: Hmm? 😏

Will placed his hand on the backrest of my chair and narrowed his eyes cheekily.

William: I don’t mind you looking at me with an obscene gaze.

Kate: Huh…

William: Am I mistaken? That’s too bad.

My mind turned blank.

My face was getting hotter and hotter, but I couldn't say a word.

Will gazed lovingly at me as I was at a loss for words, and then smiled.

William: … Actually, I think that what my little robin needs to learn more is how to keep a poker face.

William: So that she won’t show this lovely facial expression on the outside.

Kate: Nn…?

When I snapped back to my senses, my lips were stolen in a kiss.

Before I could even feel surprised, his tongue slipped into my mouth and our tongues tangled together.

Alfons: My, my.

Roger: You’re showing off.

(Doing this in front of the two of them…)

I hurriedly tried to pull away, but my face was caught between two hands.

(Will…?)

Kate: Nn… mmph…

The forceful yet sweet enough to make me drown in pleasure kiss threw my emotions into disarray.

(Why is he doing this…)

(... Could it be—)

A few days ago, Will and I watched a play together.

In order to prevent his lover from attracting other men, one of the characters drowned her in endless love.

And it led to an intense and passionate scene.

At that moment, really, at only that very moment… I thought about what if Will did that to me—

That thought caused a sweet aching in my heart.

(Back then… did he notice…?)

Will’s eyes opened slightly, as if he had heard what was in my mind. And he smiled bewitchingly as our lips met again.

Kate: Nn… nn…

(This is so embarrassing, I’m going crazy.)

(Still…)

(... What should I do… I’m so happy.)

His sweet kiss and gaze gradually melted away all the rationality left in me.

Will eventually let go of me and slowly traced my lips with his thumb.

Kate: … Haa…

A sweet sigh escaped my lips, and my shame returned.

(Oh no, I… I got too absorbed in the kiss—)

My face was so hot that I couldn't bring myself to look up, I didn't want to see the looks on Alfons and Roger’s faces at all.

William: Pardon my interruption in the middle of your game.

William: While I’m interrupting, can I steal her away?

Alfons: … I have yet to reach the level of foolishness that I’d say no after witnessing such a loving gesture between the two of you.

Roger: I fold (surrender) too.

William: That’s wonderful. Let’s go, Kate.

…

Kate: Will…

William: … Hm?

I was full of lust for Will, even the people around me could see that.

My body melted and turned limp under his caresses.

Kate: That kiss just now… was it for my sake?

I asked in between ragged breaths, and Will remained silent like he was in no rush to answer.

He patted my head affectionately and slowly answered.

William: … That’s right. It was half to satisfy your desires.

(Half…)

(The ones kissing were Will and myself.)

(If it was half for me, then the other half is for—)

My heart ached with anticipation at the thought of getting something “special”.

Kate: And the other half…?

Will narrowed his eyes, seemingly having seen through my anticipation, and spoke slowly.

William: … You’re irresistibly attractive when you're absorbed in a game, and when your emotions change between being happy and upset.

William: That itself is could be a prize for a game.

Kate: Nn…

My head went numb when he teasingly traced his fingers across my body, testing the waters.

William: Therefore… I made a move in order to prevent them from being attracted to you.

William: Just keeping things in control a little.

(...)

It wasn't only to satisfy my desires.

The kiss also contained Will’s desires.

That was enough to suffocate me with happiness.

Kate: … I’m so happy, Will.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

Like a reward, Will touched my sensitive spot with his impatient fingers.

Kate: Ahh, Will…

William: … Mm, also

Wiliam: I loved the way you lusted over me.

William: I only wanted to kiss you.

His words were sweeter than honey.

He planted kisses on my cheek, temple, and ear.

My head was overflowing with so much happiness, it felt like I was drunk on it.

Kate: Will… I…

William: … Hm?

Kate: If it’ll make you kiss me like that…

Kate: I think it's fine even if I never learn how to maintain a poker face…

William: … (surprised)

William: … Pfft, ahaha!

I muttered while feeling lightheaded from the amount of bliss I felt, and Will burst into laughter…

William: I also love how you look when you're following your desires.

He once again pressed his shapely lips against mine in a deep kiss.

This time, the kiss was not meant for anyone else to see—

It was filled with an addictive love.

[amphitriteswife]

Oceanus oc info

Personal post

lore: still needs to be updated

Oceanus is the Titan of the waters, his status is often compared to Poseidon’s, which is true in a way but he was the ruler before him. He is married to Tethys, another Titan of the sea. Together they have 3000 daughters called the Oceanids, and sons called the Potamoi, the numbers for them is unknown. He did not participate in the Titanomachy and remained neutral, even after Zeus became the new ruler of the heavens. however, he did not share the same reaction with Poseidon. Because Oceanus is a titan, he can call and create bodies of water, even being able to grow to big forms.

- Their most known daughter is Amphitrite, who’s currently the wife of Poseidon and has taken over the roll from her mother Tethys.

- another daughter who is known is Leuce, the sister of Amphitrite who was once a lover of Hades, after her death she was transformed into a white polar.

design:

Oceanus has pale skin, blue eyes with black sclera and black hair with blue eyes. His pale skin is considered special, mainly because most of the sea inhabitants either have colors as their race or dark skin from his wife Tethys. The reason Oceanus has pale skin is because it’s see-trough. so if one was to shine a light behind him, you could see his skeleton and organs, but that only happens if he’s out of the sea and has the light of the sun on his body, many mistake it as him ‘weakening’ which is again not true and just a rumor.

The reason as to why he has black sclera’s is still unknown, some think he tattooed both of his eyes to intimidate others with his glowing blue eyes as contrast, which is still a rumor. some think it’s because of an accident with oil slipping into the depths of the sea. in order to stop it from being spread further, Oceanus took on a bigger form and let the oil be soaked into his eyes and hair, preventing it from polutting the sea. He can still see as fine as he did before, with still having immense capability of seeing underwater, even in the darkest depths of the sea. His hair was originally blue, but because of the oil it turned black, but not all of it hence the blue ends. Overtime Oceanus wasn’t opposed to having hair like this and actually came to like it.

Unlike most characters, Oceanus doesn’t have colored lips. This is because he is not youthful anymore and doesn’t has the time or energy to do it, You can see this as a sign that he’s neglecting his appearance a little and only does the bare minimum. During his youth he often had light blue colored lips or a darker brown shade. He isn’t bad looking now, just older yet attractive. So a dilf I guess you can say.

For his clothes it’s simple and old fashioned unlike his wife Tethys, He wears a cloth around his waist that goes from right to left and for the rest only ever wears jewelry like chains or necklaces.To the opposite of the cloth are chains that go from left to right He does have pearls in his hair on rare occasions or golden accents, only of he has to. He has quite the tall complex {around 210 cm tall} and a rather muscular body. he is not lean like Poseidon but actually...wide? in a way. The cloth around his waist is a rather teal color and has thin golden chains attached to them going in the same direction of the wrinkles in the cloth. On the right side of his body there is a slit in the cloth, held together by a dark faded purple starfish, under the starfish are also 3 chains the help the cloth stay together. around his neck Oceanus has 1 jewel on each side, each having exactly 3 chains on each side going from the neck to rather the collarbone.

On Oceanus’ left shoulder is his skin a rather light blue color with scales. this is to show that apart from his ‘godly’ and bigger form he also has another form what causes his to turn blue ith scales and sharp teeth and big eyes with no irises. This form is usually associated with Sirens who have shown their true form, this is because Tethys represents the beauty yet cruel side shown in her personality. While Oceanus is scary yet cold and gentle when he wants to be. The scales and blue skin are also present on the tips of his ears. despite not being a nymph he does have sea nymph ears, they’re pointy and way bigger than a human’s ear.

Oceanus also has a Tattoo on the right shoulder of his body, the text written in greek, even though he is Atlantean himself. meaning he is from the realm of Atlantis, and actually lived there until Poseidon became it’s new ruler. The text on his shoulder is ‘Τηθύς’ in old greek, the tekst is the name of his wife Tethys. But during the time he got the tattoo he was still engaged to Tethys.

Personality:

Oceanus is described to be a wise and stricht man, yet has his softer and emotional side for his family. He isn’t on bad terms with the gods and actually had good relationships with other pantheons, he doesn’t have much opinions and even when he does he keeps it to himself. Despite his stand off-ish, cold and stoic nature he is also a romantic, shown to when he interacts with tethys. He is also shown to be the more empathetic and favorite parent among his children for letting them get away with almost everything.

during his younger years the had a more reckless and rude personality, showed respect to elders and those he seemed fit, during that time he also spent a lot of time getting in trouble, but making allies in the process which resulted in him making 3 other families having close ties, one being Tethys, his wife. each duke has sworn loyalty to the royal family of Oceanus, resulthing in the dukedoms not accepting Poseidon as ruler until it’s a royal member that marries into the family

Oceanus isn’t a participant in Rangnarok, nor watched the most of the fights except Poseidon and Susanoo’s. He instead ruled the ocean in absent of Poseidon. He thinks it’s unnecessary to hold one as many of the humans already forgot about their existence and doesn’t think of them as gods and a religion but as mythology and folk lore for shits n giggles. He also thinks despite the bad things human do, they also have done a lot good in the world and invented great things. During Poseidon’s fight he already noticed how Poseidon wasn’t taking his opponent serious at all and toyed with him with a non chalant attitude. This resulted in Oceanus being slightly irritated with his son-in-law as he already knew that it would be a critical point. Further more could Oceanus already tell that Kojiro wasn’t someone to be taken lightly as Oceanus has recognition for great warriors and already recognized sasaki.

Relationships:

Oceanus and Tethys an Tethy

Oceanus has a very romantic, passionate and over all positive relationship with his wife. Most inhabitants joke that Oceanus and Tethys are still in their honeymoon phase. However the couple did have some arguments here and there, most of them were talked out and they found their straight line with each other. Except for one argument they still disagree on till this day: The marriage of Poseidon and their Daughter Amphitrite. Despite that, it is save to say that Oceanus and Tethys have a parraelled relationship compared to Amphitrite and Poseidon. Oceanus and Tethys’ marriage is based on love, devotion and loyalty out of the heart and healthy while Poseidon and Amphitrite’s marriage is rather toxic and based on lust, status and loyalty out of duty and morals. Oceanus shares a past with tethys, falling in love with her when they got to know each other during duties.

Oceanus and his kids

Oceanus is known to be a girls dad, having a soft spot for his daughters yet also being overprotective towards them. Because of his kids he changed as a person, being less reckless and he let go of his rude personailty, instead having a more stoic and open mind set. He dearly loves his children and is very devastated by their deaths, during those times he spents his time alone trying to regain his composure and collecr his feelings. He is shown to always make a body of water resembling their children from their infant state to the ste they perished, always hugging them and telling them how sorry he is for not protecting them. this is why he grew to dislike most of the Greek gods over time yet keeps his mouhth shut to prevent putting his family in danger. Resulting in him only speaking when he sees fit.

Oceanus and Amphitrite an Amphitrit

Oceanus doesn’t favor Amphitrite but noticed how Amphitrite was slowly pushed onto taking a older sister role. Oceanus noticed how things got harder for her, keeping up with her sisters, taking care of them while also trying to do her duties as the eldest child of Oceanus, making sure she is not neglecting her education and just overall trying please everyone. This really concerened him and as a last resort promised her that she will get his title, hoping he can make it up to her for all the pressure. But when he met with the Fates it was clear that Poseidon was supposed to be the ruler. Oceanus knew he can’t oppose the fates as that is the reality and tried to find a way to keep his promise yet make sure he didn’t change the prophecy. This resulted in him arranging a marriage with Poseidon, meeting him before Amphitrite to see if he was a great man. On the marriage day itself Oceanus lost his composure and even offered Amphitrite to cover and run away if that’s what she wants despite putting everyone in danger, Amphitrite noticed this and reassured him that she would be fine.

Oceanus and Poseidon an Peido

Oceanus and Poseidon have a civil relationship. Oceanus was the one to come to Poseidon and offer the marriage proposal. He used sensitive and degrading manners to do so, telling Poseidon that he has no connection to the sea and bringing up the fact that the Inhabitants and dukedoms won’t accept or acknowledge him as the new ruler. After pointing out the flaws, Oceanus offered Poseidon to marry Amphitrite as she was well loved by the inhabitants and was the best fit for him, half because she was the only daughter that could handle someone like Poseidon but mainly to keep his promise. Poseidon and Oceanus only ever saw each other when necessary, Oceanus even took on a mentor like roll for Poseidon helping him with sea duties and not judging him unlike Tethys. During their first meeting they were actually surprisingly chill.

Trivia: still need to be updated

[unknownperson246]

baeee can u do a fic w vince neil x reader where they r like best friends but he ends up falling for her <33 smut & fluff

Hiiii sorry it took so long but here it is!!! Enjoy 💋💋

Dinner Fun

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warnings: *smut* *fluff* *p in v* *dirty talk* *sex in a rush* *a bit of degradation*

Vince is staring at you with fondness in his eyes. He appreciates you being there and taking care of him after he left Motley Crue in 1992. It was a hard decision for him to make because he loved Nikki, Mick, and Tommy. He felt cherished and loved by you especially after you guys were just friends you guys did it one day and it felt amazing. One day you step outside of your house. You see Vince in his convertible. Vince steps out of his car and hands you a bouquet of white and red roses as a thank-you gift for taking care of him when he needed it the most.

“Hi Y/N I just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for me after the Motley fiasco”. 

The bouquet of red and white roses has a note attached.

“Hi Y/N I was wondering if you would want to go out on a date maybe sometime?” Vince asks on the note.

“Yes! Vince I would love to know what time you were thinking?” you ask excitedly. 

“Maybe around 6:00 pm this Tuesday at my place?” Vince asks y/n.

“That works great!” y/n says with a huge smile on her face she is blushing too.

*Tuesday arrives*

Earlier on Tuesday afternoon around 2:00, Vince is excited and he sets everything up. He puts unlit red candles on his fancy white dining table underneath the fancy diamond chandelier. He panics as he has no idea what to make for y/n and himself.

“What would y/n like?” Vince asks himself neurotically.

“Oh, I got it! She likes chicken. Maybe I can make us chicken parmesan with pasta and a glass of white wine.” he says excitedly. 

He quickly finishes preparing for dinner. He makes all the food around 5:30 and you arrive by 5:50.The doorbell goes off and Vince quickly makes his way to his front door.

“Hey Vince,” you say as you smile at him softly.

“Hi Y/N,” Vince says softly.

Vince immediately lets his arm out to your hand gently pulling you inside his massive mansion. It was huge. You had seen it before but it looked more amazing today as it was your first date with Vince. Vince offers you a beverage.

“Y/N what would you like to drink?” he asks.

“Do you have white wine or red wine?” you ask. 

He says he has both and pulls out both of your options in front of you. 

“Can I have red wine please?” You ask Vince softly.

“Sure, you can even have both if you want,” he says.

Now that you both have your beverages he pulls your chair out and he already has prepared both of your guy’s plates.

You seem tense and you have something on your mind and Vince does too but he is not sure if he wants to take that step because he is convinced you want to take it slow. He is accompanied by the thought of you wanting to take it nice and easy with him before you guys do it.

You guys want to do it so badly but you guys are nervous that one of you doesn't want to do it yet.

You guys take a few bites of your dinner and converse about what you guys want to do with your life now that Vince quit Motley Crue and now that you're in his life. You guys both can’t take it anymore you guys want to fuck each other so bad but you guys don't catch each other's hints. 

“Vince, I need to talk to you about something that has been on my mind for a long time. Remember when we did it last time ever since then I couldn't wait until we did it again. I need you Vince can we please” you wine to him?

Vince has been waiting eagerly for these words.

“I feel the same way darling lets head to my room upstairs and fuck till midnight,” he says excitedly.

You guys both abandon your plate of food on the dining table and you find your way upstairs to the bedroom. Neither of you guys wanted to waste time so he starts by kissing on your collarbone. He slips your dress off like he was desperate you were being risky when going over to his place for the date not sure if you guys were going to fuck you did have your underwear on. He starts to degrade you and starts to rub your clit when you had your underwear on. He could feel how wet you were.

“I see that you're wet for me my whore” he says in an alluring voice.

He unzips his pants and he does not waste time as he smacks his cock against your wet pussy that was throbbing for him. 

“Let me feel that tight pussy” he grunts

“It's all yours Vince” you moan as he says those sweet words.

He stops smacking his dick on your clit. He wants to tease you so he goes down to your pussy and he licks a stripe on your clit. He stops there and makes you more wet. He finally decides that it's enough and he flips you and your back is now facing him and he sticks the tip of his dick in your entrance. You want to cum just at that. He starts painfully slowly as he picks his pace up.

“Oh Vince” you moan loudly 

Your back starts to arch and he goes faster in your pussy. He goes faster and it's easy as he goes faster because it's slick from how wet your pussy was for him.

“Vince” you moan heavily.

Your pussy tightens around his dick.

  “cum for me my whore and ill cum for you”

You guys end up cumming together and he takes his final thrusts inside of you and he takes his cock out and says.

“Let's finish dinner princess”