#he keeps saying like unintentionally sweet things and i’m

[qpenpals]

“cause like he still wants you in his life and he still likes your personality”

“yeah”

“but he’s like he’s having an identity crisis yah know”

[hottestvirgin]

ceo sunghoon who loves taking care of you because you're his ౨ৎ

warnings. smut, fluff, age gap (sunghoon!30s & reader!20s), swearing, dirty talk, pet names (ex. princess), unprotected sex, big dick p.sh, praising, light degrading, sweet talking

you’re just a girl. a college girl who’s broke and working part time to gather up whatever you can make to pay off your tuition and other fees. this has been a routine in your life for a while. that was until you met sunghoon.

you got involved with this man unintentionally. while working at a local cafe, he ordered a small black coffee. this man was attractive. like.. very attractive. his blanched skin equated perfectly with his black, dapper full suit. bangs parted perfectly over his forehead which were accompanied by the thin glasses he wore.

while he scrolled on his phone you stole a few glances as you poured his coffee. when he reaches to grab the plastic cup, you easily get distracted by the beaming rolex on his wrist and boom. you spill the coffee all over the counter.

“shit. did it get on you?” the man asks while he slips his phone into his pocket. he doesn't seem pissed but you still palm your heating face, shaking your head at his question. but even after explaining that he was running late for a meeting, he helps you clean your mess.

“i’m park sunghoon. and you?” the man breaks the awkward silence and never breaks eye contact. even when he grabs the coffee from your tense hand, fingers grazing against yours to grip the cup so he can prevent it from spilling again.

“i’m y/n.” you say with a small, nervous smile.

“gorgeous name.”

and like that, sunghoon was hooked. you were charming, and gorgeous. and so the cafe you worked at became his favorite. he would order the same small sized black coffee.

“how can you drink plain black coffee every morning?” you ask sunghoon as he sips from his cup. his lean frame hovers over the counter while you wipe the same spot repeatedly to keep your mind from spiraling.

“keeps me busy, princess.” he simply answers. when he tells you that he’s the ceo of a family-owned business, it all makes sense.

soon, you both exchanged contacts which blossomed into a thing. a thing where he pays for your tuition and anything else you need and you repay him with sex. it’s that situation. and you would’ve hated it if the circumstances were different. but you were fucking a rich, hot ceo with the biggest dick ever. you wouldn’t change that for anything.

stepping outside after clocking out, you see that familiar tesla parked and waiting for you. the whiskey smell of sunghoon’s cologne immediately hits you when you get inside his car. his scent never fails to calm you after long hours of being around coffee.

“d’you like this, princess?” sunghoon whips out a small box with a gorgeous heart pendant inside. your heart thumps at the sight, blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the box into your hands. you catch a glimpse at the price sticker.

“it’s so beautiful. but the price is..” you’re interrupted with a peck on your cheek.

“i’ve spent way more on you, pretty. this ain’t nothing.” taking the pendant out of the box, “turn around f'me..”

it’s embarrassing how fast he gets aroused when he sees how pretty the pendant looks on you and how it contrasts with your glowing skin.

“looks pretty on me?” you ask, slightly pulling the collar of your shirt down to show the pendant on your chest.

sunghoon nods. “let’s go back to my place.”

“n-now?”

“mhm,” he pauses for a minute, “or do you wanna get fucked here?”

your stomach churns at his arousing words and you clench your thighs together. you wouldn’t mind it. instead you found yourself sprawled out on his bed. his hot, heavy body on top of you.

you can feel every vein on his big cock grinding against your walls with each thrust, his swollen tip abusing that sensitive spot deep within you.

you’re being fucked dumb. you couldn’t even remember to swallow which had you drooling. in a panic, you reach to grasp onto his arms in hopes of him slowing down, but he doesn’t.

“move your hands, princess. i gotchu.” sunghoon grunts with shivering breaths following afterwards. he observes how his cock can barely fit in your dripping cunt, how he can barely bottom out. he groans at the sight.

“hoon.. i can’t.. fuckfuckfuck.” you sob, turning your head away from him.

sunghoon tsks, “unt uh. let me see your face.” he grabs your cheeks and yanks your head towards him, squishing them together and chuckling at your muffled moans.

he traces his thumb over your swollen lips and shoves it in your mouth. that same hand travels down to your tits and he rubs over your hardened nipples. sunghoon slows his hips and focuses more on his rhythm.

“you’re so wet,” he groans, absolutely loving how much you're squirming and crying underneath him, “so gorgeous. all for me.”

“j-just for you, hoonie.. feels so good. so big..” you slur. and you can tell he’s close from his sloppy thrusts and unsteady breaths.

sunghoon nuzzles his face into your neck, licking and kissing at your skin just near the pendant he got you. fuck. he’s so obsessed with you. how’d he get so damn lucky?

“princess, say you love me.” he whimpers, wet lips still on your neck.

you stomach churns at his words. and you could feel your own orgasm building from the desperation in his voice.

“love you so much, so so much..” you whimper, clenching hard around him as that spring coils tightly and releases. you cum hard around him with a shuttered cry, vision fading to black.

“fuuuck.” sunghoon spills his thick, sticky cum deep inside your womb, rocking his hips against you while he chases his orgasm.

“you should quit your job.” sunghoon says.

“what?” he stops cooking and turns to you in confusion. you had thought that he understood that you weren’t, unfortunately, wealthy like him and needed that job for the money.

“did you forget, princess? you got me now.”

“i’d rather us date before risking that..” you say, biting back your lip nervously in hopes that he doesn’t get upset. but he only chuckles.

“then let’s date.” sunghoon smiles.

[eiightysixbaby]

12:25 A.M.

word count: 1.7k

summary: eddie calls you late one night while he’s looking at your photos…. ;)

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut smut smut. this entire thing is just filth from the get-go, sorry not sorry. lots of swearing, eddie & reader masturbate over the phone, lots of dirty talking - eddie and reader are bein nastyyyyy, daddy kink on the low, mention of explicit photos/nudes, if I forgot anything lmk!

author’s note: yeah so uhhhh the eddie sluts discord was having a convo about eddie keeping dirty polaroids of you and thus, this piece of filth was born. i’m so serious there’s barely a plot this is just nastiness, enjoy!!! also: the photos in the photo set above are not meant to represent what reader looks like - they’re just aesthetically pleasing.

*Rriiiiiiiing Rriiiiiiing*

The sound of the phone startles you from your half-asleep state. You’d unintentionally almost fallen asleep sitting up in your bed, television still playing softly in the background. You rub your bleary eyes and turn to the clock as you grab the phone. 12:25am. Who would be calling at this hour?

“Hello?” you say into the receiver, voice a little groggy.

“Hey, sweets. I’m sorry for calling so late,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice on the other end.

“Eds, hi. What’s up, are you alright?” you sit more alert now, wondering why he’s calling you after midnight.

“I’m fine sweet thing, just had a long day at work and I missed you,” his voice sounds breathy, not his usual tone of voice. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“I had kind of dozed off, but it’s fine. What are you up to over there, baby?” you ask him, curling the phone cord around your fingers.

“Oh, y’know… just looking through those sexy Polaroids I took of you. Touching myself a little bit,” you can hear the smirk in his voice, and you feel yourself shudder a little at his words.

Throughout the time you’ve been dating Eddie, he’s gathered quite the collection of explicit photos of you. He loves to take pictures of you in all sorts of positions, snapping shots of you naked on his bed, you split wide open on his cock, you sticking your tongue out while he presses his cock to your mouth, one of your face covered in his cum. You’ve even taken some of your own to sneak into his stash, photos of your tits squished together, or your fingers buried deep in your cunt. Eddie loves them, he looks at them all the time. He keeps the safe-for-work photos of you in his wallet and in his car, but the raunchy ones sit in a box under his bed - for his eyes only.

“Touching yourself to little old me, handsome?” you tease him, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Fuck yeah baby, it’s like I’ve got my own personal porn star to look at, how could I resist?”

Your cheeks heat up at his response, and you clench your thighs together involuntarily. You know what he wants, know he needs to get off, so you take the bait.

“Mm, wish I was there to touch you instead, Eddie,” you giggle, feeling heat rush to your core at the thought of him spread out in bed, jerking his cock to you.

“Shit, baby, you know I love your hands on me,” there’s a pause, and then, “What are you wearing right now, sweets?”

“One of your t-shirts, you know - the blue and black tie dye one, and a pair of black panties….” you speak slowly, drawing out the words.

“No bra?” he asks, his voice husky.

“No bra, baby. In fact, you can see my nipples through the fabric of the shirt….” you trail off, knowing what you’re doing to him. One of your hands reaches up to toy with your breasts as you speak, as if you’re doing him a favor by touching the parts of you that he can’t right now.

“Fuuuuuuck, I need my hands on you baby. Wish I was there with you right now,” you can detect the strain in his voice, can faintly hear the schlick schlick of his hand moving up and down his cock.

It only turns you on further, and you slowly slip your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, ghosting circles over your clit. “Mmm, Eds, I need you here right now,” your voice is seductive, pleading.

“Yeah, baby? What would you have me do if I was there with you?” Eddie purrs.

“I’d have you finger my soaking pussy…. two fingers, maybe three… need you to stretch me out,” you’re dipping your own fingers past your entrance as you get the words out, your fingers not reaching even close to the places Eddie’s can reach. “I love when you curl your fingers inside me, you know how to play with me, baby.”

“Fuck yeah I do, sweetheart, shit-” Eddie grunts, and you can tell he’s picking up his pace on his cock. “Wish I was fingering you, hitting that spot you love, getting those pretty sounds out of you-”

“Please, baby, love how you touch me…” you’re begging even though he’s not there with you.

“Would you suck my cock for me, baby? Fit my fat cock down your throat, hm?” he continues on, and his words have your head spinning. Imagining his fingers inside you instead of your own as you work to get yourself off. You’ve never engaged in phone sex before this, really, but with Eddie it feels so natural. It’s a different kind of turn-on to hear him talk to you while you know he’s got his thick fingers around his cock, pretending that it’s you.

“Y-yes, daddy. Love having your cock in my mouth, need you to fuck my face…” you’re practically moaning into the phone, head lolling backwards. “Wanna taste you, please Eddie please…”

“That’s my good fucking girl, need to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, baby. Love when you swallow my load,” his breath is staggered as he speaks through gritted teeth. “Are you touching yourself for me, baby? Got your fingers deep in that pussy?”

“Yeah, ‘m so wet for you, Eds. Doesn’t feel as good as when you do it, though,” you pout, pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, the coil in your stomach tightening gradually.

“Aw, I know sweet thing. Need daddy to take care of you, yeah?” Eddie knows exactly how to talk to you to send you reeling, your eyes screwing shut as you finger yourself, movements growing sloppier.

“Yeah babe, fuck, need you inside me. Want you so bad,” your fingers have set a brutal pace fucking into your dripping cunt, and you're almost positive Eddie can hear how soaked you are as you please yourself.

“Got me rock fucking hard for you, baby, can you hear me stroking my cock to your pretty pictures?” he taunts, but you absolutely can hear the filthy noises in the background - quieting your moans so you can listen better.

There’s a beat, and then you hear him spit into his hand, the sloshing sounds picking up speed and intensity as he presumably starts to pump his cock faster. You plunge your fingers as deep as they’ll go inside of you, curling them desperately to hit that delicious soft spot.

“Yes, fuck, it’s so fucking hot listening to you touch yourself for me,” you’re breathing heavy as you work yourself to orgasm, “Wish my fingers were wrapped around your dick right now.”

“Mmmhhh, I love when you wrap those delicate little hands around me, baby. I’m so big they barely hold me, princess,” he’s smirking as he speaks, loves riling you up thinking about the size of him.

“Yeah, Eds, you’re s’fucking big. Love how you fill me up, daddy,” he revels in the praise, and you hear him chuckle on the other end.

“My little cockslut, loves getting stretched by me, hm?” Eddie’s voice is low, sending electricity right to your core. “Shit, baby, my cock’s twitching just thinking about you… ‘M so worked up.”

“Want you to cum for me, Eds. Are you close? Love it when you cum for me,” you’re whining, fingers now circling your clit in rapid movements, getting closer and closer to your release.

“So close, sweetheart, wish I could cum all over that pretty face of yours,” Eddie moans into the speaker, little whispers of shitshitshit falling from his lips. “This picture’s one of my favorites, baby… my cock buried deep in your pussy from behind… my hand gripping your hair. Pretty ass of yours on perfect display f’me, fuck-” he’s tugging desperately on his cock at this point, whimpering into the phone.

“What about the one with me in handcuffs? Legs spread on your bed, waiting for you?” you hum, egging him on, getting him right to the edge of release as you describe the lewd photo.

Eddie doesn’t answer, just lets out a strangled moan on the other end of the line. The two of you go on like that for a little, mewls slipping past your lips, getting wetter as you listen to him cursing, panting, moaning your name. The soft pads of your fingers work on your clit, your insides feeling like they’re on fire with how worked up you are. Your eyes are shut tight, imagining Eddie settling you on his lap as he fucks up into you.

“Baby - fuck - I’m gonna fucking cum, shit,” Eddie whines, bringing you back to reality for a moment.

“Cum for me, baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” you coax him, listening closely to hear the way his breath hitches as he finally lets go.

His moans are short and sporadic as he finishes all over his chest and stomach, and you continue to rub your swollen clit as he catches his breath.

“How you doing over there? Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Gonna cum while you think about me? Bet you wish I was filling you up real good, huh?” Eddie’s relentless, talking you through the entire thing.

“Yes, daddy - fuck! Gonna cum, gonna cum for you, oh my god…” the coil in your stomach snaps finally, feeling yourself plummet into bliss. You’re clenching around nothing, moaning ‘EddieEddieEddie’ as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s my good girl, you okay sweet thing?” Eddie coos, listening to you pant as your body calms down.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. How’re you?” you say softly into the phone once you’ve regained some composure, body spent as you lay back onto your pillows. You feel like you’re floating.

“I made a fuckin’ mess of myself, sweetheart, came so hard,” Eddie huffs a laugh, and you smile.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“Take a Polaroid of you all messy with your cum. Wanna start a photo collection of my own,” you chew at your lip, getting flustered thinking about how he must look right now.

“Oh, yeah? And why do you want my photos, sweetheart? Wanna get yourself off to them?” Eddie asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from you.

“Maybe….” you giggle, suddenly feeling shy.

“Fuck, baby. Can I come stay the night? I need to be inside you right now, no way I can wait till tomorrow,” you can picture the puppy dog eyes Eddie would be giving you if he was next to you right now, and you laugh.

“Yeah, Eds, get over here. Gotta live up to all that talk,” you reply, knowing he’s gonna live up to that talk and then some.

“Want me to bring the camera?” he asks.

“Duh.”

[formulafics]

MRS. ALL AMERICAN (2) | AA23

Scenario: this time around, alex and yn get married over the winter break, and unintentionally spark some crazy rumors amidst the start of the season.

Pairing: alex albon x fem!sargeant!reader

also includes: logan sargeant x fem!reader (siblings), oscar piastri x fem!reader, lando norris x fem!reader (all platonic)

AN: as usual, this was thought up between me and @renarots who also came up with the names used for alex and yn’s pets, so shoutout to them for that 🫶🏻 i hope you all enjoy this very silly part two to MAA!

PART ONE

ynsargeant_albon on Instagram

thailand

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ynsargeant_albon my forever home away from home, with my forever love. ❤️

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alexalbon_sargeant luca says he misses you

⤷ ynsargeant_albon ill book a flight immediately

⤷ twitchquartetenthusiast CRYING THEYRE SO SWEET

logansargeant 🫶🏻

landonorris congrats again 🎉

⤷ ynsargeant_albon thank you lando 💞

formulasargeant THEYRE MARRIED??? FOR REAL MARRIED??

rizzciardo they’re straight out of a romance book and I love it for them

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florida

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alexalbon_sargeant home away from home. wish you were here! ☀️

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ynsargeant_albon flordia looks good on you btw 😚

landonorris never realized yn was that small 🤔

⤷ alexalbon_sargeant that’s her real size 🙊

⤷ ynsargeant_albon this is evil I’m never doing silly pictures again

oscarpiastri amazed to see no .5 pictures in this one

⤷ ynsargeant_albon lowkey me too

formulawilliams lowkey maybe i get how yn rizzed up alex

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albonpets we thought it was time to introduce the newest members of the albon-sargeant family. meet Thomas 🐭 and Ferdinand 🐸.

side note: apologies for the confusion 😁

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ynsargeant_albon I love our babies 🥹

landonorris oh.

⤷ ynsargeant_albon tbh I thought you understood

⤷ landonorris I mean now I do

⤷ ln4nation LMAO LANDO IS ONE OF US

formulapapaya I want to know why they picked those names

⤷ ynsargeant_albon Thomas the train and Ferdinand the bull!

logansargeant im stealing thomas

⤷ ynsargeant_albon you will do no such thing

⤷ logansargeant he loves me though

formulawilliams this makes so much more sense than them having actual kids 🤡

dreamyalbon I HAD A FEELING IT WAS PETS

formulalex notice how everyone hating on twitter is SILENT

⤷ dreamyalbon were you silent or were you silenced?

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lando.jpg here’s the newlyweds 📸❤️

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ynsargeant_albon best photographer we could have had. thank you lando ❤️

⤷ landonorris also best dj? 👀

⤷ ynsargeant_albon sure I’ll let you have that

alexalbon_sargeant a post about our wedding with the first picture being you 🤔

⤷ formulawilliams one thing abt alex is he’s gonna keep people humble

dreamyalbon WORST DAY OF MY LIFE CHECK I AM DEVASTATED OH MY GOD

lovelysargeant THIS IS SO CUTE I AM WEEPINF

ln4nation living for how close yn and lando are now 🥹

⤷ landoworld ME TOO. apparently he, oscar, logan, yn, and alex hang out regularly 😭 they’re everything to me

Thank you for reading! 🌷<3

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[slut4thebroken]

Until Next Time

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Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | The second time Neil sees the stranger, he gets a little bolder.

Warnings | Smut, non con, 18+, sexual content, non consensual everything lol, Neil being a creep once again, in public, groping, grinding, thigh fucking, kissing, blackmail, pervy needy Neil.

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | And yes you horny bastards, there will be a part 3 🙄

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

Part 1

Every single time he took the subway he was constantly looking around, seeing if you were there. After a couple weeks he started losing hope. He still jerked off to the pictures he took of you, but he accepted that he wasn’t going to see you again. 

That was one week ago. 

He was standing in the subway car looking at his phone when he heard it. “Sorry about that.” He would recognize your sweet voice anywhere. His head snapped up and he looked around until he found you. 

You looked even prettier than he remembered. Your makeup was still subtle, but this time for the day rather than for a club or wherever it was you went, and your hair looked just as soft as last time. He couldn’t see past your neck though. 

He started subtly moving toward you, trying not to draw attention or make it look like he was walking closer. When the doors opened and people were going in and out, he walked quickly, blending in with the movement. You stepped back to give people more room and he was almost behind you now. He could see that you were wearing a tank top— which makes sense given that it’s the middle of summer. But he couldn’t see anything else yet. 

His cock was already fattening up in his pants just staring at you. He waited a tortuously long time for the doors to open again, then he was moving quickly until he was behind you. He saw now that you were wearing a skirt. A pleated one that was just the right length to make you look unintentionally slutty. You were shorter than him now that you weren’t in heels and he stepped a little closer to get a view of your tits again. Were you even wearing a bra? If you were, it must've been strapless. 

He ignored the painful tightness of his pants and focused on you. Were you wearing shorts this time? He prayed the answer was no. Pushing down his nerves, he tentatively raised his hand to lightly grab your hip, making you turn around. Before you could say anything he was shushing you. 

“Before you yell, I want to show you something.” He said quietly, releasing your hip to grab his phone. You seemed to recognize him now, especially when he pulled up a picture and showed it to you. “These have been really useful personally… but I’m sure a lot of other men would love to see it. I’d hate for them to get spread around…” You stood there frozen, staring at the picture of your panties. “I hope you don’t have an important job… This kind of thing will set you off on a completely different path.” He frowned mockingly. 

“M-my face isn’t even in it… There’s no way to know that’s me.”

“Yeah but employers don’t really care about technicalities. One accusation and you’re done.” He shrugged. “So,” he pocketed his phone and placed his hand back on your hip, “are you gonna yell? Or are you gonna be a good little girl and not fuck up your reputation?” He waited for you to respond, but you just stared at him with teary eyes, silently begging him not to. “Smart choice. Turn around.” He said quietly. 

Once you obeyed, he placed both hands on your hips and slid them up to your waist, then back down. He stood closer so he could look down at your tits, hearing your breath hitch when his bulge brushed your ass. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. “I’ve thought about you every day since then.” You tried to step forward but he just pulled you back, keeping you planted firmly in front of him. One of his hands slid down to grope your ass and it was better than he could’ve imagined. 

“I’ve thought about coming on this ass again every single fucking day.” He groaned, placing a kiss on the back of your neck. When he suddenly turned you around, you gasped and placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He snaked his hands up your waist, then up even more until he was groping your tits over the tank top. He bit back a moan once he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra. 

“Jesus Christ.” He murmured, massaging them in his hands. 

“S-stop… Someone will see.” You whispered, trying to push him back by his chest. 

“Someone will see if you draw attention to us. Stay nice and quiet and we’ll be fine, baby.” He looked around behind you and when he was sure no one was watching, he brought his hands down to your thighs and slipped them under your skirt. You gasped when he roughly cupped your ass and pulled you closer. 

With his bulge pressed to your pelvis, he groaned quietly and started rubbing it against you. Under his hands, he could feel the lacy panties you were wearing and he ached to find out what they looked like, but he had to be patient. 

His back was only inches away from the wall and everyone in front of you was facing away, toward the doors. It was practically perfect. Keeping one hand on your ass to hold you still, he moved the other one up to grope your tits again. He was focused on your nipples just barely poking through the fabric, but when he heard a low whimper, his eyes snapped up to your face. There were still tears in your eyes, but your cheeks were flushed and you were biting your bottom lip, holding in any sounds. 

“I fucking knew you wanted this. You’re probably already wet too, huh?” He chuckled quietly and you shook your head with a quiet whine. “No?” He cooed mockingly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “I think you’re lying to me.” 

“I- I’m not,” you started, but cut off with a gasp when he suddenly pulled your tank top down, exposing your tits. “Wait-” You whispered, panicking. 

“If you make a scene, you’ll draw attention. So go ahead, baby. Make a scene.” He dared and you looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone had noticed what was happening. When you finished examining everyone, you closed your eyes and a tear rolled down your cheek, making his cock throb in his pants. He cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on your ass, then started rubbing up against you even harder. With your tits now out, he used his free hand to grope them, roughly pinching and pulling on your nipples, making you hiss in pain. Once he was satisfied with touching them, he grabbed his phone again. 

“Wait,” You tried to stop him, but he gave you a warning glare and grabbed your ass hard enough to force a whimper out of you. So you shut your mouth and let your arms hang limply by your sides. He took a few pictures, then lifted the front of your skirt to take a few more, this time getting your tits and panties in frame. Before putting his phone away, he righted your clothes, then turned you around and lifted your skirt, getting more pictures of your ass that was barely covered by the slutty lace panties you were wearing. 

“Take them off.” He ordered, pocketing his phone again and turning you back around to face him. 

“What?” You choked out. 

“Take off your fucking underwear. Now.” When you heard his tone, you used shaky hands to slowly push them down your legs, then step out of them. You placed them in his open palm and he immediately lifted them up to his face and inhaled deeply. “Fuck.” He hissed and you let out an embarrassed whine. “God you smell fucking incredible.” He groaned quietly, already getting excited at just the thought of being able to smell your cunt when he jerks off at home. 

Unable to take it anymore, he stuffed your underwear in his pocket, pulled your tank top back down to expose your tits, then grabbed your ass under your skirt and continued grinding his bulge against you. His movements were desperate and far too obvious for their current setting, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was how soft your ass was, how pretty and perfect your tits were, and how beautiful you looked trying to hold back tears from his assault. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispered with a small smile. Suddenly leaning forward, he kissed across your neck, making you whimper quietly. He bit and licked, but mostly focused on sucking the skin into his mouth, leaving as many marks as possible. He wanted everyone to see how much of a pathetic slut you are for him— for a stranger. As the intoxicating smell of your perfume invaded his senses, he groaned and his kisses got sloppier. 

Anyone who looked back would just see a couple being slightly perverted in public, with him grabbing your ass and kissing your neck. But they wouldn’t know that you were bare under your skirt, letting him mark you and claim you as he got himself off with your body. They wouldn’t be able to see the way your tits were out, your hard nipples pressing against his chest. And they wouldn’t be able to see the way you were crying silently. 

When he pulled away from your neck, he kept his face only inches from yours, feeling your breath fanning his lips. Unable to hold back, he moved one hand to fist your hair and hold your still as he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. You whimpered and tried to push him back, but he was unmoving. Wanting to deepen it, he forced his tongue in your mouth, licking into the kiss, making you whine and try even harder to pull back. He couldn’t really decipher the taste of your mouth but it was something sweet. After another moment, he pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting your lips. 

“Fuck, baby.” He rasped, voice thick with arousal. His orgasm was nearing quickly and he looked around once more, then released you to open his pants and free his cock, making you stiffen. 

“W-wait,” Your breathing grew shallow as your eyes widened. He shushed you and grabbed your ass again, pulling you closer until his cock was between your thighs, pressed up against your heat. 

“Kiss my neck, baby. C’mon.” He all but whined, desperately bucking his hips and fucking your thighs. “You know what I’ll do if you don’t.” He said through a breath, making you stiffen, but lean forward. He held his breath until your lips pressed against his neck. “Oh my god.” He whimpered. “Leave some marks.” He practically begged. 

Reluctantly, you sucked and licked and kissed and bit all over his neck. Leaving a few marks and making him even needier. Through heavy lidded eyes, he looked around the crowded subway car, finding everyone still either facing away from them, or focused on something. This was so fucking perfect. 

“Good girl. Keep going… Put your hands in my hair.” With a silent sob, you lifted your hands and gently grabbed his hair. “God— you’re gonna make me come.” He said through a breathy laugh. “Squeeze your thighs together.” You obeyed and he had to bite down on your shoulder to stifle a moan. 

His hips started bucking more frantically now. If anyone looked over, it wouldn’t take them long to figure out that something inappropriate was going on. But he was so fucking horny and drunk on you that he didn’t even care. He wouldn’t care if every single person turned around and started watching. They wouldn’t see your tits or feel your ass like he could, they couldn’t feel your lips or the softness of your thighs. So he didn’t give two shits if people wanted a free show. It didn’t change the fact that you were his.  

“You’re so good at this.” He whined, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his neck and your body against his. He was able to smell your perfume and your hair so clearly and it was making his brain practically go blank. 

When the subway stopped, he paused and held you close to make sure no one could see your tits. He waited until the subway started moving again before continuing, listening to the automated voice call out the next stop— his stop. Tightening his grip on your ass, he started rutting his hips faster as he chased his orgasm. You continued kissing over his neck and lightly pulling on his hair, getting him so worked up that his dick almost hurt with how hard it was. 

“Don’t stop… don’t stop, baby.” He whispered breathily, moving one hand from your ass to squeeze and grope your tits. You whined quietly and it was like everything inside him just snapped. He bit down on your shoulder and pulled his hips back to jerk himself off quickly until he finally fell over the edge. Each rope of come that shot out his cock landed between your legs, covering your cunt in his seed— marking you. He grunted quietly as he panted, riding it out and savoring it as much as possible. When his orgasm finally faded, he tucked himself back in his pants, then pulled back to look at you with a smile. 

“You’re such a good girl.” He chuckled, taking out his phone. “Lift your skirt for me.” You let out a silent sob, but took the bottom of it in your shaky hands and slowly pulled it up. He took a few close up pictures of your pussy and some wider shots when his come started dripping down your thighs, then pulled back even more to get your tits in it too. “Smile.” He chuckled, getting once of just your face and your tits. That’ll probably be the one he uses the most. He put his phone away and bit his lip as he stared at you, reaching out to feel your tits one last time. 

“Goddamn…” He muttered to himself. The subway slowing down snapped him out of the trance he was in. “This is my stop. Thanks again.” He smiled, moving his gaze up to look into your glossy eyes. “Until next time.” The way he said it was as if you both had your own inside joke now. You didn’t respond as you fixed your tank top and wiped the tears and mascara tracks from under your eyes, but he wasn’t exactly expecting you to. When the subway finally stopped and the doors opened, he walked out, already imagining what would happen the next time he saw you. 

Part 3

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[charliemwrites]

Part 6 of Charmed Slasher Simon!

Simon really ought to teach you not to look at him like that. Those big watery eyes and pouty lips make his teeth feel too sharp for his own mouth. He wants to sink them into you, find out if you taste as sweet as you look. He knows you would, knows it like he knows the slick heat of fresh viscera.

“What.” he demands, voice hard to keep the rasp of dark desire from it.

“I have a little favor to ask.”

He arches an eyebrow, does not believe you. Not when you’re looking at him so beseechingly. He’ll have to get you to make that face again, maybe when he’s got you on your knees, asking to suck his cock.

“Go on.”

You seem ridiculously, foolishly charmed by this stoic, unimpressed front he puts on for you. A little beam of sunshine refracting off of a black mirror. Wonders sometimes what cruel maker built you so unintentionally self-destructive.

“There’s this work trip coming up…”

He has to cross his arms to keep himself from snatching you up and locking you in the bedroom. Mistaking the gesture, you hurry to continue.

“And I have to go, but! We’re allowed to bring plus ones.”

Satisfaction curls warm in his gut, a purring predator cat. He wants to hear you ask, though.

“I’m not hearing the favor.”

“Riley….” you complain, face adorably embarrassed.

“I’m waiting, luv.”

You damn near stomp your little foot at him. “Will you please come as my plus one?”

He arches his eyebrows. “That’s a big ask.”

You could ask for the stars and moon and he’d make them bleed for you. Paint the sky crimson and make a necklace of the heavens to collar you in.

“I know and I understand if you don’t want to - but… but that coworker you met, Brandon? He’s going too, and he’s been looking at me weird all week. Please, Ri? I-I don’t want to go by myself and you make me feel safe.”

Oh it was a sure thing that he’d be going with you, but now there’s no question. He’s so glad for the video cameras; he going to milk himself dry tonight listening to you say please like that. Admitting that he makes you feel safe. His poor, stupid, fragile thing. It’s a good thing he found you.

“Alright, alright,” he soothes. “No waterworks now. I’ll go with you.”

Like a switch, you light up and throw yourself into his chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you trill. “I’ll make it up to you somehow, I promise.”

He snorts. You’ve done him the favor by giving him an excuse to follow you - but he’s not about to correct you.

“You let me worry about that. Just send me the details and I’ll be there.”

—

Your job has rented out a ski lodge for this little trip. Not only is it secluded, the booking is for the middle of the week. There will be few, if any, people over than instructors and your coworkers.

He couldn’t plan it better.

The day is spent pretending to care about your coworkers’ names and babysitting you along the slopes. You nearly crack your head open twice, each time he scoops you up, frowning down at your giggly face.

You also nail him in the head with a snowball too. That. That’s he’s going to get revenge for.

When night falls, you squeeze his hand at the door to your room. He leans his palm against the door over your head, relishes in the way you fluster as you tilt your head to look at him.

“Thank you for coming, Riley,” you murmurs. “You’ve made this really fun.”

He lets himself smile at you, just a bit. Knows it’s lopsided and probably a little too sharp, should raise alarm bells in your pretty little head, but you only smile back at him.

“Mm, you’ll have to make it up to me. Doin’ you this big favor ‘n all.”

You laugh. “Yeah? Let me know when you want your pound of flesh.”

Oh he’ll be taking more than a pound.

“Better be ready when I come to collect.”

“Ooh, so scary!” you tease, sticking your tongue out.

“You’ve no idea.”

—

A storm hits that night. A wicked, frigid thing that brews up and boils over in a matter of hours. Whiteout conditions. The power goes out a quarter past 11.

Well, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for Simon to have his.

[httpiastri]

author's note: just a short & 110% self-indulgent birthday present to myself because i've never had a lover (let alone an oscar) wake me up on the morning of my birthday. if i don't get an f1/f2/f3 driver as a present tomorrow morning, then idk what to do... hope everyone has a lovely day!!<3

the sun sneaking in past your blinds brings a gentle warmth to your cheeks, but it's as though you're trapped in a dream's soft embrace, refusing to let you go. your bedroom bathes in a golden hue, but your eyelids remain heavy as if dreamland holds you firmly in its grasp.

the only thing bringing you out of your deep slumber is the way your bed dips when a someone sits down in it, along with the feeling of a soft hand on your cheek. however, you keep your eyes shut, turning to your side and nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow underneath you. a low chuckle reaches your ears and your heart flutters, a comforting warmth enveloping you at the familiar sound. a little smile reaches your lips.

"love..."

oscar's voice is barely above a whisper, and he leans down to let his lips press against your forehead for just a moment. you slowly open one eye to look at him, and the fuzzy sensation in your chest grows. his round cheeks are slightly blushed and his pretty smile stretches from ear to ear. looking at his soft features feels like coming home, knowing every single dip and curve and freckle because you’ve spent countless hours unintentionally memorizing them.

you shake your head before closing your eye again. “this isn’t real. i’m still sleeping.”

a laugh bubbles from his chest. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“there’s an angel in my bed,” you mumble, not able to stop yourself from grinning. “it can’t be real.”

“it’s a birthday miracle.” oscar pushes a few strands of hair out of your face. “open your eyes, sweetheart. i brought you something.”

your eyes meet his, and they’re full of something. warmth, adoration, love.

a light meets the corners of your eyes, and you unwillingly remove your eyes from oscar, taking in the tray he’s prepared.

"happy birthday, dear."

a tiny, white cake is placed on a plate right next to you, a bunch of candles messily pressed into it. your nose is met by the scent of the two cups of coffee standing next to it, still steaming hot.

“oscar…” you say, pulling yourself up to sit properly. “this is so sweet. you are so sweet.” you look over at him, your loving gaze being far more than enough to thank him.

“you need to make a wish,” he gestures toward the cake. “blow out the candles.”

you move the cake to sit between him and you, closing your eyes and making your wish; to always have him by your side.

the morning is spent much like many of your other mornings together, neither of you making a big deal of the day being special – because every day together is special.

mornings like these with him are unmatched. they’re spent chattering off about anything and everything, your plans for the day and the cute puppy you saw on tiktok the other day, while not forgetting to cut each other off with quick pecks to the other’s lips every once in a while. they’re spent nestled against his side, skin pressed to skin, heartbeats in perfect harmony. and this particular morning is also spent feeding each other cake, drawing smileys onto each other's cheeks with whipped cream and giggling at your masterpieces.

there’s no pressure, no stress, no worries. just a birthday girl and her lover; their fingers, bodies and hearts intertwined.

[moraxsthrone]

Can I make a request for a chubby/thick! Reader xgenshin men?Alot of artists don't have much of this factor when it comes to writing for genshin so could you please take it into consideration?Thank you!!

yo i’m not even taking requests rn but i wanted to answer this one bc this is so valid?? And YES, chubby/thick!readers are SORELY underrepresented in most fandoms, sadly. all of our bodies are beautiful and should be celebrated and adored! i hope i did an okay job and didn't write anything unintentionally insensitive (if i did, lmk kindly, please). ♡

*ੈ♡⋆ pairings — diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, tighnari, zhongli (separate) x gn!chubby/thick!reader

*ੈ♡⋆ warnings — nsfw. mdni.

*ੈ♡⋆ diluc — idk why but I get the impression that diluc has a slight preference for a thick lover? like, he would def prefer someone with extra meat on their bones. he likes biting the fat of your inner thighs, leaving a trail of spit all the way to your juicy sex before sucking you into his hot mouth.

*ੈ♡⋆ itto — i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: this oni LOVES a thick lover! he NEEDS something to grab onto when he’s plowing into you from behind like a demon in heat. and he has to keep looking away from your ass bc watching it ripple with every impact of his hips nearly has him filling you up with his oni seed.

*ੈ♡⋆ kaeya — kaeya is (among other things) a body worshipper fight me. feeling the plush of your thighs squeezing his hips as he rocks them into your core will have him muttering sweet praises in your ear about how much harder his cock is getting bc your soft thighs are riding his.

*ੈ♡⋆ thoma — sweet, sweet thoma is so loving and respectful. he loves to hear you praise him for his cooking skills, but loves hearing you whine his name while he's filling you up with his cock even more. he thinks your tummy is so cute, especially as it rubs against his when he's got your knees bent over his arms and he's splitting you open around his pretty dick.

*ੈ♡⋆ tighnari — idk why but i get the feeling nari loves to fuck those luscious thighs of yours until your skin is slick with his pre and he's biting his lip to fight back his whiny moans. then, just before he cums, he pushes his cock inside you and fucks you with shallow, stuttering thrusts as his warm cum floods your hole. you haven't even gotten to cum yet but before you can huff in frustration, nari buries himself balls deep and fucks you properly. don't worry, your needy fox boy won't be done with you anytime soon.

*ੈ♡⋆ zhongli — this mangod is so fucking refined in his tastes that he sees the true beauty beyond the surface of everything, from inanimate stones to living creatures. he has seen and loved all body types bc it's the quality of a person's character that he finds most attractive. so when he's pumping his thick geo cock in and out of your walls, he's making love to every part of you. he's kissing every dimple, grabbing every fold, and leaving his marks along your plump thighs bc every inch of your exquisite body is just as much a part of you as your rich mind, heart, and soul.

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[pinkishpearls]

cocky

sub!chris x dom!fem!reader

tw: smut | teeniest bit of fluff | overstimulation | masturbation (male!recieving) | riding

me, chris, nick and matt were right now filming a new video for their youtube channel and they kindly asked if i wanted to join. as i was chris’s girlfriend, people loved me, so i wasn’t hesitant to say yes.

we went totally off topic throughout half of it, talking about random shit like cookies or our favourite drinks to debating and arguing. arguing.

me and chris were currently in a funny heated argument. me and him throwing insults at each other. but the thing that was ticking me off most was chris being cocky which rather annoyed me. i don’t like it when chris gets over cocky, the attitude really annoys me and it’s as if his ego gets bigger and bigger. of course this was a big joke and i shouldn’t be taking it serious, but maybe i should tell him off. at home.

at home

matt drops me and chris at my place. waving bye to both brothers, us both walk into my house. it’s like chris could read my mind, because as i was thinking about the cockiness chris was throwing at me during our jokingly heated argument we were having in the car, he brings it up.

“our argument was so funny, hm?” he says as we walk into my room, he plops his stuff from the car on my table before he takes of his shorts and his shirt, leaving him in his boxers as that’s how he likes to chill.

the way his hair falls perfectly back as he plops himself onto my bed. the way his boxers hug his dick and his ass perfectly… i felt a wet spot between my thighs, the same wet spot i felt when i was horny. i knew what i was doing to punish him for his cockiness.

“you were rather cocky in that argument.” i state before i take all the fabric off of me, except for my panties, which hug my hips and ass tightly, and before i knew it, a tent had appeared in chris’s boxers.

“y-yeah” he breathes out. “sorry about that. did you mind?” he asks.

“no…but i feel like you should know your place”

i noticed his face flush bright red as i walk over to the bed and crawl over him. i straddle his waist in a position id do if i was riding him, and lean down. i place harsh but pleasurable kisses on his neck, occasionally hitting his sweet spot, behind his ear lobe. he moaned out as he gripped my hips, he was a sucker for oral pleasure.

“i think you should get taught a lesson..hm?” i whisper seductively as he whimpers and nods his head in response. with his consent, i pull his boxers off along with my panties as i sit back on his dick, he moaned out again in response.

“n-need it so bad. please” he breathes out again, the plead in his eyes did it for me, and before he knew it, i has switched my position to sit on his legs as i pumped his cock harshly.

the most pornographic moans had escaped his plump-from-kissing lips. i was eager to cum, but my end goal was for him to be overstimulated, for him to “learn his lesson”

“o-oh fuuck!” he cursed out, unintentionally bucking his hips up which i slam back down. he moans loudly in response.

“stay still or i swear chris, i’ll edge you for hours.” i threaten as i giggle slightly and he smiles into his moans. we could never keep up the seriousness during sex, it was either one of us cracking up joke.

chris started to get more jittery, him constantly warning me he was about to cum.

“m-mph im abo-out to c-cum!” he stutters out, overtaken by pleasure as white liquid shoots out of him and onto my hands.

i don’t stop pumping his cock even if my hand was cramping up, all i want for him to do is to shake underneath me.

“sh-shit so sensitive…FUUCK!” he whines out as he orgasms again onto my hands. he eyes widen as he watches me lean over and sit on his dick.

“w-what are you doing ma? i’m soo sensitive!”

“the lesson isn’t over yet”

“w-what?”

“the lesson isn’t over yet.”

“o-oh right.” i sink down more on his dick, he’s not in me yet, but it’s enough to get him going. he moans out again, lewd sounds escaping his mouth as his grip tightens on my hips. his hips buck up as i moan from the pressure, this isn’t enough to make me cum but from the sensitivity he developed, it was. it certainly was as my thighs and my pussy were covered in fresh cum which was produced from a overstimulated chris beneath me.

“ooooh sh-shit! shit im at your mercy” he exclaims as his back arches up from the pleasure.

“chris i still need to cu-“

“please! pleasee do whatever you want to me! i’ll be y-your good boy. h-holy fuck p-uh-uh-please use me” he whines out through his orgasm.

i sink down onto his dick as he cries out in pleasure, it was too much for him but he was still taking it.

“my f-fucking good boy” i moan out as i ride, chasing my orgasm. my eyes were screwed shut as i row back and fourth, begging for release.

“OH-oh shiiit!” another orgasm hit chris like a bus.

“so-so much!” he cries out, tears invading his waterline from the overstimulation.

“you can take it chris, c-c’mon. just let me come im almost. a-almost gonna-“ i was cut off by my own orgasm. as i ride my high, i pull of chris and plop myself beside him.

his breathing was heavy, very heavy, but the sight i was seeing was very hot. his hair was slightly stuck to his forehead and his face was flushed red. his chest rose up and down and his lower abodemen was covered in a mix of both of our juices. i was in awe.

“you ok, chris?” i giggle out.

“fuck you mean ok? i just orgasmed like…5 times!” he bring his sweating hand to my face and pops up 5 fingers. i laugh as i roll over and bury my head into the crook of his neck, which was marked up by my hickeys.

[rickittys]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

a/n: a continuation of this post with our lovely bambin :3

✓ can’t get over the idea that he would love being ridden and babied at the same time, cooing praises against his skin. “wanna make you feel so good. just gonna sit here and make you cum so much,” you moaned while bouncing on his lap. moments of softness where you briefly brush his bangs out of his faces, gently peck his shaking lips while milking every last drop of cum from his throbbing dick. clenching around them sooooo much. “always such a good boy… i love you”. would have him shooting inside you immediately.

✓ him lazily watching as you lie forward onto him while barely being able to lift yourself off his length with how tired u are. “gyu-gyuvin pelase..please help i wanna cum hurts so much please help,” you babbled. smiling against your lips, he murmurs a sweet of course before shoving himself into you from below. ur jaw drops from a silent scream, he’s so fucking huge, tip kissing your toe-curling spot over and over. “gonna make you cum so much, what my good girl deserves,” he’d grunt.

✓ dry humping… one of his favorites me thinks. grinding until both ur pants are soaked. he whines sm , more often than not gets so desperate from the friction that he just has to sheath himself in your warmth. :( while you’re seeing stars from adjusting to him, he’d be so sweet not realizing how big he is.

✓ trying out pro bone was one of the best things you both could’ve ever done. writhing underneath and crying as he’s so focused on making you cum. here near delirious from just how deep in your guts he reaches. presses messy kisses along your spine and nape as he pounds faster chasing both of your highs. “f-fuck i’m so close baby augh feels so good so tight for me.” loves when you start arching your ass to meet his thrusts while you shriek from pleasure. 

✓ mini dick analysis! long and thick as FAWK he is packing! might have a thick vein underneath that’s so sensitive when u lick at it. literally the most adorable boy but hes so huge dude. leaks like he’s drooling when he’s excited and horny. thickest tip that has your legs jumping from the slightest penetration. loves to tease you with it too, especially when you’ve been begging or bratty.

✓ size training is a must. even after you’re adjusted to his girth, you still quite literally feel split open. he’d def poke at the belly buldge- “does it hurt? i don’t wanna hurt you but you feel so good..can i move yet?” he asked, concerned. and how could you say no to those eyes? he’d promise to go slow and keep a steady pace even if it made him throb and your eyes roll. was elated when you began asking him to thrust faster over time, having the bed shaking.

✓ now gyuvin definitely unintentionally overstimulates you both more often than not. you could be holding hands and he’d start getting ideas… he adores any sort of physical touch he gets with you and getting the chance to stir your insides makes him feel endearingly connected with you. he has a hard time pulling away and saying stop to himself but with you and your wetness? on his tongue, coating his dick- his senses are numbed and he only wants to get drunk on you. whether it’s you or himself tapping out, he smiles boyishly from any time ur intimate.

© 2023 rickittys

[monsterinmyboxers]

can you do a ftm konig or ghost and they get filled? If not then at ok.

⠀⠀ full.

pairing. ftm könig x top male reader.

dni. minors and fem-aligned.

author’s note. you’re gay

content. established relationship, reader has no chill, vaginal penetration, praise, overstimulation, creampie, afab terms used, short, not proofread.

he envies your lack of shame.

so forward, you are, looking at him with predatory intent — like you want to devour him.

everyone could tell, it’s not like you try very hard to hide it. so when you pull könig away from a crowd, they don’t ask questions.

that’s something könig is very thankful for, keeping himself from experiencing any more embarrassment.

and oh, how you love when he’s embarrassed. shyly peeking down at you with a dark blush hidden beneath his mask, watching as you rub him through his underwear.

“you’ve soaked your boxers, baby. have i not given you enough attention?” you speak, voice low, not waiting too long as you pull off the wet fabric. his cunt glistened, and you didn’t dare let his slick go to waste. you lick along his hole, to his clit, taking in a shaky breath as you taste him. you flick your tongue back and forth against his cock, königs thighs trembling from the stimulation.

he wanted to close his legs, to hide, but he couldn’t as you held him down, teasing his pussy with your mouth. he was spread wide, on display for you, and he couldn’t be any more aroused and bashful at the same time. he attempts to muffle himself, his noises adding to the ongoing humiliation — as if he didn’t like it.

you chuckle softly, placing a gentle kiss onto his dick before pulling away. you couldn’t ignore your hard on any longer, deciding to quicken things up a bit.

your middle and ring finger guide themselves from his inner thigh to his heat, but könig would stop you before you got any further.

“i, i already..” he couldn’t even finish the sentence, not making any eye contact whatsoever, unless it was with your bulge. jesus, you could feel yourself twitch.

“oh, baby,” your palm grips the meat of his ass, making him stifle a squeal. “you can’t just say shit like that.” your free hand pulls both your pants and underwear down, könig whining as he saw and felt your cock press between his hips. you’d drool down onto your length, using both his pussy and your spit to lube yourself.

you grind your dick against his, even slapping your tip on his hole, which clenched around nothing. eventually, you’d give him what you both craved, slowly sinking inch after inch into him. once you bottomed out, you lean down, lifting his face covering and connecting your lips with his.

strong legs would wrap around your waist, arms clinging to your upper body, at times unintentionally squeezing his walls around you. you give shallow thrusts, his limbs holding you down. yet you didn’t mind too much, you could hear those high pitched whimpers that he desperately attempted to keep down, biting his lower lip.

“loosen up, sweet thing.” you whisper near his ear, or where you assumed it was, könig instantly obeying. he was putty in your hands, and on your dick.

you shift a bit, reaching down and using your thumb to play with his clit. he lets out incoherent mumbles, only word you’re able to make out is ‘need’.

next thing you know, he was convulsing and coming around your girth. seems the prep did a number on him. how cute. you don’t pay his orgasm any mind, the drags of your cock inside him growing more intense, balls slapping his dripping folds.

he grips onto your biceps, muscles contracting as his back arched off the bed, the overstimulation effecting him immediately. he says your name, frantic, you shushing him. “i’m close, sweetheart. you’re doing so good f’ me, hold out a little longer.” your voice was so calm, soothing, resulting in him becoming a whiny mess but complying either way. könig will never understand how you can stay so unfazed — especially now, with him clamping onto you like a vise.

he mumbles curses in german, clawing at your arms with dull nails. the pain only added to your pleasure, hips drilling themselves into your beloveds cunt. you put your entire weight into every thrust, his legs resting on your shoulders with your head shoved in the crook of his neck.

that coil in the pit of your stomach tightened, and there was not much time between the warning and your climax, your teeth digging into his skin whilst you painted his insides white.

könig lets out of satisfied moan, his small smile being exposed as you lift his mask once more, kissing his lips with a soft sigh.

you pulled away, letting his legs rest back into the mattress, you both melting into the sheets.

a minute passed, and only pants filling the air, besides a breathy gasp as you tug yourself out of him. you gulp softly, looking at the cum, your cum, leaking from him.

“you’re.. uh, on pills, right?” you could hear him snicker. “mhm.”

[waywardblazer]

Anger is a Powerful Emotion

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Warning(s): Angst - technically it’s more strong violence, fluff, implied smut

Word count: 1.5k

Summary/Prompt: You’ve kept your anger buried but it’s forcing itself to the surface and you can no longer ignore it. Who better to help you let it out than Klaus Mikaelson?

A/N: This better reach the right people! It was written at 3am but I edited as much as possible

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There it was again. That undesirable feeling of a burning flame rising from deep within.

You feared it would consume you and it took every ounce of your internal strength to fight off the urge to scream and punch the nearest wall.

For years, you had constantly bottled up your anger anytime you felt it. It didn’t matter what the cause was, you just had a habit of pushing it down and writing it off as nothing.

Maybe that was because it had been expected of you given you were seen as the sweet, happy and innocent young human among the immortal family you lived with. Either way you rarely allowed yourself to explode. Especially not in front of others.

This time however, was different. Nothing major had triggered it. In fact, it was the smallest inconvenience that came with getting your password wrong that had you feeling like you were about to burst.

You tossed your phone, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to take an exasperated breath.

There was a faint knocking sound. “Are you alright, love?” A familiar British voice spoke.

You looked up to see Klaus standing in the doorway. He looked concerned as he studied you from where he stood.

“I’m fine.” You snapped unintentionally, taking another deep breath but the burning flame inside of you failed to ease.

Klaus frowned, stepping inside the room. “You’re not, what’s happening?” He asked more sternly.

“Go away Klaus.” You wrapped your hand around your wrist, clenching so hard that your nails dug into your flesh enough to cause a sharp stinging pain.

Your breath came on shallowly as you turned away to look out the window that overlooked the streets of New Orleans. You tried to steady your breathing but your eyes burned with tears and you had to fight back the urge to let them fall.

Anger curled hot and persistent in your gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn you from the inside out. The more you tried to push it down the more determined it seemed to want to burst out of you.

“I said. I’m fine.” You snarled through gritted teeth.

Klaus must have caught onto the situation because, without another word he strolled over to the other side of the room where the fireplace was and grabbed a stake from the metal bucket beside it. He then vamp sped over, appearing in front of you.

Any sane person would say that violence was never the answer, but this was Klaus Mikaelson. He dealt with his anger and let it out by either daggering, lighting things on fire, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies and victims or never passing up the opportunity to violently kill anyone in his path.

“Take it.” The hybrid instructed.

Your head was spinning too much to question him so you did, snatching the stake out of his hand. You clutched it tightly, but still remained frozen in place. Your body trembled as your blood boiled inside of you.

“Come on Y/N, have at it. You know you want to.” He challenged, a slight grin tugging at the edge of his mouth.

Your jaw was tense and nostrils flared, but your instincts told you to resist. You had spent years fighting every urge to lash out and naturally, you felt it was wrong to start now.

Klaus leant forward so he was eye level with you. “Let. Go.” He commanded, in a low growl.

You finally gave in and let out a yell of frustration. You swung the piece of wood with a surprisingly tremendous amount of force, striking Klaus right across the face. You didn’t think twice before you struck him again, causing him to stumble backwards a little.

“Yes love! Keep going! Let it out!” Klaus barked encouragingly, wiping the blood from his mouth and regaining his composure.

You dropped the stake, your vision blurred to red and you let out a growled yell as you shoved him aggressively against the wall. You threw several blows to the Hybrid’s stomach. They weren’t perfect but they were fuelled with pure rage so they were powerful enough to knock the air out of him.

For a human you were quite strong.

He allowed you to flip him onto the ground—you weren’t a vampire so he helped—pinning him down. You reached over and seized the stake you’d previously dropped.

Your eyes were blazing and tears were now streaming down your face as you raised the stake high above your head. Your hand shook, as your body appeared to hesitate your next moves.

Klaus let out a wheezed chuckle. “Do it.”

“I—I can’t.” You whimpered, momentarily torn between fighting the overwhelming anger urging you to finish the job or giving into it.

He flashed his golden-amber wolf eyes and simultaneously the black veins spread just under them. “Yes you can! You can’t kill me, love. Don’t fight it.”

You let out what sounded like a mixture of a sob and a growl followed by a primal scream that ripped through your throat as you gripped the weapon with both hands and plunged the stake straight into his chest, only narrowly missing his heart.

The hybrid beneath you let out a choked gasp as blood oozed from his mouth. He groaned as you quickly yanked it out, tossing it aside. Blood flowed out of the wound, yet he forced himself to sit up, resting his back up against the nearby wall.

“You’re quite the little fighter.” He commended.

Your vision returned to normal and you let out a hushed sniffle as your breathing slowly tried to regulate itself.

“Feel better, love?” Klaus asked slightly breathless.

As you took a moment to process, you noticed the weight that had been lifted from your chest and the rising temperature sensation had eased.

“Y-Yeah, I…do.” You murmured, sounding a little more surprised than you’d hoped. You looked up at him, face tear stained and exhausted.

He smiled sweetly, a quiet sigh of relief leaving him as he allowed you to lean against him. His shirt was now bloody but the wound had already healed. He began gently tracing your skin, the way he knew you liked it.

“Why do I get like this?” You whispered, your heart rate slowing and your body relaxing under his touch.

Klaus gently kissed the top of your head. “According to Camille, anger is a powerful emotion and is not meant to be suppressed.” He explained. “I believe it has something to do with adrenaline and triggering the flight or fight response.”

You giggled and stared up at him with adoring eyes. Of course he had taken that away from one of the many times the psych major had psychoanalysed him. “You spend too much time with Cami.” You pointed out.

Klaus shook his head and chuckled. “Perhaps you’re right.” He pulled you a little closer. “Okay then, let me tell you what I think.” He murmured. “From my experience, anger is forged when you wish to no longer feel a certain pain. It is often the way we respond to oppression or when we don’t understand something and is what happens when we desire to feel an ounce of control over something we have no control of. If kept buried, it burns away inside of you like some volcano ready to explode. You cannot deny yourself the right to express and release that otherwise it will lead to ruination.”

He then gently turned your head so you were forced to look up at him. His expression was bound and determined. “Listen to me love, if you ever feel on the verge of bursting again, come to me. Do not allow it to control you as it controls me. But I beg of you, to do your best to not let it get to this point again, find a release that is more healthy.”

“Says the hybrid who basically invented anger issues.” You teased, “but how might I do that?”

Klaus scoffed. “If I knew the answer to that, I’d tell you, but I assure you that Cami would have thousands of suggestions that she would be more than willing to share with you.”

You nodded, sitting up. “She’d probably advise me not to let you help me because a Mikaelson is never the best at dealing with their own anger issues.”

“Well, she’d be right.” The hybrid replied begrudgingly.

You smiled softly, staying silent for a moment while you simply admired him.

“Klaus?” You eventually hummed, catching his attention. “Thank you.”

He beamed, eyes soft and loving. “You have always been the one to quell my rage, I am pleased I could do the same for you.”

He made a move to get up, but you placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back against the wall, closing your eyes and leaning down into a kiss.

When you pulled away a gentle smirk was tugging at the corners of your lips. “I like an angry Mikaelson though.” You whispered.

“Is that right love?” Klaus asked, grinning as he slinked an arm around you.

You nodded, then let out a yelp as he suddenly vamp sped you over to the bed so that within a second he was on top of you.

You stared up at him, biting your lip as he revealed his hybrid eyes and exposed his sharp fangs in a grin that would naturally terrify anyone. But not you.

“Then let me return the favour and allow me to show you how I release my anger.”

[forever-rogue]

with how much grogu wants a pet, can I request a cute story where reader is an animal/pet shelter owner that din meets on one of his longer pitstops.

they meet when grogu unintentionally helps catch one of the pets that got away from the shelter. din helps her out for as long as he’s there and persuaded by you (and a team up with his son) allows grogu to keep a pet which allows him to grow closer to you as he frequently calls you to ask question on how to take care of grogu’s new pet

thank you 💕 (and I also join in with the clownery 😂😭)

AN | It’s been a while, but I’m glad to be back with the green bean and tin can 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.8k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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“Lillia, don’t look at me like that,” you scratched the loth cat’s ear before giving her a playfully serious look, “you’ve had enough snacks to last a week.”

She made a sound of discontent and curled up in her little window seat, flicking her tail. You couldn’t help but laugh at her, she was always so sassy. You went around your shop, greeting all of your animals along the way and giving them each a special treat. You didn’t keep many pets in the shop, only a few that you’d found and rescued, waiting for the perfect person to come and adopt them.

“You’re looking extra colorful today Isa,” the small, bright blue and green bird-like creature chirped happily before jumping down from her perch and landing on your shoulder. You stroked her beak before holding up some seed to her, “a special little treat for you today.”

From across the shop you heard a small howl from Jado as he waited for you to greet him. You picked up a treat just for him. When the floppy eared and wrinkly hound saw you walk up, he wagged his tail a few times, a hard thump thump thumps on the tile floor. Crouching down you gave him a few pats before offering him the bone, “there you go, my best boy.”

Once you made your rounds to the rest of the animals, you went back to the front and propped the door open and flipped the sign in the window. It was a cool spring morning, and the streets were ready bustling with people. You liked that Anbediha; it was always so full of life with plenty of people coming and going. 

You expected that particular day to be just like any other day. You had no clue that it would somehow become one of the best days of your life. 

It all happened that afternoon when Sheiba, the small but sneaky little vulptex, had managed to outsmart (you’d never admit that though) you and sneak out of the shop. She was terribly sweet but also shy and you always worried about someone using that to take advantage of her.

“Oh no,” was the only thing that managed to get out as you looked at her empty and the open shop door. Normally she wasn’t a runner but she did enjoy the cool spring days and playing outside. Granted, you had promised to take her out later…later just hadn’t meant her going by herself. You quickly sprang into action though, not wanting anything to happen to one of your friends, “you guys stay here and keep an eye on the place and I’ll find Sheiba, okay?”

The rest of your small brood looked at you, blinking with wide eyes as you sighed softly. You hoped they understood what you were saying; they often seemed like they didn’t really know what you were saying but they definitely did. They often gave themselves away. 

You grabbed the keys and closed the shop, flipping the sign in the door to say back soon! before stepping into the street to begin your quest to find her. It was already busy out and your heart constricted at the idea that she could be scared, “alright, if I was a vulptex where would I go?”

She liked to play and run around on your nimble legs, so you figured the park was a logical place to look. You started to briskly walk over there, before deciding to just run instead. You weren’t even sure how long she’d been gone…all the possibilities…but no. You weren’t going to panic just yet. 

Much to your chagrin, she wasn’t at the park or in the surrounding area. You walked through the streets, calling out her name and hoping desperately that she’d just turn up. After over an hour of looking and you were still empty handed and ready to cry. You walked around to the food district, hoping that maybe she just wanted a snack. 

At first you didn’t see her, but when you felt like your heart couldn’t sink any lower, you heard it. She had a soft, sweet little bark and you’d know that sound anymore. 

“Sheiba?!” you started rushing towards the source of the sound, ready to fight if you needed to, “leave her alone!”

But…the situation you stumbled upon was entirely different than anything you had expected. You blinked a few times, almost as if trying to decide whether this was a dream or reality, “a Mandalorian?”

The man - or so you assumed - turned to look at you and you held each other’s gaze for a few moments before you heard a small cooing sound. You shifted your eyes away from the shiny Mandalorian to the Sheiba and found a small creature standing next to her. Relief flooded through your veins at the realization that she was okay, and then curiosity took over. 

You’d never seen anything like the small green creature before, with its sweet face, big ears, and little brown robe. It reached out up and gently patted Sheiba’s side, gurgling away happily; whatever he or she was, they were definitely a child of sorts. The vulptex turned to the creature and licked its face before wagging happily. 

“Is she yours?” the man’s voice, you’d been correct in your assumptions, cut through your thoughts as you turned back to him. He seemed so broad and intimidating but you could tell that he wasn’t going to hurt you. You nodded mutely before opening and closing your mouth a few times, “she was at the park but followed us. Wasn’t sure she had an owner.”

“I…it’s a long….you’re a Mandalorian?” you hadn’t meant to blurt out the question but you were so curious. You’d never seen one in person before and equated them to mostly myth and legend. You heard him make a small sound of amusement before he nodded.

“I am,” he confirmed as your face warmed up in embarrassment, “the kid, he’s my…Grogu…?”

“He’a Grogu?” you hadn’t heard of that species before. 

“No, his name is Grogu,” he explained as the kid you now knew was called Grogu chirped happily at him. You swore you could feel the man’s expression softening for him, “he’s my…kid.”

“Grogu,” you repeated softly as you waved at him, “it’s nice to meet you. And you too….?”

The man hesitated for a moment, shifting his weight between his feet almost as though he was weighing his options, “Din. Djarin. Din Djarin.”

“It’s nice to meet you Din Djarin,” you smiled softly before offering him your name, “Sheiba - she’s my vulptex. Well, I rescued her and she’s staying with me for now until she finds the perfect home. I kind of…rescue the strays and patch them up.”

“That’s kind of you,” he stated simply as you tried to shrug off the butterflies that had begun to flutter around in your stomach, “not many people do that.”

“Well, I’m just passing along the favor,” you couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like under the mask, not that you would ever ask, “looks like you did the same.”

“Just passing along the favor,” he repeated softly and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your features. A few more moments passed in which Grogu played with Sheiba, who despite her shy nature seemed taken with him. You didn’t necessarily want to leave but you decided that staying would have been worse. You weren’t supposed to find yourself gravitating so much to someone you’d barely met, “I guess we should let you get back.”

“Y-yeah,” you agreed, feeling rooted into place and decidedly not wanting to go, “I should get back to my shop. Come on, Shei - say bye to Grogu.”

Her ears flattened as she looked over at her new little friend, not wanting to leave him just yet. Funny how you were both feeling the same way, but after giving him a few nudges with her nose, she walked around to you and stood at your side. You reached down and scratched her ears in what you hoped was a reassuring manner.

“Come on kid,” Grogu seemed just as disappointed as Din picked him up, “I know.”

“Umm, I don’t know if you’re just passing through or not but if he wants to see her again or say bye or something feel free to stop in,” were you doing this for her benefit or yours? Both. Both worked, “it’s the shop between 6th and main - you can’t miss it.”

“Thank you,” and oh. You really liked the sound of his voice.

“Thank you for looking out for her,” you held up your hand in a meek little parting wave, “b-bye.”

You turned around to walk away before he could say anything, already feeling the disappointment in saying goodbye set in. You’d never experienced that with anyone or anything before. You hated it.

“I know,” you could sense her disappointment too, “I know.”

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A few days passed, this time without incident, before you saw Din and Grogu again. Truthfully you hadn’t been expecting to ever come across them again, but the pair practically burst into the shop. You were restocking some shelves and almost fell off your stepladder at the sudden commotion of Grogu and Sheiba seeing each other again.

But you didn’t fall or have to worry about any sort of injury because a strong pair of hands grabbed your waist. He set you back down, thoroughly planted on two feet again as you shared a look, “hello there.”

“Sorry for the…excitement,” he shrugged and you could sense that he was nervous, “he wanted to see his new friend again.”

And I wanted to see you. But he wasn’t about to say that just yet.

“Just in time,” you beamed at him and made his knees feel weak, “she’s been moping about for the last few days and I know it was because she was missing him.”

“There’s two peas in a pod,” he laughed, warm and rich and lovely, as he looked at the unlikely duo playing together, “never seen him so taken with anything before. Except frogs maybe…but that’s a whole other story.”

“I’d love to hear it sometime,” well then…your mouth was working faster than your brain and you wanted to wither away, “I just mean…if you’re planning on being around for a while or something. I dunno, I didn’t mean to…it’s just…you know what? I’m shutting up.”

“I’ll be here for a while.”

Apparently Din was going to be hanging out on Anbediha for some time. That was news to him as much as it was news to you. He hadn’t made any decisions until he’d seen your face light up when you mentioned wanting to hear the frog stories. And suddenly his mind was made up. 

“Oh,” you wondered if he was smiling back at you under the mask. He most definitely was, “that’s lovely, Din. I think you’ll really like the city and there’s so many things to do, and if you ever need a tour guide, I’d be more than happy to help.”

“Yeah?” you nodded eagerly, “I’d like that too.”

“And it’ll give Sheiba and Grogu a chance to hang out,” you looked over at the two of them and your heart melted. You could get used to the idea of having them in your life regularly, “and then you can tell me all those stories. I’m sure you’ve got plenty!”

“I do,” he agreed with a small chuckle, “plenty of those.”

“I think we’re going to be great friends, Din Djarin,” the small you offered him definitely made him want to be more than friends. 

“Me too,” he reached up over and touched your cheek with a gloved hand, causing pleasant shivers to run down your spine, “me too.”

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Turns out a while meant almost six months. It was much longer than he had anticipated, but he kept finding reasons to delay his leave, but he knew, and suspected that you knew as well, that you were the main reason. Not that either of you were complaining about that; your friendship had quickly blossomed and bloomed into more, more, more. 

Unfortunately, you were well used to the fact that the best things in life never seemed to last. You just hadn’t expected the reality of it all to come crashing down so far. 

“We have to leave in the morning,” he’d stated softly and you wondered if it was as hard on him as it was on you. It was. He sighed heavily, a trait you’d become accustomed to, “we won’t be for too long. I’m sorry.”

Or so he hopped. 

“Whatever are you sorry for?” you asked softly, “it’s not like we didn’t know this day wasn’t coming. You were supposed to leave a while ago and now it’s that time.”

“We’ll come back,” he fully intended on keeping that promise.

“Why?” you desperately wanted him to say it, “there’s no reason for that. You were just passing through.”

“We’ll be back,” he insisted firmly and that made your heart extremely happy, “I promise.”

“I’ll be here,” you promised in return, “I’m not going anymore.”

It was the small, sad sound that Grogu made that caught your attention as you and Din looked over at him and Sheiba. The two of them had become the best of friends and you knew that it would be hard for them to be apart. 

“I hate the idea that they’ll be apart,” Din mused quietly as you nodded, “I wish in a way that he could stay or she could come. They’re so attached.”

“Well, I know you’re not going to leave your kid behind,” you nudged him gently with your elbow, “and I don’t blame you. I know how close the two of you are after everything you’ve been through. But I have an idea.”

“Oh?” you could sense that he was raising an eyebrow at you, “tell me.”

“What if you took her with you?” you suggested; despite knowing you’d miss her like crazy it somehow felt like the right thing to do, “that way they’ll be happy and you’ll have to come back. Because I’ll want to see her again.”

“Just her?” he joked and you knew both the answer to that.

“Totally,” you blinked back a few tears that had welled up, “just her.”

“We’d make sure she comes back safe and sound,” he’d do anything in his power to keep Grogu and Sheiba safe. 

“Good,” you whispered, “I really want her back safe.”

“She’ll be back.”

“I know,” you couldn’t help yourself as you pulled him into a hug, armor and all, “come back safe, Din.”

He hugged you back and you could hear him sigh lightly, “soon.”

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It had been close to a year since they’d been gone. Not that you were counting or anything…you were totally counting. Despite them being gone, you’d still managed to get to talk to them regularly, especially when Din had questions about caring for Sheiba. Sometimes you thought he might have just been calling to ask some of his silly little questions as an excuse to talk to you. And that’s totally what he was doing, and he had no shame in that. He missed you way more than he ever thought he would. More than he ever thought was humanly possible.

But he’d promised you that he’d be back and he was a man of his word. And you wanted to believe him, even if you lost a little bit of hope day by day. 

Your hope was restored one random, stormy afternoon.

Business had been slow due to the weather and you’d only had a few customers stop in. You’d pretty much closed up shop for the day, but stopped when you heard the bell over the door twinkle. 

“Oh sorry, I’m closing,” you turned around to apologize but stopped at the sight of your newest customers. Before you could say anything else, you ran over to him and threw your arms around him without hesitation, “Din!”

You relaxed when you felt him hugging you back, unbothered by the layer of armor between the two of you. When you pulled back you found the small creatures at his feet, “Sheiba! Grogu!”

You crouched down and hugged the two of them. It felt so good to see them all, so right. It didn’t hit until now just how much you’d missed them. Terribly so. 

“I promised we’d be back,” it sounded like he was getting choked up as well, “and here we are. If you want us to be here, that is.”

“I do,” you insisted, “I really do.”

[merakiui]

thinking so many thoughts about single father trey. orz

single father trey who is doing his best to run a bakery while also taking care of his kids. single father trey who, despite always being tired and exhausted 24/7, greets you with a refreshing smile when you come in every sunday morning for a pastry. single father trey who becomes awkwardly flustered when his kids are helping out at the register and they try to give you the “best papa in the world” sales pitch (i.e. selling trey to you in hopes that the two of you will fall in love and get married, and then his kids can see their papa truly happy again). single father trey who starts to admire you in secret.

or alternatively: single father trey obsessing over you, the cute helper who works at his bakery. his children will never be able to tell that their father’s new interest in you is unhealthy; they think it’s true love ripped right from the sweetest fairy tale and they’re so eager to witness it unfold. they even unintentionally enable trey’s bad behaviors when they draw family portraits and include you on the page or when they take walks through your neighborhood with trey and point out all of the pretty houses and how they want to live in one with you. 

single father trey who keeps you locked away in the quaint apartment above the bakery, soothing you when you panic and squirm, always preparing the most delicious meals and sweets for you in hopes that you’ll eventually come to reciprocate (he’ll add a love potion in if he absolutely must). single father trey who, when you tearfully beg him to let you go and ask why he’s doing this to you, calmly tells you that this is for his family’s sake. he loves you and so do his children, and hopefully one day you’ll feel the same. 

single father trey who condemns you to a never-ending game of house in his pursuit of a very crooked, one-sided love. it doesn’t help that he treats you like one might treat a child: so incredibly, irritatingly patient, talking slowly and smoothly, using simple words and phrases that any child could understand (“i know you’re upset, but let’s remember to use our indoor voice.” or “let it all out. it’s okay to cry, sweetheart. i’m here for you.” or “i know this isn’t fair, but if you can calm down i’ll make you your favorite.”) he always has a plate of cookies and a glass of milk waiting when you wake from your naps, your eyelashes tacky with still-drying tears. 

you feel so infantilized in his presence, especially when he has you lie down for nap time when you say the meanest things to him, or when he wipes your tears away, presses his forehead to yours, and validates your feelings in the softest whispers.

trey is not cruel, nor is he violent. he is sweet and patient, and that is arguably far more frustrating than a foul temper. 

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

I’m soo in love with your writing! Could I request a fic where vamp Tav had a cruel master too prior to being infected by the tadpole. However instead of being very guarded and practiced like Astarion, they’re just fearful of most things. And Tav starts to cling to Astarion because he’s the only one who understands what she went through. Give me all the angst lol

Crying in my cry these wounds will not heal CRRYY lol

Rated: M

Warnings: vampirism, killing, angsty, manipulation (unintentionally), degradation

Dependent.

Ten years of constant isolation, of darkness within your cell, tortured and forced to drink the blood of people. Ideally, it takes seven years to break the mind of a strong-willed person, lucky for your master it only took two years. You broke the moment he turned you, he just had to clear the rubble and start building the ideal foundation of what he wanted from you: Complete dependence on him.

When you escaped, you nearly turned back on the first night before you were kidnapped by the Mind Flayers.

You have no idea how to be a vampire, that information was kept a secret. The rules, the customs, even the basic taste of feeding on mortals was never told to you. You drank blood from bottles or cups, you ate solid foods for the most part. Your master supplied everything…

When you tried to feed on a mouse or on Astarion, all you felt was both the pain of not feeding your hunger and the guilt. You are a monster, a monster who needs help like a newborn baby.

Which makes you frustrated, angry, and goddamn weak.

Worse is such behaviors then bleed into your interactions with the kindred. This dependency on Astarion.

The blood wine of a boar, a rat, a bear; animal blood is not as sweet as humanoid blood. And though you are grateful for being able to now function, your beast demands true subsidence.

Then you killed a Gur, a monster hunter.

Rather, Astarion had his fun then you both fed on the poor hunter. Gods, the sated feeling, the beast pleased to finally consume a worthy prey.

"Need something– Oh~, how cute." The beast craved more. Greedy. Insatiable. Your mouth shared the taste of fresh blood with Astarion as if it were natural to seek out the pleasures of the flesh.

It didn't get that far though, you pulled away before you made Astarion do something he probably doesn't want with someone like you.

"I thought you didn't like me."

You asked after saving the tieflings and destroying the heads of the goblin camp (goblins included).

"Now if I didn't like you, dear, we wouldn't have our pact."

Kill his master, he kills your master. The bonus is he is willing to teach you how to be a proper vampire (which is hard for him because you insist on having some moral code when it comes to feeding on people).

There was no sex that night. You are too shy. He found you after the party by chance on the outskirts of the camp, where you played your lute as you sang a song.

A sad one from what he can tell from the tune.

The lyrics are equally painful, vague with flowery words, yet the pain is there.

"You want to join me?" You say after finishing your song, "Thought you would be in the arms of someone by now." He sits beside you with his back facing the river, attention on you.

Astarion stays with you that night, you don't know why nor does he. It is like this bond between you two, kindred in blood bound by necessity. When the tadpoles are dealt with, you want to remain with him though you are not sure if he will let you.

The thought of offering yourself to be his spawn has crossed your mind… He will be a vampire lord if he kills Cazador and drinks his blood. You have no idea about where your master could be, but Astarion is strong. Stronger than you and could kill him.

Dependent.

You wish you weren't but you are at a disadvantage with the only advantage is keeping Astarion by your side. It hurts to be like this, using someone you would like to be friends with, you swear to make it up to him during this adventure!

[zoromuse]

Hello, hope you’re doing well :) May I request prompt 21 for Trafalgar Law? Preferably for f!reader <3

Trafalgar Law + “I can’t hear you, c’mon use your words like a good girl”

cw. f!reader, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), squirting

wc. 0.4k

a/n. just realized i wrote the same trope/plot for two of these requests so… anyways. happy valentines day and thank u for requesting!!

It’s too much.

His hot tongue, sucking on your clit and lapping up all your juices, eager to drink every drop of your essence. His fingers, tattooed “E” and “A” on his right hand prodding at the same spot that has you moaning for more. It’s all too much.

You’ve already cum twice, your mind close to numbness from all the pleasure, and his mind is closed around the idea of coaxing another orgasm out of you, focusing on repeating all the movements that make you cry out his name the loudest.

“N-no more, please!” you whine, the same hands that had been pushing his head against you earlier were now pulling on his hair to try and get him to stop. “Can’t- fuck!”

“Can’t what? hm?” he asks, teasing you for being so fucked out you can’t even form a proper sentence.

He latches his lips on your clit, sucking and looking up to see you throw your head back in pleasure. You bite your lip back, muffling the moans he’s luring from you.

“I can’t hear you, c’mon use your words like a good girl” he says, though it sounds more like a command.

“Can’t c-cum anymore, please-!” you say, a few tears rolling down your cheeks while you squirm under his hold, his hand on your stomach as he keeps you from moving too much.

“I’m sure you have one more in there, give it to me” he says before going back to messily eating you out, rolling your clit under his tongue as the obscene sounds filling the room. “You’re gonna give it to me, ‘cause you’re such a good girl, right? My good girl?”

It’s a good thing your mind is too foggy to think, too saturated with the pleasure of his tongue and fingers to be embarrassed about the fact he only needs to do a little bit of sweet talking and the knot in your stomach is already snapping for the third time tonight, clenching around his fingers while you unintentionally spray him in the clear liquid of your orgasm.

Once you recover from your orgasm support your weight on your elbows to see the mess you made of his face, you’re sure the darkened gaze in his eyes is in spite of anger, maybe even annoyance. “I’m sorry! Sorry, I’ll get something to clean you u-”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Lay back down, I wanna see you do that again”.

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