#it will not make you feel better but it's nice before lost kitten gets on your nerves so much that you want to throw yourphoneacrosstheroom

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When you've been wanting an EC sigil your whole life and when you finally get it you just want to carve it out of your skin. Sad!

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Sex on the Beach

Wanda Maximoff x F!R (College AU)

Natasha x F!R x Yelena (found family)

Warnings: Alcohol | Possessive / Jealous Wanda | Mutual Pining | Shy / Awkward R | Natasha is a little shit 💕

Smut: Awkward/Sweet 1st time (Dialogue Breaks) | Mommy (W) | Thigh-Riding / Strap / Oral (R) | Marking | Oral (W)

With Natasha’s lover deployed for the holiday’s she takes an interest in her best friend’s pathetic love life. | WC: 8,676

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"Natasha, I swear to god I will never forgive you," you whined, hands clutching desperately onto your best friend's crossed arms, but she wasn't phased one bit.

That much was clear as she slowly rolled her eyes, "There are eight rooms, and eleven of us Y/N, there's no way around it. Val and Carol are sharing, I'm the one grouped up with Lena, so suck it up buttercup."

"I can bunk with Bucky!" Natasha laughed, "Yeah, and then when Steve sneaks in what will you do? Pretend to be asleep while they fuck like it's the closet, again?"

You quite frankly didn't mind such vile behavior. Anything seemed better to you than the alternative.

——

"Love is love," you used the mantra as a plead and the redhead nearly keeled over. "Nice..." You grinned then, with a doomed sense of glee. "Still not happening."

"Then why don't you make them bunk together?"

"Because they'd know we know, and it is rude to force people out of their clear glass closets Y/N/N." You simply huffed in reply, and pushed her slightly as you released your former death grip on her. Natasha smiled softly this time, but she refused to change her mind. It was her job as your best friend to push you in the right direction, even if you couldn't see the bigger picture just yet. "Hey! At least Wanda doesn't snore."

You knew from experience Natasha was making the biggest sacrifice of all with Yelena, but quite frankly you didn't care. Right now you are feeling spiteful.

Natasha cackled at the middle finger you threw her way, but it was more so because you tripped as you spun to get away from her. You never hit the ground though as two dainty, albeit mighty hands caught you.

Wanda's eyes had lit up, her nose scrunched as her lips raised joyfully. Natasha could see the hearts circling. So, the redhead took her cue to go, and that made the brunette even more pleased to have you all to herself.

"Falling for me so soon, kitten?" Wanda teased, her lips curled up into an obnoxiously hot smile as your uncrossing eyes peered up at her, you were paralyzed; unsure if you wanted to kiss her grin away or slap it out of existence. The way she never failed to leave you in a hazy state of mind infuriated you, like yes, she was a gorgeous woman, but did she have to crumble you?!

The answer was also yes, all you offered the girl was a weak thanks for saving you from scraped palms, then you quickly scurried off to the room she'd be in soon.

Just like every time, you didn't look up nor back at her, ensuring you missed her sad eyes and pouty lips. If you wanted her plenty, she wanted you even more. Nobody else interested her quite like you did. Wanda had seen you at a few frat parties before she then forged her way into your friend group through Carol and Valkyrie.

They were all on the same volleyball team, and they hit it off so well that they brought her to a game night. You weren't known for your silence, but when she entered that apartment you suddenly became mute. Natasha teased you for a week about your pathetic gay panic, she even tried to tell you it was a mutual crush, but you refused to believe her; she who would never lie to you, yet you questioned her loyalty, lost in a haze of fear.

Natasha was honestly offended; more so determined.

Which is why she had to resort to begging Tony not to book the bigger place for the winter break kick back you were having. None of you had family, at least not the kind worth visiting, so you celebrated together.

For a change of pace from snow and gloom, the lot of you saved up enough for getting passports and Tony refused to let any of you worry about the rest. Howard was not a good father, or man quite frankly, but his well of guilt money was something Tony appreciated.

The Fijian resort he booked was gorgeous, and resided on a private part of the oceanfront, but was still within walking distance of the communal areas. It might be winter vacation, but you were in a sunny paradise across the world, the palm trees swayed as the brisk breeze brought on by the ocean blew right on by.

It was warm and humid, just as you'd expect in a tropical paradise such as this one. After the awkward moment spent embarrassing yourself with your crush you made sure to not be there when she got to the room. Fortunately for you she was stopped by the long term lovers, Care and Val, so you had just enough time to drop your belongings off before exploring the island.

The island was beautiful and the people were friendly enough to even give you a tour of the not so common spots. It was peaceful talking to strangers, and unlike in the states you didn't feel like you were a bother.

After they'd been so generous with their time you thanked them with lunch before heading back to where your friends were all lazing about indoors. To avoid further embarrassment you settled down in the sand and before you realized it you'd spent hours out there.

Perched under a cluster of trees, lost in a nsfw book, honestly you could've stayed there until the sun had set but your friends never really could let you know peace.

"I'm not going," you immediately denied whomever it was that was sent to collect you. Fearful to see the brunette of your dreams after finally calming down.

"Y/N, you need to stop being such a party pooper!"

You sighed softly, knowing that of course Natasha would send the only other person who doesn't back down when it comes to your antics; a lifetime of friendship tends to come with these pesky advantages.

After a moment of anxious thoughts you sighed again, slid a bookmark between the nearly finished pages then held your hand out for the impatient blonde. Yelena grumbled, "took you long enough, I was getting tired of the pity partying," as she hoisted you up with a force that nearly put you right back on the ground.

"It's not a pity party," you weakly defended in offense but the blonde only cackled as she began to walk off, "Y/N, you are all alone reading a book about sex with longing eyes and a pout, totally unnecessary too since you have someone patiently waiting to rail you..."

"Oh my god, Yelena!" The blonde took off before you could berate her like her mom would, but not without shouting back that Natasha had picked your outfit out for you with express instructions on not deviating.

For a split second you considered dropping back into the you shaped hole in the sand, but you knew Yelena was only a warning. If Natasha came to collect you it would be more embarrassing and it was only day one of the trip, there were still nine left to go so you caved.

Once you got to your room you found it to be empty of the woman you feared being around, but her elegant scent lingered and left you in a state of contemplation.

Would it really be so bad to see if Natasha is right?

Could you really be oversimplifying her kindness?

The more you consider it, the more you see her point. Wanda never missed a chance to talk to you, even in the hallways of the massive university she said hello. You usually nodded your head or squeaked out a hi, which you now hope she didn't take offensively. The last thing you'd ever want would be to offend her.

Then there was the glaring proof of today, when she playfully insinuated you'd fall for her... Either she is just a full time tease or you are an oblivious idiot. Truthfully, it was likely a combination of the two.

Your thoughts of consideration died when you looked down to see clothes that were not from your luggage. Natasha had apparently gone shopping for, not with, you and laid out a swim suit and two overlay options.

There was a strapless, one piece swimsuit, which you were grateful for, but the fabric over the hips was cut out and only barely passed the test of your boundaries. After you slipped into it you were left with a dilemma, wear the sheer swim slip or the form fitting dress.

"Good choice," a raspy voice called, you didn't even flinch, part of you expecting the woman to be keeping an eye on you just in case you tried to bail. Natasha chuckled, "at least this time you aren't falling," as you'd flipped the redhead off once more, this time without turning to face her as you were getting dressed.

"Or was that on purpose?" Natasha teased, "Letting Wanda save you—the pretty damsel in distress."

"I hate you," you grumbled as you turned to glare at her. Natasha negated your phrase as her hands moved to pat down the fly away hairs ruined by the fabric sliding over your head, then she smiled proudly. "You sure clean up well when you are properly supervised."

"Now, now... None of that," Natasha scolded as you flopped back onto your mattress in a defiant manner, huffing angrily in Russian to get the point across. "You are getting better, the lessons with mama are working."

"Da," you smiled fondly thinking of Melina, who was one of the only of your friend's parents you liked. The woman presents outwardly as cold, but it's not true. You knew what cold was, you'd grown up with it and so the Russian's house was like a home away from hell.

When Melina said, "How's my baby girl been?" last year while moving to hug you first instead of Nat or Lena you nearly sobbed all over the woman's blouse. But with a petty quip from Lena, "what are we then? Just her daughters?" followed by a jab to her ribs from Natasha who smiled at you, the urge to break down was gone and you kept it together to celebrate.

This year their mom had gone back home, they were going to go along but she was adamant they focused on their friendships and hopefully partners soon. Yelena wasn't as hopeless as you, but Kate unfortunately was.

Nat had Maria—who was deployed for the holidays, and it was then that you realized her focusing on your love life was for her distraction and her mom's joy.

"Stop having googly eyes for my mom," she gagged, "Save them for Wanda." You stood up and pulled your friend's face into your hands, expression far too serious for the redhead to believe you were in distress. "We didn't want to tell you girls yet, but Melina and I are..."

"Don't you finish that sentence you disgusting freak!"

Natasha ripped her face from your hands so she could escape the torture that was your devilish humor. Just as she reached the door she turned to you with a fixed glare as you were wiping away humored tears. "What?"

"Stop standing there like an idiot and follow me Y/N."

You followed the redhead silently, but with a scowl so that she knew you didn't align with her view of you. The walk to the private cabana was silent, but soon the booming voices of your friends surrounded you as they practically cheered. "You two are behind on shots!"

Tony wasted no time after alerting you to the 'dilemma' before he was handing you two full to the brim with what you knew to be the most expensive vodka. The drops lost down your chin probably worth more than the beat up Camry that you drove around back home.

After the burn in your throat faded you stepped into the circle and clashed a third shot into your friends before the lot of you tossed them back with glee. You could feel your mind and body loosening up, it was a relief honestly but then you caught sight of the deep, vivacious green eyes that were raking over your body.

In turn, you followed suit and were not disappointed. Natasha dressed you more provocatively but Wanda looked like she was interested in a casual evening. The brunette didn't need the skimpy dress or makeup to attract the attention of others, at least not with you.

Currently, she was wearing a nude bikini, the top noticeable behind the lengthy patterned cover up. Yet it still turned your mind to mush without the flair and left you to ponder if you were ready to make a move.

Your eyes continued to shamelessly wander her body, a side effect of the strong booze you supposed. There was a thin gold chain that worked like a choker around her neck, with another chain that dangled down the front and drew your attention to the valley of her chest as it only stopped just above her navel. It took everything in you not to gawk at her breasts, so you trailed your eyes back up to find her staring at you, eyes full of tease.

You definitely knew then you weren't ready, the closest you came was to send her an easy smile and Wanda sent back a more enthusiastic one because to her that was still progress. If she played her cards right this trip and thanked the godsend that is Natasha for forcing proximity she might just leave Fiji with you on her hip.

Natasha sent you a soft glare when you excused yourself to the ladies room, where after using the restroom you decided you'd build your courage up a bit more before you would even try to start a conversation.

That's how you found yourself patiently waiting your turn at the bar, sitting sideways on the stool as you fondly watched your friends from afar with a smile.

"Sex on the beach!" Yes, most definitely you thought while giving Wanda another look over. Then you were brought back to reality when the bartender tapped your shoulder. Your body shook with fright, but you regained your composure as you shifted. Kelani, the bartender, smirked as you cocked your head to the side in question. "Courtesy of the lady at the end of the bar." You gulped, clearing your throat to thank the woman then turned to see Natasha in a cloak. The redhead winked, then slinked away to the restroom.

It seemed the persistent woman had a death wish, because if you didn't get to her first, Wanda might.

Unfortunately, you were whisked away before you could reach your shit head of a best friend, who you figured was planning something all day long. Shit head was beginning to seem like an understatement when you felt a body pressing yours into the side of a door.

How the hell did you get inside so quickly?

Wanda was fuming, she was no stranger to a one night stand, and there was no way in hell she'd let you follow the dead woman walking there. It actually hurt her to see you making your way through the crowd to do so.

Was the smile you sent her in vain? Were you merely trying your hand at letting the woman down easy?

There was no part of Wanda willing to accept that, even if you were free to mingle with whomever. She couldn't let you try before you gave her a chance, so she pulled you away from the public, prying eyes of the locals so that she could try her luck one final time.

A light flickered on and you saw your belongings, then you saw a tumultuous sea of green staring down at you, she looked hurt and that made your heart ache and mind nervous. "Wh-what was that W-wanda?"

"What were you doing following that woman Y/N?" She decided to answer your question with one of her own instead, and slowly tilted her head to the side. It felt like you were in trouble, so you remained quiet and it nearly infuriated her but then she saw your gaze.

It was soft, inquisitive in nature, but moreover dilated.

Something deeper than lust swirled; annoyance, and that's when she got the answer. Wanda already had her suspicion of who it was, and she silently thanked her before readjusting her position as well as her words.

"You don't have to be so shy around me, you know?" You did know, but the bashfulness wasn't something you controlled around the goddess, much like your mouth when tipsy, "I know, but like—I can't help but to be turned on by the sight of you."

Well, so much for remaining bashful, Wanda's cheeks warmed before your very eyes, but you missed it as you closed them due to embarrassment. It was taking all of her willpower not to give you what you were both in need of. You were far too special for a quickie, she fully intended to take her time with you, "You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?"

"F-fun?" Wanda's eyes fell to catch the trepidation of your throat, it bobbed out, almost unnaturally. You both knew there was no going back as her knee slid between your thighs to press into your wet swimsuit.

An airy chuckle left her as you whined, the woman knew for damn sure you'd barely made it to the bar so there was no way you'd taken a dive in the water first.

"Yes honey," she purred as she leaned in closer, "fun," her nose nuzzled against yours and her hot breaths mixed with your own. "Seems you're more than ready, so unless you want to object I'm going to kiss you.

"I-I," your voice trembled as your eyes watered and she lessened the pressure of her knee against your core, a sense of fear in her soul that she'd been too forward.

Wanda softly pressed, "What is it sweetheart?"

"I don't do one night stands," you squeaked out rather pitifully before finding some confidence. "I don't find anything wrong with the notion but it's not for me."

Wanda internally beamed, not only would you not have left that bar with a stranger tonight, but you were able to set a clear boundary; she not only respected it but she agreed with you. Wherever the night takes you two it would never be a once off for the brunette, who unbeknownst to you, was a total hopeless romantic.

Wanda responded softly, her tone free of pressure, "We don't have to sleep together Y/N, we can just lay down and get to know each other better if you aren't ready."

Her nose firmly pressed into yours as she continued, not leaving you a chance to reply before she laid it all out on the table. "I need you to know that as much as I crave you honey, it's not just your body, contrarily what I want most is for your heart to be mine."

With a confidence Wanda had yet to detect you gently pushed her back, initially her heart quivered at the thought of your incoming rejection, but it never came. Instead, you smiled a bit more bravely and pulled the outer layer you'd worn off to reveal just the one-piece.

"If you are being genuine, Wanda, then all I ask is that you take it slow please. I'm not the best at all of this..."

Wanda grinned, her hands quickly found purchase on your waist, unexpectedly rough thumbs ran over the bare skin and caused goosebumps to lay in their wake. Reminding you of the punk band she plays in with her brother and Clint on the weeknights at local bars. A small smile adorned your face, you began to get lost in the memory of the one time you watched them live.

Wanda tilted her head. "What did I lose you to, hm?"

You chuckled softly, "A memory of you performing."

"Oh," she sounded genuinely surprised, and that was because she never knew you'd gone to a show. A part of her was honestly embarrassed, but she covered it up with a tease, "If you were there, then why did I never see you amongst the groupies..." You rolled your eyes and she giggled, the follow up look in your blown out eyes told her she was taking too long to fuck you.

So the woman simply took a second to breathe in the moment, her head leaned back as she smiled broadly up at the ceiling from merely feeling you. "Wanda..."

Her soft, warm lips brushed over yours, cutting off your expected pleading, but she refrained from kissing you just yet. "Want mommy to take control detka?"

A deep, sensual chuckle sounded off the walls as you whimpered and pressed yourself into her. "Please."

The brunette slid her hands up, caressing your sides as her lips gently pecked your cheek, then they crossed over one another as she wrapped you in her embrace. Both of you stood there in silence, breaths mixing but neither of you moved to rid your life of the gap. Time stood still alongside you both until Wanda got her own nerves under control so that she could perform well.

"Is sex before a first date alright with you," she teased with inflection, but her eyes were genuinely inquisitive.

The silence paired with your adorable pout urged her to go on. With a heavy sigh, she did just that. "I ask, again, because once I kiss you Y/N, I don't know how quickly I will be able to stop myself. You just, you make me feel out of control detka, so just please be sure."

The look in her eyes was palpable, lust swirled and you felt a pulse of need between your thighs. You whined, "Mommy please," body too desperate for her attention for you to worry about the embarrassment anymore.

Wanda simply hummed, her thumbs gently dug into your skin and you obediently met her gentle gaze. You could see she wanted to, the way she gripped your hips even tighter a clear sign, but you could see that she needed more reassurance. "I trust you Wanda."

Wanda nods, smile soft as she finally broke the distance, her lips pressed to yours with an earnest need all while her hands returned to your hips so that she could aide you in getting off on her bare thigh. A part of your hazy mind still wondered when she had even removed her swimsuit cover, but the pleasure you felt from her choices left your mind incapable of thought.

The kiss was initially messy and awkward as the two of you got used to the shared affection, but once a rhythm had been set with her hands on your hips you were able to melt more easily into the lip lock. Your mind began to slip away, and the bubbling anxiety followed.

Eventually though, the pleasure became too much as Wanda swiftly slid your swimsuit to the side, the both of you groaned at the much more intimate feeling. It was suddenly tense, the brunette's lips had moved to kiss all over the skin you'd left exposed all the while her hands never stopped building you to your peak.

"Cum for mommy whenever you like," she purred, almost teasingly as she somehow knew you were close. Part of you wanted to feel embarrassed but you were too deep in pleasure to care that you looked desperate.

You came seconds after she left a mark on your neck, in the little juncture where it met with your shoulder. Wanda bit down harshly as she felt your delightful arousal ooze down her thigh, her own need now rising.

Wanda suddenly pulled away to catch the look of bliss on your face, internally cursing herself for nearly missing it; no way she'd waited all this time to see it just to miss it. Fortunately, she was just in time to watch your mouth fall open, and fuck if you weren't the most alluring beauty the woman had ever seen; a mess

The top of your suit had shifted down some as every time Wanda had roughly moved your body back the oak door would shift the elastic red fabric. A peak at your areoles had her mind positively spinning with the endless possibilities for the ways to have you.

The thoughts overwhelmed her while you slowly returned to a state of calm, your once tightly shut eyes fluttered open to catch sight of Wanda with her lip caught between her teeth as her eyes trailed over you.

You leaned in to kiss her slowly, it almost felt like a thank you and that made Wanda's heart swoon further. It lasted for a few seconds until you felt your lungs beg for the break they needed after your intense climax. In the moment of rest you decided to take a page from her book, and the first thing you did now that her body was nearly bare was to gawk at her perky breasts.

They sat so prettily in the cups of her bikini top and you just wanted to bury yourself in the shallow gap that lay between them. Wanda knowingly smirked, finding the look of awe on your face adorable; she was absolutely certain you'd be drooling on her in no time.

"You can touch me detka," she whispered, lips turned up as she met your eyes, "mommy doesn't mind..."

With a shaky hand you reached behind her, fingers gently laid against the clasp of her bra while your eyes searched hers once more for any hesitation. "Do it."

Her nude bra hit the floor, exposing her breasts to you, and just as you'd dreamed before they were perfect. It had always been your thought that all breasts were, no matter if they were lopsided, or small, nothing ever deterred your adoration for the warm, malleable tissue.

Wanda watched the way your tongue slowly licked over your bruised lips, you were hyper fixated on ogling her, but as her hand slid around your neck you realized she was just as desperate as you were to be touched. The worry you once felt melted away as you nuzzled your face against her breasts, lips grazing over the skin in a way that almost felt like teasing. But the woman knew you were just trying to admire the swell of her chest.

A soft sigh left her when you became more firm as your lips pressed into her heated skin. The brunette allowed you to blindly walk her backwards until she fell onto the bed, pulling your body right down with hers. You were lost somewhere in a haze as you suckled on her breasts, leaving behind marks without a thought to if she'd want that, but her moans quelled that rising fear.

Her back arched as soon as your tongue softly flicked over her pert nipple, there was hardly any hesitation as you swirled your tongue around her areola just before you pulled her nipple between your teeth and tugged. The way you suckled on her bud was almost feverish, a gentle laugh left her over a moan as she found your sudden wave of confidence to be a bit unexpected.

Unfortunately, that made you pull away with a crease between your raised brows. "Um, I-I'm sorry if I..."

Wanda replied by wordlessly pulling you back down, your face now hovering her other nipple, it had yet to receive the marvelous treatment and she desperately wanted you to touch her. "Detka, please continue..."

The woman found herself melting as you complied, her back slowly met with the mattress again as she fell into the comfort of your ministrations. Slowly, her hands began to glide over your bare sides, scratching at the skin as you built her arousal up to something painful.

The need to have you overweighed her desire for you to continue satisfying her. Cold hands soon slid beneath the elastic fabric overlaying your body, her nails slowly trailed faint lines over your skin until she finally cupped your breasts as you continued to suck on hers.

On instinct you ground your pelvis down into hers, a moan left you and reverberated around her nipple as you felt something hard rub against you. Again, you hadn't a clue when she had put a strap on, but in the lust of it all you didn't actually care much. Wanda smirked up at the ceiling at your shock, something you caught as you peered up at her from her chest.

"You know," she sighed rather amusedly, "I've dreamt of this moment for a while now and never once did you end up on the top of mommy like this kitten." You released her breast, ready to beg her to let you stay but instead you gasped as her hands groped your tits with precision, using the grip to flip you onto your back.

In a matter of seconds you regained your bearings and saw the consideration in her eyes as she played with the straps of your swimsuit. Wanda watched you gulp down your anxiety before giving her the go ahead, she wasted no time pushing her hands up and out of the top so that she could pull the offensive piece down.

"Holy shit," she chuckled, clearly a bit shocked as she found not only were your nipples pierced but so was your belly button. "My sweet girl is a secret deviant?"

"I was a rebellious teen," you quietly admitted.

"Nothing to be ashamed about kitten," she reassured you within an instant, she saw you internally prepared to shy away though so she shared her own experience with rebellion. "Actually, believe it or not but mommy was too; used to have her lips and nose pierced."

You believed it easily, she was in a punk band...

"I would've loved to see that," you dream aloud and the gorgeous brunette chuckled as she kissed her way up your body until her lips found a home against yours. "I'm sure Pietro will grace you with the evidence."

You cried out at the realization, "Oh god, Natasha..."

Wanda grimaced, pulling back to glare softly as her head tilted naturally. "No more screaming others names... Actually, how about no more talking at all." You were seconds away from combusting, an apology on the tip of your stuttering tongue. "I-I'm s—oh fuck."

Wanda had quickly shushed your apologies as her svelte fingers slid through your lips, collecting the slick warmth from within as she parted them. Her emeralds shone with pure accomplishment and joy as your eyes closed. "Mhm, mommy prefers those sweet moans."

"Tell me honey," Wanda broke her rule again as her wet fingers lifted up to her moving lips. Her thoughts effectively paused as she tasted you for the first time. Wanda moaned around her digits and sucked them clean before she found herself hovering over you. "Do you think you're wet enough for my cock baby? Or do you need mommy's fingers to stretch you out first?"

The crude question made your heart beat out of time, you felt ready for her strap but the idea of her fingers inside of you sounded so appealing. It was actually your attraction to her hands that told Wanda her crush was far from unrequited. You weren't slick with the way you stared at her during your ceramics elective.

Your mind had faltered too, so your thoughts faded. Her eyes dilated at the sound of your pathetic mewl as the tip of her thick strap nudged at your tight hole. Her fingers pressed the crimson cock to the side so that her fingers could enter you instead. The spit that remained helped to ease her in alongside your decadent slick.

Wanda had already decided for you, and it just so happened that she too had fantasized about just how good you'd feel around her fingers. However, in your mind it would have been at a faster pace, Wanda wanted to take her time and really get to feel you.

Her fingers kept a steady pace until your moans had calmed into occasional mewls, then she slid back in and scissored your walls further apart, a third finger entered you as her thumb began to circle your clit. You had gasped against her face and Wanda felt powerful.

"M-more please," you whimpered hoarsely into her ear, her fingers entered back inside you just as you pleaded further, "Mommy please, let me cum!!" Wanda curled her fingers into your greatest depths and you came with a loud cry as she grunted hotly in your ear.

Her fingers continued to sensually stroke and prod at that rough, yet tender spot within your greatest depths just so she could continue to hear your sweet gasps of a drawn out pleasure. The throb between her own legs was only intensified as you begged for her to stop but also keep going in the same breath as your hips canted.

Wanda whispered something in Sokovian, you'd never know but she was cursing you for being so hypnotizing. No one had ever made her this needy for a release, her hips followed yours so she ripped her fingers from your core. A satisfied hum garbled by her fingers sounded off above as she once again licked her fingers clean.

"I can't wait to taste you from the source kitten," she practically squealed and you found her giddiness to be so intimate with you endearing. Her lips pressed into yours and her velvet smooth tongue slid over yours without so much as a bit of resistance. You sloppily kissed the woman until her strap slid into you halfway.

There was a noticeable burn at the rapid stretch but you whined in disappointment when she pulled out.

To fuck you into the mattress was a dream, sure, but Wanda had other dreams for tonight's fun. "Mommy needs you to ride my cock, pretty girl..." Your eyes had widened but Wanda faced the fear for you by kissing you distracted as her hands flipped your positions.

You landed on top of her with a hmph, and a soft glare as the woman peered down with a smug grin. "I can take it Y/N, you aren't going to hurt me, so hop on."

A shuddered breath left you as you faced the concern head on, lifting your body to hover her raised strap. Wanda nodded and held onto your hip with her free hand as you slowly sunk down. Your walls clenched hard, preventing you from sliding down further so she lifted her now free hand up to stroke your lip on the way up to play with your throbbing bundle. The burn faded into white hot pleasure and soon you bounced; vigorously moving your hips and stealing the air from the woman beneath you's lungs as her clit felt the pleasure every time your bounces provided pressure.

A particular press of the hilt into her clit drew a moan you knew she'd tried to keep buried within her chest. It was so vulnerable and incredibly attractive, so much so that your walls fluttered rapidly around her strap.

"You're close," the brunette grunted with certainty as she began to rock her hips in time to meet your drops, desperate not only for her own release but to see you fall apart above her. "So am I baby, I just—fuck, play with your tits for mommy, please, we'll cum together."

"There you go," she encouraged with a sultry glint in her eyes as her hips unconsciously sped up, her eyes raptly focused in on the way you squished 'em together before moving to pinch your pierced, sensitive nubs.

A guttural moan left the woman when your work paid off, her orgasm sent tingles of pleasure down her spine in a perfect curve. The wave directly ended with the rise of her hips and the subsequent fall of yours. Your pleasure gushed on out of you and drenched Wanda as your upper body lurched forward and her face wound up buried between your breasts that heaved wildly.

There was a sense of satisfaction that charged the air on both of your ends, but it also felt unfinished as you laid on your back, with Wanda's smiling face gazing up at you from between your breasts, a parallel to your earlier, swapped position. "What's on your mind?"

"Am I that obvious," she teased, knowing damn well that her eyes were still desperate for you. Her lips kissed the sides of your breasts as she began her descent, "you know what's coming, so brace yourself."

Even with the clear warning you couldn't help but to moan like a whore and bury your fingers into her hair. Your puffy, overused lips were already so sensitive that the use of her mouth was never needed but she would be damned if she didn't use her tongue to please you.

Wanda preferred to live life on an even keel so she didn't stop when your essence coated her throat, nor when it dripped down her chin or when you pushed her head, desperate for reprieve. No, the carnal need to keep you cumming was enough to keep her munching until you came for the sixth time and yanked her away.

There was no remorse on her glistening face as she peered up at you with a scrunched nose and smiled. "Sorry sweetheart, but you are just so delectable." As expected, you did not reply as you were lost inside your scrambled mind. Wanda perched herself up on her knees and admired your body as it continually jolted. Her hands felt the way that the muscles in your thighs quivered beneath her fingertips from the overexertion.

You'd been fucked into a state near comatose so for now the brunette decided it best to lay beside one another as you recomposed. With an arm slid beneath your waist and her fingers tenderly walking down your body, starting from your face and ending on your hip where she'd swirl her finger into a few shapes before she traced her fingers all the way back to your face.

"Welcome back," she giggled when your eyes cleared as her fingers lightly tapped over your temple. Your eyes narrowed and you huffed softly as you burrowed close. Wanda chuckled as you loudly yawned against the side of her neck then kissed the skin as your lips met. You nudged her until she was flat on her back and suckled, you were tired but also determined to show her a good time. "Honey, we need to clean up and get some rest."

"Please mommy," you croaked sadly, "I want to taste you, just one lick then we can get cleaned up, please."

Fuck. Wanda realized that she couldn't say no to you when you looked so beautiful, eyes glistening under the  bright lights of the room with a post orgasmic glow. At the sight of her nod you kissed down her body happily, making sure to bite down on the bruising skin. Her grip on the base of your neck grew reciprocal as you chose to use pain to arouse her further. You already knew her body so well, it was the best feeling ever.

With a loophole in your mind you kiss her lips, soft enough to not collect much slick to constitute a taste but more than enough to make her cry out weakly. Wanda had about half a mind to rip you away for playing her so well but then your tongue stroked up and down her walls, you had found another cheat.

To you, a lick logically only ended when the stroke faltered but much to her shock it hadn't, not even once.  Though tired you powered through, plunging your muscle in and out of her without the intention to stop. Once her thighs slammed shut you moved your lips up to her clit and rejoiced as she drenched your chin.

"I'd say you very well know what you're doing," she huffed amusedly as she caught your gaze on her face.

"I'm not even sorry," you giggled as you trailed her slick all over her sweaty torso on your way to her lips. Wanda chuckled hoarsely, "Neither am I kitten."

After the both of you took a second to breathe you stared deeply into the others eyes, Wanda cupped your cheek and scrunched her nose as she, in true sapphic fashion, spoke her premature desires into the world. "Y/N, you are the most beautiful human I've ever had the fortune of knowing. I know we haven't spoken much but I want you to know I feel in my heart that you are the person I'm meant to fall in love with."

You gulped, "like soulmates? You think we are?"

Wanda nodded with a grin. "Most definitely, you are the only one who has ever been allowed to taste me."

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your skull and she laughed boisterously at your shock; you were so cute.

"Are you serious?" Wanda nodded with a much more nervous smile. "So, when you hesitated, it was—."

"I really did want you to rest," she interrupted, "but then I saw the dark look in your eyes. They were so droopy and yet you wanted to please me in return."

"Has no one ever tried?" Wanda bit her lip at the question, it felt intrusive but she knew you meant well so she didn't deflect. "Not really. Just once but it felt wrong. I didn't want them to have the access to me."

You beamed with a sweet shine in your eyes, then you kissed her lips with a tenderness that made her smile. "Thank you for trusting me, and taking such good—."

Wanda cut your praise off with a deeper kiss, you lazily swirled your tongue with hers until she was satisfied.

"Don't ever thank me for doing anything for you," she commanded gently, "you deserve to be worshipped."

"I think we're soulmates too," you finally affirmed her prior notion and she looked at you shocked. She had never intended for you to share a response so soon after her aggressively-launched inquiry. But you did, and it was obviously heartwarming. "You're safe."

Wanda tightened her arms around you and just basked in the after glow of her dream come true for a bit. Then, when she felt you were about to drift off she sprung into action while she left you to take a cat nap.

When she returned to the room she lightly stroked your face until your eyes fluttered open. "I know you're tired love but we need to get cleaned up, come on." In a sleepy haze you accepted her hand and let her do it all. There was no visual recollection but you felt her every light touch and heard the sweet nothings as she took her time cleaning you both up to let your muscles soak.

Eventually you two made it back to bed after sharing a water bottle and a container of fruit and nuts that Wanda had snuck to the kitchen to steal for you both. Now you two were perfectly wrapped up together.

Neither of you were too familiar with love, the both of you having spent most of your adult life single, but it's something you felt budding as you melted into her. The brunette was far too content to sleep, with you on her chest her wildest dream had come true, so she was afraid if her eyes took the risk that you'd be gone. Then she felt your soft breaths, and her own exhaustion rise, her extensive exertion caught up to her quickly. Eyes of green trailed over your form once more before closing.

"Oh god," Yelena's voice cracked as she spoke through the door. "I can smell the nefarious things you did."

Wanda rolled her eyes, there was nothing cruel about the way she just made love to your body, but of course the blonde would make your encounter devilish. For a moment Wanda just ignored her presence, pretending to be asleep but Yelena was just too damn intuitive.

"Wanda Maximoff," she sang tauntingly, "We know you are definitely not sleeping. You are probably too busy staring at Y/N with love-sick puppy dog eyes."

Wanda threw the alarm clock that neither of you would use at the door and groaned when all the blonde did was laugh maniacally "Exactly, you are so whipped."

Her voice was strained, "What do you want Belova?"

"Natasha said she doesn't care if you are mid-fuck, the both of you better get dressed and join the bonfire."

At just the mention of Natasha your head popped up, you glared intensely out the window, Wanda giggled.

"Does someone want revenge?" You groaned and put your face back in the safety of Wanda's neck. The way you grumbled incoherently against her skin only made her laugh harder, the sensation having tickled her.

Then the pressure changed, you were no longer talking but instead you were suckling on her skin, returning the favor of visibly marking her until she moaned.

"Okay," Yelena chuckled nervously, "I do not want to have to hear the sinning, take this visit as a warning."

You rolled your eyes this time, knowing the truth to her words which made you pull away. Wanda could see the reluctance in your expression and it made her melt. To see you were eager for a round two focused on her was enough to make her want to ignore Natasha's threats.

It was never up to her though as you got up, Russian curses directed at redhead nothing short of amusing. Even though you presented as grumpy, the woman knew deep down that the meddling Russian sisters were the closest thing to family that you had. So, you rushing to get dressed wasn't in fear of the redheads daunting arrival, but more so you wanting to see her.

To thank her for the push, which you did moments later after the both of you arrived. You led Wanda to a chair big enough for two and left the brunette with a timid kiss, aware that all your friends were there. Tony went to tease you but was stopped by Wanda's glare.

"I'd rather watch this anyway," he chuckled as he turned away from your terrifying girlfriend. Wanda followed his gaze and couldn't help but to laugh, you were chasing Nat around the rough sand on wobbly legs, which only spurred her taunting on tenfold.

Once you caught up to her you tackled the redhead, nobody could hear you two anymore, but they could see you were mercilessly tickling the woman. After a torturous minute she called uncle and you both stood, her hand shook yours in a truce that relaxed you, but then she smirked and leaned in closer to taunt you.

"You're welcome for the fun," her eyes were swirling with mischief as they fell to the side of your neck. "Who knew the group's favorite nun in training had it in her."

"Bite me," you shot back and her eyes sparkled at the ease of her next tease, "Looks like Wanda already did."

Natasha cackled the whole way back to the group as she jogged to her seat to escape your next attack. It wasn't going to deter you though, sand flew from beneath your feet as you neared the group in a rush.

Two seconds before you could reach her though you felt your body being yanked down by what you believed to be gravity, but then you felt softness beneath you.

Wanda had shamelessly pulled you into her lap, she was sat with her legs crossed, and her eyes bore a playfulness to them alongside a bit of sternness. The entire group watched the way you settled, no words needed to be exchanged as you cuddled into her side. The brunette kissed your forehead, then followed it up with a peck to your nose and a languid one to your lips.

"Wow! The beast has been tamed," Tony cheered, the group of your friends giggled loudly and you frowned.

"Careful how you speak of my girl Tony," Wanda said with a tone that dripped with a warning, her eyes not even moving away from yours as she defended you. The sexual energy that oozed off the the two of you was always there, but the visible marks had never been.

Tony sighed at the direct confirmation, "I vote we remove them from the bet," drawing the both of your attention back to your friends who were anxiously sat.

Your tone was clearly confused, "The bet?"

"Catch up kid," the billionaire shot at you, you were just about to remind him you were older but he just continued on being a douchebag, "It was no secret you and the practicing witch would bone this trip. So, as opportunists we all bet on what night it might happen."

You looked to your family with a glare, "Nat? Lena?"

The sisters shrugged while their outstretched hands were collecting the hundreds. "It was an inevitability Y/N Y/L/N, so we obviously made it profitable."

You flipped the blonde off, then the redhead next. The bulk of your friends chuckled when they saw you try to shy away from their gaze by burrowing into Wanda. Everyone was more than thrilled to see you smile like that, all soft and obviously lovestruck for the woman and the brunette adored that you found comfort in her.

"It's okay detka," Wanda coo'd lovingly into your ear, with one hand on your back to soothe you while the other reached out to accept her cut of the bet money. "I'm sure our friends here will pay for our date..."

Tony gasped, but his rebuttal died on his tongue as your smirking girlfriend tilted her head a fraction to the right, her fingers wiggled and the man would swear for years to come he saw a flash of red spark at the tips.

Wanda smirked at the man before her lips fell into something softer as she regarded your sleeping form. Her gaze slowly drifted up to the pair of sisters to her right who stared at her intently. Natasha smiled at her, and in that moment they came to a silent agreement. All your sister by claim wanted was for you to be happy and taken care of, something Wanda promised with a nod. Natasha easily fell back into conversation after.

Yelena however had a much different approach as she glared at the brunette with all the contempt she had within. "Prichini yey bol', i ty umresh', muchitel'no."

(Hurt her and you die, painfully.)

This time, Natasha didn't jab her sister in the hip and Wanda didn't test her chances, she merely nodded.

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The following morning came with disorientation on your end as you woke up to the sound of a muted buzz. Your mind was still lightyears behind your ears though so you subconsciously thought it was the yardmen on your campus as per usual. Then you felt a body pressed into your sore one and you remembered. You were halfway across the world, entangled with your crush.

It wasn't a fever dream but a glorious reality...

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to see Wanda asleep, with her lips pursed and nose pressed into your chest, the noise from before now had an official source. You wanted to giggle at her, but you merely rolled your eyes and softly cursed your best friend. "Chertov lzhets."

(Fucking liar...)

[maybanksbabe]

𝐢𝐢: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐂 + 𝐓.𝐓

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Topper only wants to please you both. and when the perfect opportunity arises, who are you and Rafe to deny him? Though it isn't long before Topper realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew...

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Bondage (duh it's in the title), language, use of a strap-on, oral (m), overstimulation, use of toys, degradation, sub!Topper, spitting, marking, nicknames, no use of Y/N (if I slipped lmk!)

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"You remember your safe word, right baby?" you cooed as you finished securing the padded cuffs around Topper's wrists, so his hands were above his head.

"Yes..." A swift tap to his bare inner thigh made him jolt slightly.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he repeated, cheeks already burnished pink. You shuffled down, dragging your nails along his exposed skin. Topper was already naked, per your and Rafe's request, so you moved down to his legs and reached for the soft pinkish-red rope you'd bought specifically for a moment like this.

You brought his heels up to his thighs and began securing them with the silky rope, keeping him perfectly pinned open. The teasing grazes around his inner thighs, close to his aching, leaking cock, had him stifling whimpers and breathy moans.

"So pretty," you praised as you sat back and admired your work.

"Is he ready?" Rafe asked from the doorway, donning low-slung sweatpants and no shirt. There was a delicate gold chain around his neck, resting against his collarbones and glowing nicely in the warm lighting of the bedroom.

"Almost." You stepped off the bed to gather what you needed; your strap-on and a few accessories. The strap was one that Topper was particularly fond of; pink, thick and long enough to compete with Rafe. A liberal amount of lube was squeezed into your hand and then applied to Topper's exposed, waiting hole. The throaty gasp-turned-moan that escaped Topper made both you and Rafe smile.

Rafe moved over to the bed and shed his sweatpants as he went. The sight of his pert, round ass made you drool just a little as he knelt on the mattress, straddling Topper's chest and leaning in. Whilst Rafe used Topper's mouth, you began prepping him for your own entertainment. You pressed a sizeable vibrating plug to his puckered opening and listened to the way he gasped and gagged on Rafe's dick.

"Such a good boy..." you cooed and skimmed your nails across his inner thighs, following the curves and contours of the muscles, making his cock twitch in anticipation of what you had planned for him whilst Rafe continued to use his mouth.

Rafe threaded his fingers into Topper's hair and held him still, nose pressed flush to his navel. You leaned forward and squeezed gently at the bulge in his throat, adoring the way he gagged and moaned around Rafe's cock.

"Be nice," you reminded Rafe as he pulled back and let Topper catch his breath, drool on his lips and at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were hazy and lust-blown as he looked up at the two of you.

"Gonna let me fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, hm?" Rafe asked, half-rhetorically as he tugged a little harder on Topper's hair, eliciting a limp-kitten-type response.

"Please," he panted, "- wanna be a good boy..." Rafe, unable to deny him the need to please, tapped the tip of his cock on Topper's exposed tongue before getting lost in the sensations of his mouth and throat. You sat back and started slowly jerking Topper off, adoring the muffled whimpers and moans you pulled from him.

Your free hand moved to press against the plug that was humming away, settled deep in his ass and the way his body convulsed and twitched nearly threw Rafe off, clearly feeling better with the added pressure.

"Think you're ready for my strap, baby?" you asked and Rafe pulled away briefly, allowing him to answer.

"Yes! Please, ma'am," he gasped, straining against the ropes around his wrists. You pressed experimentally against the plug again as Rafe pushed back into his mouth, leaving him completely at your mercy. Carefully, you removed the vibrating plug and turned it off, setting it aside and reaching for the bottle of lube again. This time coating the thick, pink silicone toy in a generous amount.

"Stretch him out for me," Rafe encouraged over his shoulder as you took the tip of the toy and pressed it against Topper's ass, savouring the way he squirmed and whimpered for more.

Stuffed full, all the way until your hips were flush to the backs of his thighs, you stayed still for a moment. Topper tried desperately to move, to beg for more and bring you closer, but Rafe pinning him down to use his mouth had left him occupied whilst his restraints were still on.

You set a steady, firm rhythm, gripping Topper's hips tightly to help draw him onto your strap. The noises he made for you both were heavenly and you wished you'd had the foresight to ask if you could set up a camera to watch it back later. That would have to be for another time.

Whilst you alternated between holding his hips to pin him down further and jerking him off in time with your thrusts, you could tell he didn't have much left in him. It wouldn't be long before he was spent and tapping out. Until then, however, you kept on, watching as Rafe finished in Topper's mouth and held his mouth open to spit a parting gift on top. Of course, he swallowed it all eagerly and when Rafe climbed off of him for a moment, you could see the flush in his cheeks, tears in his eyes and drool on his chin from Rafe's exploits.

"So pretty," you hummed, spurred on by his pathetic, hoarse whimpering and begging for more. Rafe leaned over with his phone and took a picture or two. Or ten, of Topper's fucked-out face and a few live ones to capture the sounds he let out too.

"Please - Please, m' gonna -"

"You better ask nicely," you warned, knowing he was on the precipice of blowing his load across his stomach.

"Can I cum, please, ma'am? Please?" You pretended to think about it, looking at Rafe with a wicked grin, who was already half-hard again.

"What do you think, Rafe?" Topper sobbed as you stroked him with a firmer grip and rocked into him that little bit harder. It was cruel, really, but if he didn't love it, he'd let you know soon enough.

"Wanna see him blow his fuckin' load and make a mess," Rafe stated bluntly, leaning in to nip at his ear and catch his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Okay. Since you've been such a good boy, you can cum." With something crossed between a desperate sob of relief and a pathetic, mewling whine, Topper came loud and hard, muscles twitching and spasming with the continued overstimulation.

"- Can't! 'lease - can't take anymore!" he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the pillows. You slowed to a stop and removed your hand. You knew that he'd be a touch too sensitive to tease anymore, so you slowly, gently, pulled out. Topper let out a shuddering gasp at the loss of contact and whilst Rafe disappeared to grab a bottle of water and a warm cloth to clean him up with, you went about untying him and removed the padded cuffs from the headboard.

"You were so good, Top. How do you feel?" He nodded with a slight hiccup.

"Great. Thank you..."

-/-/-

@rafeskinktober

[holylulusworld]

Serve your soldier - Kinktober 5

Summary: The world order changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mentions of enslavement, implied past dub-con, dystopian world, kind of master/servant relationship, power imbalance possessiveness, jealous Homelander, implied smut, cockwarming

Kink: Collars

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The world order changed. The Supes took over the world and left nothing but burned earth and broken dreams. A world without hope was the result.

Enslaved by the powerful creatures, the only purpose of normal humans is to fulfill their masters’ every wish. Even if this means letting them kill you.

You are no exception. Born into this world you waited for one of the supes to choose you as their plaything or maid. Whatever they’ll see in you.

Your life never belonged to you. From your first breath to your very last it will only belong to your supe. Eternally.

Three years ago, two simple words changed your life forever. “That one.” Soldier Boy said, before the supe you feared the most, Homelander, even got the chance to look your way.

Soldier Boy isn’t a nice guy either, but you saw, heard, and witnessed what Homelander can do to a woman. He easily gets bored with the girls he chooses and gets rid of them the easy way.

A broken neck is the only thing you could pray for if you ended up in his clutches. But the monster with platin blonde hair likes to play with his victims and to make them suffer.

“I’ve got to attend one of their parties,” Soldier Boy draws at his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air.

You watch him leave the bed, lips parting as your eyes land on his naked ass. “If you keep on looking at me like that, kitten, I’ll break you even more.”

He flashes you a smirk, but you know better than not believing his words. You learned your lesson the hard way. Soldier Boy is not like Homelander, but he’s not your friend or lover.

This man owns you. Body. Soul. Mind. If he wants to kill you, no one will stop him. You’re only a toy to him. If he gets bored, you’ll get replaced in the blink of an eye.

“You’ll come with me tonight,” he casually says, making your heart race. You heard of the parties the supes throw. Nothing good of course. At least not if you are not one of them. “I want you to stay by my side. You are to be seen, not to be touched.”

You’re unsure how to react. He wants you to come with him, but no one is allowed to touch you. “Yes, Soldier Boy.” You smile sweetly, making your cheeks hurt. “All for you.”

“Stop with that nonsense. I don’t want you to talk like one of the others,” he snaps his fingers in front of you, taking you by surprise. You always wonder how a bulky and tall man like him can sneak up on you so easily. “Speak your mind.”

“I’m…confused…and scared,” you choke out. “I’m scared of him…” Soldier Boy nods thoughtfully as he cups your cheek with his large hand. “He’s…scary.”

“He’ll not touch you. You are mine,” he whispers in your ear. “No one but me touches you. No one else ever has. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Sold-“ you moan into his mouth when he crushes his lips onto yours. “Only yours.” He climbs on top of you, lips dominating yours.

“What do you want, kitten? Say it,” he nips at your lower lip, pulling it into his mouth with his teeth.

“I want only you,” you breathlessly reply. Only a kiss and you are already on the edge. “Please. I want you inside of me.”

“Fuck,” he curses against you as you spread your legs to let him settle between your thighs. “I can’t have you now. I’ll break your sweet cunt if I fuck you again.”

“Hmm…” you don’t care. If he takes you, it’s the only time you forget he’s not your lover. You get lost in the feel of his body on top of you and the pleasure he presses out of your body.

“We need to get you clean and I got a surprise for you,” he grins against your kiss-swollen lips. “You’ll love it.”

“Please…” You whine.

“If only we had time. My dick is rock hard for you, kitten.”

You’re unsure if you like your outfit. If you can even call it that.

Soldier Boy chose a crisscross crotchless and open cup gartered teddy with an attached pair of leashes.

“What is it, kitten?” He chuckles as you look at yourself in the mirror. “I want them to see what they can never touch.” Soldier Boy stands behind you to cup your tits with his hands. “I’ve got something nice for you. Wait.”

You take a deep breath and just try to survive this night.

“Here,” Soldier Boy puts a black lockable slave collar around your neck and locks it with a small heart padlock. “It’s silver and leather. Only the best for my pretty girl.”

You swallow thickly as you look at yourself in the mirror again. You look exactly like all the other girls out there, serving their masters.

“See, my name is carved into the heart. Only I can unlock it.”

“It’s very nice,” you mumble, unsure if you like the gesture or not.

“To keep you safe. It means no one but me can touch you,” Soldier Boy hastily explains. “Come on, give me a smile. I spent two days looking for the perfect collar.”

“Thank you.”

He huffs. “I thought you’d like it…”

“I like it,” giving him a half smile you hope he’ll not get mad at you. Maybe this is his way of showing you that he at least cares for you to a certain degree. “The heart is pretty.”

“All for my pretty girl. You deserve only the best. Maybe we should get a matching chastity belt. You can hide the key and I’ll try to get you out of it,” he pecks your neck, nibbling at your skin. "I love me a challenge."

“Finally,” Homelander spats the moment Soldier Boy guides you inside the huge ballroom. He looks at you with hungry eyes, drinking every inch of your mostly exposed body in. “And look at the gift you brought me. She even wears a heart.”

He steps closer, shamelessly presenting his naked body to you and your master. You try to ignore that you can see his erection and the fear creeping into your mind.

“Fuck off,” Soldier Boy slaps Homelander’s hand away when the supe tries to touch you. “She’s off limits. I’m only here to make sure you don’t overdo it again. Last time the cleaning took a week.”

“What do you mean? We share. All of us,” the blonde sneers. “You can’t present your whore like that and expect me to not fuck her.”

“Last warning, get lost,” you whimper when Soldier Boy wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward his favorite spot in the ballroom. A large plush sofa, reserved only for him.

“Hey, don’t walk away like that,” Homelander grunts. “I’m talking to you.”

“Fuck off and find some hole to fuck,” Soldier Boy tells you to sit on the sofa as he plops down to enjoy the show.

You glance around the room, pretending to not see all the bodies grind against each other. It’s an orgy. Several women and men are copulating on the carpet. You don’t recognize them, but you assume all of them are masters and their servants.

“Boring. All of them.” Soldier Boy says as he turns his attention toward you next to him.

“What do you want me to do?” you whisper, afraid to speak any louder. “Soldier Boy?”

He unbuckles his belt and shoves the zipper down. His erection springs free, making your mouth water as you reach out for his cock.

“Come here, take your throne,” Soldier Boy grasps for you to bring you on his lap, helping you sink onto his cock.

“I want you to keep me warm and enjoy the show. And after they are all done, we will show them what sex should look like."

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[sewinrat]

If you were one of Luther's Cat:

Obviously you're not a normal cat. No gender mentioned dw;

While Nyon has those floppy cat ears and Nyen has like a cat hat, you have a beret with cat ears. Do with that information as you will, but either way no one knows if it can come off.

You eat poison once. It was an accident. Trouble likes to linger around you but they can get worse as years went by.

You were the middle cat. What I meant by that is, both in role and personality. You were not as mean as Nyen can be but you were also not as nice as Nyon is.(Unless of course you have a different opinion.) Remember the tier list they had in Vol 1. Lucid 5? Yea, you're placed either in Dime, Ace or something else like Hearts/Diamonds but never higher than that in tier 4. Close to Tier 3 actually but Nyen can be petty.

Danger Level: MODERATE

You are often found around the kitchen or the living room. Any other parts of the house you might be seen is because you have to go there under an order or for other reason. Once, Sebastian found you somewhere in a hallway sitting on the floor terrifyingly staring at the wall.

Unlike Nyen, when it comes to vacuums, you're one of those that chill on it. Just pop hide your limbs, be a bun and sit on top of it. If this ever happens, Nyen usually respects you more than he does when you're off it. It doesn't last long tho.

Of course since you're Luther's cat, you are loyal to him. It's inevitable especially in the ivory house. Luther's house. Maybe when you were a regular human, you would've accidentally met him in Michigan. You lost everything before so why must you worry about your human life when you can be a cat while gaining inhuman traits from Luther. Don't mind whatever happens within the house, you can do anything under his permission.

Ranfren Characters thoughts on You;

Randal: "Yeahh I don't care much about them.. However they're my favourite out of big brother's cats! They're willing to play with me unlike the other two! It's fun since Sebastian don't play my games. I would call them my friend if it weren't for the fact that they're big brother's... And also the fact they can act like him." In short, he would see you as his friend but non friend.

Sebastian: "O-oh.. Who are you? Uh uhm.. okay? I guess they're fine. They're not as crazy as that other one.. but they still make me uncomfortable.. especially when they stare at the wall for no reason. I just hope they won't try to kill me.." He's afraid but he's fine. He can tolerate.

Nyen: "Oh them? I guess they're okay. They're boring to me but they are terrifying when they're on the damn vacuum. *shivers* eugh.. thinking about it makes me sick. Don't tell them that or else I would have to suffer their smug smile for a while." He doesn't care much. Don't try to snitch on him.

Nyon: "... They're okay." He's too quiet on the matter but don't worry, he likes you. You're not mean as Nyen. If anything, you also amuse him randomly. Especially when he saw you intimidating Nyen one time.

Luther: "Ah yes, one of my lovely cats. Out of the other two, as a kitten, they act so good. Better than the two. However, I love them all equally. As they grew older, it seems that trouble stirs around them more but it's fine. It's not as troublesome as some of the things Randal puts himself into. Now, while you are here, come have tea or please leave." His opinion has not changed. He loves you just as much as he loves his family.

Bonus! Ratman Robert: "How the hell did you get here? Whatever, you don't look like one of them. The middle cat? No comment. I don't know if I should be afraid that they seem to be plotting something or grateful they don't attack us when they see us. I would like it better if they don't stare at the wall. It's uncomfortable to feel their eyes on me." He's scared. But he would offer you food that he has as peace offering one day. Don't eat him.

[fanfics4all]

Wax Play

Request: Yes / No Kinktober day 7!

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1926

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Wax Play

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“Baby?” I hesitantly asked. 

“Are you here?” I added as I made my way into the apartment. I quickly became disappointed when there was no answer. He didn’t come… I sighed and thought about going to get a bottle of wine. I tossed my keys to the side and went to go turn on the lights. A hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging hard until I lost my balance. I fell into a warm solid body. A moment later a I was moving again, disoriented in the dark, until I felt my back touch the wall and the body pressed tightly into me. My hands were trapped behind me, both of them being held by one fist. The person’s head dropped down and sharp teeth nipped at my earlobe. 

“Hello, Kitten.” His voice whispered. 

“Hey, baby…” I breathed out. He stilled and pushed into me a bit harder. 

“What was that?” He asked, an edge to his tone. 

“Hello, Sir.” I corrected myself. 

“That better, Kitten.” He said. His mouth trailed down from my ear to my neck, placing soft kisses against my skin. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access and sighed happily. I hardly noticed when he brought my hands to my front. I did notice when he locked some cuffs around my wrists, a short chain between them which meant I could still move, but not much. 

“I love that you said to put the coat hooks here, so helpful for hanging up our jackets and… other things.” He smirked. He lifted my arms above my head and hooked them just over my head, my elbows bent and dangling on either side of my temples. He then kissed me, his mouth slicked over mine, tongue invading as his hands got to work on the buttons of my shirt. He slid his hands around my ribs. They travelled up to cup my breasts, thumb flicking over my nipples through my bra. There were little electrical pulses being sent through my body. I was frustrated that I couldn’t touch him too, so I nipped at the tip of his tongue. He jerked back and grined down at me evilly. 

“Are you sure you want to go down that road, Kitten?” He asked. ‘Sorry Sir’ drifted through my mind for a moment, but instead I raised an eyebrow at him and tugged on my restraints. His grin widened. 

“You want it that bad, Kitten? Too bad. We’re going at my pace, and I want to inspect what’s mine.” He paused and looked me up and down. 

“Speaking of inspections, were you a good girl?” He asked. 

“Yes, Sir.” I answered. 

“Let’s see, shall we?” He asked. He stepped back a bit and then his hands on my hips turned me around. It was awkward with my hands locked above me, but I managed. He reached around and popped open the button of my jeans. He tugged the zipper down incredibly slow. He ran his fingers beneath the gap between my waistband and my skin before slipping my jeans over my hips. He helped me out of them, but left my heels on. His hands ran back up my legs to my ass. I wasn’t wearing underwear, just as he instructed me this morning. 

“Hmmm…” He hummed. His hands kneaded and squeezed my ass. 

“Oh good girl, Kitten.” He said. His fingers wiggled the jewlled plug I put in, just as he asked this morning. 

“How has it felt wearing this all day, knowing no one else knew about it, but me, hmm, Kitten?” He teased. 

“G-Good, Sir.” I answered. 

“Did it make you wet?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. He slid his fingers forward until they could feel just how soaked I was. 

“Fuck, Kitten.” He moaned slightly. I mewed and arched my back, hoping he might slide his fingers inside and ease the ache. My clit was pulsing and twitching, but he didn’t touch either. He went back to the plug, fingers grasping it lightly. 

“You like feeling this inside you?” He asked. 

“Yes, Sir. But-” 

“But what?” He cut me off. 

“But I-I would like it out now please, Sir?” I asked. 

“Would you?” He asked, starting to pull, slowly increasing the pressure. I winced and widened my stance, using my muscles to help him until it slid free. I hissed, feeling my asshole contract, throbbing slightly. At least it was out now… My relief was short lived. 

“No Kitten, I don’t think so, not yet.” He said. The metal plug was hot from my body when it nudged at my asshole again. I umpleasently moaned and went to step away, but I couldn’t go anywhere. A sharp slap on my ass stopped me in my tracks. 

“Stay still!” He ordered. I grit my teeth, but held still as he pressed forward until the plug slid inside once again. He then eased it out again, and in, and out, and in… I whined in protest, but it hardly hurt anymore. 

“Let’s just leave this in for right now, shall we Kitten?” He asked with a smirk. He pressed on the plug one last time, my ass accepted it easily. 

“Come on, then.” He reached up and unhooked me. He lowered my arms until they rested in front of me, still locked together. I’d only been hooked up for a few minutes, but my shoulders and upper arms were feeling sore. He curled a finger around the chain and turned me around, tugging me forward. I followed him clumsily as he flicked on the light in our room. I blinked, trying to adjust to the light. There were restraints casually resting along the bed, a wand, and a blindfold. 

I tried not to smile, but this was amazing. He led me to the bed and took a moment to uncoff on hand so he could take off my shirt and bra. He pushed my hands back above my head and used one of the restraints to secure them to the headboard. Restraints went around both my ankles and tied them to the bottom of the bed. My legs were spread wide open and he had full access. He picked up the blindfold and covered my eyes. 

“Green?” He asked. 

“Green, Sir.” I whispered back. He secured the blindfold against my head. I felt a firm hand on the inside of my thigh before it was replaced with a cool hardness of the wand. It dug into me slightly as John tied it to my thigh with another restraint. He adjusted it, making sure it was tight up against my clit, then started it. 

I flexed at the low buzz, but he barely turned it on. It was more of a tickling sensation, nothing that would get me off. I pouted, but kept my complaints to myself. A warm hand started roaming over my body, up the inside of my legs, down the curve of my waist, and around the curve of my breasts. A hand found it’s way around my throat, squeezing once gently before coming up to cup my cheek. He roughly kissed my lips and it took my breath away. He pulled back and I longed for his hand to be back on my neck. I wondered where he was going to touch me next. 

Instead he turned the wand up a few levels. My breath hitched from the abrupt change. My thighs flexed, wanted to close, but I couldn’t. A cold touch ran upp the arch of my foot. I jerked my foot, but couldn’t move it much. Another touch, but this time along the inside of my upper arm. It was cold and wet. Ice… 

I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed it or not. It made my muscles twitch and jerk, and with the wand turned up almost as high as it would go, my body was ridgid. I wanted to cum so bad. 

“Don’t you dare, Kitten. Not without permission.” He said. 

“Can I cum, Sir?” I asked instently. 

“No.” He answered just as fast. 

I gave a frustrated groan, pulling at my restraints. I pictured him holding the ice cube as he glided it over my warm skin. I was panting, trying to guess where he would glide it next. I cried out when he circled my nipple instead of running it up my inner thigh. 

“Please can I cum, Sir?” I begged. 

“No.” He answered. 

“Please?” I begged more. He didn’t answer, just turned the vibrator up higher. 

I yelped and arched my back, pressing my head into the softness of the sheets. Ice ran down my left sife, along my upper arm. It moved across my collar bones down my forehead, and along the bridge of my nose. The streaks of cold were bringing goosebumps all over my body. 

Suddenly there was a soft drop onto my stomach. I though it was a drop of water from the ice cube, until my brain registered the scorching heat. Candle wax… I gasped and my stomach muscles tensed, but I was almost immediately distracted by the ice going down my left cheek. Another burn met my left breast and the ice traveled up to the center of my palm. Heat scorched my pubic mound and chills ran up my right foot. A drop of burning wax found it’s way to the inside of my knee. The want was demanding my attention each time I tensted. 

“Please! Please, please, please, Sir, please can I cum, please?” I begged. 

“Cum.” He ordered me as three drops of hot wax met my skin. One on my hip, my stomach, and directly on my nipple. I screamed as an oragsm ripped through me at the same time the hot pain radiated across my skin. He stopped the wand and pulled it away along with my other restraints. He pushed himself between my lets and pressed the ice cube to my clit. He was holding it there as he thrusted in and out. I was incredibly sensitive from cumming and fought against him. He held me still as he pressed the ice cube harder against me. 

I throbbed at the cold ache mixed with the pleasure of his cock dragging over my g-spot. My arms were still trapped above my head. I could do nothing but take it. My clit pulsed in overstimulation, but unable to escape the ice. My eyes widened under the blindfold as I realized I was going to cum again. 

“Cumming!” I gasped, unable to form a full sentence. John let go of my leg and ripped the blindfold off of me, still holding the ice cube in place. 

“Cum.” He ordered and kissed me. John groaned into my mouth and I felt him filling me up. 

“Oh fuck!” He groaned as he pulled back. John drop on me and I felt grounded by his weight. After a moment he got off me and letme out of the cuffs. He pulled me into his chest and pealed off the bits of dried wax. 

“You alright, Y/N?” He asked. 

“Mmhmm.” I hummed. 

“We’ll get up and shower in a minute, okay?” He asked. 

“Mmm.” I hummed. 

“Words baby, yes? No?” He asked. 

“Mmm.” I hummed again, I couldn’t really do much. 

“I take it you like it then? Since I’ve rendered you speechless?” He asked. I nodded as I was half asleep. John kissed my head and held me close. 

“Just relax a bit then we’ll shower.” He whispered and I nodded.

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Tenya Ida with a clingy s/o

He very much enjoys dates that include some form of adventure and excitement. This could be something like going to a theme park or an arcade. He also really enjoys dates in more secluded settings like on the beach at night or by a campfire where it is more intimate and we can really have some quality time. Ultimately, he thinks it is the thought and effort put into a date that makes it special and memorable, and he loves knowing that you also put thought and effort into planning something just for you both as much as he does to.

It's amazing really, being with you, he gets to talk about anything and everything while also spending time with you every day. Being with you is like he's on cloud nine, it feels like a dream. Your happiness is his happiness, and if that means you are clingy then he's fine with that. He loves you with everything he has and he will protect you forever.

He likes that you always hold his hand all the time it’s pretty cute to him when you do that, you hug him a lot so he often jokes your like a clingy kitten. He also likes that you kiss his cheek and you've been the first person to do that to him. In a way, it’s a bit nerve-wracking. He's never dated anyone before so it’s all new to him. He does like it though he can be quite flustered.

Everything you do just warms his heart. The way you look at him, the way your eyes flutter when you smile, the way you make him feel. He always feels safe with you around. He would be lost without you. Your touch makes his heart feel like it's going to explode with happiness, your very presence makes him feel better about anything going wrong in his life. Just being with you makes him the happiest person in the world. You make him feel loved and appreciated. The way you care for him is like nothing else he's ever experienced.

He thought his favorite forms of affection were hand-holding, hugs, and cheek kisses, however after being with you he has learned there's so much more affection and attention out in this world that he never even thought about so whatever kind of touch you give him he adores more than anything and now thinks what he used to like is just simply child's play.

It makes him feel loved and cared about. It's a nice feeling to be able to count on someone and know that you're always there for him. It helps him feel calm and secure in the relationship, which is necessary in order to be in a successful and lasting one. He values that sense of security and stability, as well as the feeling of having a strong connection with you. It makes him feel like he can trust you and rely on you, and he finds it incredibly romantic and attractive.

Absolutely adores going out with you regardless of it being dates, hero events, or even just hanging out with friends. Having someone who is clingy is like having a partner in crime, it makes going to events, even more fun. It's like having a built-in buddy system. And since clingy partners are usually very devoted and committed, there's an extra level of comfort and assurance in knowing that you're always going to be looked out for and can count on your partner to be there for you no matter what.

He thinks you are so cute and thoughtful But, at the same time, your clingy he's a person that likes to be alone sometimes because it's how he destresses and recovers from a tough day at work. So when you cling onto him a lot it kind of stresses him out. He's always worried you'll feel offended when he needs to be alone. But you never do, you get it and he loves you even more for it.

He has so many words to describe you. You are energetic, outgoing, brave, bold, strong, compassionate, and of course, a tad bit possessive. You are a really great person, who always pushes him to grow, and he couldn’t have done it without your support. You have a mutually beneficial relationship; He is helping to make you become a better Hero, and you are helping him become more emotionally aware and sensitive. You both never grow complacent and are always working on something together.

His family actually has a really good relationship with you. His father is really supportive of your relationship, and his mom loves you and considers you part of the family. His older brother and you also get along really really well. He was a little hesitant about you at first, but after spending some time with you he realized how amazing of a person you are. He often teases Tenya for being so overprotective of you, but he understands that you are important to his brother and he respects you. It's actually really sweet how close his family and you have gotten. He's really lucky to have a partner that his family approves of, and he's grateful for you.

He loves the private time together you both get, getting to relax and lay around doing whatever until he notices you'll lean against him or wrap your arms around him and hold him as close to you as you can. He loves how close you both get and how warm your touch is it makes him feel special and loved.

It can be tiring sometimes, but overall very nice. He's never felt more cared about and loved in his whole life. He's always been able to be himself around you, and you're always been willing to listen to him. He is incredibly lucky to have the relationship he has with you- it's hard work, but it's worth it. You're each other's best friends, and you always have each other's backs. Overall, in all the ups and downs, 10/10

His favorite moments would have to be when you come to him with an issue. When he solves it, you cling to him in excitement. Another great moment is when you both play games, whether it be a board game, video game, card game, or etc. One of his favorite moments for sure is when you hug him, and doesn't want to let go.

He loves feeling needed and wanted. When he's with you granted it did take him some time to get use to it but he learned to really love that most about you, it means that he's important to you. It’s also comforting to know that there’s someone who always wants to be with him. He has come to really value the attention and affection that comes with having a clingy s/o.

[alexanderlightweight]

More cat boy Alec, please, it’s so cute

uh yes. cute. malec is definitely cute. saeth thinks so at least but like... they think a wide range is cute

i hope yu enjoy

<3 lumine

— “I’m not so weak as that, kitten. No, but it is an annoyance. You shadowhunters are supposed to work fast, you have speed runes.” Bane smirks at him then, “every ten minutes that passes you will remove an article of clothing of my choice.”

Alec swallows, because that means he’s probably going to be naked sooner rather than later. This team doesn’t know New York. They’re working with Alec’s Institute but there is no guarantee they’ll listen or understand what they’re being told. He’ll be out of clothing within two hours and well, Alec knows there are traps here. He just can’t figure out what they are.

“What happens when I run out of clothing?”

Bane gives him a pleased, approving look and Alec lets himself preen at the attention for all of a few seconds before he catches himself with a scowl at his own lack of control.

“I get to dress you with a piece of my choosing for every ten minutes after you run out of your own.”

It doesn’t sound bad, which means that something is going to give somewhere.

This entire thing is too open ended and if it weren’t for the clave breathing down his neck and a marriage hanging over his head well… even without that, Alec would probably still not be as bothered as he should be by this situation.

It’s just hard to be upset when strong warmth is supporting him and firm, magical hands are teasingly petting the inside of his ears and the base.

“I—” and Alec means to inquire further, to ask more questions, but then Bane’s hand raises to take another sip and Alec’s tail — still wrapped around Bane’s wrist — gets gently tugged.

Alec whimpers on a breathless agreement that he can barely vocalize for the way that he’s trying to get as close to Bane as possible.

“Then send them a fire message, kitten.” Bane murmurs and his golden eyes are so gorgeous that Alec could get lost in them. “The clock starts now.”

—

Magnus has no reason to hurry but no reason to wait.

He’s not a patient man when he doesn’t have to be and why not reward himself for a contract well made?

“I think your tail deserves better treatment than such tight clothing.” Magnus murmurs as he lets his fingers trail the near tailored waistband that clings to Alexander’s firm muscles. “Take off your underwear kitten.”

Alexander stalls, face blanking at the sudden predicament he’s in as he hesitates from where he’s perched on Magnus’ lap and Magnus’ smirk grows.

Alexander can’t leave Magnus’ lap without starting a war, which mean his darling little kitten has to figure out how to undress without leaving Magnus lap. As for help, well Magnus will only give aid if his kitten asks nicely enough and even then, he’s not going to be nice about it.

There’s a quick moment of quiet breathing and Alexander’s tail tugs on his wrist in what seems a subconscious movement.

“I need to turn around—” and its clear Alexander is trying to figure out how to ask for permission without giving Magnus more to use against him.

“I’ll make sure you don’t fall, kitten.” Magnus teases and he palms Alexander’s hips and lets his talons puncture the leather just enough for Alec to feel the tips. The minute Alexander’s body starts to turn, Magnus takes advantage and twists him so that he’s seated on Magnus thighs.

One of Magnus’ arms curls around his waist and the other he reaches up to pet Alexander’s ear.

A quiet moment of frustration later and then Alexander shifts, hips giving little jolts as his thighs and legs work to toe off his boots and then his socks. He’s rubbing and grinding deliciously against Magnus and even with all his strength and battle runes activated, he has to take a moment to rest. His head lolls back, resting on Magnus’ shoulder as his nose tucks away from the crowd and into Magnus’ neck.

There’s a quiet little sigh, as if in relief and then a softer, more mournful one as he pulls away.

Alexander gets a hand on either side of Magnus and lifts himself up.

Technically, he’s still in Magnus’ lap and well, Magnus is enjoying the view and the show of strength.

“Help me, please?” Alexander asks and Magnus leans forward to lick the beads of sweat of Alexander’s neck even as his hands eagerly find and slowly unbutton Alexander’s pants. Alexander’s strong arms shudder as Magnus slowly unzips him. It’s easy to let his talons drag against soft, unmarked skin as Magnus slides down the pants just enough.

It means Magnus gets Alexander back in his lap, shimmying as he gets his pants off.

“Time is passing.” Magnus teases, breathlessly eager and his kitten gives a little huff before Alec is once against lifting himself up.

Magnus waits and lets the seconds drip into a minute before Alexander — finally — quietly murmurs, “please?”

It would be better with Magnus’ name on his lips, but that will come soon enough.

Magnus doesn’t need to, but he lets himself cup Alexander as his fingers move up to find the waistband and he pulls them down with a tender slowness that drags fabric across sensitive skin.

“Good kitten.” Magnus murmurs and Alexander settles back into his lap with unsteady desperation.

— It’s only after Alec’s caught his breath — not even hunting and grappling have made him use these muscles to this extent or while testing his restraint so greatly — when he realizes the problem he failed to catch.

It feels impossible, to speak to Bane without looking into his eyes and Alec doesn’t ask permission this time, he turns — if Bane wants him in his lap for what could be hours upon hours then so be it — and settles back into straddling the king.

It feels different this time and Alec feels reluctantly exposed — though he’s never minded his own nudity before.

A hand settles on the small of his back before fingers start to pet the base of his tail while pushing him forward.

Alec goes — what else can he do — and tries to form his questions as he lets Bane manipulate him.

The stares of Bane’s court feel hot on his back and the air feels cool on the backs of his thighs and where his tail meets his jacket, leaving bits of his ass exposed.

“That was more than one piece of clothing.”

“It’s not my fault what I wanted off required more than asked for.” Bane smirks as he says it, golden eyes gleaming with smug amusement and the clave likes to call Bane a ‘horned lizard’ but Alec can’t imagine how anyone can pretend that Bane isn’t what he is.

Maybe if Alec had been prepared for a dragon — not that anything could have prepared him for the truth of Bane — could think up a counter argument. However he’s too overwhelmed and then his ears twitch and flatten in disdain at hearing the graphic murmurs of appreciation for him throughout the crowd.

“Are they saying things about you kitten?” Bane asks and an almost coy smile spreads across his lips. “I almost can’t blame them. You look so pretty when you’re not hiding your tail away.” His words are punctuated with massaging fingers that dip teasingly down. “That doesn’t mean I’ll forgive it though, they should know better.”

Bane says it casually but both his hands are now cupping Alec’s ass, talons kneading delicately and Alec leans forward to nuzzle Bane’s scaled jaw and admit that this particular battle isn’t forth the fight.

Better that he accept the loss now but then, some parts of Alec were bred to tangle fire.

“I didn’t realize you needed to cheat to get your way.” Alec murmurs and Bane’s fingers tighten to the point of bruising — Alec muffling a whine that wants to break free — as he’s rocked forward.

—

“I don’t need to cheat.” Magnus says and he’s delighted by the little spark Alexander is showing. It’s adorable and Magnus decides that now, he really does need to cheat.

Just for the fun of it.

A small tendril of magic goes to reinforce the lodestone that the rift has tethered itself to and Magnus tugs on Alexander’s tail with an absent thought.

“Since you’re so insistent, I’ll let you have an extra twenty minutes before I ask for the next piece, if—” and Magnus smirks as Alexander watches him suspiciously, “you let me mark you. Just twice, kitten.”

“What kind of marks?” Alexander’s voice is rough but steady and it’s a pity that he’s still coherent enough to be sensible but Magnus does admire that. It just happens to also be inconvenient at times.

“Nothing permanent.” Is all Magnus will promise and he kneads Alexander’s ass even as he mentally adds a silent ‘yet’.

“Okay. Yes. That.”

It’s a breathless and desperate agreement as if his sweet kitten knows he’s about to regret it and Magnus just knows he’s going to enjoy tonight immensely.

[hisui555]

Hazbin Hotel thoughts : Pets 1

(Pets 2 : Vees + Overlords here)

Masterpost here.

"How would they be with a pet ?"

(Yes, the actual animals, sorry to disappoint.)

Because that's the next stage of evolution after kids anyway, right ? Along those vaguely vertebrated, reality defying cell-constructs that take over your life and present odd behavior to a large variety of situations, that also have the strange but well-documented observable ability to have power over some peculiar form of magnetism : attracting trouble. Rumor has it that this particular species is called by the common name of "siblings".

Where was I before I got grossly interrupted by myself ? Ah, yes, pets. Since this is quite long, I'm only putting the Hazbin crew for that one, will do the others later. Mixing some stuff already seen in canon, stuff that's now loosely canon, and own speculations, here we go :

The Hazbin Crew (not forgetting Lucifer this time around) !

Charlie technically has Razzle and Dazzle as familiars (well... Razzle anyway now), though she's not seen interacting with them much, but she does have some small moments with KeeKee. She treats her well and the two are seen to go quite nicely along, surprisingly treating her like a normal pet (and not a substitute child or something), so I think she's one of the ordinary pet owners. She could love soft pets the most (as seen with her excitement to get to pet a koala in Heaven, implying Hell pets aren't that soft or nice usually - which, no wonder, given what we've seen from Helluva Boss' Hellhound adoption center, also with Hell being, y'know, Hell) and love to cuddle them, distractingly give them scritches and strokes with one hand while working on something else. She naturally wouldn't like to see her pet hurt, but would be the type to forget regular check-ins for minor shots and general health-care, not out of malice or anything but just because it's such a small thing (compared to how busy she is with the Hotel) that it simply slipped her mind. Vaggie would probably have to remind her that they better get the hellbies shot soon, and Charlie would drop anything to wrench a timeslot on her busy schedule, wait, maybe next Wednesday...? But I promised Niffty we could go buy new cleaning supplies on that day, oh, jeez, umm, Friday ? No, no, that's Share Your Feelings Day, can't skip that - uhh... until Vaggie simply says that she'll take care of it.

She'll be the owner that actually doesn't overcoddle her pet (contrary to how she behaves with Sinners), and sees it like the animal it is instead of something else. However, she'll also be empathetic, enthusiastic (especially with big-friendly-dog-like energy pets), and always eager to interact with it, whether in a calm (awww, who's up for cuddles ? You ? Why yes we can have cuddles) or energic way (Who's a good boy/girl ? Who wants to go for a walk ? Ready ? Fetch !) given the type of pet. Expect photos of moments she finds endearing or milestone celebrations. Any abandoned kitten in a box found is immediately saved and showered with affection. She will also have a high chance of incorporating them into therapy with Sinners, because "puppy dog kisses" and all. Hurt an animal, especially for sadism, and she will get very pissed. Not violent, but very threatening at least, demon horns and all : animals may be animals, but they're still living beings to be respected and loved.

Vaggie is on the more pragmatic side, getting all appointments ahead of time, has a vaccine planning for the next 20 years, and if the pet requires it, a stern but adapted education plan (in case of specific breeds with dangerous behavioral issues). She's a bit more commanding, but also shows a softer side around her pet, and would see a middle-to-high maintenance one as a challenge. While she doesn't think she'll be able to afford caring for every lost pet, she'll make sure to find them a home. Might co-own a pet with Charlie most likely than having one of her own, but she'll take care, as said above, of anything practical for her - she's a manager after all. She'll be more fussy about flees and shedding than Charlie, but in an annoyed way rather than being a clean freak (that's Niffty). She's also aware of safety problems (don't let a pet unsupervised around a kid), but trust the animal's instincts the most : if it reacts the wrong way to something, then trouble is up. I think they'd have a good companionship, in a sort of busy-owner/sidekick-competent-pet kind of way : it would bring items to Vaggie when she's looking for them, sniff out what she tells it to, and support her emotionally when distressed or frustrated - like said, she's softer around it and would like some nice cuddle session to relieve her stress.

The funny side would come up if the pet is enthusiastic and has trouble understanding commands, winging it through accidental disobedience and just being happy-go-lucky rather than being a spiteful little rat. Vaggie won't have the heart to tell it that it did wrong, just huffing out a smile and resolving to do better next time. Her strong points are training, and physical exercice with the pet. Hurting a pet will make her angry, and hurting her (and/or Charlie's) pet will make her furious enough to pull out her spear.

Lucifer, as seen with KeeKee, has a massive case of cuteness proximity. He has at least 4 full photo albums on his phone from a pet at all angles, and this is KeeKee slightly to the left, and this is KeeKee slightly more to the left, and... he'll be the one to treat it like a fuzzy animal-child that just happens to have four legs and a different diet, putting it in different costumes, and just gush over it all day. That doesn't mean he'll excuse misbehavior, but he'll downplay it some bit. Might also be petty enough to let the pet be a little jackass to people he doesn't like (ie, Alastor) and play it up as if baby is incapable of hurting anyone, I dunno what you're talking about. If it's a bird, he migh train it to redecorate Alastor's furniture in the latest artistic guano trend (to the sound of Drop It Like It's Hot. Sorry not sorry. It was that or a joke about "polka dots"). While his life doesn't revolve around the pet, he'll sure spend a lot of his day just goofying around or look at it, poking and booping it then giggling like a schoolgirl with a crush on the math teacher, to the incomprehension of everyone else. The pet is allowed to go everywhere (unless it's dangerous), but there are moments when Lucifer is more serious and needs comfort, which he'll look for in his animal companion, and calmer moments when it's just simply him at his workshop with his pet on his lap.

He might be more fond of birds, cats or bird/cat-like pets than dogs or reptiles (I know, missed opportunity about snakes, but he seems more to be into waterfowls, and snakes might bring up some unpleasant memories - but I can see him adopt pretty much everything though), but curiously enough I can also see him being a fan of vivarium pets (like beetles or butterflies), because he'll make them the best vivarium ever - and the decor changes so often the poor tykes don't know where they dug their house anymore. Nevermind the thing also being the size of a whole room, and having to be shower-sprinkled every damn five minutes to keep up humidity. But my bet is that he's more into fuzzy, fun-sized cute pets (or his own metric of cute, which everyone else could be finding questionable at best). Don't bring him to the vet with the pet, he'll cry at the same time as the thing even if he's not the one receiving the shot. Might try to pull the "swivel in the chair with the pet on lap and stroking it in an evil overlordish way", only the effect is ruined because that's a cross-eyed aadvark or something.

Angel Dust, as seen with his hellpig Fat Nuggets (given to him by Valentino of all people - no, really), is the type to utterly adore and spoil his pet, but not to a completely unreasonable degree. He deeply cares about it and keeps it in his room, and seems to be the type to gravitate towards comfort pets as companions than maintenance pets, decorative/competition/status pets or friend pets. Fat Nuggets is part of the family, plain and simple, but while baby-talking, Angel wouldn't treat it like a pseudo-child either. He's fond of carrying it around under one arm while doing something else, bringing it along with him, as a comforting weight and source of affection. Doesn't mind sleeping with Fat Nuggets next to him I bet, and goes to hug it on particularly bad days. Hurt the little piggy and you get gunned down. I don't think he'll have many pets at once, just one by one (unlike my household where we have 3 cats, a mom and her two daughters, all adults, and hellbent on never letting anyone sleep a full night), so he can give them his full attention. But he'll be also fond to giving them ironic names (like "Fat Nuggets" to a pig) and adoring nicknames overall. Forgets to go to the vet, but knows it's necessary and if reminded (and having his schedule free), he'll go. Has a lot of photos, mostly for cuteness points and personal enjoyment, but won't film himself making silly dances with his pet like Lucifer would do.

Husk would do best with a low-maintenance pet, and har har fuckers, yes I know I'm a cat in Hell, never heard that one. He might not naturally gravitate to them, but like Vaggie when he finds one in need, he won't have the heart to turn it down. Independent, free-roaming pets are the best match for him : he doesn't have to keep an eye on it all the time, it can gather food for itself, and go through the day with the bare minimum of his intervention. But having something to scratch and nuzzle with on the counter at the end of a hard day at the bar is always a plus. He might also carry one-sided conversations just for the need to vent out when nobody's looking, and when somebody's looking, just exchanging a deadpan did you see that shit ? glance does it for him too. He might also keep it around for the benefit of keeping drunk or drinking people from going overboard, turning some violent alcoholics into crying softies at the sight of the pet - indirectly using it as a therapy pet, more or less consciously (he'll never admit it). Will aslo put up a sign : "Watch your drink, the pet is an asshole." with said pet being drawn knocking it off the counter. He'll let someone else take care of the vet thing, no this problem, tyker can take care of itself. Maybe doesn't name it, because what's the point, it's not like he owns something that decides to butt in and sit on his bar counter, but likes it for its free spirit.

Niffty would be... a clean freak. She might get the idea of plucking every strand of hair off the pet so that it'll never shed again, and do things borderlining animal cruelty out of a misguided attempt to "make things simpler". Hairless animals would work best for her, and there might be a kindred spirit if it's as psychotic as her. She'll be quite strange with affections, because licking and climbing on her are not advised (keeping things clean, and also she zips around like a squirrel in traffic on caffeine), but she'll give it words of praise and quick pats on the head if it's well-behaved. Feeding time will be on the dot, she might teach it tricks for her own amusement (and then everyone shudders at the thought of what "tricks" might mean for Niffty), and probably transform it into a cleaning sidekick just as bugfuck crazy as her. Others often have to intervene because No, Niffty, you can't do that !! but the beastie will, somehow, learn to use knives despite everyone's best efforts and not having arms at all. One of the safest ways for Niffty to have pets is fishes : they are well-cared of, don't risk much, and sometimes you'll find her on a break gazing calmly at the colorful dancing and shimmering in the waters, almost looking normal for once, lovingly feeding them and the whole looking adorable. If you forget that they're pirhanas ripping some poor sentient dust bunny to shreds.

Now Alastor. I can't see him having a pet (no the Egg Bois don't count), but for the sake of this thing, let's pretend he does. Dogs are ruled out though, given his manner of death, he'll despise them. He might like something silent, clean, autonomous, obedient yet with its own spirit but that doesn't steal the attention from him (all cats of the world, you can go back to where you come from). A sort of hype-man pet, that he'll thoroughly train with precise discipline, that looks like a shadow to his own shadow and gives emphasis to what he does or says - if there was a cool, hellish version of a radio parrot, it'll be it. Absolutely would use it to prank or freak out people, and put it to use to get information. Will use the full overlordish-status potential of having such a dangerous but tamed-at-his-command pet, letting people wonder how that came to be in his possession, and how threatening he can be with it. Will also talk to his pet like to a butler, with full sentences and gentlemanly inflections (So who shall we visit now, my fine, fuzzy fellow ?), monologues at it a lot with faux-dialoguing on its expressions (You're right, my friend, this is a pile of rubbish) and loves to terrorize the vet with it. The only one who likes it as he does is Rosie.

Sir Pentious (and again, the Egg Bois don't count. The blimp even less) on his side will try to pull the overlordish evil pet stroke, but he's actually a big softie that, if even saddled with and cuddled by a pet (as seen when KeeKee goes to nest on his lap) will feel chosen and emotional. Expect huge nuzzles to the point of disturbing the pet in whatever it does, at all times, but also spoiling it in material ways : best food, best toys, best bed, he might even build most of it himself. The end result might look like a pet-house that doubles as a tank so it can defend itself should anyone attack, and assist Pentious in his conqueering endeavors. He might be fond of stuff like hamsters or bunnies, building it their rolling ball so that the thing can go around and spy for him - but unlike Alastor, this fails completely, as it doesn't possess the intellectual capacity to process anything beyond "lettuce". Pentious might also do extensive research on every little thing about the pet, and ask his minions to hold a pet-journal, Karl Lagerfeld style. If the critter looses three hairs it's the end of the world. Every trip to the vet is treated like treading into the battlefield, the atrocious march to the gallows, we might not come out of here alive, men, it was a honor flying with you...! and alright, sir, the nail-clipping is done, you can stop fainting now.

Cherri would be more into robust, strong pets that can keep up with her and not afraid of bombs. Her lifestyle makes it so that she realistically might not be able to afford a pet, nor does want one, but again, like Alastor, let's pretend she can - so either a resilient big pet, or a small one she can carry around. Maybe even a preferrence for something that could act like Hell's answer to a zippo Pokémon or something, so let's say something reptile-like, a pocket dragon of sorts. A dangerous, but cute critter, that no one in their right mind would try taming, but Cherri is going at it and loving every second. If her pseudo-Charmander grows big and impressive as an adult, even better ! No mad bomber likes it more than to drop it from a flying beast like the new atomic bomb carrying plane. She might cuddle with it for sleeping, and is fond of patting gestures and dynamic exercises with it, getting her thrills flying around. The only problem (that matters to her) ? It keeps trying to eat Fat Nuggets, so anything looking vaguely pork-ish tends to distract it from its course. Because obviously, it has the attention span of a spastic monkey - which would be her second choice : it can climb around, carry and hand her stuff, and escape just as fast out of a sticky situation along with her.

Stay tuned for the rest.

(Pets 2 (Vees + Overlords) here)

Again, Masterpost here.

[becca-e-barnes]

you beautiful lady you i hope you’ve had a lovely day. i come once again to humbly beg… 🤲🏽 spare lee x innocent reader crumbs please ma’am? 🤲🏽

It's been too long since I last talked about Lee!! 🥵

Because as soon as Lee's innocent little angel starts exploring their own pleasure a bit more with him, the man is going to lose it.

I can just imagine the first time you timidly ask to go on top and he's maybe even a little apprehensive because it's not the missionary he's used to. He doesn't know if he'll really like not being able to dictate to pace and maybe he's worried deep down that you being on top would feel a little less intimate.

He certainly wouldn't stop you though, in fact, he'd do everything in his power to make you feel confident and sexy while staying in control. His hands grip the softness of your hips with a groan, appreciating the shape of your body, hungrily watching you sink down on him. "Tha's it, good girl." He hums, letting you get used to the feeling of him inside you like this.

Being on top is better than you'd even imagined it could be. It's a little fumbly and awkward at first but it doesn't take you long to work out a nice rhythm of grinding back and forth, keeping his cock inside you. It's maybe not exactly what he needs but the way you're stealing pleasure from him is way hotter than it should be.

"Ya like that, don't you, kitten? Sounds like that feels real fuckin' good for you." He's lost in your tiny whimpers with each grind and you're almost looking a little cock drunk already. "Who'd have thought an innocent little thing like you would enjoy stuffin' yourself full of cock."

Your fingertips desperately struggle for purchase on his soft chest, your nails digging in and he has to admit, he loves you like this. "Touch yourself, baby. Touch your body the way I do."

You don't need him to tell you twice, letting your own hands drift over yourself the way his usually do. "L-Lee..." You whine, running a hand down your neck and over your breasts, playing with your own nipples a little before letting them keep moving. He watches as they drift over your tummy, trailing lower and lower.

"Look at ya, touchin' yourself so I can watch. Don't know what's gotten into you but you're actin' a little slutty tonight, sweetheart." Just the slight degradation is enough to make you flutter. He doesn't usually speak to you like that and it's almost thrilling that he's noticed how much you're enjoying this.

The tip of his dick nudges just right, each grind back and forth lets him rub against that little soft spot inside you, the one that makes your knees weak and God, this is bliss.

He's happy to just watch for now. At some stage he'll thrust up into you or flip you over and give you what you need but for now, he's just content letting his sweetheart explore.

[smilesthroughfandoms]

A Bone to Pick (Chapter Preview)

How could I not share this super sweet moment I just wrote?

Mei pondered this. Her control over the Samadhi fire had been brought out by her own understanding of her abilities and what she was capable of. She figured if Bai He could reach that point as well, there might be a chance she could grasp her own abilities. But that was going to be difficult if the mere thought of her powers brought on such existential terror to the little girl, it nearly paralyzed her.

Then, an idea occurred to her.

What if Bai He already had better moments associated with the abilities, maybe not with the being or origination, but with the type of magic she possessed.

“Do you have any good memories of winter?” Mei asked. Hoping she wasn’t throwing Bai He for to much of a loop.

“Ice Skating with my Nainai,” Bai He answered almost immediately with a small smile. “She used to watch me when I was practicing my figure skating… I haven’t done it as much since she passed away.”

Mei smiled. “Ok, focus on your breathing. Breath in… and out. In… and out. Picture ice skating with your Nainai in your head. Feel the cold air on your cheek, the warmth of her hand in yours, hear the scrape of the skates on the ice. Can you see it?”

A moment of quiet. Of meaningful, profound quiet. The kind you hear after a beautiful fireworks show, before everyone decides to get up and leave. Then, a nod. “I do… I see her smiling at me, I see the snow on the banks of the pond, I can see the frozen pond in the park near my house.”

“Ok, focus more on the ice. Feel it under your feet as you skate… Now, look at the skates. Can you see them?”

“Uh-huh. I see them.”

“Keep that picture in your head and, carefully, focus on remaking that memory. Feel the cold under your feet, hear the sound of ice skates and--” Mei was cut off by a loud, unexpected Woosh!, startled back, Mei looked down at Bai He’s feet. She smiled.

Confused by how Mei cut her sentence off, Bai He opened her eyes and, seeing Mei’s gaze, looked to her feet with a gasp. “Are… are those--?”

“They sure are, Little Lily.” Mei stood to her feet before gently tugging Bai He into a standing position.

On Bai He’s feet, were thin, icy versions of the skates she used to wear as a littler girl, when her Nainai took her ice skating every winter. Neat and sharp and oh-so cold on the bottom of her tennis shoes. But, Bai He didn’t really mind the cold. Instead of a choking, overbearing winter, these skates almost felt cozy. Like the first snowfall of the year, like making a snow angel with friends, like spending time with your grandma on a cold day.

With a little nudge from Mei, Bai He pushed off. Almost like it was second nature to her, Bai He started to do a few minor turns and spins. She had been in child figure skating competitions since she could walk, but had stopped skating after her NaiNai passed away. It had been long, too long for Bai He to really remember, since she had just gone skating on the ice. No competition required, just a simple return to form.

It was nice, finding out that she hadn’t lost her touch after all this time. “I’m doing it! I’m doing it, Mei!”

Bai He looked up and saw Mei, holding two kittens in one arm, holding out her phone with the other, beaming at the little girl with wet eyes. “You’re doing it, Little Lily. You’re doing it!” She sounded like a big sister watching her baby sister perform the role of “Tree Number 3” in the school play.

[bangtanintotheroom]

Me again! I need to know if Sheriff Yoongi's been to see his favorite kitten lately. Maybe with the prompt "“i could do this all day"? 💕

Ohohoho, back on the yeehaw agenda, are we? 🤠

I Like That

• Pairing: Sheriff!Yoongi x Brothel Worker!(F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Western AU, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 2.1k

• Summary: You and the beloved town sheriff decide to have your own festivities and make up for lost time.

• Prompt: #14 “I could do this all day” (smut)

• Warnings/themes: a wedding occurs!, swearing, drinking, flirting, hints of pining, Yoongi and his damn pet names 😩, mentions of prostitution, nipple play, public sex, unprotected sex (no rubbers in the West, y’all)

• Notes: You know, I was actually thinking about Sheriff!Yoongi the other day and look what popped into my inbox! Thanks Sunny! Feels like it’s been ages since we were on the yeehaw agenda 🤠✨

• Taglist: @parkdatjimin @jimilter @joontied @highly-functioning-mitochondria @swweetnightt @sunshinerainbowsbts @minttangerines @miscelunaaa @sugalaritae @herecomesjoon @sopeorsoaporsoup @cris1984love @kookiecrumb @codeinebelle @ssaboala

Rodeo | I Like That |

A warm, early Autumn day in the town square.

Hundreds of citizens gathered round, eating, drinking or dancing among the massive decorations.

The Mayor and his newly joined wife sitting at the head of the festivities, eyes only breaking away from each other to converse with whoever came up to wish them well.

And not a Maknae Bandit in sight.

Just what Yoongi liked to see.

The sheriff leaned against the bar counter, a glass of whiskey in hand, as he looked over the reception. News of Mayor Jin’s upcoming wedding had spread through town the second his fiancée Rosé was spotted with a band around her left ring finger. The couple didn’t take too long to announce a date, wanting to take this moment of peace to tie the knot before any chaos resulted in Jin being away from home for days again.

So far, everything was going smoothly.

No runaway brides or grooms.

No objections during ‘speak now or forever hold your peace’.

No drunken toasts that revealed skeletons in closets.

Just a joyful day celebrating the love of two people.

Yoongi already approached the couple earlier, giving them his well wishes for a happy future. Jin and Rosé didn’t let him walk away with just a simple thanks, expressing their gratitude for making sure everything went smoothly today. Their invite was extended to the whole town, which included those who didn’t agree with the mayor’s rules. For the most part, the naysayers who attended kept to themselves and didn’t kick up a fuss, enjoying the free food, drink and entertainment.

Good. Yoongi didn’t feel like getting dust or blood on his fancy suit today.

Besides…

Feline eyes returned to the gaggle of women he had been watching steadily.

He had something more important to worry about.

Everyone in town included everyone, even the workers at Namjoon’s brothel. Which meant you were there, conversing with your coworkers and all dressed up for the wedding.

Yoongi wasn’t going to lie to himself; he had his eye on you since you stepped into the chapel. The way your hair was styled and the dress you had on caught his attention. All this time he had spent with you before and he had never seen you this dolled up.

It brought a familiar feeling to his gut that occurred whenever he was making his way to your workplace for a visit.

That feeling only increased throughout the day, watching as you danced and socialized, not a care in the world on your shoulders.

Fun was a good look on you, only second to unrestrained lust.

Yoongi was ordering his second glass and conversing with the bartender when he felt someone approaching him on the side. Turning to his right, he raised a brow at who waited for him.

“Howdy kitten.”

“Howdy sheriff. Enjoying yourself?”

He gave his answer with a raise of his whiskey glass and a nod.

“Living the dream. Must be nice to get a day off for yourself, no?”

“Mm, absolutely. It’s even better now that I’ve run into you.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth quirked.

“Oh yeah? You been missing me, darling?”

You pushed out your lower lip, nodding.

“Yeah, my favorite customer hasn’t stopped by in a while. Thought maybe you got bored of me.”

The sheriff frowned at your profile as you stared ahead at the bottles of liquor on the shelves. The tone of your voice expressed apathy but your face didn’t match.

He could tell by the slight dip between your brows and the clench of your jaw that this bothered you.

“Y/N.”

Yoongi took a swig of his alcohol before responding.

“It’s not like that, trust me. Between my duties and all this wedding madness, I haven’t had the time to visit. I’m sorry if I made you worry, doll.”

There wasn’t an immediate response, but when it did come through, you looked at him with something akin to regret.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m just over here worrying my head off out loud. Didn’t mean to kill the mood.”

Yoongi wanted to chase the topic, but judging by your expression, you wanted to lay it to rest.

So he nodded and called the bartender over to order one of your favorite drinks, patting himself on the back as your eyes lit up in gratitude. A clink of his glass against your newly placed one and the atmosphere returned to its lightheartedness.

While the two of you conversed and continued to watch the festivities, that damned feeling Yoongi was experiencing earlier returned in full force. There were so many causes for its arrival.

Having you in close proximity, able to smell the rosy perfume you always wore.

Watching you bob your head and grin as you listened to the band playing.

The small strip of cleavage that peeked out of the top of your dress and grew whenever you bent over.

Hell, everything had his feline eyes lingering on you and forgetting about the hundreds of people in the area.

Screw it.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Wanna get out of here for a little while?”

You weren’t sure what he was implying until you looked up at him, seeing a fire in his dark eyes that you hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing in weeks. The sight made your lips curl in excitement.

“I’m not on the clock, y’know.”

“I know. Doesn’t mean I can’t speak to you alone.”

An amused sound came out as you tapped your nails on your thigh.

“Mm, I don’t know, sheriff—” He felt your hip bump into his.

“Sounds like you want to do a little more than speaking.”

Yoongi could only chuckle, shrugging his shoulders.

“You caught me.”

Laughing, you polished off the last of your drink before taking his hand in yours. Once he finished his whiskey, you began leading him out of the reception and towards an empty alleyway, going in deep enough that no one would get wind of what you two were about to do.

As soon as you were comfortable, you pinned Yoongi to the wall before bringing his lips down onto yours. The contact seemed to light a fire in the sheriff as his ring-clad hands grasped onto your hips, pulling them flush against his. Your tongue escaped to meet his halfway, tangling with need.

This was just what you wanted.

And judging by how your body was lifted and placed onto the nearby barrel, this was just what Yoongi wanted also.

“So I wasn’t seeing things.”

The protector of the town raised a brow while he worked on lifting up your skirt. “Hm?”

“Thought I caught you looking my way a couple of times. Did someone miss me?”

“Hmph.”

As expected, Yoongi huffed, but he couldn’t hide the lift of his cheeks as he lowered your undergarments down to hang off one of your ankles. Just when he was about to reach for his belt, you brought your hands up to begin undoing the leather.

“Let me do the honors.”

Yoongi would have to be a dumbass to protest against your offer. Especially once you got everything else undone and palmed his growing bulge, receiving a rumble of a sigh from his pouty lips.

“Missed having this cock inside me, baby.”

“Mnh, it’s missed being inside you too, kitten.”

Smirking, you reached inside his own underwear and pulled his length out, licking your lips at its reddened and leaking tip.

“I can tell.”

Giving it a few pumps, you then smeared his precum over the shaft before letting go, shifting your bottom enough to rest on the very edge of the barrel. You lowered your lashes while looking up at his ever-darkening expression.

“Come on sheriff—”

You spread your legs as far as they could go.

“Duty calls.”

Yoongi’s gaze lingered on your exposed center until your words snapped him out of it. Nodding fiercely, the sheriff scooted closer to you, wrapping his hand around his cock to align it with your opening. He wasted no time as he slowly entered you, holding back the low growl he wanted to emit.

“I guess you really missed me, huh?”

You were struggling for words at the moment, letting the flutters of your walls speak for you instead. The second he was buried inside, you wrapped your legs around his waist and crossed your wrists behind his neck. He nestled his face into the crook of yours before starting up a slow yet thorough tempo, grunts melting into your warm skin.

The both of you enjoyed each other’s bodies in that dusty, barren alleyway, less than a mile away from the celebration of love between two of the town’s most important figures. Yoongi was glad that it was a peaceful day. No sight of any bandits or troublemakers who dared to interrupt a special event. Hours ago, he would have said it was a good thing because it gave him time to kick back and relax.

But now?

It was an excellent thing because he was able to make up for lost time with you.

He would have loved to take his time like usual but the circumstances robbed him of the opportunity, especially when he heard a group of laughing people pass by the end of the alley.

Ready to speed this up, Yoongi increased his pace, groaning as you squeezed him in response. Wanting to give you more to work with, the sheriff took the top of your dress and lowered it enough to allow one of your breasts to escape. Before you could say anything, he leaned down and began lapping at your nipple with purpose. The action made a louder than expected gasp to escape.

“Quiet, kitten. You don’t wanna get caught, do you?”

“N-No—”

“Then sit back and enjoy.”

Enjoy is just what you did as Yoongi continued working you up, the stretch of his dick providing you with a friction that had you biting down hard on your lip. You were doing okay up until you felt a thumb rubbing over your clit out of nowhere.

“Y-Yoongi—!”

A raspy chuckle reverberated into your ear. “You like that, Y/N?”

“Yes—” Your hold on him tightened. “I like that a lot—”

The sheriff hummed in amusement as he continued, allowing the heat deep in your belly to burn higher and higher. Just when it was starting to feel like too much, a swear left Yoongi while the hold on your hip tightened.

“Kitten, ‘m gonna come—”

One of your hands crawled up to tangle in his dark locks as you whispered, “Me too, don’t stop—”

Obeying your wish, Yoongi continued his pace until you felt him stiffen and pause. A growl was all you got as a warning before a familiar heat poured into you, triggering your own finish as well. You buried your face in his neck to stifle your cry as you trembled and fell apart.

By the time your orgasm dissipated, you remembered just where you were.

You actually snuck off with the town sheriff to get fucked on top of a random barrel.

Surely someone noticed that either of you disappeared by now.

“Hey Yoongi?”

“Mm?”

“Maybe we should head back now?”

The town protector hummed, bringing his head up to nod.

“I guess. Wish we didn’t have to.”

You giggled, brushing a stray lock of hair off his damp forehead.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

The both of you continued to gaze at each other, neither making a move to part and situate yourselves. Just as you were about to break the silence, Yoongi beat you to it.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

His head tilted. “You wanna stop by my place later?”

Your eyes nearly bugged out at his question. All of your encounters up to this point took place at the brothel. Even for your other customers, you were never invited into their homes, remaining a hidden dirty secret.

“You…are you sure?”

“Yeah. If you’re worried about getting paid, it’s not a problem.”

Of course that’s what he thought the issue was. Typical Min Yoongi.

A short laugh came as you shook your head.

“That’s not it, Yoongi. I just…I’ve never been to your place before.”

A shrug was all you got.

“First time for everything, no?”

“True.” You didn’t let it go though, lifting a brow while narrowing your eyes playfully. “Or maybe you just want to fuck me again?”

Yoongi laughed, shoulders shaking as that gummy smile you were fond of made an appearance.

“Kitten, I could do this all day.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2022. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[fallingstarsau]

How is Star Icefall’s life or any details on her? Her name makes me think of a frozen waterfall which is sick

Ask and you shall receive!

Star Icefall is a controversial Luminary of the past, especially for her later years…

She was a rising star as a young warrior. Bold, brave, constantly anxious that everyone would leave her like her dead mom. She was very protective over her sister, Snowflight.

And when Snowflight wanted to become Heart-Mates with Thistleclaw, a competitor for the Luminary position a violent cat, Icefall refused to give her blessing.

(With Moonflower dead, and Stormtail disgraced for letting her die, Icefall would be the only cat to ask for a blessing. Becoming Heart-Mates doesn’t require a blessing on both sides, but it is custom.)

Snowflight cut her off, to Icefall’s dismay. Icefall decided that she would have to prove Thistleclaw’s “wrongdoing.”

Granted, Thistleclaw wasn’t perfect. He was headstrong, and argumentative, and very aggressive on defending the Thundercrash Guild… but Snowflight did not appreciate Icefall pointing this out in an attempt to separate the two, and this just made them closer.

(And also made it so Snowflight would always defend Thistleclaw’s flaws, seeing every criticism as an attack on her too. Thistleclaw, if he had been confronted, would have most likely gone on a better path…)

When Snowflight died in a boar attack, Icefall was furious and blamed Thistleclaw for it. He didn’t cause her death, but due to his increased anger recently, and how he and Snowflight had been fighting, the Guild believed her.

Thistleclaw was exiled.

Icefall thought she would feel better- surely she would, exiling her rival… and yet.

She starts spending more time with the current Luminary, Star Pineheart, to try and be promoted to the Successor. She would often kit-watch for him. But… Nightkit, Mistkit, and Hopekit get sick. Violently. Her uncle, Goosefeather, who has been distant her entire life starts helping her kit-sit, under the excuse that they might be struggling with Soul-Sickness.

And then she stumbles across him feeding the kittens small bits of yew. She… she’s come so far… to have another disgraced family member…

She says nothing. Nightkit survives, thankfully… but the other two are dead. They were so small and tiny and innocent….

And she’s promoted to Successor. She did it, she won, she still feels empty

And then she meets Stormrumble(Crookedstar), another successor. He’s nice. Kind. A listening ear. And she listens to them too…

When Star Pineheart finds out, he lets Star Hailclaw know. And then both Guilds. And everyone wants them to be Cross-Guild mates, to improve the Alliance’s relations.

They do, it feels less magical now that the wonder has worn off, but they do it, and have three kittens…

Stonekit, a large mottled Grey kitten, Mistkit, a Dilute tortoiseshell kitten, and Mosskit, a pure black kitten with ice blue eyes and one white paw….

And Thistleclaw, that sniveling mate-killer attacks as Stormrumble and Icefall are at the River with the kittens, discussing who will go where… and Mosskit gets swept away in the river, lost forever…

Icefall doesn’t drag him to a trial though. She drowns him, before letting him float away.

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Pineheart’s betrayal… hurt.

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When the Alliance received the Fire alone prophecy at the Gathering, she felt hope…

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But after that will have to wait for another ask :P

[sinfulspencer]

Update?

Well... Hello my darlings.

This is going to be a slightly long post because I just want to explain and say a few things before I disappear again into the void.

My last post on this blog was around the time I graduated, which means it was the end of October. Since then, I've been able to start working for the Hospital that I've spent most of my childhood and my University's course in.

I'm currently working as a Lab technician at the Microbiology lab, which some of you knows it's my favourite place in the world (my obsession with bacteria and yeast still hasn't disappeared). I've met wonderful people there and I'm surrounded by amazing colleagues who love me, appreciate me and help me grow every single day.

Ever since I left this blog and all the people I've met here, that I still deeply care for, I got better. I'm slowly feeling like myself again, I've taken control of my own life and things seem to be looking decent for me - both physically and mentally.

Last year was horrible, I cannot describe it in other ways.

I've had troubles with my insecurities, my anxiety, my relationship with the world and my friends, but most importantly with myself. I acted like I knew exactly who I was, when in reality I just hid behind a mask that just broke me piece by piece until there was nothing left.

I didn't know who I was, I didn't know what I wanted from my life and most importantly, I lost the focus of what I want to do with my existence to the point I pretended to be someone who I definitely was not. It took away every ounce of strength I had.

Now I know who I am, I know what I am worth.

Logging into this blog again threw me a bit in a loop, honestly. I read most of the anonymous asks that I received, all of your comments on my fics and the messages that some of you left.

I want to make things clear once and for all, because it's getting a bit annoying and frustrating. Me and Anat don't spoke anymore because it's just how life is; I care about her and I'm proud of her for everything she has done and is currently doing. I've wanted nothing but happiness for her because she's an amazing person and I will forever be grateful to the moon for letting me meet her and spend some of the best months in my life. So please, for the love of whatever you believe in, stop asking me what happened between us; stop insulting her, insulting me and leave both of us alone because it's just pathetic.

Our ex-relationship was and still is none of your business.

Now, onto the other important topic...

I appreciate every single nice comment on my fics and the advices some of you left in my messages about struggling with dealing with my own emotion.

I'm still not ready to come back and write like I did before, but I am slowly opening my fic-folder and re-reading everything that I've left. My will to write is coming back, but I am not promising anything because it'd be pointless and it would put me in an uncomfortable situation.

I still love Criminal Minds and Spencer, of course. I still love to write smut and definitely I am not done with Daisy&Spencer (maybe I am writing a little something something about them...), so just a heads up.

I miss every single person I met here, especially @fortheloveofwonderland and @foxy-eva. I hope you guys are doing wonderful and are happy with your life, your partners, your family, your friends, your studies or whatever is going on with your life.

Just know that I think of you and I miss you all.

PS: I found two kittens this december and I was lucky enough to bring them home around Christmas' time. I don't have pictures on this computer right now, but you can definitely see them on @aetheriiignes (my IG profile).

[elliesw1ft]

4ever🏹 E. W.

loser!ellie x reader

"is it every gonna change? am i gonna feel this way forever?" -4ever / clairo

•warnings bae!: smut, f1ngering, kissing, begging, swearing, just ellie eatin u out<3

•notesies: please reblog would mean so much 2 me!! fic by @elliesw1ft only on tumblr!

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"yeah, cya tomorrow dee!"

you wave at dina as your leave the campus. The sky was dark, cloudy, and you know its about to rain. You were planning on walking to your apartment since its not that far. Just a small 10 minutes walk. Maybe you'll take a taxi? That sounded like a better option than walking in the rain and getting sick tomorrow

You called a taxi and hopped on. All the way to the apartement you just stared through the window admiring the rainy downtown streets.

"Thank you"

You said to the driver while handing out a $20 bill. You rushed to the lobby entrance and went inside the elevator only to meet.... ugh... Ellie Williams. Not only does she go to the same campus as you, she is also you next door neighboor. Just great. You always had find her anoyying. But secretly, you kinda do have a crush on her. you see her, alot. Considering she is your neighboor after all.

Ellie looked like she was about to exit the elavator. But oddly, when you entered she didnt. She instead stayed there and went back to the 5th floor with you. You tried avoiding eye contact with her but Ellie did, she looks at you with a smile. "Hey y/n, where you've been pretty?" Ellie has always been a little... fruity? "Hey. Ellie. Got back from campus." Ellie just smirks and got closer to you making her hand touch your bare thighs making you..... nervous? What?

The elevator stop, you and Ellie exits the elevator together. "come over won't ya, pretty?" She asks you whilst smiling. "And what makes you think i will?" You asked with an annoyed face.

"Just think about helping out your neighboor not feeling so lonely."

"Loser."

"Is that a yes?"

"Fine. Whatever."

Okay, okay, you secretly want to come over. Your just a little shy?

You followed Ellie to her room like a lost puppy. Instead of going in to 508, like usual. You go in 509. Ellie's room. As you entered, you put you bag down and looked at ellie's room. Let's just say her room was very 'ellie'. Poster's of bands, hoodies and basic tops everywhere. On her bed. Even the floor. She's pretty messy.

"Sorry, bit messy."

A bit? It was a masive ship wreck.

You sat down on ellie's bed. You couldn't help to notice that the bed smells just like ellie. Ellie sits next to you. She carresess her fingers on your thighs. You swallow your own spit and looks everywhere but ellie.

"Why aren't you sayying anything? You like getting touched huh?"

"Maybe i do"

"Do you want me to continue?"

You swiftly nod. "Lay down babe" she demands. You lay down on ellie's warm bed. Ellie pins you down to her bed and whispers into your ears.

"I wanna taste you."

"Please do."

"How about you beg first babe"

"Please? Ellie?"

"Please what babe?"

"Please make me cum. Pleaseeeeeepleaseeee!"

"Since you asked sooooo nicely..."

Ellie kisses you on the lips and pulls down your shorts. She plays with your underwear before slipping in your wet cunt. "So wet already?" You just nod trying not to moan as her fingers slip in. You bite your lower lips and roll back your eyes.

She kept fingering you harder and harder making you moan louder. You swear the neighboors could hear you. But you didn't care.

"mgonna c-cum els"

"go on you little slut"

You made an absoloute mess on her bed. Ellie could care less honestly.

"Do you want me to clean you up babe?"

"Y-yeah su-sure"

"I'll make it quick"

"D-don't"

"If you insist."

Ellie stops fingering you and starts kissing your wet dippy cunt. She starts licking it like a little kitten. You put your fingers in your mouth as she tounge fucked you. "I fucking love you els" you said to her. She got closer to your face and makes out with you.

She continues eating you out. You swear you could pass out any moment. But you didn't want her to stop anytime soon. Moans escaped from your mouth over and over. Weren't you tired? Yes. Do you want her to stop? Absoloutely not.

You know you've been wanting this since forever. You know, after you broke up with your ex. It was a long story. You couldn't think about it right now while ellie's tounge was inside of you as you breathe heavily.

"Your mine. Forever."

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hiyyaa! Another short smut! Hope u liked it!! More soon<3<3<3 love yall babes

Lotsa lotsa loveeee from urs truly,

alisya♡

#elliewilliams #wlw #elliewilliamssmut #elliewilliamsxreader #elliewilliamsxyou

[demonic-silver-and-gold]

Diary of an Attendant/Friend/Stranger (3)

Excerpt 3: Pets and Shenanigans

{Masterlist} {Ao3}

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Warnings: Spoilers for all games, cursing, liberal use of strikethroughs

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That wasn’t fair. So not fair. But hey, at least I know how Levi got Henry 1.0 and how Lucifer got Cerberus. I should’ve known better, honestly, than to expect them to have gotten such large and dangerous animals not in the midst of chaos and a near-death experience.

But hey! Solomon’s muffins work wonders to repel everyone unwanted creatures (thanks, Asmo, for ignoring me this time). Also, can’t fucking believe I might’ve had an impact on the block of ice idea for Goldie — here’s to making life easier for future/past me! I was JOKING this guy has a sense of humor my god.

I guess it’s like Sol said, that even through time and space we’re still connected. I’m even missing the punishments I can’t get here, how messed up is that? Not to mention the fact Dia wants to add me to the founding of RAD which is just baffling. Heck, I said so myself but his mind was made up and I couldn’t help but agree. It's... weird, but nice, in a way.

And then the fuzzy feeling in my chest had to be ripped away after Lucifer just confirmed what I already knew — that I wasn’t trusted nor wanted but hey, SNAKES.

And as I can never really get a break, of course Solomon had to go and wave the idea that there was a monster that would get them respect. He might be my teacher, a mentor — hell, even a friend — but it’s still not sitting well with me how easily he chose to manipulate them into the situation. I’m overthinking again, whatever. Right now he’s my main hope of going home. Maybe I'm just bitter that he can come and go as he pleases, what exactly is that Nightbringer being getting at by having me here? Do I know them?

Then the situation with that (those?) dog(s?) happened. (Love you Cerberus, but you're in my nightmares for a reason).

I can’t shake off the feeling I got when Mammon and I started talking about pacts. It was uncomfortable, to say the least, when he admitted how he saw such a connection and I silently compared it to how ours had happened. I almost apologized on the spot but held my tongue. Can’t apologize for something you technically haven’t done yet, right? You sure can try, but I still didn’t. It’s the guilt, it got to me. I’m starting to doubt everything about our relationship (my time Mammon and I). I wouldn't blame him, honestly, if he'd push me away for it. Maybe I do need therapy, actually.

Oh, and can I just say — Solomon, how the fuck do you get a relatively passive demon to absolutely despise you openly? Seriously, it’s Barbatos, of all demons. What did you even do?! Regardless, I’m glad I got to spend some time learning about tea etiquette with him before this whole mess happened, otherwise I’d have lost it in the middle of that interview.

I'll write about Cerberus more in depth later, I don't want to think about it right now. Quickly in summary: traps to get to Cerberus happened, shenanigans ensued (loved seeing Satan getting dragged into the lake like a kitten getting its first bath), Asmo was shaken with his newly unlocked power, Beel was summoned somehow and then BOOM — Lucifer got a three headed dog.

I still worry about the brothers more than I should. Seeing them being so vulnerable is awful, like I shouldn’t be here. I really should just tell them the truth just to shut them up, for them to believe I care. I hate lying like this, taking advantage of their trust. Maybe I should try harder to make pacts, even if it feels so wrong, just to get out before it’s too late. Maybe that’ll help. I don’t know anymore.

I think Levi's in trouble, I'll see what I can do next time I see them all.