#help please let me scape

[cursingtoji]

thinking about the first time toji gets to fuck you in your bedroom surrounded by stuffed animals. he knew you were a girly girl and he absolutely adored that about you, your always glossy lips, pink outfit and short skirts were what made him approach you at first.

being older and making more money than you, toji had a better apartment, a spacious and nicely located flat, so the first few encounters were always there until things started to get serious and he asked to go to your place tonight.

toji was far from surprised when you opened the door and he was welcomed to a colourful living room and a sweet vanilla smell, he noticed a couple teddy bears by the couch and a few action figures next to the tv, but as soon as you started to make out on the couch you got up and took him by the hand to your bedroom.

“woah” he let it scape when he saw all your plushies, the big ones were in the floor, a bunch on the shelves and a few more in the nightstand, “sweetheart are you sure this is your room and not a 6 year old’s?” he teased and chuckled when you slapped his chest.

“i like them okay? most of it is from those claws machines so it’s not like i spent crazy money on it…”

“oh yeah? and you got all of those in the first try?” he poked your waist as you laid down in your bed.

“well…” no you didn’t “never mind, kiss me please” you pulled him by his shirt and he placed his knee on the bed before hovering you.

“i’m not gonna support this addiction of yours, you know” he reached back and pulled his shirt off.

“shut up smoker” you giggled and proceeded to take your clothes off as well.

nights with toji usually escalated very quickly but that night he seemed more distracted and a bit uneasy. when he finally had you on your hands and knees his pace was not as fast as normal, in fact he seemed to be shifting a lot.

“toji? you okay?” you asked looking over your shoulder, after pondering for a bit he replied firmly.

“we’re switching.”

“wha—“ before you could process he had already laid on his back and manhandled you onto his lap, “toji~” you whined.

“be a good girl and ride me” he slapped your ass as he helped you sit on his dick, and how could you deny when he bosses you around like that, “that way i don’t have to see those…” he murmured and slapped away some teddy bears in your nightstand. you stopped your movements and started to laugh.

“wait is that the reason?” you chuckled but one hard trust he gave you made you lose your balance and fall on his chest.

“there must be like a thousand eyes in this bedroom” he said looking around and massaging your waist to relieve his own tension.

“oh come on old man” you teased biting his lobe, “those thousand eyes watch me touch myself every time i think about you and you’re not around” that seemed to be enough to bring the big man back to his usual self. toji placed both his feet on the mattress and proceeded to fuck into you as you got up from chest to find a better position holding onto his flexed knees.

“and who gave you the right to touch my pussy huh?”

suddenly the stuffed animals were not a problem anymore.

[darlingdreadwrites]

Hi!! Could u maybe make a ticcy toby x male(or gn) reader and it's just super fluffy, lazily making out in his lap with neck and tummy kisses? It's ok if not tho :33

Have a nice day tho I luv ur writing<33!!

OF COURSE MY DARLING IM SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER!!! i've never written a male reader and it just ended up being gn reader, i hope that's not an issue

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

contains: fluff, kisses, love bites

word count: 746

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a.n: short and sweet for this cute little request

You’re honestly amazed that your lips haven’t numbed at this point. After what now feels like hours of slow, heated kisses, you thought they’d be a little too sore. But, instead, they just feel warm and tingly in the best way possible.

Not that it even matters anymore. Toby’s lips had wandered away from yours, and now they were pressed to your neck. Each kiss leaves a warm, damp trail across your skin. You swear you can feel the faintest hit of his breath as he lets out a quiet, satisfied hum against you. You wince when his teeth bite down on your clavicle a little too hard, likely due to a tic. He responds with an apologetic whimper, licking the unintended mark to soothe it (as if he doesn’t secretly enjoy leaving bite marks on you).

His hands keep you firmly planted in his lap as he nuzzles closer, grabbing at you – your thighs, your hips. His nose brushes the curve of your neck, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you. He hums in response, pressing a kiss just beneath your jaw, sending heat pooling low in your stomach. You let your head tilt to the side, granting him more access as your hands lightly scratch at his hair.

“You’re gonna wear me out,” you murmur, though there isn’t an ounce of compliant in your voice.

“F-five more… more min-minutes,” he whines, his words slightly muffled from his spot on your neck.

You huff in response, still feigning annoyance, but you know you’re not going anywhere. Not when he’s being like this – clingy and affectionate. Wanting to see his pretty face – and to torture him a little – you pull his head back by his hair. He moans, but it’s his lips that your eyes zone in on. His lips, already so red and swollen from all the kissing, curve into the faintest pout. Your gaze lingers on his flushed face – on the way his brows knit, on the way his eyes are still closed in anticipation. You know you’ll never get enough of him.

You press another unhurried, deliberate kiss to his lips, savoring the way his breath hitches and the pleased sounds you swallow. His lips move against yours in a lazy rhythm, warm and slightly chapped, but perfect all the same. You can feel the slight tremor in his breath every time you press closer, his mouth molding to yours. There is something desperate in the way he kisses you – like he could never get you close enough.

You feel his fingers curl into your sweater, holding you closer as his kisses become more insistent. He lets out a quiet, broken sound when your teeth scape against his lip, and you feel your stomach flip when his hand slips up your back. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt up your leg.

His kisses move again from your lips to your jaw, trailing down your neck in a languid, heated path. The transition from lips to neck was now seamless, his mouth moving with such ease that it leaves you breathless. The taste of him lingers in your tongue – faintly sweet – as his tongue glides against your neck again.

Toby lets out another small whine when you try to shift in his lap, his arms locking tighter around your waist. You’re about to tease him when your laugh turns into a startled gasp as Toby shifts beneath you, rolling you over onto the couch. Toby’s grin is unrepentant, his fingers skimming over your sides as he pushes your sweater up.

“Oops,” he mutters, the corners of his lips quirking up.

He leans to your lips to leave a quick kiss on your lips, pulling a giggle from you. He kisses the side of your mouth, nibbles at your jaw, and leaves a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His teeth scrape gently against your skin, followed by the soothing press of his tongue – leaving ticklish tingles in their wake. His hands continue their work, bunching up the soft fabric of your sweater.

When his lips finally reach your stomach, you can’t suppress the shiver the rips through you. Toby lingers there, kissing above your navel then over the sensitive skin just above your waistband. His nose brushes against you as he nuzzles closer.

“Toby,” you murmur as you squirm.

He glances up at you through his eyelashes. “Hmm?”

“Nothing,” you manage, though your heart feels impossibly full.

[dwaynedelight]

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With my blood, I’ll find your love.

Dwayne (The Lost Boys) x Female (Human) Reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ readers only! Unprotected sex, daddy kink, p & v sex.

MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3,285

Authors note: This was in my drafts for a longgg time enjoy my dwayne family <3! (Not edited)

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The boys had went off into the night in search for unfortunate souls.

It was naive of you to sneak off to the boardwalk all alone without the supervision of your boyfriend, if he found out about your escape, no doubt this would be the last time you'd ever step foot outside.

You'd always been rebellious, and that was a flaw Dwayne aimed to fix, he wished you'd be more obedient. He didn't understand why you had to test his patience so much, all he wanted was for you to let him take care of you, protect you, and please you, but he couldn't do that with your disobedience. You were fully aware of what Dwayne wanted and you truly did want all he said he'd do for you, but you also wanted freedom.

Dwayne remained delightful until he became like a shadow stalking your every move, you wanted to believe he meant well because you were completely enamoured by him, but lately it wasn't feeling like he really cared about your feelings.

Though the consequences of your actions were evident, that didn't stop you from stepping foot out of that dark depressing cave. You had made it all the way to the brightly lit busy boardwalk by feet, this was the perfect place to remain hidden.

Your heeled boots thudded against the wooden floor as you scaped the scene. You were overwhelmed with how much there was to do, you felt free at last! Finally you could have a night by yourself free from Dwayne.

The smell of popcorn filled your nostrils as you walked by a concession stand, your eyes watched as parents and kids waited in line to get treats, a teenage couple stood at the front as the employee handed them some cotton candy.  You smiled. Cotton candy! Exactly what you needed.

You'd gotten in the long line patiently waiting all because you wanted cotton candy. "Hey beautiful" a voice called out huskily from behind. Your body came to a halt, immediately turning to meet the voice.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you" They apologized.

You sighed with relief, a tall handsome man with dark long curly hair stood before you. He wore an aged leather jacket, silver jewelry, and skin-tight leather pants. He was intriguing, to say the least. 

You smiled. "No worries."

You had moved up to the front of the line faster than you'd expected. The employee had interrupted your conversation with the curly-haired man asking what you wanted. "Can I have some cotton candy?" you asked the young man. "That'll be 2.50" You nodded reaching for your purse.

"There you go," The man behind you said as he reached to give the guy the money.

"No you don't have to do that" You shook your head, but it was already too late the employee had took the money and handed you the cotton candy.

You sighed a "Thank you."

"Not a problem" He smiled. You didn't want to admit it but he was really handsome, and you couldn't help but notice his rockstar appearance. "I didn't catch your name" He replied waiting for your response.

"Im y/n" you smiled.

"That's a pretty name i'm stephen, may I ask what such a beautiful girl is doing here all alone?" You couldn't help but blush and you scoulded yourself for it.

"I just wanted to get some cotton candy." You laughed, pulling apart the pink fluffy candy.

"Do you have any other plans tonight?" He asked with a smirk. "Not really but I have to get back somewhere in a bit"  You sighed, It was true you didn't have much time left.

"Well if you'd like you could come watch me and my band play" His answer was smug and seemed confident that you'd accept. "What kind of band?" You asked thinking of the offer.

As you looked up to meet his eyes, your heart dropped. You had caught sight of a tall figure you knew far to well. Dwayne. He was standing about 30 feet away by the carousel.

His eyes were set on something else. "Fuck" you muttered, the cotton candy had slipped right through your hands.

Unbeknownst to you Dwayne had already been hot on your trail. Paul had snitched you out.

He had followed his prey down to the boardwalk when he saw you standing in line at the consetion stand, the blonde smirked already eager to tell his brother about this new founded information.

Dwayne wanted to believe paul was lying, for your own good. You knew better, he thought. His excuses for you came clashing down on him like daggers as he stepped foot on the boardwalk.

When dwayne's eyes focused on you he was prepared to let this little incident go, he wanted to be reasonable until a man came into view and you didn't push him away or ignore him you entertained him, smiling at that smug son of a bitch. He wanted to rip his body apart until there were only scraps left of him right in front of the entire crowd. He searched through the crowd, debating for a mere second what he should do. Rip your skull or his, maybe even both?

You must've saw him in the shadows, because you had made a run for it. He laughed menacingly, that's cute. You think you stand a chance against the immortal angry vampire?

Your mind raced just as fast as your feet could run. His voice filled your thoughts, he was calling out your name laughing at you. Taunting your fear, he loved every second of this. Watching as you ran across the beach frantic, your heartbeat pounding right in his ears. His presence right behind you like a shadow, yet every-time you looked back no one was there.

Dwayne's laughs echoed in your head so loud you started to wonder if you were just imagining it. He was making this exchange a nightmare, every bone in your body told you to run and hide and thats exactly what you did. The gloomy cave was within a few feet away, you'd made your way through the dark tunnels of it almost tripping over rocks that scattered the floors.

Your room was waiting for you acting as the only shield between you and the merciless creature of the night. Adrenaline ran hot through your veins as you jumped onto your bed, you were so high on it you hadn't realized the tears that poured from your eyes. Your thoughts froze as A tall dark shadow with glowing red eyes emerged from the depths of the tunnels reaching the entrance of your room. Frightening you to your core...

"please... no ... please go away" Your pleads didnt do you any good he had reached the foot of your bed "Come here" Dwayne growled, his chest heaving with rage as he pointed for you to come to him.

You were astounded by his tone, your body scooted further away. "No go away! You're scaring me!" You cried. He laughed wickedly "I should be.... you have no idea what your in for!" His eyes were glowing red with fury. "Now im not gonna ask you twice come here" He said sternly. You stared at him in shock, your body froze too scared to move.

A low growl rubbled through his body before

He yanked your legs, now towering over you. You yelped in fear. "When I tell you something you obey me understand" your eyes stared at him bewildered, he had never spoken to you like that. "Who is he?" Dwayne's voice was gruff as he crawled on top of you gripping both your hands above your head.

"Who are you talking about" you cried as his face grew closer to yours. His eyes shut for a second as he snarled before opening his eyes once more. "Every chance you get you disobey me, you think I like disciplining you?" He snapped.

"No dwayne, I promise nothing happened I just wanted to get cotton candy and that guy kept talking to me-" You rushed you words out but were interrupted by dwayne. "You were never supposed to leave the cave in the first place, do you have any idea what could have happened to you, then I catch you flirting with another guy." he grimaced.

"I wasn't flirting!" You cried growing frustrated with his remarks, his grasp on your wrist only tightened.

"Well maybe I should remind you what happens when you do." With a quick shift he hoisted you up from the bed throwing you over his legs as he sat. "I didn't want to do this but it seems nothing else works for you."  He didn't have to say much more, you understood exactly what he was gonna do to you.

"Dwayne! Let me go!" You yelled furiously squirming under his tight grip that forced your body bent over his lap. He shook your body forcefully "Dont make me shut you up" He growled.  "You don't have to do this Dwayne. Let me go" You yelled kicking your feet back.

"Oh but I think I do you've been getting on my last nerve all damn month, I pamper you non stop and this is what I get?" His voice raised with every word as he spoke, rage flowed through his body as he reminded himself why he had to do this.

"I won't do it again just let me go" you squirmed again but dwayne rested his hand on your back as his other hiked your skirt up. His heavy hand brushed over your ass, the coldness of the metal that wrapped around his fingers making you shiver as it made contact with your skin. "It's too late for that now..." he scoffed. Your anger was slowly fading feeling intrigued by the way dwayne was handling you.

"Now..." he started. "You will count every spank I give you out loud, you miss one we start all over again got it?"

"Yes, daddy."  You whispered. His hand gripped the back of your shirt tight as his other forced down the first harsh slap on your ass. You winced feeling the sharp sting of his rings slap against your skin. "One" you called out. Another one followed "Two". You felt dwayne's fury with each cold hard smack against your skin. Your hands clung tight around his ankle as the rest of your body jolted against his lap "3" you gasped vulgarly as his hand shot down on your bottom again. You were surprised how much you were enjoying this punishment.  Dwaynes smacks came to a stop "Get up" He muttered.

Dwayne grew aggravated, he was so frustrated with the way you were acting always trying to get under his skin and he'd had enough of it. His body shook with anger and his skin grew hot. He picked you up throwing you back onto the bed, in just a few seconds he tore his heavy jacket off his shoulders. He snarled with a sinister chuckle. He watched as you looked up confused for a second. His chest heaved with exasperation, somehow he looked taller staring down at you. Your legs tangled in the sheets shifting upwards against the bed in an attempt to move away from him.

With a quick grasp he yanked on your ankle pulling you along with it, he trapped you faster than you could move pinning your hand at your sides. His breathing was heavy against your face. Your head tilted back in frustration, now surrendering to his little game. His jaw clenched as he lifted your dress up, the black lace of you underwear intertwining with his fingers. Dwayne teased your sex, erupting a gasp from your lips. His fiery eyes glared down on yours as his vast hand slipped under the hem of your panties. A smirk slapped on his face as he cupped your soaking mound "Even like this you're wet, you like it when i'm mean to you... Isn't that right?" He chuckled against you ear. His face grew full of pride, watching your eyes roll back with each bit of movement he made. "Those were your intentions this whole time." He purred against your neck "Weren't they?". His digits pushed deep into your heat curling up inside you, "No" you choked in between moans writhing against the sheets, desperately spreading your legs further for him. The blood had rushed straight to the apples of your cheeks turning them bright red as dwayne dragged his fingers back to your folds drawing circles on your aching clit. "no" you muttered again under your breathe. 

"Oh but I think they were"  He whispered leaning into your ear again smirking. "Who was he?" He groaned quickening his pace. You whimpered confused "Dwayne-" you muttered the word "Stranger" His right hand grasped the back of your head tugging on your tangled hair. This time he pulled your face to look him in the eyes  "Tell me..." His voice sounded gravelly as he trailed on. His digits thrusted into you again sending your body reeling once more. "I'm not gonna ask you twice now tell me" He huffed. His thrust had slowed giving you time to catch your breathe. You realized he wouldn't stop with this, you'd never hear the end of it until you gave him his name. "Dwayne... I- I dont Know" you rushed grunting feeling flushed with his questions. "Stephen" was all you said. His breathing lowered, stopping what he was doing. The sound of another man's name coming from your lips hurt. His vision blurred, the color red invading dwayne's sight. "Dwayne!" you whimpered, snapping him out of a trance. His mind filled with pictures of you with another man. He could not fathom the thought of it, you were his. A deep sense of possession washed over him, no one could ever have you.

His eyes had turned into a raging deep shade of red as he leaned over to you, his nose nudging the right side of your cheek as his ring clad hand reached under your skirt. Snugging your black cotton soaked underwear off in one swift moment. His calloused hands gripped your thighs pulling you closer, feeling up between them until his fingers toyed near your beating sex. "Tell me...honey" He whispered. Closing in on you with a smirk. "Why should I fuck a girl who's been so disrespectful?"

Slick formed between your thighs whilst he looked you deep in the eyes. "I'm sorry" You cried. You grew eager and desperate for him. He laughed shaking his head "Sorry doesn't cut it this time, I guess I'll have to fuck some respect into you" Dwayne sighed shaking his head with a sly smile.

He hoisted you up by your waist, unbuttoning his jeans in the process. He slid his dark denim down his muscular thighs, huffing with anticipation. He stroked himself before you embracing every inch of his man-hood. Dwayne teased your slick folds probing your sensitive entrance with his tip, just enough to have you begging for more. Dwayne's eyes bore into yours watching as you pouted away, he licked his lips whilst he spoke "Naughty girl always testing my limits" he purred. Your whimper failed to make it past your lips as he pushed into you, stilling as soon as he bottomed out inside of you."Oh!" You moaned gripping the fabric of your skirt that pooled around your belly. Your eyes shut closed together tight as your cheeks flushed, he hadn't gave you enough time to adjust for him.

As much as you hated to admit you liked it. You had done just enough to push him over the edge, finally have him lose his cool. Show you just how territorial he could be when it came you.

He picked up his rhythm making his thrust deep filling you to the brim, the tip of his cock nudged your g spot expertly everytime you jerked forward. A low growl escaped his lips as his fingers dug onto each side of your thighs holding you in place. "Dwayne!" you cried, your moans echoed in his head giving him the exact satisfaction he needed to heighten his ego.

Dwayne's body shook as his hips collided with yours producing the only sound that filled the room. He let all his frustration unveil right in front of you. His body heat, his scent, his entire being covered and surrounded you. You were right under his thumb.

Your thoughts were hazed with dwayne's harsh thrust, moan after moan escaping you mixed with screams. You couldn't help it his dick was so big it hurt. He was so deep inside you that he was painfully pushing against your cervix. Dwayne pulled you flush against his chest, rocking back onto his knees.

"You wanna fuck someone else? Is that what you wanna do?" He said with a snarl. "No"  you cried. Your vision burred as tears poured down your face, hands clutching around his neck for balance.

"Daddy~" you cried out. "You want to fuck someone else?" A deep inhumane snarl left his lips as is hands tugged on your hair along with his words. "Answer me" He demanded. "Noo-" you cried "Oh- only you dway-" you gasped. His pace quickened with such force. Your eyes rolled to the back your head as drool slipped through the side of your mouth trying to put your words together. "You're all mine" Dwayne whispered against your neck in between his loud pants "I know all of you" The words echoed in your brain, you were beginning to feel lightheaded. His calloused hand rubbed your belly, pressing against it easily feeling himself through your flesh. "Like me there? right there" He questioned pressing roughly on your abdomen. Your head snapped back moaning his name in between loud cries. Your body shook against his as you reached your first orgasm. You squirmed under his grasp trying to escape the overstimulation. He held your hips tight thrusting into you.

"Poor baby can't take my dick" He hummed. Dwayne shoved you forward again, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. "N-o, Please—more" You screamed. The applied pressure becoming to much for your hazed little brain.

You fell limp against his vast shoulders, letting him use you as he pleased. "Already fucked your brains out and I'm not even finished" He shoved you forward again, hand adjusting to hold the small of your back in an arch. "Milking my cock so good honey" His voice sounded velvet soft against your skin. Your walls began to spasm around him so tight his hips stuttered. His pace slowed his thrust becoming forcefully, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming.

Your brain was so fucked you didn't notice the hot cum coating your insides. Your body shook continuously after each orgasm, you'd lost count. He pumped into you twitching against your tight walls grunting as he shot his hot load into you. He slowed his pace finally getting his cock to still in you. You squirmed under his hold thinking it was over but he had other plans. "Stop moving, gonna keep my cock in you" You whimpered your poor cunt.  "Dwayne please-" Your face was full of fear. "I'll be gentle baby" he purred dragging his thumb below your chin. You bought that sudden sweet talk of his. "Please" you whispered repeating yourself. He traced kisses from your chin to your neck, stopping at a certain spot. His tongue sucked the spot making sure to leave a bruise so that everyone would see. His hips rocked slowly against yours subtly picking up a rhythm.

[deepestdelulu]

30 Things To Make Life Unforgettable

Appreciating life is one of the things I´ve learned this year, small things, happy moments... All of them are valuable for who we are as well as who we will become. However, we are not conscious of what we have, all the feellings we are experimenting and the opportunities we are losing for doing other things (such as being on our phones 5+ hours). I hope this list helps you making life a little bit simpler.

Walking in the rain. In my city rains a lot, so I´m not going to propose you going to the beach, since I can´t (obv you can do it), we have to adapt ourselves to what we have, and rain is one of my favourite things, I used to hate it when I was younger tho.

Spend your day in a cozy cafe. Not only can you have a coffee, but you can also read, study and be productive. The bes part is that you are experimenting new things, being productive and having fun with a hot coffe/tea.

Put your phone away. Be present babe, this is all what we have, you want to live your life, don´t you? Then start doing it, of course you are not going to live advemtures everyday, but at least you can try it. :)

Learn new things. It will never be a waste of time knowledge.

Be more passionate and intense. Who cares if you are too much? It only matters what YOU want.

Trying new recipees. I didn´t use to be a big fan of cooking, but I tried it few months ago, and let me tell you, all I do naw are bisquits for people I care.

More museums, more art gallery. I´ve always wanted to give mysterious girl vibes (I´m a yapper but introverted at the same time) you can always try reading in a museum.

"For the plot" mindset. My friends and I sometimes play saying yes to almost everything, just to see hwo things develop. It´s very fun:)

Bucketlisting. In a world of consumerism no one can scape

Trying something new. I started dancing, and I feel so energetic.

Learning to be alone. I do have a post about it :) go check it after this one.

Candle+Sweater=Coziness. Scented candles, my bff in autumn/winter.

Book annotating. It helps focusing, you can go through your notes after it and in my opinion creates more powerful bonds with the story and you.

Old classic books. Culture girls are the hottest.

Cooking your own meals. It's such a simple and sweet act of self-care. You can also try making your own Jam or something.

Doing things that you enjoyed as a child. My favorites are horse riding, swimming, baking, and bubble baths.

Buying flowers for yourself. It doesn't have to be an expensive and fancy bouquet, just some pretty flowers for your room.

Doing your nails. I like red wine ones, makes me feel like a vampire!

Taking more Photos. You can also buy a cool vintage camera (I recommend looking on eBay!) to make it more aesthetically pleasing.

Trying crochet, knitting, or sewing. I'm trying to crochet a sweater for my dog right now, haha.

Planting a plant. I tried to plant an avocado, but it didn´t grow as i expected, although i´ll keep trying it

Making plans with your friends like going on a picnic. You could plan some themed picnics like cottagecore, homemade food from your culture, strawberries, and so on; also a great opportunity to take some pictures!

Do volunteer work. Tried it last year, it was so fun to learn new skills and meeting new people while trying to make world better.

Writing a diary. Writing down things that have happened and looking back at them feels really lovely to me.

Writing letters to your friends. Letters just feel more personal than text; you can also keep them as a memory.

Dressing in a way that makes you feel happy. Wearing outfits that make you feel confident will definitely make life better.

Petting stray cats. I love cats.

Starting to collect something. You could collect something small like jewelry or postcards!

Playing music in the background while doing stuff. I can't stop listening to the lofi girl stream on youtube, haha.

Going on gloomy walks in the Forrest. Name something more comforting. I will wait.

Please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧

[bleedingichorhearts]

I am a heretic when I say this, but please please can I get some Khorne smut? Like a small human bouncing on his cock as he is on his throne?

“Ough, yes you may! And no one saw nor heard the word “heretic,” right? Right? I question if people like built up smut or jump in smut? So, this is jump in smut. Tumblr is trying to eat this one.” - Ichor

Summary - “None, asks explains very well.”

Tagged - "@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000.”

TW // Smut, Size Diff, Jumps Right In, Overstimulation.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

Your hands grasp tightly at the gods' shoulders in front of you. Head leaned back as you moan out. Your breath mingling with the heated air around you, making the area feel hotter than it already is while you close your eyes tightly. More focused on the pleasure coursing through you rather than that heat that threatens to give you a heatstroke.

"Look at me, little one." The god grumbles into your chest, his gauntlets shifting you, trying to get a better grip on your skin that was layered with sweat while he deeply thrusts into you, a wet squelch seemingly echoing out. Enhancing the smell of you to him. "Let me watch what I have conquered."

You can't help but obey the blood gods' command, your head going forward once more to look down at him fitting snuggly up against you despite originally being way bigger than you. His obscure, deep pink tongue rolling his saliva over your chest, lathering you with his one of the many ways of marking you. A puff of hot breath coating you right after. You would honestly think you were fucking an Slaanesh daemon with how good this god was doing you upon his throne. Keeping you pinned close to him with his gauntlets grasping at you, creating red marks and a few clawed marks as well upon you. The scent of your blood just arousing the god more as his member twitches inside of you. Exiting a shiver from you as you sink down on his cock at the feeling.

"K-khorne..." You dare to moan the gods' name from your saliva coated lips. Your eyes a bit dazed as you can help but sink yourself down on him a bit more. Greedy to take more of him than you already can. Your head coming to rest upon his shoulder as your own breath fogs upon his armor. "Please- gah! Khrone."

"Hmm, stay still." He commands of you yet again, nuzzling into your shoulder. His tongue rolling in his mouth before lathering you for the hundredth time this day? Night? The wet appendage lobing over your collarbone. "You have asked for this."

He was right, you have asked for it. Hell, even begged to even be straddling upon his lap and on his throne. Yet, you didn't expect him to be a god damn Slaanesh daemon about it. His gauntlets' always shoving you back down his cock with each inch you manage to slip away with your sweating skin that makes you more radiant as a gradient glow of red and orange glare upon you. Though, you should have expected the god to have some sort of experiences. He was the first after all... First to be created, first to have your hand, first to fuck you.

"F-fuck..." You stammer, your body shivering again as you whine into him. Your mind unsure if you should be regretting your decisions now or be pleased with them. "How-hnng, how many- how much longer?"

"As long as I please, little one." He chuckles, and it sounds like a weird haven scape for you despite on who- what he is. It was deep, masculine, pleasing or would be if his words didn't say the exact opposite. "12 and counting."

You whine again, nuzzling the best you can into him. Knowing you wouldn't be keeping up with him much longer; you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up with the way his shifts and grasps at you trying keep you on his cock forever long as he pleases. "You'll r-ruin me."

"That's the point." He states with a low rumble, moving his head so he could lick a long, wet stipe of his saliva on your cheek. Your eye on that side of your face closing at the sensation. "Ruin you so you won't forget who has claimed you. Ruin you so no one can restore what I have built and marked inside of you."

"W-what if I-I get used to it?" You challenge slightly, groaning when gives you a deep thrust. Your teeth wanting to bite onto something but trying to bite him it like biting brick. You would have to naw on him if you wanted to get anywhere.

"Guess I will have to leave you starved, little one." He muses. A very rare thing he does, to be amused, even when fucking you to the Emperors' gates and beyond. "...And I'm quite curious on how long you would last."

"Y-you wouldn't!" You gasp, shivering when your 13th orgasm hits you, frazzling your mind. Your back arching back into his gauntlets that have been clawing at your back.

"Oh, but I would." He purrs, leaning with you to lick up your jawline, lips before finally making purchase with your mouth. His tongue swirling around yours with ease, capturing it. A pleased hum leaving you while he hears you give out a pitched whine as his hips move faster; deeper within you with repetitive wet squelches, hitting all the best spots with each overstimulating thrust.

[kaliforniahigh]

Decided to write another installment to this thingy I wrote yesterday. I'm actually thinking of making Noah x Brat!Reader kind of a thing? I don't know, I'll see where this goes.

Warnings: smut, pool activities, fem. orgasm denial, fem. edging, fingering, Noah is a little mean and reader is a brat as usual.

Currently, Noah had you pressed to the wall of the pool with his whole body. You both had rented an Airbnb to spend a few days relaxing during the summer.

No thoughts of touring, writing or making music. Just you and Noah and the blazing hot sun hitting your skin and cocktails by the pool. But it seemed like Noah had just figured out a new game for you to play.

"I don't want you to make a sound, you hear me?", he told you, face close to your ear, as he hitched one of your legs over his waist and pressed himself even closer to you.

"Ok", you answered in a whisper, nodding your head to show him you understood.

"You learned last time that only good girls get what they want, right?", he brought his wet hand to brush over your cheek as he gave you a lingering kiss on your lip.

"I'll be a good girl", you reassured him, batting your wet eyelashes at him, and he smiled at how compliant you were for him.

"Good", he gave you another peck on the lips. "Now spread those pretty legs for me, baby"

You moved the leg that wasn't over his hip to the side, giving him more space to slide his hand down and cup your cunt over your bikini bottom.

You held back a heavy sigh that threatened to scape from your lips, as he kept teasing you, before he slipped the flimsy fabric to the side, and used a finger to feel the wetness collecting at your entrance. He could feel how wet you were for him, even underwater.

He wasted no time before slipping one long finger inside of you, curling the digit up in a come-hither motion. This time, you couldn't muffle the whimper that erupted from the back of your throat as he reached that spot inside you. You clamped your hand over your mouth and hoped he didn't hear it.

But, he was already pulling his hand away and shaking his head, tutting at you in disapproval.

"No", you whined at the loss of contact. "Please, keep going", you begged, breathless.

"I told you to be quiet, and you weren't"

"I promise I'll be quiet. Please? I just want you to touch me again"

"If you don't follow my instructions, I'll leave you here, desperate and usatisfied"

He grabbed your other leg with a little more force and hooked it on his waist as well, you core pressing on his stomach. You looked at him, waiting for him to touch you again, but he didn't.

"C'mon, baby. Rub yourself on me", he instructed, grabbing the laces on both sides of your bikini and untying them, leaving your bottom half naked before him.

You started with small movements, grinding your pussy up and down on his toned stomach. Before long, he was grabbing your ass cheeks, helping you along the way and speeding up your movements.

He could feel your wetness coating his skin, and had to focus really hard on not busting right then and there.

"You wanna cum, baby?", he asked you, tone condescending.

You nodded your head yes in answer, even though you already knew he was not gonna let you. Not yet, at least.

"Keep rubbing this pretty cunt on me while I think about it"

He reached down, halting your movements for a few seconds so he could slip his finger back inside.

"Keep going", he tapped your legs twice and you resumed your movements over him.

The feeling of his finger and the way his palm was rubbing your clit so perfectly had you on edge in no time. You almost lost it when his other hand reached to pinch your nipple in between his fingers. Lost in your pleasure, you didn't even register the moan leaving your lips until he stopped altogether.

Before he could disentangle from you, you tightened you legs on his hips, trying to keep him in place.

"No, no, no. Please", you pawed at him, grabbing his shoulders. But he was already slipping away from you, swimming to the other side of the pool. "Noah, please", you begged, tears gathering on your waterline as your body shook a little from the denial.

He didn't answer you, but he watched the way your legs squeezed together under the water, trying to feel just a sliver of the pleasure from just a few seconds ago.

Before he could say something, probably a snarky remark, you were pulling youself up to sit on the edge of the pool, spreading your legs open as you looked at him dead in the eye.

Your right hand traveled lower over your abdomen, and you started to rub slow circles over your clit. He swam his way over to you and moved your hand away with a sharp slap.

"You don't get to make yourself cum", he said, as he dipped his hand under the pool to grab your bikini bottom. Gathering both of your wrists in one hand, he tied them together behind your back with the wet fabric, making sure it was tight.

"Now, you're going to wait until I'm feeling nice enough", he patted your leg twice before swimming away from you once again.

With that, he left you sitting there, with your hands tied behind your back, completely unsatisfied.

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

We're Not Friends

Summary: River Cartwright x Fe!Reader -> River comes to you after fighting with The Dogs, which comes as a surprise to you since you're not friends.

Disclaimer: I have only just started Slow Horses but I wanted to write something for his character. This is also going to have a part 2. Mostly made up sub-plot away from the show. Reader cleans River's wounds and helps him shave. Smaller intimate moments, fluff. Mention of a cheating ex-boyfriend. Swearing. Not Proof Read.

“What the hell happened to you?”

It was just a little after two in the morning when someone started banging on your front door. They’d been using the knocker for a while, the pitch of its bang against the wooden door getting louder and higher. Then the thumping started. 

So, after laying in bed hoping it would stop – maybe someone was drunk and got the wrong house again. You got up and moved across to the sash window. They’d been thumping the door for a while which scared you, but considering they hadn’t broken the door down yet, you figured it wasn’t someone trying to break in. 

Looking down into the dark street, you recognised a figure walking backwards from your door. 

River Cartwright. 

Except, from the dim light of a car’s headlamp turning down the road, you saw a slightly clearer image of him. 

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Just let me in.”

“Cartwright, there’s a hospital-”

He looked around hurriedly and practically hissed at you to shut up. “Shhhh. I know. Just- please.”

It took you a moment and a half to consider letting him in. But considering he didn’t want a hospital to deal with the blood on his face, you agreed. 

“There’s a key in the safety box.” You told him. “Let yourself in.”

He walked back towards the box, but then walked back. “What’s the code?”

“My birthday.”

“And that is?”

With both hands on the window ledge, you leaned out. “It was last week, River.”

“Oh. Right.” 

Rolling your eyes as he thought back to last week, you shut your window and locked it again, hearing your front door finally open and watching as it closed behind River. 

Switching a lamp on in your landing hallway, you got a clearer picture of River as he slowly ascended the stairs. The blood wasn’t just on his face, it covered most of his clothes, too. 

“Relax. It’s not mine. Well,” he looked down at himself and back at you. “Not all of it.”

“Did you kill someone?”

“What? No.”

You took in all the blood. “You’re covered, Cartwright.”

Then a small smile graced his face. “‘Should see the other guy.”

For a moment you stared at him before rolling your eyes and heading towards the bathroom. “In here.”

River took his chance to examine your place as he watched you walk away. “Not gonna lie, I was half expecting you to curse me out.”

“Don’t worry. I am. It’s just too early in the morning for it.” You leaned over the sink and closed the window, stopping the cold air from surrounding the room making you colder than you wanted. “Now why the fuck are you here? Other than the bloody face. And I’m guessing Lamb followed me home, so that’s why you know where I live.”

Turning around, you got a better look at River in the light of the bathroom. He had a couple more scapes and cuts than you’d counted when you first looked at him on your landing. Most of the blood seemed to be dry and his clothes weren’t cut. 

“The Dogs.”

With your hands on your hips, your head dropped down. “That’s why the fuck you’re here. Of course it is. Okay. Sit down.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Cartwright.” 

He just nodded and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat as you found a fresh face cloth plus the first aid kit you kept under the sink. Then you moved back down the hallway and turned off the lamps before turning the bathroom light off. 

“There’s enough light from the window for me to see what I’m doing.” You told him as you heard him go to speak. With a street lamp being closer and brighter to your bathroom window than your front door, it shone directly across River. 

Finally, running the tap to fill the sink with warm water, you dunked the face cloth into it before turning the tap off. 

“Do I want to know why you got into a fist fight with The Dogs? Move your legs.” Knocking your knee with his, River opened up his legs and you stepped into them, your fingers under his chin forcing his head up to look at you. 

“No, probably – zzzz – not.” River hissed as you pressed the cloth back to some of the grazes on his face. “Anyway, how do you know it was a fist fight?”

“Other than your face being covered in blood?” You felt him nod under your fingers. “Your knuckles.”

He looked down at his hands. Scaped, bruised and bleeding. You forced him to look at you again as you wiped away the dry blood. 

“And why did you come to me? You pass three of the others just to get here.”

River stalled. “I don’t know where they live.”

“And you just so happened to remember my address?” 

“Yes.”

“But not my birthday?” River didn’t know what to say. “Relax. I know we’re not friends. I’m not hurt.”

That made him feel a little better…kind of. 

“I am confused, though.”

“Why?”

You stopped dabbing at the blood, dunking the cloth back into the water and wringing it out. “Why not go to the hospital?”

“I was a little busy running.”

“Sooo, run to the hospital.” 

River wasn’t amused. “Little late for that, now.”

“You’re lucky I know what I’m doing.”

He tilted his head a little. “Do you?”

You looked in his eyes for a moment before going back to his wounds. “Better than the others would.”

You caught the soft smirk on his face. “Right.”

For the next five minutes, you both remained silent. You’d washed most of the blood away, but you couldn’t help mentioning his beard. 

“I thought you learnt how to shave when you were a kid.”

He seemed a little offended. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything. I’m saying you need a shave.”

“Thanks.”

You stood back and cleaned most of the blood out of the face cloth before watching the bloody water wash down the drain. “I can do it for you.”

Looking over your shoulder, River was running a hand through his beard in the dim reflection of the mirror. 

River looked at you, his hand dropping from his face. “Yeah, I don't think I like the idea of you having a razor that close to my throat.”

With all the muscles in your face relaxing, River could already read the look on your face. Even if you were still in the dark. Your face was telling him to get over himself. 

“Stay there.”

“Do you even have razors?” Looking around your bathroom, he couldn’t see any other than the one on the plate below the shower head. 

You appeared back in the doorway of the bathroom. “I do.” You paused for a moment as you looked at his body. “Take your shirt off.”

“You’re shaving my face.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re wearing a collar, Cartwright.” You walked away and down the hall to another room. “I don’t want to spill anything else on it. Besides, I can shove it on a quick cycle. Blood shouldn’t be too hard to get out since it’s so early.”

As he listened to you talk, he rolled his eyes, reluctantly doing as you ordered. “How do you know how to get blood out of clothes?”

You appeared back in the doorway. “Seriously?”

Then he remembered you were a woman. “Right.”

Fully removing his shirt, he threw it to you. “Be right back.”

And you were. From downstairs, he could hear the washing machine starting to fill with water as you climbed back up the stairs and came into the bathroom. “Found it.”

River watched as you waved a small shaving wrap in the air before you unravelled it and told him to keep hold of it. 

“Why do you even have one of these?” 

“Look at me.” Taking a fresh face cloth, you began to carefully wash his face before eventually you wiped away the face wash and placed the hot cloth against the bottom half of his face. 

“You still haven’t answered my question.” River told you, his voice slightly muffled by the cloth. 

You sighed. “Ex-boyfriend’s Christmas present. Broke up with him before I could give it to him.”

Dropping the cloth back into the sink, you lifted the package from River’s hands before opening it up and giving it back to him to lay across his legs. 

You began lathering up the shaving cream before you carefully brushed it in and around his beard. “What did he do? I thought breaking up before Christmas was illegal.”

“Statistically speaking, most people break up a few weeks before Christmas. Mainly because they don’t want to have to buy Christmas presents.”

“But you already bought one.” He pointed out. “So what did he do?”

“If you must know, I found out he was fucking our downstairs neighbour for three months, so.” Your voice trailed off as you placed the shaving brush down and picked up the straight razor. 

“Are you gonna Sweeney-Todd-me if I keep asking you questions?”

“Maybe,” you deadpanned. 

“Keep my mouth shut. Got it.”

And he did. Despite that, however, he did keep his eyes on you. Despite the darkness of the bathroom, the light that lit up his face was bleeding onto yours. His legs opened a little wider once more for you to step into them. For a few moments, when his mind would wander, River could feel his hands twitch to reach out for you. But then he’d force himself back into reality. 

You took extra care with the razor as you tidied his beard up. Your finger delicate against his skin, you turned his head a little each way as you moved around his face before tilting his head up fully. 

“When did you learn to shave a beard?” River asked you once you’d shaken the shaving foam and hair off the razor for the final time before grabbing the previous cloth to wipe his face. 

“A friend from college. His family ran a barber shop. Spent a couple afternoons there working when they were understaffed.”

River’s eyes widened for a moment. “Wow. Wasn’t expecting that answer.”

You laughed a little. “What? Did you expect me to say my boyfriend or something?”

He shrugged. You laughed again and stepped back into his legs. “Yeah, well, there’s a lot you still don’t know about me, Cartwright.”

He looked back up at you without you having to tell him. “Do you want me to know? Or would that make us too close to being friends?”

You leaned forward a little. “We’ll never be friends, Cartwright.”

You cursed at yourself in your head as you realised your eyes had momentarily shifted from his eyes to his lips. But by the looks of it, River was doing the same thing. 

You were thankful for the lack of light in the bathroom, or else he might have been able to see the heat on your cheeks more clearly. A small chuckle escaped your chest as you threw the face cloth at his bare chest. 

“Take a shower, Cartwright. You’re still covered in blood.”

Watching you leave, River lowered his head and let out a breath as he ran a hand through his head. That was close. Too close. 

As he took a shower, washing off the extra blood, you moved his shirt into the dryer before looking through some old boxes in your spare room for men’s clothes. However, as you approached your bathroom door to knock, you’d failed to notice the lack of sound from your shower. 

With your finger raised to knock on the door, the door opened in front of you and you were met with a freshly showered, waist wrapped in a towel, River Cartwright. And for a moment, your brain faltered. 

“Uhh. Um.” You physically shook your head and forced your gaze onto him. “I left you some clothes in the spare room.” 

He nodded. “Thanks.”

“Feel free to stay the night. I’m gonna…I’m gonna get some sleep while it’s still dark outside. And, River? Me offering you to stay the night still doesn’t make us friends.”

River nodded, watching you walk towards your bedroom. However, although he didn’t miss the look on your face when he opened the bathroom door, he did miss you looking back from your bedroom as he walked towards the spare one. 

When you closed your bedroom door, you cursed at yourself again for checking him out as he walked away; hair dripping droplets of water down his toned back, a towel wrapped firmly around his hips. 

It took you a little longer than you liked in order to get back to sleep since part of you was still listening out for him to open your front door, but since it never came, you eventually fell asleep. 

When you woke up in the morning, you were still groggy from the broken sleep. Eventually pulling yourself out of bed, you opened your door and found the spare bedroom door open slightly.

He must already be awake. 

Going downstairs and towards your kitchen, you were surprised to find him sitting at the kitchen table, his leg stretched out, still dressed in the pajamas you’d set out on the bed, a coffee in his hand. 

“Oh. Hey.”

“Morning.”

You were thankful your back was to him when he first spoke. His voice was deeper and gruffer than usual. Maybe he hadn’t been awake long. 

“How’d you sleep?”

He sucked his teeth. “If I told you that, that might make us friends.”

“Fair enough.”

Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you grabbed the carton of milk from the fridge. “How’s your face?”

“Healing.” River told you.

Pulling out a chair, you eventually sat across from him and took in his face. There was some bruising, but that would heal soon enough. So would the smaller cuts and grazes. 

“How are your hands?”

You looked at them as he wrapped them around his mug. They looked worse than his face. Healing, but rough. 

“Swelling is going down.”

“Do they hurt?” 

He nodded, curling his hand into a tight fist before relaxing it. “No, well, a little.”

River watched as you stood from your spot at the table and opened up one of the kitchen drawers and sat back down. “Give me your hand.”

He went to do so but then pulled it back. “What are you gonna do?”

You flipped the tube up in your hand. “It’s just a healing cream.”

“Oh, right.”

You watched him carefully as he gave you his hand. “Why? What did you think I was going to do?”

“I tried to open a flashbox once and got burnt.”

“That was clever.”

He hissed a little before giving a small groan. “Yes. Thank you. Anyway, when I showed Sid, she slapped me. Well, my hand. The one I’d burnt.”

“Good. I’m glad. You deserved it.”

River tried to pull his hand away, but you kept a firm grip on it as you gently dabbed the cream across his knuckles. “Ow, hey. It was for a good cause.”

“What good cause? Figuring out the rest of Pi?”

River stopped pulling away and looked at you. “How do you-”

“You’re not my friend. You don’t get that privilege.”

“Then what privilege do you get to check me out?” You caught River’s smug smile as your gaze flashed to his. “You can deny it all you want, but I saw how you were looking.”

You could feel your entire body. It felt like it was on fire. And not in a good way. “It was three in the morning. Everyone knows human defences are weakest at that time.”

“Weak in muscle or weak at the knees?”

You pressed into one of the cuts on his hand. “Fuck- Ow, ow, ow. Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

Letting go, River shook his hand to try and relieve some of the pain before you pulled his other hand across the table and dabbed the cream across the cuts one by one. 

“In all seriousness, thank you.” You looked back at him, your cheeks cooling. “You could have told me to fuck off, and you didn’t. So…thanks.”

You just nodded, finishing up with his hand. He gave you a quiet thanks once more as he examined his hand, the feeling of your fingers still ghosting over his knuckles as you twisted the cap back onto the cream and lay it down on the table.

[withlove-angel]

Anonymous: hii! I liked your posts very much, can you do something more dark? With zoro? Like yandere non-con where the reader try to escape or something like that?-please keep me anon💜

⚠️warnings: dark!zoro, yandere, possessive behaviour, non-con

If you don't like please don't read

Never letting go

Y/n fast steps can be heard in all ship, she is trying to escape trying to run away. She will swim? She don't know...

"Fast, just a little bit more y/n" she talks with herself. The cold breeze making her shiver, her bare feet hurting, bet she dont care, she need to scape....

In the darkness of the night, her attempt to flee. Y/n try to run, to escape, but her legs are quickly bound by the ropes that zoro had tied before she woke up. He had a tight grip around her, leaving her powerless to defend herself. It didn't take too long for him to catch up to you. Zoro were surrounding y/n now, his faces covered by the shadows, his cold stares piercing her soul.

Zoro's dark eyes met hers, burning into her soul as his icy demeanor sent chills down her spine. He said nothing as his grip tightened on y/n wrists, pining her against the floor, holding in place. Y/n frantic efforts to break free were futile as he easily overpowered her.

"You are hurting me" she say almost soobing, her heavy breath is like music to him

Zoro's grip only tightened as if in response to her plea. He didn't care if he was causing her pain, his only focus was to make sure that she wouldn't try to escape. Y/n desperate attempts to pry herself free only made him grip you harder, causing her to grimace in pain.

"Please" she stop moving as she give up, tears finally rolling down her cheeks

Zoro watched as tears began to stream down y/n cheeks, taking pleasure in seeing her cry. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her cheek as he uttered the cruel words, "Please what?" He smirked at y/n, relishing in her misery.

"Let me go" she say weak, not looking at his face. Their body are pressed together as she is on the floor and he is on top of her, her boobs against his chest. Zoro chuckled, shaking his head as he gazed down at her. He refused to heed her pleas, enjoying the feeling of dominance as she squirmed beneath him. "I think not" he growled, his voice full of cold determination. His grip around her wrists only tightened, pressing y/n body against his. He leaned in until your faces mere inches apart, his warm breath brushing against her skin. Y/n heart was racing as the tension in the room mounted. She were so close to him that you could see the rage in his eyes. His strong and masculine frame pressed against hers, making she feel both scared yet excited. It was almost as if you could feel his muscles and strength. The way he looked at her caused her heart to race even faster, her mind going blank with a cocktail of emotions, not sure what to think, all she know is that he has you completely under his control.

Zoro's cold, steely gaze met hers. The pleading in y/n innocent eyes only made him smirk in pleasure as he leaned in further, his face just inches above her.

"Dont ever try to run away... dont even think about it" He was enjoying every moment of this, basking in the fact that he had her completely powerless and at his mercy. To make matters worse, he knew exactly how to torment her further, as he softly nuzzled your neck with his nose, his warm breath blowing over her sensitive skin. His lips lightly brushed against her, sending chills down. He couldn't help but take notice at how y/n's body trembled at his touch, and how her breath hitched in her throat as she attempted to ignore the sensations he was causing.

Grabing her ching with his steong hands, making her face turn away from him, she were unaware of how his eyes darkened with desire. Zoro was enjoying playing this little game of cat and mouse with her, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

She couldn't control the softy whimper out her mouth as he bites her collar bone, almost taking her shirt off. His lips slowly and seductively slid down, his teeth gently nabbing her flesh. She couldn't help but let out a soft, breathy whimper as she felt his lips and teeth on her skin. He continued to slowly tug at her shirt, this time, pulling it off her body. As she tried to regain control over her breathing, Zoro's gaze remained fixed on y/n, his eyes hungry with desire, as his hands wandered over her exposed body.

"Z-zoro" she try to push him, but he has no intention of letting her push him away. His strong arms easily restrained her, holding she in place as his teeth grazed over her exposed sholder, causing her body to tremble in anticipation, his gaze full of lust as he nibbled the soft skin, causing her to involuntarily shudder. Zoro's lips continued to caress her skin, tracing tiny patterns with his tongue until he eventually reached the nape of y/n's neck. He leaned in closer, licking her sensitive skin. His heated breath was blowing against her, teasingly close to giving her the sensation of a kiss, whilst also driving her crazy. Zoro was enjoying every minute of this, savoring the sound of y/n sharp intake of breath and whimpers. He refused to let go, wanting to relish in this moment as much as possible. She stay quietly as he marks her his property, wishing to know what goes insise his mind. Even as she stayed utterly silent, Zoro could feel her body trembling as he continued to work his way down. As he reached her back, his teeth left a mark, marking. Her breathing was shallow and erratic as he continued to nibble and lick at her exposed flesh. His hot breath filled her ears. He slowly lifted his head up, he locked eyes with her, giving a small, smug smile as he enjoyed her fear and submission. Hot tears roll down her face as she try to move once again, desperate to break free from his control. But zoro's grip was strong and unrelenting, unwilling to let her go. He pulled her even closer, pressing his body against hers so that you felt his heat. Histeeth once again leaving their mark on her flesh as he slowly sank his teeth into her neck. Y/n's tears only encouraged him to nibble harder, savoring the sensation of her skin between his teeth.

"Let me go"

She try to hit on his chest but was so weak that make him laugh "No, I don't think I will," zoro answered, grinning. He was enjoying himself way too much to stop, taking pleasure in her failed attempts to fight back. Even still, his large frame was easily able to restrain her. He held her arms in place, while taking advantage of her weak hits to his chest, laughing loudly as they did nothing to deter him, this only made his grip tighten, as he continued to nibble and suck on her sensitive skin, leaving behind his mark as a claim of ownership.He wanted to enjoy this as much as he could, zoro was having too much fun with this game, to the point where his amusement overrode all of his logic. As he continued to nibble and suck, feeling her skin under his teeth, nothing else mattered to him in that moment. He took in the sound of her soft whimpers, her tears and the scent of her fear as he claimed her flesh as his own. His hands were moving in other places now, his fingers exploring her body, testing the waters and seeing how much more he could get away with.

After all, she was his... an he would never let her go.

[melanated-writersblock]

⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹ The College Basketball Star!Chenle x Black!Cheerleader!Reader Chronicles ⊹ ₊ ❤︎₊ ⊹

A/N: CHENLE STANS COME GET Y’ALL’S JUICE! Me and my besties are seeing the Dreamies tomorrow so I figured I’d hammer this one out real quick (I finished this @ like 4 am on Tuesday so this was queued to post on Dream()Scape Eve🤣) It’s not much but it’s honest work. I’ve been wanting a tutor trope fic for a while so I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone and just have the reader as Chenle’s tutor on some scholar type shit. And I’ve never written smut where the reader is more dominant SO BE NICE TO ME!!! Per usual, WwaBRiM but everybody [18+ AND UP *MDNI*] can read!

Content: Semi-public sex, sub!Chenle, dom!reader, dirty-talk, unprotected sex, reader is a grinderrr (o-o-o-o-o-ohhh), creampie, idk just filth?

The greatest thing to happen to you at university outside of joining cheer team, was getting that little corner office spot for tutors to use that just so happened to be in the back of your campus’ big ass library. Sure there were other tutors on campus, but they always met at coffee shops on or off site and in their dorm rooms. So the corner office became your domain with a key and everything for you to come and go as you please, no matter the hours.

And once Chenle found out, that became a problem.

10:45 PM on a Thursday night and you’re trying your hardest to be discreet about the actions taking place and the man writhing beneath you. “Ughh Fuck, if you keep bouncing on my dick like that I’m gonna cum”. Taking Chenle’s warning, you brace your hands on his shoulders, slowing your pace as you straddle the struggling athlete sitting with his back against the cold wall. “Oh my god yes, yes, that’s so good keep doi- Ahhh!” You can’t help but giggle at the needy state of your boyfriend and his shameless moans as you clench around him with each raise of your hips. “Wow my pussy’s just taking all of you today, huh?” You figured you’d never get him in another comatose submissive state like this again so you have to take advantage of your power trip. “Yes, baby yes you take me so fucking well oh my gooodddd~” he admits between gritted teeth, his head lolling to the side, “Aww, what’s wrong baby?” you lean into the man, your mouth right next to his ear.

Letting his actions speak for him, Chenle grabs your ass as if to forcibly fuck you onto him. You tsk at him, stalling your movements completely and staring him down in a playfully reprimanding manner. “Nooo? Come on love, you do this to me all the time remember?” Chenle drops his hands from your ass in defeat, looking almost like he wanted to cry. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking needy?” “Mnnn~” You start to grind, paaaainfully slow, hiking your already wrinkled skirt impossibly higher up your waist. “Come on baby, just tell me what you want me to do.” His eyes glaze over as he meets your gaze, longingly and full of yearning. Almost as if praying that being on the verge of tears was enough for you. As much as you liked when Chenle surrendered himself to your mercy, you knew that he was still hard to break and those glassy eyes were the most you’d possibly ever get. And honestly? You’ll take it.

Still in a kneeled straddling position, you plant one of your feet on the ground to have some leverage, the other leg remaining kneeled. Chenle’s breath becomes shaky with anticipation, and you smile at him sinisterly. “What do you want me to do, Chenle. Hm?” You finally sink back down onto his length, swiveling around until he bottomed out beneath you. He couldn’t help but moan at the sensation as you begin to pick up the pace. “Is this what you wanted?” “Ohhhh~” “Ohhh does my pussy feel that good to you?” You couldn’t help but mock him a little, “Yes it feels soo good~ughhh~” You begin to bounce on him full force, the lewd sounds of your skin colliding filling your office “Oh fuckkk yeah you like when I ride you like this?” “Uh huh!” “You like when I fuck you on the floor in my office? Huh?” “Yessss Yes I do! Fuck! I can’t-” You don’t let up, snaking a hand into his hair to tug at it, making him look you in the eyes right before putting him out of his misery. “I can’t I’m gonna c-” “Aww you’re gonna cum for me?” “Yesss oh my god I’m gonna fucking cum~” You lean into his ear again, “Then do it. Cum. Cum for me right fucking now. Cum inside of me right now. Cum for me, come for me, c-” Chenle begins to cry out and you moan as you feel him release in you, covering his mouth as you continue to ride him, tears streaming down his face. Muffled curses escape his mouth as you bounce on him, pushing him to a point of sensitivity, your juices mixed with his cum trickling down the length of his cock and pooling at the base, messing up both of your inner thighs. You finally slow to a stop, removing your hand from his mouth. Chenle lets out a labored sigh of relief and you can’t help but giggle at him. “Thank you, I really needed that,” “I know, that’s why I did it….you’re welcome”. You fix yourself to start getting up, but Chenle grabs your hips holding you in place on him. “Just stay like this for a sec.” “Why do you always have to-” “Shhhh” moments later, he pulls out of you as cum slowly leaks out of your cunt. You smile, shaking your head at him as you both clean each other and help one another get redressed. “Okay so be honest with me,” “Alright?” “Why exactly did you start coming to the tutoring office all of a sudden?” you wait for a valid response as Chenle starts fidgeting with things on your desk, “The coach said I need to bring up my grade in my Statistics course.” He doesn’t. He got a 96% and 100% on his most recent statistics quiz and exam respectively. “Oh you fucking liar!”

[lxstfathier]

Hi could you please do sex pollen with bass or Alejandro Vargas or both with an inexperienced female reader please

Anon? anon who is bass?? i couldn’t figure out who you meant so, here it is, i did it with ale ;)

Flowers

Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, sex pollen, squirting, age-gap, another fic of Ale taking our virginity cuz we love that shit!

A/N: i actually loved writing this lol, it was fun. you know english is not my first language, so there might be some errors, but i hope y’all like it 💗

You don’t remember exactly what happened. The mission went wrong, and you followed colonel Vargas into the woods, trying to scape from enemy fire, accidentally running into some bushes full of strange colorful flowers that you had never seen before. Then it all went blurry.

Now, two hours later, you’re on base again, feeling really weird. Your whole body is sensitive, as if it has been set on fire, heavy breaths escape your lips and a thin layer of sweat starts to appear on your skin. How are you supposed to deal with it? you don’t even know what is going on, but you try your best to stay quiet while a nurse examines all your vital signs.

“You’re fine” she says after making sure that you don’t have anything that could possibly affect your health. “But it seems that you’re under the influence of some… natural aphrodisiac. So i’d suggest you to, y’know, relieve all that sexual energy, it will make you feel way better.”

Natural aphrodisiac? oh, so now you finally understand why your poor pussy is so wet, clenching around nothing and practically begging to be fucked. It makes sense. However, you don’t have a problem with masturbating a few times until the effects wear off. So you thank her, and then make your way out of the medical bay, walking straight to your own room.

But you didn’t expected to run into you colonel again. Those flowers should have affected him the same way as you, that’s for sure, what is he doing in the hallway? he should be inside his room, doing god knows what to help himself with that issue.

“Sargento” Alejandro calls you, forcing you to stop dead on your tracks, even though both of you are not in the mood for talking. “What did the nurse told you?”

“She said i’m fine. It’s just the effects of a natural aphrodisiac what’s making me feel so weird.” you answer, smiling at him, trying to play it cool. “Why? do you have the same?.”

“Si” he nods, but you don’t hear the rest, all of your concentration is now looking at his pretty brown eyes, his lips, his stubbly jaw, his broad shoulders, his strong arms in that tight shirt, and that obvious bulge inside his cargo pants.

He’s always been a good looking man, you won’t deny it, but right now? he’s fucking sexy, radiating a strong masculine essence that makes your knees go weak and the heat in your belly grow more intense. Almost as if you were a bitch in heat.

All of your shyness is gone, and before you know it, you’re grabbing his hand to guide him into your room, not even caring that he’s way older than you, a colonel who is supposed to be your superior. The arousal clouds your mind, not being able to think about anything else than getting pounded by him all night until you can’t remember your own name.

And Alejandro knows he shouldn’t be so eager to fuck his sergeant, but how can he tell you no when you look so pretty and so damn needy?

Once you’re both inside, with the door locked and the lights on, he pins you to the wall, kissing you passionately as his big hands roam your clothed body. Something new to you, considering the fact that you had never been touched by a man before this.

Should you tell him that he’s about to be the your first sexual experience? maybe, but you don’t wanna ruin the mood, so you just let go, feeling your tongues dancing with each other, running your hands over his strong chest.

But, as much as you’d love to keep kissing, the heat caused by the aphrodisiac is now unbearable, forcing both of you to pull apart and take your clothes off. And it could be part of the effect of those annoying flowers, but when you finally see his muscles, his tan skin covered in sweat, and that big veiny cock springing free, your mouth waters and your pussy throbs, clearly enjoying the view.

“Like what you see, mi amor?” he asks teasingly, and you just nod. “Cause i really do, who would have known my sergeant had such a pretty body? huh?”.

Now that Alejandro sees you all exposed for him, admiring every detail of your being, he’s sure that you’re the most beautiful girl he has ever met. If he had known what was he missing on, he would have pushed you into those bushes way earlier.

You don’t really know what to do next, you’re flustered and too inexperienced, so when he notices your hesitance, he gently guides you to the bed, telling you to lay on your back and relax.

Alejandro kisses your neck, and then slowly goes down to your tits, playing with your nipples between his teeth. It’s almost like a torture, you want more than that, involuntarily bucking your hips to get at least a little friction, anything.

“Just fuck me already, please” you beg in a high pitched voice, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Such a needy little whore” Alejandro says, mocking your pathetic cries. But you don’t care, even less when he drops to his knees, prying your legs apart to have a good look at your perfect pussy before devouring it like a starving man.

He licks and bites at your slick folds, savoring the sweet taste, dives his tongue into your hole and goes up to your clit, sucking hard. It feels really nice, better than any of those times where you played with yourself at night, and it’s not long until you’re moaning, feeling that familiar knot in your lower belly while tugging at his dark hair.

You cum easily, arching your back off the bed, almost crushing his head between your trembling legs. But that doesn’t stop him, he keeps eating you sloppily until you ride out that first orgasm.

When you come down from the high, Alejandro is already on top of you, holding your legs on his shoulders, guiding his cock to your tiny wet hole. And, without a warning, he slides inside on a singular hard thrust, making you scream at the new sensation.

He’s big, so the sudden stretch is a bit painful, but once you get adjusted to his girth and he starts moving slowly, your pained cries turn into whimpers filled with pleasure.

“F-faster Ale, please, ah- god-“ you moan into his ear, going literally stupid on his cock that you can’t even say a simple sentence.

“Yeah? you want me to destroy this pretty little pussy?”

He starts thrusting harder, pounding your tight heat in the most delicious way, hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over. It’s good, way too good actually, and you can’t help but writhe under him, digging your nails on the nape of his neck.

Another orgasm is near, you know it, and he can feel it too by the way you’re clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, preciosa, you’re taking me so well” Alejandro growls, one of his large hands going down to find your clit, rubbing it fast in circular motions. “Cum for me again, come on.”

His words, mixed with the stimulation and the way he’s ramming into you, is just what you need to see stars. You come undone once more, feeling the intense pleasure in every inch of your body, moaning so loud that probably the whole base heard.

“Fuck, look at the mess you made” he says, looking at how your sweet juices are coating his abs and pubes. Did you just squirted? hell, that’s new, you didn’t knew you could do that.

Alejandro doesn’t take long to reach his own orgasm, thrusting a few more times until he’s cumming inside, filling that pretty pussy of yours with his thick seed as he bites your neck, letting out an animalistic grunt.

You both stay like that for a minute, too fucked out to move, catching your breath. And you’re feeling better, but the effects are still not gone at all.

“That was amazing” you say, stroking his beard, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “Can we do it again?.”

“As many times as you want, preciosa.”

[rosquinn]

Very very disorganized X thoughts

Based on mostly voicelines

His incoming lines make me think a lot, honestly

X is a liar, as it's stated several times in-game. He hides in his Goldberg machines and creates his own reality for fun, and quite possibly to feel safe from the external world. All of his confidence shows in times where he knows he has the full control of the situation ("Haha... I got you! I won't let you go, unless you agree to join my experiment!"). He likes to push people into his own world, but he's also dependent on them; he needs people to show them his machines, no matter how much he tries to satisfy his own desires with his creations, if there's nobody to test them on or show them to, what's the point?

"Try my new inventions... Ah! I had never prepared for a plan B in your absence..."

"Can I borrow you tonight? I really need your help for my new machine... please?"

"It's so nice to meet you! I've been waiting for so long!"

So, despite the confident and self sufficient facade he likes to put on, X is constantly referencing and asking for the attention of those around him ("Please live up to my expectations, colleagues!" "Ah, I seem to have grown a bit taller recently. Can you tell?"). If he ever takes an "imposing" role, it's when he's 100% sure he has enough power to enforce it, and he does want to have that power and confidence permanently and don't depend on other people and the external world anymore ("The day I've waited for has finally come. Welcome to my world."; Bottom of Insight line).

He reaffirms everyone likes him although of his eyes, something that caused a lot of rejection from people his age ("My eyes.. a little scary, aren't they? Kids new to the orphanage were a little afraid of them, but in the end everyone likes me."), and possibly the adults in charge of them themselves. He's dealt with a lot of rejection and mistreatment since he was a kid, and he looks for validation constantly, hiding under fake confidence and acting rebellious and chaotic on purpose to reaffirm said facade. He references his orphanage quite often in his voicelines, only when he's talking to Vertin, a friend he presumably can trust.

Going back to his Incoming voicelines, the first one really sticks out. They're both completely different reactions to the same threat, and one if them is most likely an act. My point is: considering X's facade mostly consists on appearing capable of anything, in control and smarter and more powerful than other people I don't know why he'd pretend to be scared.

Given how he talks about the orphanage, being a place where kids weren't even fed enough, didn't have winter clothes, weren't even allowed to exit the building, how much he liked to cause trouble, even trying to scape once, and how orphanages were in that period of time, it's highly possible kids faced physical violence from the adults in charge of them. Imo, the first line is genuine. He's recognized a threat, he knows he lacks enough power to face it, and he's scared of getting hurt. The second one is just another attempt at looking like he's in control of the situation. As I've said before, these lines are specially interesting to me because he is in battle, where he isn't in perfect control of everything, that's not his world completely and he can't drag people into it like he does at Laplace, so it makes perfect sense that he drops the facade for a moment facing a real threat.

Maybe this was all really obvious but whatever. I like him a lot

[nyxnightshade7656]

Hooked(Pt2)

I'll be honest. I have no idea where this is all really going. But it's fun to write. Hope you guys enjoy, any ideas/constructive criticism, by all means. Help. Also, prerequisite "I don't speak Cajun or French" and I'm sorry if Google Translate makes you mad, but it's kinda all I got. Writing in accents is hard, despite speaking with a deep southern drawl my whole life XD And if ya wanna be tagged, I guess let me know? I think I'm doing it right.

She sighed and made her way back to her window, which was a little more difficult to find in the dark. Then she just stared up at it for a long moment. She had not thought this through, clearly. From the ground to the window was a five-foot gap. There was nothing to really put her fingers or toes into for grip, curse the perfect maintenance on the building. And she hadn’t thought to just drop a rope, of which there was a disturbing amount to be found, or something similar to be able to climb up. And with her phone dead, she couldn’t exactly ‘phone a friend’ for assistance. She rubbed her hands over her face in annoyance at herself.

Just as she was about to give up and turn back to the forest, it wouldn’t have been the first time sleeping in a tree, a voice called down from above, “Now, Petite, what’chu doin’ out here, huh? Gon’ an’ gotcha self locked out? Good thin’ Ol’ Gambit was out patrollin’. Lemme help ya up.” She looked up, eyes wide, to see Gambit looking out the window above her own. He had a smile on his face and looked like the cat that had gotten the canary. Which was to say, entirely too pleased with himself.

Normally she would deny help, just because she hated to bother other people with her problems, but this time she was willing to make an exception. She just nodded. Gambit smiled again, “Hang tight, be down in a jiff.” Then he was gone from the window and she was left with her thoughts. Thankfully, he didn’t leave her outside for long. Soon enough, he was walking up to her.

“So, how’d ya en’ up ou’ere, huh? We all thought you was hol’up in yer room.” He said with a grin as he motioned back the direction he had come from. No doubt, the front doors. She sighed as she turned to follow him, but not before she glanced up towards her window one last time. Gambit caught her glance easily and followed her gaze. It didn’t take much for him to put two and two together, “Ah, jumped out t’window, hm? Cleaver. T’oh a good teif knows to leave a proper ‘scape route. Or return route in dis case. Why not call’er text ta be let back in?”

She grabbed her phone out of her back pocket, showed him the dark screen, then drew her finger across her throat in the universal sign for ‘dead’. He shook his head, “I see. Well, guess you lucked out wit me bein’ a night owl, huh Petite?” She nodded, just once, and gave him a grateful look. Because he had saved her, even if it was just from a minor inconvenience of having to find a tree to sleep in for the night.

His emotions tasted like cinnamon, vanilla and bourbon on her tongue. Warm, soothing, and with a slight spice. Comfort, care, curiosity, and something light and airy that she couldn’t put a name to. She couldn’t read minds like Xavier or Jean, though she had heard even if she could it would be pointless since Gambit seemed to be able to counteract telepaths. She hadn’t gotten the details on the how, just overheard that he could. But whatever it was that enabled him to escape a telepath’s abilities didn’t seem to help him escape her Empathic abilities, because his emotions were like an open book to her.

They made it to the front doors; that Gambit had left propped open which allowed a warm inviting light spilling onto the stone steps from inside. Not many people realized it, but it wasn’t just living creatures that could have emotions. Wood and stone held residual emotion, particularly strong ones. She could feel the emotions that had seeped into the wood and stone of the mansion over the years of it being occupied. It was yet one more reason why she would hide away or try to escape as much as possible. Her first day in the mansion had nearly driven her to insanity before Xavier had managed to place a temporary shield around her mind to help dull the intensity. Now she was able to create her own mental shields that were almost as strong. Still not enough to be normal, but better.

 “Here ya’re Petite, even left th’ light on for ya.” Gambit teased. The playful teasing tone of his voice perfectly matched the happy-joy-warm-citrusy taste of his emotions. They were so strong that she could feel her own lips pulling into a smile against her will. And of course, he picked up on her smile instantly, “Aww, dat fer me? Should smile more, looks good on ya.” He stepped to the side and, as if he were a prince from a fairy tale, bowed with his arms motioning towards the door, “After you, Chaton.”

She shook her head, unable to stop the smile that seemed almost permanently etched on her face, and stepped inside the mansion. Once inside, she closed her eyes and took a breath. It was something she had to do anytime she walked into a place not one hundred percent her own. She allowed the emotions to flow through her, hateangerfearlovejoypeaceexcitementconcernprotectiveness; but she did not hold on to them. She processed the feelings, acknowledged them, and then released them back into the room. It was the only way she could maintain her sanity.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder, “Ya alrigh’? Ya always quiet, but rarely ever see ya be still as death.” Concern, worry, anxiety; it all tasted like the bitter pith of citrus. She hated it instantly. She shook her head and forced a smile. She had taught herself ASL years ago, about two years after her Siren Song had reared its ugly head and all but forced her to be Mute. But she had learned that nearly no one knew ASL unless they had a loved one that was Mute or Deaf. Which, in turn, relegated her to notebooks or her phone’s talk-to-speech function. Her phone was dead, and she was clearly without a notebook, so that left her with the world’s worst rendition of charades as her only option of communication. So for now, she just went with a simple, unmistakable, hand sign. She held her pinky, ring, and middle fingers up; while her thumb and pointer made a circle. The universal sign for ‘Ok’, followed by pointing to herself.

Gambit chuckled, “One’a dees days, gonna hear that voice a’yers. But alrigh’, you’re good. I hear ya, loud and clear Petite. I’ll walk ya t’yer room.” Before she could physically protest, he placed his hand on her lower back and started to guide her. His emotions made it clear that he didn’t think she couldn’t take care of herself, which she would have taken immediate offense to, but he still felt protective. Curious, and was that affection? She bit her lip, suddenly shy and unsure of herself. She wasn’t sure what to make of those emotions.

“Here ya’re Petite. How’s ‘bout you head on in and get some shuteye, yeah?” He waited until she had opened her door and stepped over the threshold before he leaned into her space, crowding her against the doorway, yet leaving her a clear escape if she so chose, “And Petite? I happen ta be fond of chats. Da kitten ya made Stormy was cute. Still waitin’ fer my lil’ surprise.” He pressed the words against the shell of her ear, making her heartrate kick into triple time. And when he pressed a fleeting; barely there to the point of making her think she might have imaged it, kiss against her jaw, just under her ear, she almost felt like the world as a whole had come to a screeching halt.

He leaned back and gave her a playful wink and casual wave, “Fais de beaux rêves, Petite. Sweet dreams.” And like that, he was gone. And she was left to try and figure out if she had imagined everything that had happened, or if it had been real.

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“Howard.” I saunter up to my brother who’s leaning on the bar with multiple empty glasses in front of him. “We need to talk.”

“No.” He mutters.

Looking around, from side to side. He looks at me confused.

“What are you doing?” He sighs.

“Looking for who the fuck you think you’re talking to, big brother.” I look him up and down.

“Seriously?” He lifts a brow at me.

“Cause it sure as fuck can’t be me. One to many and you forgot who you’re talking too?” I ask, snatching away his glass when the tender puts a new one down. “He’s cut off, or I’ll hit you so hard, you’ll need a hospital to see right again.” I warn him. He blinks from me to Howie before hurrying away.

“You’re not mom.” He huffs at me.

Taking a sip, I nod. “Should we get her?” Lifting a brow at him.

He huffs, flushed and flustered.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Looking him over.

He sighs, dropping his head back. “Nothing, Y/N.”

“Oh, my name? Okay, alright, I see how it is.” I nod.

“Don’t be like that, you called me Howard.” He groans.

Nodding slowly, I stare at him.

“Don’t do that.” He sighs.

Continuing to stare at him.

“Stop.” He whines.

He fidgets and huffs.

“Y/N stop!” He blurts out.

“You disgust me, Howard.” My lips curl at him. Downing the drink, I shove the glass at him. “You hurt her. I swear on whatever god I believe in; I will fuck you up.”

“Really? I disgust you. Look at all you’ve done, Y/N. Look at all the issues we have because of you!” He shoves his hand at me.

I stare at him, watching him. He swallows, eyes glassy, rumbled hair more so than normal. His suit wrinkled and untucked. I nod once, mouth turning down slowly, I blink at him.

“Fuck, that’s not. Y/N,” he blabbers, slurring.

Stepping back from him, watching him start sweating.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighs, guilt moves over his face.

“Yes, you did.” I laugh softly looking away from him. “I’m the problem, I got it. You’re going to put you being a fucking weak ass pussy on me. Make me your scape goat.” Turning my eyes back to him. “Fine. You’re done.” Flicking my eyes up and away from him.

“What?” He blanches instantly. “Smalls,”

“I have no time for a pussy with no spine.” I scoff at him. “I’m nobody’s scape goat, Howard. You’re done. I’ll protect Becca, without you. See yourself out, and if you don’t, I’ll be sure to tell our fathers and her brothers.” Looking away from my brother, I find Bucky moving towards me. Heading for him, his arms slip around me.

“What’s wrong?” He looks down at me with worry.

Shaking my head. “Can we please cause trouble tonight?” I plead up at him. He chuckles, pulling me into him.

“Don’t you always cause trouble, Chaos?” He grins at me.

“Mhm, but I need more.” Grinning up at him.

He shakes his head at me.

“Oh, let’s break in Bobbi!” I bounce on my toes, grabbing his hand, pulling him with me.

He laughs, “Oh now I see what you’re up too.”

“Gwen’s pregnant I don’t get to have any fun lately.” I turn walking backwards, pleading with him.

“Gwen’s pregnant, Wanda’s married, are you feeling left out?” He grins at me.

“Don’t go getting any ideas.” I smirk, spinning on my toes, hurrying towards our friends.

“Too late.” His voice soft, filled with humor.

“Bobbi.” I slip into a chair at the table they’re sitting at. My brother hangs his head.

“Chaos.” The table chuckles.

“Y/N?” She smiles at me.

I nudge Peter chuckling next to me. “Ever been in a fight?” I grin, leaning in on the table.

The table gets quiet.

“She’s not trying to fight you.” Bucky explains for me.

“Oh.” Bobbi nods, understanding now.

“She wants to get into trouble tonight.” Clint sighs, looking from me to Bobbi.

Bobbi laughs. “Well, I don’t have a right hook blessed by Satan, but I can throw hands.” She shrugs.

“My sisters pregnant, Wanda’s married. I need someone to have fun with.” I admit.

“The fuck does that make me chop liver?” Becca’s voice comes from behind me.

Whirling around in my chair. I grin. “Bec’s!” She laughs. “Let’s get into trouble tonight.”

“You want to break the new girl in, huh?” Her nose crinkles at me, but she smiles.

Shrugging. “I have aggression I need to get out.” I admit.

“So, what you and Bucky do alone doesn’t help with that?” Clint laughs.

“Oh god!” Peter and Becca groan, whining in some way.

Grinning wickedly at Clint. “No, but I could wait till Monday and terrorize Saints.” I shrug.

“No.” Four male voices blurt out quickly.

Looking from Becca to Bobbi. “They call me Chaos and Satan and think that they’ll stop me.” I snort.

“Fuck it, let’s go.” Bobbi grins, grabbing her clutch.

“Yes!” Fist pumping, Becca laughs.

“Where’s Howie?” Peter asks as we all get up from the table.

Catching his eye, we exchange a knowing look. He nods slowly, before pulling me out of the chair and ushering me forward.

“Hey,” Bucky pulls me to stop “what’s going on with Howie?”

Glancing at the others as they head for the exit. Looking back at him.

“Do you trust me?”

Winter blue eyes search my face looking for a sign of trouble.

“With my life, you know that.” He nods.

“Trust me than. I have it handled till I need you and the guys.” I promise him. He hesitates but finally nods, agreeing.

“You’re safe?” He slips his arm over my shoulders.

“Nothing to do with me, and I’m always safe with you.” I grin up at him. He grins leaning down to kiss me.

“You just try to soften me up.” He chuckles near my ear.

I laugh as we head for our group. “Bucky, baby you’ve always been soft when it comes to me.” I remind him with a grin.

He scoffs, shaking his head. “You mean only with you. When it comes to you, I’ve killed and will again.” He kisses the side of my head. We reach the group heading through the hotel.

“Mm my favorite kind of sick love story.” Turning my eyes up at him as my tongue pokes out between my lips. Winter blue eyes darken watching my mouth.

“Don’t you ever think you’re leaving me, Chaos.” He licks his lips, smirking.

“Good luck ever leaving me Boss man, during me even after me I’ll kill a bitch.” Smirking at him.

“You’re like a really fucked up couple.” TC joins us, suddenly, laughing.

“Like you wouldn’t kill for me too.” I blow him a kiss. He laughs, shaking his head as the group chuckles.

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[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 26: SHOWER SEX Sōsuke Aizen x F! Arrancar! Reader

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The sound of dripping water echoing all around the biggest bathhouse you have ever seen. His head thrown back, his chocolate hair too. Arms strong but also lean helps his naked body to float as he grabs from the sides of the tub.

You take some time to admire his beautiful physique. Abs barely visible from over the water level, protruding collarbones, prominent Adam’s apple and the sharpest mandible framing his relaxing façade.

“What, (Name)?” he asks, surprising you with the tray and a cup of tea on your hands.

“I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I… brought your tea, where should I leave it?” you ask, stuttering. How could you forget how much of a powerful being he is? Of course he could sense your presence… you’ve been created by himself.

Sosuke opens his eyes and after sighing, he turns his head to you. Him, in that sterile environment with everything so white as everything in Las Noches, stands out in such delightful imagery.

“Bring it to me” he commands, with a soft smile on his lips but eyes full of impure intentions.

You nod, and fast enough bring the tea closer to him. You are aware of his nudity, but still try to act as if he was fully clothed… even if your eyes couldn’t get away from the running drops coming from his wet hair to his chest.

Your lips barely part, letting soft sighs of warm breath scape in between them. You slowly kneel on the ground to serve him the tea, you shouldn’t be above your Lord.

Your pupils dilate as he lifts his back just a little, allowing some more of his belly to emerge from the water. Aizen Sosuke is the definition of temptation, of lust, of need…

“Heh… You like what you see?” he asks, breaking the enchantment all of a sudden. “Excuse me, Sir. I didn’t mean to look, I…” you quickly excuse yourself, although your cheeks get on fire and your breathing accelerated.

The ting of the porcelain cup on your hand echoes as much as the water drops… the more you tremble to keep it steady as you pretend to serve him, the more it resonates. And Aizen is delighted, because if there is something that pleases him is when people consider him a god. He enjoys intimidating you as everybody else.

“You seem to be having trouble to serve me a cup of tea today, (Name)… leave the teapot aside for me, please” he orders, always politely but still perversely.

You leave everything on the floor, bowing before him. “I’m sorry, Aizen-sama. I am so unworthy of serving you!” you repeat, hitting your forehead on the wet floor of his bathroom.

He takes his hand to his chin, observing your pathetic intent for mercy, and stops your whining.

“(Name), you might have trouble serving me tea… but I know you are good with other tasks, aren’t you? Come here, help me bathe” he commands, offering your hands the privilege of touching his godly -not so pure- flesh.

You blink, as he stands up. His whole anatomy surfaces, showing you his attributes with absolutely no shame. Aizen extents his hand for you to grab it, as the very depiction of a godly creature inviting you to heaven.

You swallow. A trembling hand of yours touches his, and with his help you stand up from the floor.

“Very well… now, use this to rub my chest” he indicates, giving you a piece of white cloth imbued in water and a soapy substance.

You take it in between your hands; the cloth is warm and so is the water and your core. Your quivering hand approaches his right pec with delicacy, almost as if you were about to touch something fragile.

Aizen smiles lovingly, looking at you in the same way a master looks at his dog. You are, to him, inferior. And still, cute, so very beautiful.

Slowly tracing circles on his flesh, you let a fine mantle of foam. Your eyes, fixed in the pores of his skin, are battling against your own need not to look any further… down, down where his sin start.

However, and besides not watching, pulled by the transgressive force of desire, you lost the battle against morality… you let your cheek to be pressed right in the middle of his chest.

He gasps, would it be a lie to say he wasn’t surprised. Aizen plans it all, but still… there are some types of physical contact that are simply unforeseen. A man whose life has always revolved around being lonely, breaking limits with no mercy for a higher mean, can still get amazed at a sudden show of love.

Sosuke takes some time to think; never has he ever stuttered… but this time he did; and the final decision meant for him to turn off his mind and let desire to take over. This time, as he learnt the Hogyoku was supposed to do, he just let his heart manifest its true desires…

A heavy hand falls on the crown of your head. Though hefty, it’s also delicate and caring. Aizen presses your face against his chest, you can hear the heart inside pumping harder and faster.

“You love me that much, (Name)?” “I love you more than much, my Lord… with all my soul” “Your soul? Mh… I see”

He sighs, not annoyed but pleased. And his hands pass around your waist, pulling you inside the tub swiftly.

You get your white and black uniform all wet, things he doesn’t mind and also enjoys. The transparency of it, showing hard nipples through. The soaking skirt, attaching to your skin, showing your sex.

“Come here” he murmurs, kissing you with a class that cannot be found in another man. It’s also perverse and deadly, and you are all about losing your life for it.

Slowly, softly… both sliding down. Hips straddled on his lap, the water playing with the hem of your skirt, making it float and dance with the way you hump on his hardness.

Sosuke presses you down with his hands on the small of your back; your hands, hang loosely on his shoulder blades. His lips attacking your neck, and the breasts he freed as he tore your uniform.

And the more his kisses go down, the more your back arches with him holding you with playful fingers along your spine. Your hair rains on your back, your cheeks tinted in black drops as your make up has started to smear.

“You know you are here because I created you? And you are here because I wanted to, right? He whispers, kissing in between your breasts, down your sternum.

“Yes, Aizen-sama. I am beyond grateful because you chose me, my Lord. I am completely devoted to you” you murmur, feeling his sex search for your entrance.

“Would you be a good girl and let me fuck you?” he asks, -in reality he doesn’t need to-

You alone lift your hips to help him accede faster to your insides, you are desperate… “Yes, my Lord… please, fuck me”

Aizen smirks, tracing circles with his index on your lower belly around your hollow. And with his free hand, he guides his shaft into you.

Who knows, maybe you were just one more of his Arrancar… Or maybe you were created from a piece of his own very soul, because when he penetrated you, it felt like two forces were finally rejoined…

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[shun-zam]

Okay so I talked about this at length before but bakugan is really ambitious with the story it is telling in the length of time that it has.

In 52 episodes we meet our 6 main character, 5 main bakugan. But that’s not all. You have the masquerade and his bakugan, the rival crew and their bakugan (five more human and bakugan pairs to meet and learn the dynamics of) Christopher, Joe and Wavern. It’s a very bloated cast. And with a cast that size it’s amazing that so many characters got to shine and have arcs/character growth in the time that they had. They were very efficient and I’m still amazed.

However if I may fly close to the sun. As we are in the land scape of reboots let us look at a retelling instead. Because the main problem with Bakugan season 1 is it’s two short.

“But 52 episode isn’t short” you’re right. But think of what we could do if we had more time.

Like I said I’ve talked about this before but allow me to go again.

Take episodes 1-25 and expand them to be a full 52 episode season 1.

1-13 is fine this introduces our cast and their dynamics.

Episodes 14 - 18 is where the expansion happens. This is the segment where Billy, Chan-Lee, Klause, Julio, and Komba are working for Masquarde. Expand this. Have them be evil longer. And take down time (yes I know they didn’t have this because the goal isn’t sell toys but let me house on substance)

We end 18 like normal. Preyus is gone. Marucho is big sad. Let the Brawlers split up. But instead of Julie instantly going after Billy and freeing him, milk it.

Things to accomplish in no order.

Runo and Marucho centered episode (no Dan to the rescue) Runo trying to comfort Marucho when they are attacked by let’s say Chan-Lee and they have to work together to win. Bonus points if Alice is with them helping them strategize. Marucho is brawling for the first time in a long time without Preyus, he will need the help and support. Let them be friends supporting each other.

That brings up another part, as soon as Alice is present she is tagging along for Brawls. I mean from the airport episode onward. They say she is the team’s strategist, show me. Have her helping them with strategy and as the show goes onward the Brawlers need her help less and less. This shows the growth of the Brawlers as Characters while also make Alice an integral member of the team.

Dan and Shun’s fight. Make it last longer. Dan and Julie go off and face Komba.

Shun and Alice go off and get attacked by Julio. (We never see these match ups in the show and it would be fun to put their styles against each other)

Dan and Shun reunite and apologize (both were jerks) just in time for Billy and Klause to show up. Julie tries to get Billy to Brawl her/talk to her but Klause has no interest in collecting Gorem (yet) and Billy is still under the negative influence. Maybe Billy says something about his and Julie’s friendship being meaningless. Julie is obviously upset and Dan and Shun step in. The duel allows the two of them to parallel their own childhood friendship with Julie and Billy’s and that even though they went through a rough patch/circumstances changed (Shun’s mom died) their friendship still means a lot to them. Just line Billy’s friendship means a lot to Julie. It’s not enough to get through to Billy but it helps Julie feel less alone.

We met Julie’s sister. This does not have to be a Brawl. This can be as simple at her calling to check in on Julie and the Audience seeing how inferior Julie feels compared to her sister. (This can also be shown by her parent checking in and comparing the two girls, or by Billy being up Julie’s “perfect sister” as a way to taunt her) either way I want her brought up and stationed as this impossible standard that Julie feels she can never reach.

I also want Marucho’s parents to check in and for Marucho to struggle between pleasing them and being a Brawler. This is especially hard as he does not currently have Preyus.

Let this happen in the same episode. Let Julie and Marucho bond over having impossible standards thrusted upon them. Let them brawl together (I don’t think we ever see them tag battle)

Runo is still upset with Dan or something and her and Julie get into an argument. The two later get into a tag team brawl. Use this as a chance to show how Runo’s stubbornness can get them into trouble but also as a way to show the girls bonding as they work together. (Let them talk about something besides Dan)

Just more character interactions. More emphasis on their friendships. Dan and Shun’s childhood. Marucho getting support. Bring up the focus of Julie and Marucho’s trials earlier so that they hit harder later. INCLUDE ALICE MORE. Let Runo shine in more than just her relationship with Dan.

Also show their ranks going up (make it a big deal like the bounties in one piece)

(Again I know why the show moves so fast (toys) but let character relationships and dynamics matter)

Episode 19-22 is when the brawlers beat the rival crew for the last time. These match ups remain the same. And just think how much harder the Preyus reveal will hit if their is more time to see how his absence effects not only Marucho but the whole team (Runo’s fears about losing Tigrerra). Julie still saves Billy with the power of friendship. Shun still (unwillingly) gains a student in Komba. Dan, Runo and Marucho still fight in the triple battle.

End the season in one of two ways.

1) the Joe episodes.

Durning everything about they should still be suspicious of Joe.

The reveal of Hoe as a good guy and the reveal of Wavern powers should be a big moment.

End the season wondering who the Spy is and make it super dramatic that it is one of the Brawlers. One of the characters we just spent 52 episodes with.

2) end it on cannon episode 27

The second to last episode shows all the rivals being beaten by Masquerade

The last episode is Dan throwing himself into the doom dimension.

Let me know if you want the second half of this nonsense. I’ve talked about it a bit already, but I currently am on the last part of my Battle Brawlers rewatch and will be able to add more detail later

[crimeronan]

Ok wait BUT, we know it's possible to remotely enter someone's mind scape. So what if Luz let's Camilla and Vee run hunter off cause she doesn't remember him. So Hunter decides to (SOMEHOW) drag Darius into fixing her mind. Darius brings raine along, and it's like the worst version of them figuring out if she would have been an Evil Empress.

Hunter desperately trying to fix luz which would REQUIRE him to see all the grimwalker shit. Raine thinking they fucked up so bad to not see this all. Everyone is bitching with everyone else.

"Little prince are you all right?"

"I'm so good rn Darius. I'm a zombie clone but also luz Knows, and that means she remembers me, so everything is great hahahahaa"

But they fix it all, right? Hunter is having a breakdown, but they got all the memories in place.

And then Luz wakes up next to Vee, and she is freaking out!!!!! She sent HER BOY away!

hunter is like darius, if you don't help me, i'm going to find a way to do it myself. and her inner self probably won't be too fond of me, given what i saw. i don't know exactly what belos did to her, but she was scared of me, so i know he did SOMETHING. you KNOW she'd never be afraid of me

& darius, who has been dealing with the fact that hunter managed to sneak past all his security to go get himself killed by belos, is like for fuck's sake. you really will, won't you.

fine. Fine.

raine gets roped in because they're good with luz & hunter trusts them implicitly. so they're on official Keep The Inner Luz Calm duties.

also, luz's two-tiered mindscape.... she has all her (now incomplete/jumbled/confused) grimwalker memories on the surface. all her memories of when she pretended to be an unfeeling little tyrant to please belos. so even when they put the pieces back together, hunter is STILL like no. something's wrong. these can't be right, that's not.... that's not LUZ.

while darius is trying to be gentle about "that IS luz." except, yknow. darius doesn't have a gentle bone in his body. so he's just like welp. sucks to see her true self. she's probably better off left in the human realm, huh??

meanwhile raine is the one to be like no... this doesn't feel right to me either. this doesn't account for any of what i know about luz.

if and when the inner luz shows up, i think she'd solve this for them.... she can SEE that something is wrong with her memories, she's soot-stained with unhealing burn injuries and she keeps coughing and she needs Help. she'll take whatever help she can get. she'll lead them to the lower levels and the "real" luz memories. and everything down there is a blackened wasteland -- all her wild magic, all her childhood memories, all her love for hunter.

and that's worse for hunter than even fixing the grimwalker memories was. seeing just how devastated her mindscape is, just how damaged and in pain her inner self is....

and then yeah. luz wakes up healed in the real world & is immediately Frantic. more frantic than vee or camila have ever seen her. running out of the house, out into the street, not bothering to watch for cars. stumbling over her own feet. calling hunter's name. screaming at both vee And camila when they try to calm her down and get her to come inside.

ough. Ough.

babies....