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pastanest · 2 years

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A/N: you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @bakedcrispss - thanks so much!! ♡

a gif of Daryl looking down at us to set the mood ⤵️

Daryl x Short!Reader

- let’s start with how you met

- so Daryl was out on a hunt when he heard some commotion, something was moving fast towards him and just as he realised which direction the sound was coming from, you quite literally ran into him

- and when you ran into him, you bounced back and fell right on your ass, while Daryl just scowled down at you

- so there you were, staring up at him

- and then you stood up, and there you were, still staring up at him

“Sum’ followin’ you?” Daryl asked, glancing off in the direction you’d ran from.

“Only dead ones, but my knife broke so I had to run to get them off my trail. Sorry about running into you.” The apology was awkward, but Daryl just nodded.

- he considered correcting you, sarcastically saying he should be the one apologising since he was apparently in your way and knocked you over, but he thought it was too soon for a dig at your height

- Daryl waited a few seconds to see if he could hear any walkers coming after you, and when he couldnt, he skulked off

- much to his surprise, you followed him, and he found that he could barely hear you creeping up behind him because of your lack of height and therefore heavy steps

“So, what’s your name?” You asked, definitely taking Daryl by surprise, but he hid it well.

“Daryl.” He answered shortly. haha y’all see what I did there

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daryl! Im (Y/N). Do you have a group or a place to stay? ‘Cause if not, there’s logically a better chance of us surviving if we stick together.”

- he didnt want anyone following him, much less someone who didnt even see a man directly in front of them that they then ran into. he didnt even know if you could handle yourself. Daryl assumed that what you really meant was you were more likely to survive sticking with him because he’d save your ass

“Got a group an’ a place.” He said, hoping to throw you off, but he quickly realised his own mistake.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you, uh...maybe have room for one more?”

- have room? Daryl had to hold back a laugh, you could live comfortably in the average sized closet and you were asking if his group had room for you?? he, again, refrained from making such comments, and decided to stay professional

“How many walkers you killed?”

“Havent kept count, but some. I can usually sneak away from them, Im pretty good at getting into small hiding places.”

- Daryl looked down at you, struggling to tell whether you were insecure about your height and whether making jokes would be okay, or whether you would get insulted and sad and think your height a weakness

- in response, you rolled your eyes

“Daryl, do you really think I’ve gone my entire life blissfully unaware of being a short-ass? It’s not something I can change, so I work with what I’ve got, but sometimes I run into dudes and knock myself on my ass.”

- and much to Daryl’s absolute shock, that last part made him laugh

“That a regular hobby o’ yers?” He teased.

“Oh yeah, try to squeeze a collision in at least once a month.” You replied with a grin.

- and so your friendship was established

- when the two of you got back to the prison, you saw the people at the gate and in the guard tower and sighed because you knew from a distance they’d think Daryl had brought back a kid

- still, the small group that greeted you were welcoming enough. Maggie and Glenn were both very sweet, and as was Rick, but you’re certain you werent the only one to notice that his teenage son Carl was almost the same height as you

- you fit into the prison nicely, offering to help out wherever you could and getting to know as many people as possible. Daryl was fascinated by how easily you seemed to make friends, especially since you made friends with him in a matter of seconds

- Daryl was your favourite person to hang out with, you loved asking him questions and finding out things about him. he was far from the most open person when it came to talking about himself, but when you’d stroll over and sit on his bike, kicking your legs in the air because you couldnt reach the ground and giving him that damn smile, Daryl found it increasingly difficult to resist giving you anything and everything you wanted

- he definitely had a soft spot for you, and at first he hated that

- you’d wave at him when he was up in the guard tower and before he could even consider his own response, he would be waving back at you with a stupid smile on his face like some friendly dumbass

- one time Rick was coming up behind you and caught sight of the way Daryl waved at you, so Rick waved up at him to tease him and Daryl flipped him off

- once you’d earned the group’s trust, it was difficult for them not to notice how useful your lack of height could be in certain situations

- whenever one of the kids got a toy stuck in an inconveniently tight space, you would be the adult they summoned

- but equally, when the group found a decently large herd of walkers that they wanted to lead away from the prison, they looked to you as the first person to run by them and get to the other side of the herd, because you were the least likely to be spotted

“Naw, ‘s not happenin’.” Daryl shook his head, and Rick sighed.

“It’s the smartest play, you know it is.”

You nodded. “Yeah, and I’ve got no problem with it. At the start if this thing, all I did was run and hide, it’s what Im good at.”

- Daryl scoffed and stormed off, not even slightly onboard with you being the one in the most dangerous position of that whole thing. he knew it was the best option, but he would rather anybody else took that job and you stayed home. Daryl couldnt understand why he was so angry at the thought of you being in danger, but worst of all...when had he started referring to the prison as ‘home’?

- obviously, you ran after the big bad angry crossbowman, and soon enough you were walking at his side

“Why have you always gotta walk so fast?! Takes a lot for these little legs to keep up, y’know!”

- a small smile curled at the corner of Daryl’s mouth, and you nudged him playfully

“That’s better. Now, you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

- Daryl shrugged, having never been one to put his feelings into words without Merle calling him a pussy before he’d even opened his mouth, but you wouldnt do that to him, Daryl knew that, so he tried

“Jus’ don’...don’ want you t’ be in danger.” He managed, and your eyes softened as they stared up at him.

“Daryl, you’ll be on the other side of the street-“

He cut you off by shaking his head. “Ain’ enough. Sum’ could still happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

Daryl was quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, and he decided to test the water.

“Ain’ much t’ handle.”

- you were silent, and Daryl immediately regretted what he’d said. you stopped walking, and he turned to look at you, trying to piece together your reaction from how wide your eyes were

“Was that...a short joke?”

- Daryl could only nod, very quickly realising that this was neither the time nor the place to make a joke, the mood was completely off and he couldnt explain why he decided to do it if he tried

- but then, you burst out laughing

- once you’d calmed down, you explained to Daryl that you heard every short joke in existence throughout school, but once you became an adult the jokes died out, in the workplace it wasnt professional or whatever. but you missed the jokes even then, and when the world changed, there were even less of them. it had been years since anyone had made an actual joke about your height

- so, Daryl made it his mission to make playful jokes about it whenever he could after that

“Anyone seen (Y/N)?” He’d ask when you were standing right in front of him, he’d look over your head and pretend to look around for you until he couldnt resist glancing down at you and laughing.

“Rain’s eased up, gonna go out on a hunt, it’s hot out there now. But how’s the weather down there?” Of course, Daryl Dixon found a way to incorporate the classics.

“Best stay behin’ me, cant promise I wont think yer a mouse out there an’ shoot ya by mistake.” He teased whenever you walked next to him on a hunt.

“Daryl, I swear, I will spin your jaw if you dont shut up.” You’d say, and Daryl would smirk.

“If ya can reach.”

And you’d sigh. “Fine, I’ll just bite your ankles.”

“Sure ya can reach those?” Daryl would answer effortlessly, knowing he could continue forever.

“Daryl I SWEAR-“ You’d yell, and he’d burst out laughing.

- anytime anyone around you used the words “little”, “small”, “shorter”, Daryl found a way to spin it on you

“We should take this road, it’d be shorter-“ Rick began, and then he closed his eyes in a pained blink, waiting for what he knew was coming.

Daryl smirked, diverting his gaze from the map on the hood of the car and glancing down at you beside him.

“Shorter, huh. Remin’s me o’ someone.”

- anytime anyone asked anyone “what’s up” you could guarantee that from somewhere else in the prison, you would hear Daryl Dixon yell out “NOT (Y/N)!”

- secretly he found your lack of height to be very endearing, the way you looked up at him was adorable, the ease with which you could jump on his back at anytime for a piggyback ride without fatally wounding him, the fact that the cliché short-problem of having to ask someone else to reach stuff for you and Daryl usually being the closest person for you to ask. he loved it, and he made sure to remind you with a series of cute height-related petnames

“‘ey, mouse, c’mon, aint got all day.”

“Been lookin’ all over for you, li’l one, where ya been?”

“Listen, small person, ya better ease up on that tone with me.”

- later on when your relationship progressed, Daryl introduced the petname of “doll” cuz thinks you’re small and cute like a doll, but he only uses that petname in softer moments between you, like if you’re upset or he’s tired

- and he didnt see your height as a weakness either. once you’d joined him for a few hunts, Daryl could see that you really could handle yourself, you were a strong fighter, he had no doubts there. but he couldnt help worrying that you were just a little more fragile because of how small you were, it was a natural worry to have, all things considered, and you loved his protectiveness of you, so you definitely werent complaining

- the only problem with Daryl’s protectiveness was that it extended to him wanting to beat the shit out of anyone else who joked about your height

- Rick, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Glenn, Carol, Michonne- the entire core group as well as Tyereese because he’s a fkin unit, they were all allowed to make fun of your height, but anyone else who tried had a death wish

- sometimes new arrivals would be stupid enough to voice their opinions on you being inferior and incapable because of your height when Daryl was nearby. they’d joke about wondering how you made it this far, assuming you’d been living safely since the start otherwise you wouldnt have made it, assuming everyone around you needed to protect you because you were a liability

- and Daryl would be there in an instant

“The hell’d you just say?!” He’d growl from your side.

“Anyone built like that cant even reach the top shelf, let alone survive in a world like this! It’s survival of the fittest, plain and simple!” The idiot would be stupid enough to say, laughing through his own explanation.

And then Daryl would knock him to the ground a lot less playfully than he knocked you to the ground on the day you met, he’d be on top of the idiot and punching him until someone (usually Rick) pulled him off.

You’d be there right away, standing on your tiptoes to hold Daryl’s face in your hands and calm him down. He’d rest his forehead against yours and ask if you were alright, if the idiot had hurt your feelings ‘cause “if he did I’ll go right back over there an-“ and you’d say no. You’d take him back to your cell and clean up his split knuckles while Daryl just watched you, utterly mesmerised.

And then you’d sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you without him having to think about it.

“What would I do without you?” The question would pass your lips quietly, as though truly bewildered by wondering what life would be like without Daryl in it.

“Hear a lot less jokes.” He’d reply, his voice rumbling in his chest, you’d feel it through his shirt, against your palm.

You’d laugh, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And be a lot leas happy.”

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joelsgirl · 1 year

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It's A Free Use World; You're Just Living In It // Joel & Tommy Miller x Reader

Anon Asked: A free use fic in Jackson, where you're assigned to or maybe used by Joel/Tommy? A/N: Reposting as I think it'll end up being part of a series! Fuck, free use is one of my favourite things to write. Thank you so much for this! Muse: Joel & Tommy Miller Content Warnings: Age Gap, Size Difference, Rough Sex, Threesome, Tommy & Joel sandwich (no inc*st), Free Use, No Use of Y/N + Want to see more? I’d love to see some requests, here!

Jackson truly was a communist settlement; everything was shared, including the women. The free use rule had been set in stone long since you arrived. You'd argue the rule, or leave, but everyone here accepted it and aside from that, this truly was a beautiful home. All the women were given a place to stay, warm clothes, a soft bed, all the food you could ask for.

All you had to do, was take what was given to you whoever, whenever or wherever that may be. It didn't help that the home offered to you, belonged to another. in your case, your keys unlocked the door to the Miller boy's home. They just so happened to be the most insatiable of the lot. Outside of the house, you wore respectable clothes. For the most part. No panties or bra, that was the rule, and more often than not you'd wear little dresses; learnt early on it was easier to do that than constantly have them ripped from your body. You still reminisced about your favourite pair of jeans, may they rest in peace.

At home, however, clothes weren't optional, they were against their religion. At least on you. It was a pretty sweet deal, you mostly kept the house clean when they were gone, for your own sanity, and served them whenever they wanted it. You'd say it was a chore, but... well, have you seen the Miller boys?

Joel had been out hunting for the last few days, so it was just you and Tommy when he wasn't out working the fields. He'd come home exhausted and wrung out, something had happened but you didn't want to ask, knew better than to get too personal with him. The hot shower he'd gotten out of not too long ago must have helped, though, because his mood had infinitely improved.

He'd walked past you, giving you a kiss, and you thought perhaps he was too tired for anything tonight... what a rookie error. Just as he was about to walk away, his fist locked in your hair, half dragging you along to the living room. Sinking into the sofa, he took you down with him. Forcing you to your knees, the hard wood knocking you about a bit. You don't mind, you're used to it now. Tugging down the zipper of his jeans, releasing his already hard cock as he wrapped a free hand around it. He didn't say anything, just looked down at your wide, innocent eyes. Tapping your lips with the thick head, telling you without words to open wide for him.

You oblige like the good little girl you are, wrapping those beautiful, plump lips around his cock before he rocks his hips forward, slamming in the rest of the way. A low groan escapes him, his head tipping back on the couch as the fist in your hair tightens. Holding you firmly in place, he begins a steady rhythm, fucking your face like it was nothing but a flesh light. His balls slap against your chin on every thrust, your throat bulging from the size of him, but so used to the invasion now you don't even choke on that monstrous cock anymore.

You hear the faint click of the lock, then the front door opening. A soft thud telling you Joel's back, and he's caught something. You can't see what, can't move from your position. Tommy doesn't stop, his pace unrelenting as his groans tell his brother exactly where you both are. You can't see the dried blood on his hands from the fresh kill, or the splatter across his flannel shirt. The dirt his boots track through the floor as he cuts a path directly to you both. It's been days since he's been able to take what was his, what he shared with Tommy.

He takes a heartbeats pause to drink in the sight of you, down on your knees, Tommy's fist yanking your head up and down his cock as he fucks up into your face, his brother meeting his eyes over you in greeting; before a roughed up hand drags his own zipper down. Dropping to his knees behind you, he lines the equally thick head with your tight little cunt as both hands massage your ass. Spreading those cheeks nice and wide before slamming in balls deep. No warning, no preamble. His own groan mixing with his brothers as he pulls back to the tip, and slams in again. His pace slower, more brutal than Tommy's but you're used to it now. It wouldn't last long, the beat between thrusts giving you a chance to get used to how god damn big he was inside you.

Both brothers ignore you, too busy chasing their own release. Joel moves faster, deeper, fucking you so hard you feel like you're splitting in half. Between the two of them, your body struggles to keep up. To cope with the size of their cocks, with the roughness as they use you... and yet, you wouldn't have it any other way. A hand comes down on your ass, big and heavy, the harsh sting echoing in your mind as Joel slaps you again, and again before wrapping both hands around your slender hips in a crushing grip. Pulling your body back onto him, making you meet every thrust. The momentum propelling you forward, to take Tommy's cock even more. Rocking back and forth between the two giants.

The hand not in your hair finds your tits, slapping them, catching the nipple with the tips of Tommy's fingers as he takes out the days frustrations on your little body. You're not supposed to enjoy it as much as you do but you can't help it, the lick of pain their hands elicit just adding to the pleasure as they use you. You love it, love knowing you're there to service them, that you're their favourite toy. Joel's fucking you harder still, their cocks bulging your petite little body as you're impaled by both of them.

Tommy is the first to cum, slamming in deep and holding your head in a vice like grip, grinding against swollen lips as he forces you to take every drop of his thick cum. So deep in your throat, it has no chance of escaping. His groans sending his brother over the edge, who does the same. Slamming in and holding you in place, the pressure so delicious you can't help your own orgasm. Tight little cunt milking Joel's cock. They couldn't care less if you came or not yet your muffled cries tell them both you're right there with them. Your body trembling as Joel pulls out first, tapping your ass before zipping his jeans up and walking away, heading in the direction of the shower. Tommy holds his cock in your throat longer, just warming it now, you can still feel it twitching as you watch him, fighting back the smile...

"Always such a good girl for us, aren't you, pet?"

#Joel Miller #Tommy Miller #The Last of Us #Joel Miller x You #Joel Miller x Reader #Tommy Miller x You #My Writing #My writing x Joel Miller #My Writing x Tommy Miller #IT'S A FREE USE WORLD YOU'RE JUST LIVING IN IT

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mars-gifs · 1 year

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ENG: In the SOURCE LINK you'll find 894 gifs (268x150) of Madelaine Petsch in Jane (2022). All of these gifs were made from scratch by me for rp purposes, so please do NOT claim them as your own, repost, or add them to your gif hunts. Edit as you wish, but please give me some form of credit or tag me if you post it. LIKE or REBLOG if you’re using!

ESP: En el SOURCE LINK (o fuente) encontrarás 894 gifs (268x150) de Madelaine Petsch en Jane (2022). Todos los gifs fueron hechos desde cero por mí para uso de rp, así que por favor NO los hagas pasas por tuyos, re-subas o los añadas a gif hunts. Edítalos como desees, pero por favor dame algún tipo de crédito o etiquétame si lo subes. ¡Da LIKE y/o REBLOG si los usas!

TW: flashing lights, eating/drinking, implied use of drugs, anxiety attacks, fainting, death of a friend.

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gifsbyharley · 11 months

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by clicking the source link, you’ll be redirected to a purchasable gif pack with #200 medium gifs [ 268x170 ] of actress, 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, in various interviews & youtube videos. all gifs were made from scratch by me, so please DO NOT redistribute or claim as your own, edit in any way, turn them into gif icons, or use them in other gif hunts! please like/reblog if you found these useful in any way! please follow all the rules i have listed on the purchase link, as well. thank you!

**THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OTHER RPH GIF BLOG. this was originally a private commission, but the lovely commissioner has allowed me to post these semi-privately! these gifs are mainly to help those struggling in the celeb rpc, but feel free to use them however you wish. all i ask is for you to NOT use them to portray minors, use them in taboo rps, incest rps, to fetishize the LGBTQ+ community, to race bend, etc. commissions and free requests are currently closed, but if you enjoy my work, feel free to leave me a tip on ko-fi!

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nymphoheretic · 2 years

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angeldespite · 3 years

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diana silvers as maggie in ma (2019) dr. tate taylor.

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barnes-n-nobles · 3 years

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My Lord (smut)

IDC I LOVE THIS SCENE AND GIFS IMMA KEEP USING IT IM SORRY

Request: Got anymore of that degrading and worshiping goodness for Druig?please SMUTTT

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Warnings: Smut, Lord!Druig, does sexual advances on reader, worshiping Druig, degrading ,

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When you stepped foot into the village it was mesmerizing. The tall trees, the gloomy weather, the laughter of the villagers, it was so very peaceful. You had heard of this mystical place but never dared to venture until you were invited in by a friend. She spoke highly of all the people there, as if it was a different world. No crime happened there making it feel safe and secure always. The leader was said to be kind and authoritive , making the village the perfect place for good people to come together and create a dystopian society. You were not allowed in unless you were invited, so when your friend joined she advocated for you. She explained how useful you were in nature and how good you were when it came down to your heart. Always the people pleaser. You knew how to see both sides of the story and how to overcome conflict, something the leader wanted for the village. It didn’t long for you to get adjusted to the new life you now lead. There was no phones here and everything was done by the old fashioned way. Your old home was not too far so you kind of already lived like the villagers but when your family died, you had to move in to the city with the friend that led you to your new life. She was also sought after due her impeccable hunting skills.

The leader was known as Lord Druig, he was said to be a God and everyone followed him as such. No one dared to defy him but whoever was stupid enough to do so, they were quickly put in line by him. He was a telepath with the gift of mind control. You had not gotten the pleasure to meet him but you were not eager to do so. You were afraid that he might not like you, making you fear that he would force you out of the village as he had done to others, thus the effort to avoid him. For the most part you remained out of the way not drawing any attention to yourself, just doing your part by contributing. But that was soon to be over when he finally laid eyes on you. It was time for the monthly check ins meaning that everyone had to gather up to hear the lords words for the work that was being done. Everything was going perfectly fine and there wasn’t much that he had to correct. In all honesty you had forgotten most of his teachings today because you had not seen him this close. He was so built and lean, his eyes were vibrant and his smile was heart warming. His clothes fit him perfectly, making him look like the God he was. You tilted your head as you licked your lips wondering if he had sexual needs like humans did. If he laid at night touching himself or if he had someone that took care of his needs. When he turned back he made eye contact with you, ripping you from your lewd thoughts. He smirked as he walked towards you, “I see that you’re distracted, my precious flower. Do you want to tell the rest of us what could be more important than todays teachings?” He asked bringing you up from your seat, nudging you in front of him. “I’m so sorry everyone. I was just…thinking about what I’ll be eating later” you lied making them break into laughter.

Druig rolled his eyes in annoyance, “meet me in my home after the meeting” he whispered, eyes lingering on your body as he turned away to continue. Feeling upset with yourself you tried extra hard to concentrate on the actual teachings rather than your earlier thoughts. Could he have read your mind? Impossible because if he did he would have kicked me out of the village on the spot. Oh gosh maybe that’s why he wants me to meet him at his place so he can do it personally. You didn’t want to leave though, you loved it here. When everyone was dismissed you walked to his home, your feet felt like bricks dragging along the floor as if not wanting to move you from point A to point B. When you knocked the door creaked open and you let yourself in. “Lord Druig…it’s y/n..you needed to talk to me?” your soft voice was carried through the space and you heard Druig in your head, “In my bedroom sweetheart..” you walked straight to there as if you had been there dozen times before. As your frame appeared he turned around and motioned for you to come to him with his middle and index finger. When you were right in front of him he smiled softly, running his index along the side of your face. “Why do you think you’re in here y/n?” He questioned. “Ummm…because I disrupted todays teachings?” You answered confidently. Druig deeply sighed and shook his head taking one step closer to you. Both of you were now a mere two inches away, making you drop your eyes to his chest. “Not quite, see I have a strange power that gives me the ability to read peoples minds. I can get the exact picture that one imagines. The exact feelings one is experiencing with that image. Today your mind was being quite…inappropriate. Can you tell me why ?” Your heart was about to jump out of your chest, this couldn’t be possible. Why couldn’t you be discreet. Druig made you look at him and his eyes turned golden, “I’m talking to you, get out of your head and answer me” he telepathically communicated making your eyes widen.

“I don’t know what came over me, my lord. I was mistaken to think about you in that way. I promise it will never happen again” you assured. Druig was someone who took pride in his disciplinary measures, he expected nothing but the results he was looking for. But you..he wanted you to fail. He wanted to set you up for failure and see you struggle. You were a perfect woman for him to ruin and control, everything about you lured him in. He just had to get a taste. “Promise huh? Well let me make myself very clear my beautiful y/n” he purred pushing your hair behind your shoulder, away from your neck. He bent down placing 2 soft kisses on the nape of your neck making your eyes roll back, letting out a soft mewl. He lifted his head up, smiling at your now lust filled eyes, “Never think about your lord in a crude way again..”he stated grabbing your neck and pulling you close to his face, his hand squeezing it. Your hands flew to his hand automatically, “If you do.. I promise you that I’ll drag you out of this fucking forest myself” he growled on your lips before letting you go, walking past you and out of his home. Shocked you brought up your hand to where his was and your tears started to roll down your cheeks in embarrassment. Your filthy mind had now brought you into his bad side, making you feel upset and disgusted with yourself. When you left his home you saw him standing with the archery group teaching them how to perfect their form. He then glanced over to you and smirked before giving you wink.

You snapped your head the other way suppressing the feeling of excitement that was about to come up. He was so attractive how in the fuck were you supposed to stop. It’s almost impossible to not want him. That night you laid in bed thinking about how you were going to dislike him. You figured if your brain found negative things about him you would eventually hate him. Your mind was busy thinking hard of what you didn’t like about him but eventually your mind thought about his bangin body, beautiful eyes, dashing smile, the most addicting tone of voice, AAH you just kept thinking about how fucking sexy he was making it Helish for you to even try to think of something bad about him. The only thing you had was his threat of kicking you out of the village, which made your heart hurt. Holding on to that sadness would help, you thought to yourself, so you just cried yourself to sleep hoping it would help in the morning.

As your day went on you were out by the river doing laundry, your hands used the tools to really get in there and you concentrated hard in order to forget what had happened the day before. You still felt so ashamed and hurt by his words. “What a dick” you said to yourself as if trying to convince yourself that you meant it. “I know for a fact that you’re not taking about me” Druigs voice boomed behind you making you jump and stand up quickly.

Druig was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed. Today he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, exposing his strong bulky arms. The shirt was also a low ridding one, giving you visual access to his chest. “My Lord…I-I…forgive me for my vulgar words. I was talking about another fellow villager that upset me today. Please forgive me” you explained. Druig scoffed making himself over to you, “Now you’re lying to me? Oh dear dear y/n..what am I going to do with a naughty little thing like you” he mocked bringing you into him by your waist, keeping you still. He watched as your face turned into a surprised expression, your face turning a warm color as you blushed. “You just can’t help yourself darling, your thoughts are way too loud. I know you want me to touch you y/n. I can sense how wet your pussy gets for me when you see me..” he said pulling your head back by your hair making you moan, “when you fantasize about me” he purred as he kissed your lips once again. “Tell me what you want” he commanded. “I want you Lord Druig” you desperately breathed. “You want me to what?” He questioned as his right hand snaked its way to your needy pussy, giving it a few rubs over your clothes making your legs shake. Your body pressed more into his, your breasts pushing onto his chest making his dick twitch in anticipation , “I want you to take me my lord…I want you to do vile things to me…mmmplease” you begged.

Druig kissed you fervently moaning into your mouth, his hands holding your head in place as his tongue explored yours. “My y/n..” he panted looking at your beautiful needy eyes. He caressed your face and smiled, ��Pack your bags. You’re leaving tonight” he said emotionless as he ripped away from you and started to walk away. Your jaw dropped to the ground as your eyes stayed exactly where they were when Druig was in front of you. You were shocked, embarrassed, and extremely frustrated. A scoff soon left your mouth as you started to replay what just had taken place. Now the anger was kicking in, your hatred started to bubble up and soon you were enraged. He led you on two times. TWO TIMES. You left all the laundry by the river and you stormed back to your home. You were not going to leave the village tonight, you were going to leave right fucking now. When you were done packing, you quickly took some essentials from the village then you were off. You didn’t say a single word to anyone, not wanting Druig to know where you were going or how far you had gotten. As a couple hours passed you got into a small town where you were able to exchange some items for currency. You found a cabin that seemed to be vacant so you decided to sleep in there for the night and tomorrow you’d catch a ride to the city. The cabin was surprisingly homey and it had a bed and a fireplace to keep you warm at night. You made sure to lock all the doors and windows before laying down and getting some rest.

Back at the village Druig was obsessed by your feelings towards him, he had to quickly rub one off when he got to his home as the sexual frustration was too much to bear. He fantasized on how much he wanted to take you by the river, how good your pussy would feel around him if he had fucked you against that tree, your soft moans next to his ear begging for him to fuck you harder. All these lewd images filled his mind making him cum in his hand. He shuttered at the feeling , wishing it was your pussy who would coax the rest of his seed out. He loved to see you sexually frustrated, he loved to see inside your mind, how you imagined him. He knew that by instructing you not to think about him it would make you want him more. As he got himself ready for the exciting night he had planned for the both of you, he made his way to your home letting himself in. “Y/n? Are you in here my sweet girl” he asked opening your room only to find everything was gone including yourself. Fuck.No. He thought to himself. His nostrils flared as his anger broke out. He quickly went outside and called everyone to him, his eyes glowing a powerful gold. Everyone flocked to him and he then ordered, “Find y/n, search far and wide, doesn’t matter who gets in your way. Find her, and when you do call out to me immediately. Now go!” He barked as everyone started sprinting away.

You were suddenly awakened by chaotic noises. There was banging and screaming coming from outside of the cabin. Being the nosy person you are you decided to go and investigate, but as soon as you stepped outside the door you recognized everyone, they all were from the village and they were being controlled by Druig. You quickly turned around to go back inside but you hit a body. You stepped back only to see your friend with an expressionless face. “My Lord Druig, I have found her” she said throwing you back inside and closing the door. She shoved a stick in the handle and it prevented the door from opening. You kicked and smacked on the door for her to let you out but you couldn’t get her to budge. After a couple hours you heard footsteps approaching the door. Some words were exchanged but you couldn’t make them out, however a voice was all too familiar. “Make sure everyone in this neighborhood leaves, no one can see me here” Druig commanded as the villagers started to evacuate the people and they left to secure a perimeter where no one could be around the two of you for miles.

When the double doors opened, your heart felt fear knowing he would not be pleased by your actions. He walked slowly to you, you could see his anger plastered all over his beautiful face. “Well well if it isn’t my bunny who ran away” he smirked as he walked towards you with his hands behind his back. “I can explain” you stammered holding your hands up. “Really? Do tell” he said watching your scared self sitting on the bed shaking in fear. “My lord I was upset, I needed time to think about my dreadful thoughts. Please accept my apology, for I have disobeyed orders from the beginning and have also stepped foot outside of the village without your permission” you implored. “Dreadful?” He asked. “The only thing that’s dreadful here is your inability to listen to me. But I will make you listen and you will be oh so good at it. I want you on your knees begging for forgiveness y/n and I want to feel you mean it” he ordered. If you weren’t in this scary ass situation you’d be feeling hot and bothered by the way he was talking to you. You HAVE been making lord Druig feel very disappointed as of late, honestly it was the worst feeling in the world. You just wanted for him to be happy with you, for once. Your knees hit the floor, and your hands wrapped themselves on his calves, “I am so very deeply sorry my Lord Druig. Please accept my apology” you beg lifting your head up, only to be met with his beautiful blue eyes.

“Look at my dumb little bunny, so desperate to please her Lord. That pretty mouth of yours will have to work a little harder for me to forgive you, beautiful” he said petting your head as if you were a dog. Seeing you on your knees begging for forgiveness stirred something in him again. His blood rushed right into his dick , forming a bulge that you were now aware of. You then got the idea of kissing him through his clothes, “I can show you how much I mean it, please give me a chance” you coaxed him while giving him kisses and looking straight into his eyes. He couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed you by your hair pulling you up and threw you onto the bed. The tore your clothes off before connecting his lips to yours. With each kiss he grew more and more hungry needing nothing more than to feel you around him. “Godammnit with you y/n you make me so horny. You’re irresistible I can’t get you out of my head. You’re like a venom that burns while it spreads through my body. You hinder my ability to think clearly. I’m going to use you until I CANT go anymore, and you’re going to let me. You’re going to be my personal fuck toy, understand?” He growled while holding your neck down, choking you in the process. His words were branded into your mind, your thoughts were plagued with him making it feel so good to finally have him here. “Yes my lord I understand” you smiled.

“Bunny, I can’t wait, I need to feel you now” he said pushing your legs wide apart and sinking himself inside of you inch by inch making you wail out in pleasure. Druig bit his lip , grunting at your tightness. He wrapped his arms around you and positioned himself at an angle, making it easy to fuck into you at a rapid pace. “S-slow down..it’s too much” you hissed trying to not loose yourself , “You DONT deserve to have it nice and slow, I’m going to fuck you how I want love, after all… you’ve been a v-very bad girl for Daddy” he moaned snapping his hips into you like an animal. His arms kept you in place in order to stop you from moving, his dick kept brushing against your gspot making you shiver. “You feel so good oh my god..p-please don’t stop, keep fucking me” you implored while looking into his now dark blue eyes. “Mmm yess baby beg some more” he said, while he changed positions. He now had you on your side with one leg up by his shoulder as he started to fuck into you deep, fast, not wasting a second. “This is what I wanted Daddy, for you to stuff me full of your cock. I promise to be so good for you, but please don’t stop. You’re fucking me so heavenly im begging you to keep going” you moaned. Druig smiled at your current state, so satisfied with the way you were taking him, “Dont worry my slut, I’m going to fuck you until you’re nothing but a ragdoll full of my cum. Leave you brainless, the only thing you’ll be able to register is me balls deep inside you. Is that not what you crave? Stuffed to the brim with my cock princess?” He mocked making you nod your head idiotically.

“Fuck darling I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to breed you y/n..claim you as my own like I should have done since the day I laid eyes on you” he grunted those vile things to you making you reach your own climax. “Y-yes Daddy” you shrieked convulsing into the sheets as your orgasm washed over you. Druig shook as his warm seed filled your throbbing cunt. “Mmm y/n..my delicious y/n” he moaned while ridding your highs. As the two of you calmed down he pulled out and laid next to you, giving you a peck on the lips. “Promise me you’ll never run away from me again” he said breaking the silence. You turned to him smiling, “I promise, my lord, as long as you don’t deny me some yummy sex” you teased. Druig laughed in response, “Careful angel, you’re not in the position to make demands. Specially to a God”

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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Meet cute with Vampire! Ari and Siren! Reader, but Ari wants to find somebody to drink from and reader wants to bewitch someone just for the heck of it. They dont know about the identity of the other, and Vampires cant drink siren blood even though it appeals them and a siren's song doesn't affect a vampire and they're they both are just like... Why tf is this not working?

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Pairing: Vampire!Ari Levinson x Siren!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. smexy flirting, mentions of stalking/hunting/eating people as prey, vampire and siren behaviors, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 1.1K (drabble)

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It was arguably the sexiest time of the year. The time of the year when inhibitions were lowered as they hid their everyday selves behind masks, costumes, and copious amounts of alcohol. Clubs and bars were packed with party goers who had the express intent to get wasted, get laid, or both. It was the time of the year when everyone embraced their inner monster.

And the real monsters were free to have their own fun.

Ari sipped on his scotch as he leaned against the bar, taking in the packed lounge and carefully scanning for a potential target. His lips twitched into a smile at the sea of scantily clad men and women; bunnies, superheroes, witches. The creative attempts at vampires always did amuse him.

There were plenty of choices. The moment he stepped through the doors, eyes were immediately on this tall beefy man hoping to catch his attention. This year he decided to dress as a pirate, his long hair and thick beard lending well to the look. He was about to settle for the kitten eyeing him salaciously from across the bar when the music blasting from the speakers faded and the soft playing of piano keys took over.

Ari's attention diverted toward the small stage that housed a baby grand piano and a microphone. The moment you stepped onto the stage, he forgot everything and everyone. Only you were in sharp focus now in his vision as you smiled at the pianist before taking your spot behind the mic. The rest was an insignificant blur.

You were absolutely delectable.

You stood out in a room full of costumes that were basically just lingerie with a Renaissance inspired gown that was just as inviting as any playboy bunny getup. It hugged your figure, Ari's favorite part of it being how the sleeves were long but draped well below your shoulders and the neckline barely teased the upper swell of your breasts. His fangs came out unprompted, but who could blame him when you were practically offering yourself to him with how exposed your pulse points were.

Across the room, you were having the exact same thoughts about the pirate. You felt an urge to want to run your hands along the chest hair peeking from the wide opening of his shirt. You noticed from his tight pants how thick he is and you couldn't wait to take him for a ride. You kept your eyes locked through your whole set, never once breaking eye contact even as you changed songs.

A siren's song is potent.

You wanted him and you were going to use every drop of your power to make sure you we're bringing him home tonight. Your power bled into your melody and you were probably going to overwhelm the poor man, but you hardly cared. There was a thirst inside you that only he could quench. You weren't at all surprised when after your set, you felt a strong muscled arm pull you by your corseted waist.

You gasped before your lips curled into a flirtatious smile as your gaze met blue eyes swimming with unmistakable desire. You pressed your body closer, shamelessly molding your curves against him as his hand dipped lower to the curve of your bum. You placed your hands on the wide chest you had been salivating over as he cornered you against a dark corner.

"Come home with me," he commanded, his lips ghosting against yours.

Ari could hardly contain himself, sending his compulsion strongly through his voice. His skin was dancing with electricity and his mouth was watering at how intoxicating you smelled. If he didn't get you out of here now then he was probably going to rip your throat out right here. Your giggle caused him to momentarily falter, confused at your unusual reaction to his power.

"At least buy me a drink first, sailor," you winked up at him.

He was taken aback by your response, surprised that you were fighting through his compulsion. He’s never had anyone not completely succumb to his command immediately, but you were obviously attracted to him. The same confusion flashed through your mind when he didn’t promptly do as told and frustration started to bubble in you both.

“There’s something else I’m craving tonight,” he growled as he pressed you harder against the wall, hitching your leg up on his hip and heightening his compulsion. “Let me taste you, sweetheart.”

You moaned as you felt his hard cock rub against you, pushing your own hips forward to feel him more. God, he was big. You wanted him more than ever. Your hand shot out to bury in his long hair and pull his face close to yours, close enough to see the green flecks in his eyes and feel his hot breath tickle your cheeks.

“Then have a taste.”

Desperate lust filled you both as his head dipped down to nuzzle his nose along your shoulder and the column of your neck. You gasped as the shiver ran down your spine, his warm mouth and tongue leaving a blazing trail across your skin. Your nails grew to claws behind him and you ran them across his back as you hid your face on his shoulder, your full mouth of jagged teeth excitedly preparing to tear through him. He groaned as he gripped at your curves to pull you closer still, his fangs snapping out as the impulse to take you completely consumed him.

The tip of his sharp teeth had barely pierced your skin and yours had barely grazed his flesh when the intense repulsion sobered you up like a harsh icy bath. You ripped away from each other abruptly, jumping a few feet as you glared daggers at each other.

“Siren?”

“Vampire?”

You both nodded slowly, still weary of each other though your species weren’t necessarily enemies. The shock and anger died down as the realization made you both sigh. It explained why his compulsion and your song had no effect. A vampire could not drink siren blood and a siren could not feast on undead flesh.

“Well that certainly… complicates things,” Ari shrugged, running a hand through his hair and exhaling heavily in frustration.

You were just about to call the night a dud when an idea crossed your mind. The sultry sinister grin crept up on your face as you moved back into his arms, that attraction still apparent and practically tangible between you. He raised an eyebrow at you, confused even as his hands grabbed at your hips to pull you close.

“Or maybe it could make things more interesting?” you giggled. “How about it, sailor? Wanna team up?”

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PAIRING yoongi x reader

RATING explicit. 18+

GENRE smut. fluff. established relationship. sleeping beauty!au.

WC 4.5k

SUMMARY When one of you is always asleep, spending quality time together becomes easier to do in dreamworld, especially when you’re clear with Yoongi exactly what it is you’ve been fantasizing about.

WARNINGS AND TAGS explicit conversation about somnophilia and consent. consensual somnophilia. fingering. mouth fucking. grinding. dirty talk. unprotected sex within an established relationship. creampie. cum play.

AN Please read the warnings and tags before diving into this piece! If it doesn’t toot your horn, don’t worry! And a little reminder: this blog is a space of sexual exploration into consent and kink in my own life and that this piece is a part of that, although in a different direction than I’ve gone before. With that in mind, I ask that you be respectful of this new exploration. Thanks!

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restless sleep

It’s been so long since you’d been to the ocean. You missed the sea breeze, that familiar and spiteful twang to the air. You missed the ocean, lapping at the tops of your feet as you walk for hours. You missed wandering into the gentle swells of the waves on impulse until the water reached your collarbone. You would only stop your walk into the ocean when you were far enough out that you could hear the breakers crashing behind you. And then you would just stand there — or float, if it were deep enough — and let the rocking rhythm of the ocean moving towards the shore roll through you.

The best part would be that as you fell asleep that night in some hostel bed or in the warm cocoon of a hammock, as sleep began to lap at your consciousness, your body would remember the rocking. The push and pull of water around you. Completely dry, you were surrounded by the water, the careful, pulsating embrace of the sea.

Yoongi promised he would take you.

“Soon, I promise, soon,” he would tell you, gripping your hand and smiling at you after you told him about another dream about the coast. When Yoongi made a promise, it was going to be kept.

But there were things to be done first. After your marriage, life exploded with expectation, with responsibility. Even as you settled into the gentle sway of life in your new home, there were obligations that kept you tied here.

So, in dreams, you chased the ocean. Hunted down the salted air, the sand between your toes, and the feeling of being wrapped up in something so much larger than you.

“What if I told you I wanted you to be able to do… anything to me.”

Yoongi lowers the book he’s been reading, looking up at you over the thick spine. You stand at the foot of the bed, wearing one of your softest, largest shirts. You often wore something like this to bed, only to shuck it off over your head the moment Yoongi’s hands came to rest on your waist.

His brow presses for a moment, mouth opening in that cute little gape.

“What — You don’t mean anything, do you?”

You laugh and plop onto the bed, crawling towards him. Why does it have to be so goddamn big? You think, eager to be in his lap.

Despite being a deep sleeper, you were also a restless sleeper and the reason why Yoongi had invested in such a large fucking bed.

A large fucking bed, he chuckled to himself.

Not only were you wild in bed, you were wild in bed, often switching positions at least six or seven times during the night. It was a frequent occurrence to find you half slumped off the end of the mattress, ass in the air, as if you attempted, failed, and collapsed in the middle of trying to climb into bed. Yoongi often woke to find you starfished across the blankets, a leg thrown across his abdomen and three fingers shoved into his mouth. If he wasn’t such a deep sleeper himself, if he wasn’t so fucking in love with you, he might be annoyed by it. So he just bought a bigger bed and made sure to thoroughly wear you out before you fell asleep. You were happy to oblige with his exercise suggestions, especially when they involved rope, roleplay, or pushing the boundaries of your desire for each other. With Yoongi, it was always safe to explore.

Finally settled in his lap, you take the book out of his hands and toss it towards the nightstand. You reach out for the thick lock of hair that has fallen into his eyes and brush it back, smoothing out the press of his forehead. He softens beneath your touch.

“When I say anything — I mean anything.” Your lips purse for a second, thinking about how to say the next thing. “There’s something that thrills me about the idea that I’m yours, entirely. That I’m here, for you, for every single one of your needs and wants and—” you smirk on the last word, “ — desires.”

“Surely you can’t mean anything.”

“Consider this my blanket consent statement.”

“So if I insisted on cooking dinner every night of the week? You would just let me?”

You frown. “I’ve just offered you a blanket consent statement and your first instinct is to take on more of the household duties?” He chuckles.

“Well, then. That and…” Yoongi shifts you in his lap and you gasp. He’s still wearing his jeans, but you can feel the press of his hard cock through the fabric against your bare pussy. “What if during those dinners, I asked you to crawl under the table, onto your knees. Take my cock out of my pants and suck me dry.”

“I’d happily oblige you,” you say, your voice wavering a little as you press your clit against the rough fabric, seeking any kind of friction to ease the quickly rising ache in your cunt.

“If we were out swimming in the lake and I wanted you there and then.”

“Then you’d have me, there and then.”

His voice drops, becoming quieter, darker, as his hands dip to your waist, underneath the shirt. “If I wanted to tie you up, spread wide and willing in the front room for everyone to see, and fuck orgasms out of you until you couldn’t cum anymore.”

“I know,” you say, brushing your lips against his. “that you’re actively trying to dissuade me of my desire, but instead you’re only convincing me that this was absolutely the right thing to bring up. See?” You take his hand and, lifting the fabric of your shirt, bring it beneath. You guide his hand to the apex of your legs to where wetness has gathered and is now dripping.

“You’re—”

“Not wearing anything beneath this. Do you see how willing I am to be anything for you, my love? To be fucked by you? Used by you?” You let your lips trace the angle of his jaw towards his ear. “To be your pretty little sex toy?”

His breath hitches in his throat.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll drop it. I won’t bring it up again,” you whisper.

“That’s not it. Not it, not one bit.”

His eyes glimmer with mischief.

“Then where is your hesitation?”

“Just contemplating when and where to begin.”

“What would you say if I told you I wanted you to fuck me while I was sleeping?”

In a moment, Yoongi has flipped you so that you’re beneath him now. Your breath rushes out of you as your back lands on the mattress. He crawls up your torso, an animalistic fire glinting in his eyes. He takes the hem of your shirt between his teeth, guiding it up your chest until your breasts are exposed to him.

“I’d say that sounds like an excellent idea.” He continues to move up ever so slowly until he’s face to face with you. In one swift movement, you feel his clothed erection press up against your cunt and you gasp. “Tell me more. Exactly how do you imagine me fucking you?”

“Good—” You gasp as he presses his hips to yours, your hand automatically reaching for his arm for grounding as pleasure shoots through you. “I imagine you fucking me good.”

Yoongi chuckles.

“Don’t I always?”

“Y-yes.”

“I need you to be more specific. When can I fuck you?”

“Anytime,” you say. “You can fuck me whenever. Whenever you want.”

His nose traces up your neck until his teeth latch onto your earlobe.

“You sure?”

“Y-yes.”

“And how can I fuck you?”

“Literally—” Your hands wrap around his neck, pressing him to you as he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin on your neck. “--however you’d like. I don’t think you—” You gasp as his hand drifts down to your center, two fingers sliding through your folds. But you grit your teeth and keep going. “--you understand what a blanket consent statement entails.”

He pulls back just enough for you to see the determination in his eyes.

“Oh, I do, my love. I just want to hear from you exactly how you imagine this little fantasy playing out.” As he slips a finger inside you, you bite down on your lip. “So tell me. Tell me about this fantasy of yours.”

You struggle to keep your breath under control as he begins pushing his fingers deep into you. He is still wearing his rings — just the way you liked it — and the shocking contrast of the warmth of his body and the cool metal of the jewelry slipping inside you always had you gasping.

“I want you—” You squeeze your eyes shut as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. “I want you to fuck me in whatever way comes to mind.” Another press, another gasp. “Want you to take what you need. Whatever thought crosses your mind—” He slides a third finger into you. Begins pumping in and out as he watches your face and drinks in every flicker of pleasure. “Wanna be your fuck toy.”

“And what else do you want?”

“Wanna wake up with your cum inside me.”

Sleep feels like a fucking boulder, resting on Yoongi’s chest. Crawling out from underneath it is painful. Difficult, even. If he wakes in the middle of the night, it’s with squinting eyes and a bit of an ache in his limbs.

But tonight when he wakes, his chest heaves, his breath coming quickly. He blinks as the wisps of his dream seem to linger around his mind, both intangible and utterly drowning:

Your fingers, wrapped around his throat, pressing so lightly. You smiled down onto him, that smile he couldn’t erase from his mind’s eye. Was it the pressure on his artery or the delight in your gaze that made his head dizzy?

He sucks in a deep breath, feeling his cock twitch against his stomach.

Fuck.

A light snore echoes from the other side of the bed.

You’re stretched out on the pillow next to him. No matter where he slept on your extra large bed, you always seemed to gravitate towards his presence. Tonight, your hand is reached out towards him, fingers wrapped lightly around his bicep.

Your face half pressed into the pillow, your cheek rounded and reflecting the lightest stream of moonlight.

Your lips, pressed so sweetly together, he could imagine himself slipping inside, feeling the warmth of your tongue lapping over him, the divine heat of your mouth sucking him dry—

His eyes shoot open.

The last time you two had tried this — fulfilling your little fantasy — you had been so excited that you woke up as soon as his dick touched you. It had ended in all of your sheets stripped from the bed and your head and one arm draped off the end of the mattress as you both panted like you’d just run a marathon without any training. It was good. Sex with you was always good. But it hadn’t been what you wanted.

Looking over you now, you’re dead asleep. With the ghost of a smirk playing against his lips, he pulls himself up to sitting and comes to kneel by your head.

You look so serene while sleeping, he almost doesn’t want to disturb you. But as your lips part and you take a long, deep breath, his dick twitches against his stomach and he realizes: He wants this just as much as you do.

Wrapping his ring-clad fingers around the base of his cock, he gave himself a slow stroke up and down the length, stroking from half hard to a little more than half hard. Carefully, he presses the tip to your lips. They part without him pushing.

Your tongue flicks out, licking up the bead of precum that glimmers at the tip. You hum sleepily in delight. While you were a restless and responsive sleeper, you were also a notoriously deep sleeper. Yoongi pushes the head of his cock into your mouth, your jaw widening, your tongue flattening instinctively at the intrusion.

You purse your lips and suckle softly at the tip of his cock and Yoongi can't help the hiss that leaves his mouth.

"Even asleep," he whispers, "You're such a good little pet for me." He reaches for you, smoothing the hair out of your eyes and coming to grip your head tenderly.

Ever so gently, he presses further into you, feeling the warm and wet heat of your mouth envelop him. He doesn't go too far though. He's not interested in gagging you awake with his cock. He'd much rather watch your eyes flutter open, mid orgasm. Fighting the urge to throat-fuck you - because that is always the urge with you - he strokes in and out of your warm and waiting mouth with deliberation, using his grip on your head to maneuver you to his whim. With each pull, his cock gets a little bit harder.

When he's fully hard, he slips out of your mouth with a slight pop.

In your sleep, your brow furrows and you sleepily reach out for him, fingers tracing over the now-unoccupied pillow. If a sleeping person could look disgruntled, you're the perfect image of it.

"Don't worry, baby," he murmurs. "I'll give you exactly what you want."

Yoongi moves the thin sheet aside and you mumble a little as the cool air of the room sweeps over your skin, raising goosebumps to the surface. Beneath it, you're the image of perfection. Every curve, every roll, every little mark and bump and detail you might have found issue with radiates with the mark of perfection: the mark of you. Tonight, your rambunctious sonambulations have brought you into a strange but oddly convenient position. Belly down, face half pressed into the pillow, knee pulled up to your side. The position adds a slight curve to your lower back and accentuates the round hill of your ass.

"Perfect," Yoongi whispers, pressing a hand to your lower back before letting his fingers spread wide, letting his hand cup the rounded swell of your ass, watching the way your flesh moulds to his touch.

Hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he glides the head of it through your sopping folds. A small sound of satisfaction slips from you as he presses against your clit, and you adjust in your sleep, pushing your ass up even further for him, already pushing towards the pleasure building in your lower abdomen. With a bit more bravado, Yoongi pushes more of his length through your lips, gathering the moisture there to coat himself thoroughly.

There’s a part of him that just wants to go like this, rutting slowly against your ass until he cums, spilling himself into the small of your back. But you had been specific in what you wanted — and, after all, who was he to deny you?

He notches the head of his cock against your entrance and after a deep breath, begins to push inside. A shaky breath racks through him as the tight walls of your cunt wrap around him, drawing him in, drawing him closer. He slides a hand up your spine, tracing your body as he continues to push inside you, working his cock into you inch by inch.

Finally seated fully within you, he lets out a quick breath, a laugh almost. You, wrapped around him, is as incredible as ever. Warm. Tight. Wet.

Slowly, he begins to move, pulling in and out, watching the way his cock emerges from your cunt coated in your arousal, watching the way your ass jiggles just enough when he slides in all the way. Your body accepts him, tightens around him, sparks him with pleasure. Your breath stutters as he sets a pace.

“Mm,” you murmur. “Yoongi.”

He pauses for a moment, gaging whether you are awake or not. But your eyes stay shut and your limbs stay leaden.

Are you dreaming of him? he wonders. With his cock buried inside you, will you notice the warmth that spreads through your abdomen? Are you dreaming about him fucking you, taking his pleasure — or are you somewhere else entirely, your body responding in tandem to his actions?

For him, the answers to the same questions cut like clear and cold water through his mind. Pleasure, rearing her head in his consciousness.

He wants to touch you.

He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of contact, hand drifting through the sheets around you in search of him, coming up empty. But his touch isn’t quickly lost — his hands grip your hips, turning you gently and slowly until you’re laid out for him on your back. You smack your lips sleepy, a sloppy hand coming to brush the hair in your face. When he crawls over you, he settles his weight just enough on top of you that his presence drifts down through layers of dream, layers of sleep and into your sense of presence.

He fits right where he’s supposed to. On top of you, surrounding you, within you. He was there in your dreams too, sitting beside you in some kind of strange and foreign garden, speaking softly and in words you know but don’t understand. You’re drawn up through the dream, greens and pinks shifting into the deep purple of the room, the dark red of the pleasure burning low and hot in your abdomen. Dream, mid-sleep, waking: through it all there is one constant.

Yoongi.

Your eyes flutter open, splitting from the warmth of your mind to the blanketing darkness of the bedroom. He watches.

“Sh, baby,” he murmurs, brushing the hair off of your face. “Relax. You can go back to sleep.”

“Closer,” you mumble, the word half spoken. Your arm wrapping weakly around his back.

He chuckles, pressing his cock against your belly once more, grinding into you with the lightest of pressure. He’s hard. Painfully hard.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he whispers in your ear. “Fill you up with my cum.”

You hum, fingers slowly spreading down his arm. “Good boy.”

He’s not sure if it’s supposed to be deriding or complimentary or what, because a yawn is already spreading across your face, eyes fluttering closed shut again. Whatever you meant, it comes out sweet. Contented.

He lets his hands run over you, tracing the dip of your waist up towards your chest, hands skirting the swell of your breasts before taking them beneath his palm, kneading them softly and slowly. You sigh into his touch. This, getting to look at you, laid out beneath him, sleepy and still — it’s something else entirely. It is the act alone, an indulgence, a new way of looking at you. Getting to take you in completely and without boundary.

For the second time of the night — or early morning — Yoongi grips his cock and begins to ease slowly inside you. He grips your hip for leverage as he pushes inside, maneuvering your body to his will. Your walls part willingly for him and he slips easily within you. Laid attop you, it feels as if he is notched against you, within you, like a puzzle piece. There’s no way he could go any deeper, reach any further into you. When he begins to move, hips pumping at a dangerously slow pace he chokes a little at the pleasure of it all.

You’re entirely still beneath him as he fucks into you — and quiet too, beside a couple of hums and sighs that slip from your lips when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

Sleep and wake are entirely blurred at this point. You hang suspended between the boundless embrace of dream and the guiding touch of the physical world. It feels like the sea, that rocking pleasure that rolls through you, tide taking you where it will. The pleasure, though partially in the movement of him against you, is in the letting go. The release as the current carries you to an unnamable location.

Body pressed against yours, his hips rocking in and out of you at an instinctual pace. His breath begins to build in his throat, a quick pant.

“Fuck,” he grunts as the walls of your cunt pulse around him. He holds his voice back, and the word barely brushes against you.

You stay silent — somewhere between sleep and presence — and the worry that he’ll wake you has entirely slipped from his mind. Beneath him, you are you, vessel of his love, his affection, as well as the means of the pleasure that you draw from him over and over and over again. The combination swirls dangerously in his mind, love, lust, animalistic desire combining in a heady mix until he’s not sure which way is up. All there is is you, your body, the pleasure of it all.

Your eyes don’t open again as he fucks you. He lets his desire set the pace — agonizingly slow in one moment — then pounding into you, chasing the reeling sensation in his gut in another. Is this what it is to let himself go too? To release himself to the limits of his own want?

“Do you feel me?” he whispers softly, quiet enough that he knows you won’t hear it — at least not in a waking sense — as he continues to rock against you, his cock reaching deeper and deeper into your tight warmth. He imagines that his words, that the deep gravel of his voice, will drift down through the layers of sleep and into your mind nonetheless. And they do, settling into you with a warm thrill. You reach for him, want him closer, want him deeper, want him to sink into every cell of you. Your hand smooths against his back, dropping lower to the small of his back.

“Can you feel me inside you, filling you, taking you—” The words are more of a grunt now, him forcing the sounds over his tongue, holding back the fire that burns in his abdomen just enough to linger on the edge of the drop. “Do you feel how good you feel around me? Do you know what you do to me—What you make me into?”

His breath comes in pants, the sharpness flickering across your skin like the flame of a candle. He continues to grind his cock into you, pressing his body as tightly to yours as he can.

“Do you know how good you are for me? Letting me use you like this? Letting me fuck you and fill you up?”

He grunts as your cunt clenches around him. Each thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress, his hips now ramming into you with power and desire.

“Fuck—” he hisses. “If only you knew—”

Your hips press into his changing the angle just enough that your cunt clenches even tighter around him. Your eyes flutter open, sleepily locking on his in the darkness of the room. His gaze burns against yours, a desire set free within his expression that you haven’t seen before. Through the haze of sleep you hear it:

“Come for me. Come around my cock. Come while I fill you up.”

You gasp as your orgasm rushes through you. Back arched, mouth pressed into a perfect o, sleep-ridden limbs wrapping around Yoongi, pulling him impossibly close.

He grunts as his pace quickens, pounding into you, stuttering as he reaches the final edge. His head falls against your shoulder, hips still rocking against yours as he bites and nips at your neck. Finally, he presses his hips into yours, stilling with a groan as he spills within you, cock twitching and spurting.

Your combined breaths shudder against one another as you slip down from the heights of your orgasm.

When he pulls himself from you, you whine, again, reaching for him. He watches for a moment as his cum begins to seep from your still clenching cunt, mouth watering at the sight. You begin to squirm a bit, still distressed from the loss of contact.

“Sh,” Yoongi murmurs, settling between your legs. “Sleep now.”

Your fingers trail down your stomach, coming to wake enough to feel the soft hush of bliss that radiates through your body and the stickiness that is coming to spill onto your thighs.

“Leave it inside,” he says, his hand coming down on top of yours to still your actions. “I want to see it drip from you.”

You hum in understanding as he lays his head down on your thigh, watching as his cum begins to spill out of you. His cock twitches at the sight. You, filled and marked by him. The thought quickens his breath, stirs the once-satiated ache once again. He chuckles at the thought. Filling you again and again until he’s entirely spent.

He watches the flow of the white liquid ease out of your spent cunt.

“Squeeze for me,” he whispers, and you oblige him, your instinct to please strong even when half-conscious. As you clench and even more cum leaks from your cunt. It slows, but only for a moment before he’s gently pushing two fingers inside you again, to see how much will spill from you. Then, he presses his mouth to your lips, licking a broad stripe up, collecting the taste of you and him mingling on his tongue before swallowing, his adam’s apple bobbing. He looks up at you, your chest rising slowly and steadily as you drift towards sleep. He lowers his head. Again, and again he licks at your cunt, until any trace of his own cum has disappeared.

If it could, your cunt would be gleaming with how thoroughly he’s cleaned you up. As he smiles at his handiwork, he realizes he’s entirely hard again.

A couple minutes of rest, he thinks. Then, he’ll fill you up again, leaving you to find another load of his cum dripping from your thighs as you wake, just as you had begged him to.

Sleep is already sneaking up on you, the tendrils of dream and of darkness seeping like salt water into your mind as you settle into the comfort of Yoongi’s body wrapped around yours, holding you safe and tight. You grumble happily as he pulls your body tight to his, so that you are both laid on your sides, your ass notched perfectly against his cock.

With stillness, you fall back into the dream of the garden. As warmth spreads through your body, the ground fills slowly and steadily with water, consuming everything in its wake. Together with Yoongi, his body pressed to your back, you watch with a calm and steady heart as the world around you turns into an ocean.

For once, you don’t stir once until morning, until the sky warms to a deep purple, streaked with the low burn of dawn.

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Imagine...Breaking Dean’s Nose

Brother!Dean x Sister!Reader; Brother!Sam x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Mild Angst, some fluff (I think), minor back story, first fic written since [spoilers] Dean’s Death in 15x20 (spn finale)[spoiler].

Summary: The siblings have a minor disagreement that leads to a fist fight. And ends with Dean getting a broken nose and a realization, he has to let her grow.

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a/n: I write and edit all my works, hope you enjoy. This is my first time back writing Dean since the Finale.

Y/N sat in the back seat of the impala as they drove back to the bunker from the hospital. Sam driving his brother in the passenger seat, his nose swollen, a black eye swelling his eye.

The two siblings were at a disagreement.

Ever since she joined the brothers, it was after she lost her family. Nothing weird about their deaths. But state officials did DNA tests to find any family relatives. Turns out she’s related to Sam and Dean, as their half-sister.

The pair disagreed on something simple. Going out, but their sister was always careful. But since there was a project due soon and it was a group project. She had to sneak out, without Dean or Sam knowing. And came back to a pissed off Dean. Dean then got on her nerves, hovering over her, always concerned about her over the simplest of things. But she was still 13 years old.

Sam pulled into the garage, parking it and killing the engine, they weren’t as fast as Y/N to get out of the car. She had walked quickly to her room, locking her door.

The next morning, Y/N got up early to shower, and make Dean a big breakfast, Sam too for putting up with their crap. She may not have any idea how to cook, but to anyone’s famous last words before burning down a kitchen, how hard can it be?

She began making the pancake batter, cracking some eggs, adding some oil, and she began cooking them. Flipping them was a whole other story, some looked perfect circular, golden pancakes. But others would look over done or under done. The under done ones, she played the safe card and threw them away. Next were the eggs. She cracked some eggs in the skillet, flipping them once the whites were solid enough, making them over easy. Giving each brother 3 pancakes, 2 eggs over easy. Next was bacon for Dean. Dishing up their plates, giving Dean and Sam their morning coffee’s, and Sam some O.J, she put them on trays and sat them in their rooms just moments before their alarms went off.

Dean woke up to the smell of food in his room, Sam woke to his alarm with the combo of good smelling food. Both with notes from their sister.

Sorry for being a pain. Was written for Sam.

And the other note, reading, Sorry for breaking your nose. For Dean.

She cleaned up the bunkers kitchen, cleaning the dishes, and then bolting to hide in her room for the rest of the day.

Dean knew she wasn’t backing down, not really. Not entirely.

Their argument, he knew he was stopping her from getting a homework assignment for school and getting it done. But he didn’t want her out where he couldn’t protect her.

“You can’t always protect her Dean.” Sam says. Knowing full well about their argument. Well, he practically, unwillingly, had front row seats to the screaming match and fist fight.

“Just watch me.” Dean challenged.

“Dean.” Sam says in a knowing tone. “She’s got a school project, due Monday, it's Saturday. And she’s going to fail it if you don’t let her go.” Sam explains.

“But what if something happens?” Dean asks. “Like, what if one of the kids is a shifter trying to get at us. Or a werewolf, or a vamp kid, or even--”

“Dean, just stop. We taught her everything she needs to know about hunting. And she knows what to do.” Sam says.

Dean just sat back in his chair, with folded arms, grumbling to himself. But after about five minutes of thinking. Sam’s right. Dean doesn’t want to get in the way of his sister's education. She’s 13, about to go into high school next year. Those next four years are going to be important to her. And she has shown she'll kick his ass if he gets in her way.

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Fine.”

“Let me go talk to her.”

“Yeah, talk. No yelling. Okay Dean.”

Dean simply waves him off.

He walks to her room, farthest from either of them. And gives it a few knocks. But gets no response. He tries to open it, it’s unlocked. So there’s something. He pokes his head in her room.

She's on her bed, with her wireless headphones on, playing some loud rock music but one ear piece is off her ear and sitting behind it. Doing her homework on her laptop.

“Guys, I gotta go.” She says to the laptop.

“Okay, but thanks for your help on the project. We’ll let you know if we need more info.” Her classmate says from the laptop.

“And, Y/N, go easy. I live with my older brothers too. And he’s just trying to protect you. He’s doing the best he can.” said another one of her classmates. Seeing her nod at them.

“You can do it girl, see you in class on Monday." They said. She gives a small friendly wave, and ends their video call. Taking off her headphones, she gets off of the bed.

“I’m sorry, I really had to get my portion of the project done and to the rest of my team.” she said to Dean, casting her gaze down. Waiting for him to yell at her.

“It’s okay, that’s what I was coming in here to talk to you about.” He says.

She looks up at him, not saying a word.

“I can’t protect you from everything out there. Not even life or the supernatural itself. Deep down, I sure as hell don’t want you hunting.” He explains.

That’s why he doesn’t let me out on hunts. She thought.

“I want you to live the normal life. I want you to get an education, a job, a life you are happy with to call your own.” He continues.

“But what if you guys need help?” she asks.

“Cas can always lend a hand. Same for Jack. but you are off limits. You’re 13, you have a long life ahead of you. And I want you to live it.” he says.

She nods.

“Are you almost done?” he asks.

“Almost, I just have to write my research down so we’re ready to present it on Monday.”

“Well, finish up. I say, you deserve some you time in the Dean Cave.” He says. She smiles, he never lets her do whatever she wants in the Dean Cave. She has the same gadget and tech know-how like Sam. And with her XBox One, she always wanted to play it on his big screen TV in the Dean Cave.

“Just, put everything back the way you found it. You know how I am with technology.” he says. Making her giggle.

“Sure Dean.”

“Oh, and Uh, thanks for breakfast. The eggs were a bit over hard, and the bacon wasn’t quite done. Maybe one of these days I’ll teach you how to cook.” Dean tells her.

“Okay.” she smiles.

She went back to writing her research essay and he went to his room to chill out. And once she was done she hooked up her console to his TV in the Dean Cave and binge played Fallout 4.

Sam was just happy there was some peace in the bunker, not just that day, but the days throughout.

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ENG: In the SOURCE LINK you'll find 230 gifs (268x150) of Madelaine Petsch as Cheryl Blossom in episodes 8, 9 and 10 of Riverdale Season 5. All of these gifs were made from scratch by me for rp purposes, so please do NOT claim them as your own, repost, or add them to your gif hunts. Edit as you wish, but please give me some form of credit or tag me if you post it. LIKE or REBLOG if you’re using!

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Queen’s Clan { 2 }

Summary: y/n is plagued by nightmares. She realizes that the more she runs away, the less frequently they haunt her. However, in running away, she’s also running straight into her ultimate demise. Will she be saved in time by those who would lay down their lives for her, even if they don’t know of each other’s existence?

Monsta X/Reader, Human/Vampire(s), Reverse Harem, future smut?, violence, language

Word count: 1.03k

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Shadows enveloped your mind, taking over every thought with scratchy whispering.

“Impure.”

“Abomination!”

“Murderer.”

These whispers attacked you from every angle, shaking your entire being and making you crumble down in desperation.

“Enough.”

Silence. All was quiet. You slowly looked up and saw a being so bright, you wondered if your hallucinations were getting worse.

“Enough of this, Y/N. It’s time for you to wake up.” The gentle voice pried. The light-being approaches you and stooped down to your level to firmly grasp you by your arms and pull you up softly.

“Wake up?” You questioned, glancing around. Below you was your own body, knocked unconscious with two shadows surrounding you. “A-am I dead?”

“No,” They said indifferently. “But it’s time for you to finally awaken. You will need to be strong from here on out. Trust yourself, Y/N.”

“Wait, I don’t understand—“ the light pushed into your chest, knocking you slightly back and caressing you with a warm feeling before it shocked you and suddenly you were sitting up back in your own body, bumping into something.

———

“My queen?” A voice asked.

“Ugh, my head!” You cried out, trying to relieve some of the pain by rubbing it. The asphalt beneath you was starting to leave indents in your skin and was starting to really itch—

Wait.

You’re still outside. On the ground. Was this another hallucination? Were you dreaming? What was that light? You looked around cautiously and saw two figures. One who was squatting down next to you, staring at you curiously, and the other standing off to the side, looking around. Your stuff was still carelessly thrown down next to you and you quickly gathered everything before trying to stand.

“Wait, let us help you!” The one in front of you offered. You finally made eye contact with his warm and inviting eyes, his smile seemed welcoming and for a second, you almost forgot what you were doing. Almost.

“That’s okay, I just need to get going. Thank you for checking on me and not bringing me to a hospital, I really appreciate it.” You didn’t mean for it to sound sarcastic. Hospitals meant too many questions and you were grateful you wouldn’t have to deal with prying eyes and police interrogations.

“A hospital wasn’t what you needed.” A familiar voice spoke.

You wearily gazed at the now-too-familiar boy from the coffee shop. “You!”

He smirked through his blond locks. “Me.”

“We would have gladly moved you to a more comfortable spot, but we didn’t have your permission to touch you!” The other voice hastily explained. This one had a leaner build, platinum blonde hair, sporting a dark hoodie that did nothing to hide his messy hair.

“T-Touch me?” You squeaked out.

Blondie sighed. “Well, if you insist.” He shrugged, making his way to you.

“Hey, stop where you are!” You commanded. He halted, smirk deepening.

“To be fair, you did say ‘touch me’, my Queen. Hoseok was just following orders.” The other boy offered with a chuckle.

My queen? MY QUEEN?!

“What did you just call me?” You whispered, stepping back. Was he serious? Is this some sort of lame pick-up line.

“My. Queen.” He emphasized each word, a small smile tacking onto his face.

“Before you run away, we’re not some sort of weirdos.” The blonde one rolled his eyes.

“If you have to say you’re not some sort of weirdo, odds are, you probably are.” You let out before widening your eyes at your antics. If these guys were some sort of perverts, you wouldn’t be able to fight. One-on-one would have been difficult, small chance but small possibility, but there were two full-grown men here. You were outnumbered and pissing them off wouldn’t do you any good.

“Fair enough.” Platinum head laughed. “Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Lee Minhyuk. Blood type A and I wish to serve you.” You would have laughed had he not gotten down on his knees in a sort of bow fashion.

“My name is Shin Hoseok, but those closest to me call me Wonho. Blood type B,” he kneeled down, not breaking eye contact with you. “And it would please me to serve...under you.” He winked.

What the actual fuck?

“Am-am I being pranked?” You asked, turning your head this way and that, searching for possible hidden cameras. Where was the host to say, ‘Gotcha!’ to a crowd of bystanders laughing at your confusion?

“No, my queen. We wish to serve you.” Minhyuk snapped his head up, a slight frown making its way.

“Stop calling me that.” You sighed, exasperated. Your earlier exhaustion was creeping back up on you, you didn’t have time for these two or their games. You had to leave now before you episode came again. It was starting to get darker and you really wanted to be on the road before darkness hit completely.

“What would you rather me call you?” He inquired.

“Don’t call me anything. I need to go.” You tried getting around them, but they followed. Their footsteps falling behind yours infuriated you and you whirled around to face the two.

“Enough! I need to go before—“

Hoseok cut you off. “Before your episodes come back?” He narrowed his eyes down at you.

Your mouth dropped as if you had been slapped with a cold bucket of ice water. “How did you—“

“You’re not the only Queen being hunted by lost shadows.” Minhyuk gravely states.

Lost shadows? Hunted?

Hoseok’s eyes scanned around you three and narrowed before he said, “We should go somewhere before they come back. We can’t fight them again without power.”

Fight? Power?

“My Queen—I mean, uhh, whatever you want me to officially call you. We need to get moving. We’ll gladly explain all that we can but we’d like to see you safe first.” Minhyuk rushed. “Let us get you to a safer place.”

The two were antsy, Hoseok kept glaring at the area around you. Minhyuk’s hand open to you, begging for you to grab his with his eyes. Your vision started to cloud again, signaling the episode would resume from its pause.

“Okay.” You relented. Placing your hand in his, a warm feeling taking over your being. The same one from your dream.

Awaken.

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