#minor exhibitionism elements

[poutpoutlilith]

Dear @abihasablog,

Happy Festivus! Today's your @squealing-santa day. I'm so honored to have been assigned to you this year. Please enjoy this Steddyhands fic. Lee Stede, of course.

Also, please forgive my complete ineptitude with anything to do with *actually* using this website.

ao3 link:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/52440493

Warning: Izzy describes some rather violent acts in conversation, but the acts never happen.

"A Dose of Reason"

Word Count: 3596

Word Count Fact: 3596 is not prime, nor is it square free. There is a unique non-cyclic Abelian group of order 3596.

“Hey, Ed, I wanted your opinion on something,” whined Stede in an abandoned attempt to catch his breath.

“Hmmn?” replied Edward, jingling his bell as he turned his neck to face the captain.

“It’s about Izzy. Was I too harsh on him?”

“What?”

“Our confrontation today. You must have overheard it down there.”

“I-”

“And?” asked Stede, his panic only growing.

“Is that what his yelling was? I couldn’t quite tell what he said to you.” Edward cracked his wrists and folded his hands, now fully turning his body to face Stede.

“I was more worried about what I said to him to set him off like that.”

“Well, for starters, I didn’t even hear it. Given the history of my leadership style, that should tell you everything I think about whatever it was you did.”

“Ed! I’m really upset right now. Words can hurt our feelings, even if spoken softly, remember?” Edward sighed in reluctant agreement.

“You know what? I’ll go have a chat with him.”

“Be subtle,” Stede requested through a shaky voice. Edward smiled back at him, figuring he was just being his usual self and overblowing whatever it was.

“I will. He’ll think I was concerned about his yelling, and he’ll think I was surprised to learn it was you that set him off.”

“You really mean that? You think you can pull it off?”

“I do. I’ll come and find you in about a half hour.”

“Thank you, Ed.”

“Mmn,” nodded Edward brightly as he made haste to go and find Izzy.

“The hell do you want?” Izzy groaned at Edward. He kept his gaze out and unfocused on the southern horizon. Edward only moved closer to him, eventually sitting next to him. “On with it or fuck right off! You know what? Why don’t you just do that and save us both the trouble.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t yelling a bigger storm than usual a little bit ago. I could almost make out what you were saying.”

“Fucking Bonnet! Fucking twat Bonnet!” sprayed Izzy in a coarse tone that somehow made every syllable irate and plosive. A small dribble of saliva landed on his chin, which he harshly brushed away with his knuckles in a closed fist. 

“Captain got you pent up again?” Edward again pried.

“Why don’t you just fuck off and save us the trouble?” Izzy reiterated. Edward stood up in place but did not move, staring at Izzy to bait him into saying something, anything, he could take back to Stede. Eventually Izzy looked up and their eyes met. “Fine, if you’re gonna try and piss me off like this I might as well get pissed.”

“Go ahead, Izzy.”

“Fuck off!” he snapped. “Sometimes I just wanna get ahold of Bonnet and fucking destroy him. Fingers and teeth and blood everywhere. And then sew them back on and do it again. And again and again. Fucking twat! With his fucking feelings. And being right about everything. I ought to fucking kick him or something. Just to see him powerless and without some fucking retort. Hell, I’d even tickle the man if it made him cry.”

“What did he say?” Edward asked suddenly, attempting to mask how he perked up at that last sentence. He was on a mission from the captain, after all, and a secret one at that.

“He told me how I’m such a miserable twat. I mean, he didn’t say it like that. Gugh, I should have told him to fuck off!”

“You did, seven times,” Edward interrupted. Izzy chuckled a bit, but neither man could tell if it was at Edward’s comment or simply a component of the larger exasperated and very angry demeanor on display. Izzy continued, basically ignoring Edward.

“He just told me how I should remember it’s okay to talk about my feelings. How it’s not healthy to keep everything bottled up. About how I’ve been through a lot. About how he cares. The fucking nerve on that fucking Bonnet! Laying it on thick like he’s got it all figured out. I wish he’d figure out how to send himself straight the fucking fuck to fucking hell!” Izzy stopped yelling and let himself sink all the way down onto the deck, staring up at the clouded sky.

“At least you recognize he’s right. Not to sound like I’m on his side or whatever, but maybe there’s a way to work through some of what you said.”

“But you do just sound just like the man. You’re fucking whipped, mate. You even wear a little kitty collar for him.”

“That’s not what that’s for and you know it! And so long as we both know he’s right, we might as well figure something out. I’m going to be honest, I think we should help you make Stede cry a little if that’s your thing.”

“Said like you’ve truly given up on yourself yet again,” Izzy snided. Edward sighed.

“I’m going to go talk to Stede to try and make anyone better during all of this. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Fuck you, Edward,” said Izzy, “and thanks. Thanks a lot.” He sat up and faced the open ocean again, waiting for Edward to leave and go find Stede.

As Edward reentered the room, he found Stede in about the most awkward seating position imaginable. He seemed to be staring at the ceiling, chipper from the clavicle up and a twitchy disaster everywhere below that. Stede snapped around to greet him wordlessly, straightening his posture and wincing in preparation to hear the worst. Edward knew better than to frame a conversation as anything other than what Stede wanted or expected.

“He said you laid it on pretty thick. He’s an absolute mess but deep down he understands why you are the way that you are. But he’s really mad about it.”

“That’s great! Maybe he’ll want to talk it through!” Edward only sighed at Stede’s optimism. It was cute. Futile against a berserking Izzy Hands, but very cute.

“Never, I’m afraid. At least not at first with this one. Listen, uhm, I need you to let him tickle you to tears so he doesn’t dismember you in your sleep or turn your teeth into flour.”

“Well, that’s quite an interesting analysis. He sounds very angry. Perhaps what he’s after is some casual discussion. A dose of reason, to quell his inner-”

“Reason, eh? Is that what you conspiring fucks want to call it?” spat Izzy from some nearby stairs.

“I was only trying to get him to take the tickling option so there’s less blood for me and the crew to clean up,” offered Edward in his own defense.

“Fuck the both of yous!”

“Izzy, try to understand what it is I’m seeking here,” pleaded Stede. Izzy only scoffed and advanced toward him. Stede backed himself against a shelf where Izzy towered beneath him. Stede would never turn the confrontation physical. And Izzy wasn’t about to just lay hands on the captain without any preamble.

“I don’t care what you want, Bonnet. This ship may be yours, but you are an idiot too weak to do anything but bend at the command of your fucking feelings. It makes me sick as hell. And I just wish I could show you the only feeling that matters in the pirate world. Helplessness. Suffering. The sharp and ruthless imbalance of power. Something a rich boy like you can never truly earn a worthwhile perspective on.” Stede winced at Izzy’s words, recoiling in his head as a haunting vision from his childhood took over. The spatter of blood. Everywhere that life has taken him from then on. Back to the present moment where his jaw gaped and he had no idea how to redirect Izzy’s anger with the power of words and heartfelt connection anymore. It felt too deep. Too real.

“You really want to show me how bad it’s supposed to hurt to be alive, don’t you, Mr. Hands?”

“For as long as it takes to shatter that flaccid and privileged skull of yours.”

“Don’t do this,” a sullen Edward suggested. Izzy saw the disappointment in his eyes. It got to him, which felt like a victory for Stede. That stung, and only angered him further. He tried his best to play it off, backing away from Stede and pacing about the immediate area.

“You should know I would never touch my Captain without permission to do so. Let alone all of that blood and guts stuff, tempting as it may be.”

“But you mentioned tickling, though, didn’t you? At least, Ed made it sound like you did. That might actually be quite fun. Edward loves to make me laugh. I’d imagine I’m very fun.”

“This isn’t about fun, Bonnet. It’s a matter of principle is all. But that explains why Ed shifted his posture at my little joke earlier. Fond memories of your intimacies or something?”

“Well, that’s,” started Ed, beet red and wishing he would wake up in Stede’s bed to spare himself the lasting reality of the sudden flash of embarrassment. He looked to Stede, as if beckoning for permission. That permission came with a nod.  “Yeah,” he shrugged, hanging his head and closing his eyes for a moment. Stede came to his rescue.

“The truth is, I actually quite like it,” he confessed with a proud smile. His tone was flat and dull, but he at least managed a confident enough pull at the corners of his mouth that went well with the rosy complexion that was starting to take up residence in his cheeks.

“You fucking would, Bonnet. Of all people and of all things.” Izzy paused in his paces to turn and face Stede. He contemplated his next words carefully, adjusting his posture and tone accordingly before moving just a couple steps closer to Stede. “You know what? That actually sounds kind of cute. I’m still gonna make your kittenthing here help me make you cry, but what do we say we try and make peace by taking one out of both our playbook with a little tickle scene?”

“Right here?” Stede asked.

“And right now,” Izzy smirked. “What do you say?” Stede looked to Edward, who nodded him on.

“Alright,” shook Stede. “I guess we’ll go and make this happen, then.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” barked Izzy as he lunged at the captain, grabbing his sides and pressing him back into the shelf. “This business gets taken care of right here and right now. The cat either watches or joins me. Your call.”

“Please don’t make me watch, Stede, if you think you can handle it,” Edward said shyly.

“Of course you can join in, Ed,” Stede gushed, looking past Izzy. He then turned his attention back to Izzy. “Happy to be here for whatever you may need.”

“Happy fucking Bonnet, eh? That’s where your trouble began. That smile. That Bonnet fucking smile.”

“Would it be better if I frowned?” Stede demonstrated, and Izzy did not react. “Perhaps something more neutral, a bit stoic with hints of fear?” Stede tried on a second face, and Izzy had had enough of his antics. Wordlessly, he started tickling Stede hard and fast. Stede was far too distracted by his face making to see it coming. “I actually quite think my noseahahahaha! Ihihi g-guess-”

“What?” Izzy teased with a roar.

“Guess you wehent with a smihihile!” Stede screamed. He turned his neck to face away, not that it would really matter when his ribs and stomach were the center of attention and his eyes were bolted shut. 

Izzy quickly made room for Edward, and with two men holding him there Stede was just about locked in place. He tried to sink to the floor, but Izzy and Edward only followed him there. He sat with legs outstretched and T-Rex arms barely positioning his elbows in self defense. He remained surprisingly still, a dead giveaway he was having a wonderful time, even if he was being quite fussy.

“He usually stay this still for you?” asked Izzy, adjusting his position to kneel on Stede’s leg and facing Edward more fully.

“Always. Deep down, it’s like he said. He really does love it.”

“All the noise he’s making you just almost couldn’t tell. Listen to him roar like a little bitch.”

“I know. Isn’t he cute?” 

Izzy crowed a big belly laugh in reply to Edward’s question, turning back to his original position and moving his hands upward. He noticed Edward moving around the side of Stede, but didn’t try to intentionally take that into account. He was determined to figure Stede out on his own, and he didn’t want to get too distracted from eating up Stede’s reactions to make that happen. Stede was essentially a giggly puddle at the mercy of four spidering, digging, prodding, and clawing hands, and Izzy studied his every squirm and plea with devotion.

“Ohohohoho I’m actually the cutest!” exclaimed Stede, his smile only widening as he fell to the side away from Edward and started rolling away from the wall. He made his way onto his stomach without the necessary momentum to turn any further, so he stopped in place. Edward knelt between him and the wall, Izzy next to him on his other side. Stede shook his head from side to side but said nothing.

Wordlessly, Edward stared for Izzy’s attention, eventually locking eyes with him. They paused for a moment, letting Stede catch his breath. Motioning with his eyes, Edward got Izzy to focus his visual attention on Stede’s shoulders. Edward hovered a hand above Stede’s left shoulder and waited for Izzy to figure out what to do with his right. Bobbing their heads, they counted silently to three and started up again together.

“Wahahahait!” cried Stede. He kicked his legs and huffed and puffed until Edward and Izzy stopped again just a few seconds later. There was a brief silence.

“Stede?” Edward asked flatly. Stede pursed his lips but did not immediately say anything.

“Captain?” tried Izzy, being met with more silence.

“Stede, you need to tell us what’s wrong.”

“Oh, uhm, well,” the captain began. He pushed himself with a wrist onto his side and fell onto his back. His face looked its absolute reddest.

“Your face is red, Captain,” observed Izzy, “and we haven’t even done anything severe yet. You need to call it quits or something?”

“Well, no,” Stede admitted, “I’m actually fine. That was just so unexpectedly coordinated and sudden and intense. It was actually quite-”

“Do you want us to keep going?” Edward pressed, cutting him off.

“That would be splendid, thank you.”

“Arms out, then,” Izzy ordered. Stede obeyed. “And take it with pride,” he added. He leaned over and pinned Stede’s wrist with one of his own, putting plenty of weight on it. Edward mirrored him, and with Stede pinned beneath them both they started again.

Stede immediately closed his eyes and threw his head all the way back. Edward and Izzy paused at the thudding sound it made with the floor, but a sharply giggled okay from Stede had them resuming as quickly as the thud had dissipated. He laughed and strained his arms, but they would not budge from beneath those of his comrades.

“Damn ihihihit!” he squealed, “this is a mohohost unusual position to beheheehe in!”

“Mine too, be sure,” sighed Lucius. Izzy paid him no attention, but Edward looked up at him and cocked his gaze. Lowing his tone, Lucius spoke to Edward directly. “I’m just gonna,” he trailed off, shaking an open-palmed hand in the direction of the nearby stairs and shrinking his posture. With an ugly, forced smile he stepped over Stede and made himself gone, perhaps about to go tell someone what he saw. Perhaps not.

Edward turned back to Stede, who didn’t seem to notice the presence of his scribe. His eyes were still shut with a stupidly giddy smile spread across his entire face. Stede was really having a time with his two ticklers. Edward took his hands away for a moment. With his left hand, he caressed Stede’s cheek. Stede opened his eyes and looked at him.

“You’re doing so good right now,” Edward scruffed. Stede smiled.

“I think he can manage a little better for longer,” Izzy insinuated. Stede’s smile turned to fear, to panic, to arousal, and back to a bigger smile, a bead of sweat making its way down the side of his face.

“Only if he’s up to it.” Edward was firm.

“Please,” said Stede. His voice was soft and whiny, as if there was no thought in the world worse than having to leave his ticklish predicament behind.

“See? He wants us to push him to be good, isn’t that right, boy?” Izzy cooed.

“Yes! Goodness, Izzy, fuck!” Stede sputtered. He couldn’t manage much more than that, instead grimacing silently as if to invite the tickling to resume.

Edward immediately started up again. He kept one hand on Stede’s adorable face. This time firmer, as if to keep his gaze fixed on Izzy. His other hand started to explore Stede’s stomach with a walking tap, probing a minefield of spots and watching Stede’s face. He walked his hand higher and higher with his arm until he was almost to Stede’s chest, where he saw an inviting twitch in Stede’s neck. He stopped his hand there and rotated it slightly, pinching at about that height along Stede’s side.

Stede thrashed in place as Edward did so, and he screamed. He screamed as if there was no thought in the world worse than staying in his ticklish predicament. But a signal in the back of his mind forced him to pause and realize he liked it. He only cried out for the torment to continue.

Izzy kept his hands in Stede’s armpits. He had a lot of fun with lighter techniques while Edward did his thing with his sides. Stede managed to stay still enough to keep his arms most of the way outstretched on his own. Izzy drummed his fingers up and down the soft, taut patches of skin, occasionally stopping to blow on Stede’s neck or scratch the exposed piece of his shoulder with his beard. 

“Thahahahat’s a little fohohorward of you,” suggested Stede as Izzy’s beard and breath lingered longer and longer there as the minutes snowballed by.

“Nonsense, Captain, I’m on a mission with this little game,” deflected Izzy. Stede just kept on laughing, but Izzy finally convinced him to open his eyes. Immediate eye contact. “There you are, boy. How do you feel?”

“Nehehevahar bett-ter!” struggled Stede, maintaining eye contact but blinking rapidly at the flood of sensation as Izzy changed his technique to mirror Edward’s death spot squeezes on the other side.

“Tell me how you really feel. Don’t hold yourself back,” Izzy commanded.

“Ehehehed,” laughed Stede.

“Hmmn?” Edward growled with a moderately horny squint back at the captain.

“I’m feheeling quihihite aroused,” reported Stede matter-of-factly, save for the peals of ticklish laughter trying their best to interrupt him. Edward leaned in and kissed Stede, letting go with his tickling hand and straddling Stede more fully.

His leg came to rest on Izzy’s hand, which his old first mate quickly retracted. Stede seemed to quickly shake a relaxation through his body, but hesitated before lowering his shoulders. Izzy wondered whether it was some kind of signal or not.

“Uh, Captain, you need something there?” Izzy asked shyly.

Edward’s mouth stole whatever reply Stede seemed to have no mind to attempt to formulate. They kept kissing there. It was clear their love was just as passionate as it had ever been. Izzy started to understand why these two had done the things they had done to themselves for one another. He wondered if he should start applauding their milestones and loosen up around the ship. He started to get the sense that the tickling scene was over, even if he figured he failed to make his larger point.

“Guess I’ll leave you lovebirds to it, then. I’m not ready to get that involved with a couple of pervert freaks that outrank me.” Izzy paused, trying to find more words. “Well, the captain and his kitten,” he clarified. “You’re cute with that bell, Edward,” he said under his breath, rolling his eyes a bit. With that, he started to walk away, back to his usual place. He traversed some stairs and a couple of corners. He was almost there.

Turning another corner, Izzy felt he was finally far enough away. He stopped for a moment to listen for nearby speech or footsteps. He sat and faced the ocean by himself, solitary in the position where Edward found him earlier in the day. And he let his guard down. Nobody had to know the effect his little torture scene had on him, and so he decided to let it show just a bit. The experience he just created for himself, it wasn’t another laceration of blackness across his wizened heart. It was pure and fun and joyful and a little arousing. 

He took a deep breath in through his nose, and he let it out through a big smile. A picture of Edward straddling Stede formed in his head. He rotated the picture before turning on time, inserting himself in the fantasy image and joining Edward, adding two more hands to the fray. In his mind, he smiled at Edward and Stede there. In reality, he sat there smiling at the ocean. The sun was sinking, and his heart was calm.

[devourable]

your first time • yanderes x reader, part one

nsfw, minors and ageless dni ;; smut (duh), virgin top x bottom gn reader, various kinks that will be tagged per character.

ft. abraham (yandere church boy), sterling (yandere prodigy), gene (yandere hacker), tobias and sebastian (yandere best friends), and mykolas (yandere monster)

this part will just be the guys (excluding the delinquents)! i wanted to put most of my polyamorous groups as well as the girls and enbies in part two. decided last minute to change it a bit and make it sort of ambiguous as to if the reader is a virgin or not. regardless!

thanks again for 2k 🫶

the church boy — abraham atkins ;; dacryphilia, elements of sizeplay, mentions of religion

abraham thought his first time would be well into the future, after he’d gotten married at his church and whisked off to start his own family like his father before him. it was just a part of life to him, not something to really care about or look forward to; but it was supposed to happen that way. but abe… he just couldn’t resist you!

he knew he shouldve stopped you the moment you had found yourself on his lap, pinning him to his bed after what was supposed to be an sleepover had gone completely off course. and he should’ve stopped you when you got your tongue in his mouth, grinded on him, getting him hard for practically the first time in his life. he should’ve stopped things before they went too far — but he couldn’t stop you. or himself, after he started to clumsily hump you back, his hands finding and delicately groping your ass in an attempt to figure out how he could fit against you best. abe has such an innocent hunger about him, he so desperately wants more — more what, exactly? he doesn't really know. you definitely end up having to take lead because he wholeheartedly doesn't know what he's doing.

but once you coax him out of his nerves and a bit of trial and error (he absolutely wouldn't have fit in you dry; and even after you taught him how to work you open and got his dick wet enough, it was still a tight fit!), you finally, finally get him inside you. and abe, poor abe didn't even know what hit him. despite the tears tumbling down his face purely from how good you felt around him, despite the deep rooted guilt of committing such a sin with the one he loved clawing at his chest, he couldn’t help how brutally he ended up fucking you. he’d pour out all of his pent up desire into you in one night, fucking you through climax after climax till you were seeing stars too.

the prodigy — sterling cygnus ;; overstimulation, risky(ish) setting/exhibitionism

it must all be a game to you, his feelings and this weird dynamic in your relationship. even when the two of you actually start dating (…sorta), he still had it in his head that you were just trying to fuck with him. what other reason could there be to explain how he felt aside from it being your fault?

it was when the two of you were in his dorm that he actually decided to push your boundaries, see what you would let him do before your ‘facade’ finally cracked. but you didn’t stop him when he pinned you against your bed, or when he started kissing you, or when the kiss transformed into an unintentionally heated makeout session. it wasn’t until you had started to pull off your shirt and palm at him through his pants that he started to think that you might’ve actually wanted him.

sterling didn’t really know how it went so far, but he stopped caring when the absolute carnal need to just feel you took over his brain. you must’ve assumed that he didn’t know how to make you feel good because he’s inexperienced, right? no? well, he doesn’t believe you. and to ensure you do, you’re not getting out of that dorm until he’s made you cum on him again, and again, and again. you’d have to think he’s playing with you at some point with how often he switches between fucking you and fingering you — he insists on making you cum both ways as many times as you can handle. he’s rattling the walls and got you sobbing his name so loud that no doubt the entire dorm can hear you (the walls were never that thick to begin with anyway). he relishes in not only knowing he’s completely claimed you, but now all of your colleagues will know too. he doesn’t care how much of a mess he’s making with your insides or how much of him spills out of you, nor does he care if you’re exhausted and sore from the waist down. you’re not done until he’s done with you — and being the overachiever he is, who knows when that’ll be? he’d hate to leave you thinking he’s anything but your number one.

the hacker — gene eliades ;; a lil dubcon-y, filming w/o reader’s knowledge

gene had waited for you to make a move on him first, he really did. he even tried enticing you in his own way, always sitting with his legs open so you could see the very clear outline of his dick through his pants, sitting you on his lap when he was working and keeping a hand on your body at all times. he’d kiss you, tell you how crazy you drove him, anything to give you an idea of what he wanted. but you never took that extra step and it left him wondering if it was because you were toying with him or if you really were that dense. either way, he had had enough, and after one particular day where the need burning in the pit of his stomach just wouldn’t go away, he decided that he wouldn’t wait anymore.

when you tried to slip off of his leg to do something, his arm curled around your waist and pulled you square into his lap, making sure you felt every inch of his erection against your ass. you were so irresponsible, constantly getting him riled up and never doing anything about it. did you even like him at all? regardless of your answer he was already sliding his hands under your clothes, groping your chest with one and working your bottoms down with the other.

it was unceremonious, the way gene bent you over his desk and buried himself up to the hilt in you before you could even voice any potential protests. but the feeling of him hitting all the right spots in you made your mind go blank, unable to do anything but moan his name every time he pulled you back against him. god, he loved hearing the way you whimpered for him, feeling you stretch around him when he fucked you just a bit too hard, the way your hips fit so nicely in his hands.

it was a good thing you were too fucked out to notice the little light next to his webcam aimed down at you. you wouldn’t mind if you did, he assumed — there was nothing wrong with wanting to remember this moment later, was there?

the boys next door — tobias & sebastian ;; double penetration, threesome

the pair had fantasized about losing their virginity to you years before it actually happened. the amount of times they’d gotten each other off with your name falling from their lips was too many to count, but god knows it just wasn’t enough for the two. but they never acted on those feelings, not until they had planned out the day to ensure it would be perfect.

you did find it a bit suspicious that the first time you were all free for the weekend at the same time was on the night that toby’s parents went out for an unplanned vacation, but you easily overlooked it when the pair offered you a sleepover (for old time’s sake!), bribed with promises of your favorite snacks and whatever movies you wanted to watch. you were sandwiched between the two in your best friend’s room, oh so aware of the growing tension but unsure where it was leading to — but then toby suddenly asked to kiss you. and what you assumed would be a playful peck ended with you pinned to the bed with tobias holding your wrists while sebastian made himself comfortable between your legs.

they really like you, and they know you like them too — you wanna be their first, don’t you? be their special someone? that’s what toby’s asking between kisses while seb’s lifting your shirt and sliding a hand down the front of your pants. it wasn’t until you finally gave them the permission they’d waited so long for that the pair allowed themself to really get the night started.

toby was the first to break you in while seb held you in his lap. it was a shame the pair didn’t think to record the moment… the face you made when toby fucked into you was so cute! and the noise you made when seb slid under you to try and squeeze into you alongside toby would play in their minds over and over again. they might’ve pushed you a bit too hard, stretching you well beyond your limit without even letting you catch your breath. they just couldn’t resist! you were clamping down on them, sucking them both in like you didn’t wanna let them go. it felt so good to make you cum.

the two were still up long after you had passed out, ogling your ruined state with an undeniable urge to fuck you up even more. they saw it like a badge of honor, proof that you’d always be theirs. the two would let you rest for the time being, but don’t worry — they still had an entire weekend with you ahead, and they didn’t plan on letting you step foot outside that house till their time was up.

the beast — mykolas ;; teratophilia (duh), size difference, outercourse/thighfucking

mykolas really, really didn’t want to hurt you. he was well aware of how big he was, especially compared to you — if you got hurt because he couldn’t control himself, he wouldn’t know what to do!

all of those thoughts were completely disregarded when he started rutting, though. the poor monster couldn’t think straight with his hormones running amok, and you being you — so soft, so small, so vulnerable, it was like you were designed to torture him through the season. you’d very quickly catch on to what was happening to your monstrous partner, considering you’d often be woken up by him grinding up against your back or stomach in a desperate bid to try and relieve the borderline painfully throbbing cock that was bothering him more and more these days. and though he’d never make his needs known vocally, you could just tell — that sad, pleading look he’d give you every time you looked at his pitiful form was just begging you to take care of him.

you knew for certain that you couldn’t just fuck him in his current state. his cock practically matched the length of your torso! and with how reckless his hormones were making him, the possibility of him ‘accidentally’ making you take more than you could handle was too high, even if you did try to take control. so to work around this problem, you opted to get a bit creative with your methods.

mykolas didn’t quite understand what was going on at first when you bent over in front of him, pants pulled down to your knees. but when you guided him between your legs and clamped your thighs around his length, you could tell the switch in his brain had flipped and he completely allowed instinct to take over. you had no clue just how good it’d feel when mykolas’s hard, wet cock rutted against you relentlessly until he was gripping your waist and pulling you against him, fucking your thighs like you were his living fleshlight. but fuck, the way he managed to slide against every sensitive spot he had access to despite his carnal state was nearly driving you insane. and mykolas delighted in the way you clawed at the ground and mewled for him, your voice so pretty when you stammered out his name. it didn’t take long for either of you to cum at that rate.

despite the mess mykolas made of your thighs and stomach, though, he wouldn’t let you get off him. he’d been pent up for so long, repressing his desire to mate with you, he couldn’t just stop there! so he went again, and again, humping you in any position he could think of, pinning you down, thoroughly wrecking you as best as he could. you were gonna be in for a rough mating season now that mykie knew how to relieve himself with you — but you didn’t mind, he assumed. you were the one that showed him how to feel better, after all.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Hi DJ! If you’re still doing the ficlet requests, can I get 24 (cuddles of reassurance) with Wolffe? Maybe fem!reader is having a hard time with sex and feels embarrassed/overwhelmed? (If that’s too explicit/uncomy feel free to ignore :))

Just a Little Bit More

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, Alli! I’ve actually been wanting to write a fic like this for a while. I feel like so much of the smut we see in fanfiction AND in published fiction/media in general is so idealized that even when it has elements of realism, it can present a distorted idea of what sex and intimacy can really be like. I’m certainly guilty of writing somewhat idealized smut, though I do try to maintain at least some semblance of realism (unless Sev is involved; all bets are off with that man). While there’s nothing wrong with having that fantasy, I think it’s healthy and important to also show the reality that it isn’t always easy or flawless, even with a caring, experienced partner who takes our pleasure seriously and does everything “right.”

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader (Fem; has hair)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.3K of straight smut with some cuddles

Warnings and tags: cuddles; hurt comfort; language; SMUT; oral sex; PIV; nipple play; light/playful spanking; body worship; sex toys; fingering; exhibitionism; voyeurism; creampie; difficulty with orgasm. AKA, the return of SMUTKEA.

Summary: Wolffe is the best you’ve ever had. That doesn’t mean it’s always perfect.

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This fic smells like: Fruit de La Créativité by Grès (raspberry & leather)

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Wolffe gazed up into your eyes as you rolled your hips slowly, searching for the perfect angle. You knew you could find it: you’d done it before, countless times. His strong, warm hands glided up your thighs to your hips, pulling you closer, thrusting deeper, guiding you closer and closer to your pleasure. You could feel it building inside you, the tension gathering slowly.

Too slowly.

He smoothed one hand up your side, grazing along your rib cage until he cupped your breast, circling your nipple with his thumb. He knew exactly how much pressure you liked, and the way he touched you was perfect.

God, he’s so hot. Just focus on how hot he is.

Sweat glistened on your skin. The room hadn’t been this hot when he’d pulled you into bed, but after an hour and a half of vigorous activity, you were both slick with perspiration, saliva, arousal, and lube. He’d mapped your body with kisses, gliding his lips and tongue across your skin as he devoured you, bringing you right to the edge until you begged him to fuck you. 

You’d wrapped your legs around his waist as he eased into you, a tormented groan rumbling from his lips as he felt your heat envelope him. Gods, he felt amazing, and when he started to move, you knew it would only be a matter of minutes before you came. 

It took longer than you expected, and after a while, you realized something needed to change. 

“Take me from behind,” you’d murmured, knowing how much he loved the way your ass pressed into his hips in that position.

“God, yes,” he’d replied, pulling out and rolling you over with enthusiasm.

You loved the way he handled you in bed. He was so fucking strong. He could toss you around so easily—it was hot as hell, but the best thing about it was the care he took to make sure you were comfortable and he didn’t accidentally hurt you. He lifted your hips up and positioned you exactly the way he wanted you. You heard a small click as he closed the bottle of lube, and then you felt his slickened fingers glide over your cunt as he ensured you were ready to take him from the new angle.

“Maker, that ass is gorgeous,” he said, squeezing your cheeks before giving you a playful smack. 

Your mischievous giggle turned into a breathless moan as he sank into you, reaching deeper, stretching you wider, as his hand slid down your body to tease your clit. You loved the way he touched you, the way he caged you in with his body, making you feel incredibly safe and protected. And of course, you loved his cock. He knew exactly how to use it to ensure he gave you as much pleasure as he took—or more.

And still, your orgasm remained tantalizingly just out of reach. He shifted, and for a moment, his body rested heavily on you before he resumed his rhythm.

He’s getting tired. Fuck. Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up. I need to give him a break.

“Want me to be on top?” you offered, hoping that yet another angle would be the one that finally pushed you past whatever mental block was keeping you from your release.

He paused, his hands resting on your hips. “Is that what you want?”

“Sure,” you replied. “If you do?”

He trailed his fingers down your spine before slowly withdrawing from your body. You turned to watch as he rolled onto his back and kicked the blankets off the bed. He reached for you with that sexy smirk that you loved so much, and you knew without question that he still wanted you.

He’s such a good man. Gods, he deserves the world.

“Hop on, darlin’,” he invited.

You crawled toward him with a smile, pausing a moment to kneel between his thighs. You traced your fingertips up his legs and over his balls, then ghosted a line up the underside of his cock. You glanced up to see his eyes fixed on you with an intense expression. Holding his gaze, you dropped lower and flicked your tongue over his tip, then slid his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue over him. You could taste yourself on his skin—salty, tangy, unspeakably erotic. His hips flexed beneath you, and you heard his breath grow ragged.

He caressed your head gently, stroking his hand over your hair and jaw before coming to rest on your shoulders.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” he said quietly. “Come up here.”

You gave him one last defiant, flirtatious little suck before you released him, then you began to crawl up to him, kissing a trail up his abdomen and chest. You straddled his hips, kissing and licking your way up his throat, and as you reached his lips, you whispered, “You taste like pussy.”

“Then I must be delicious,” he murmured, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck and pulling you into a passionate kiss.

His tongue slid into your mouth as his cock thrust into your cunt, and for a moment you were overwhelmed with the sensations of him filling you. A fresh wave of arousal had flooded you as you’d pleasured him with your mouth, and he slipped into you easily, rocking into you with his powerful thighs. You braced your fists against the mattress on either side of his head, pressing down to meet his thrusts as you rode him hard and fast, chasing your pleasure with a desperation that started to border on frantic as release continued to elude you.

“Gonna make you come so hard,” he whispered. “And then I’m gonna fill you up. You feel so goddamn good. Can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.”

I’m trying, damn it!

“You feel incredible,” you replied breathlessly, and it was true, so why was this so kriffing difficult?

Your hips were starting to get sore from how long you’d been at it, so you shifted positions, bringing your knees higher and setting a slower pace to try to buy yourself enough time that you’d have the energy to make it to the finish line. Wolffe adjusted instantly, not even needing a verbal cue to understand the message your body sent. You found the angle that pressed his cock against the perfect place inside you, and you focused on trying to get as much stimulation there as you possibly could, cutting out all extraneous movement.

The longer it took, the more anxious and desperate you became. You tried to shut down the voice in your head that whispered, “He’s getting bored,” because you knew it was a lie. All you had to do was look into his beautiful, mismatched eyes to see how much he wanted you. And you were so close. So fucking close, if you could just get out of your own head long enough to let go.

You traced your fingertips across his cheekbone and along his jaw, grazing your thumb across his lips. You pressed gently, parting his lips to brush your thumb against his tongue, and then you leaned down and kissed him deeply, trying to lose yourself in the sensation of his lips and tongue against your own.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as you broke from the kiss and returned your hand to brace against the mattress. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Please stop talking. You couldn’t say it out loud; what kind of an asshole says something like that in response to a compliment?

“You’re so sexy,” you whispered instead. “You’re amazing at this.”

It was true; he was amazing. Unquestionably the best you’d ever had. In the time you’d been together, he’d learned your body completely, identifying every spot that made you shiver, testing different approaches until he knew exactly how and where you liked to be touched, kissed, caressed. He knew where to use his teeth, and where to use his breath; he knew when you wanted him to be tender, and when you craved roughness. 

He knew you.

He knew you better than anyone ever had, and that made your current predicament even more maddening. Because sometimes it was easy. Sometimes you came so fast that your orgasm surprised both of you. But most of the time, it took more work. A lot more. And sometimes, like this one, you would get so close to the edge that you were only seconds away, only to feel the wave of pleasure ebb and be replaced with frustration and exhaustion.

Please, please, please. Just a little bit more.

Your wrists ached. Your knuckles were raw from grinding them into the sheets. You shifted your weight and lifted one hand off the mattress, stretching your fingers and trying to get the blood flowing to them. He glanced at your hand, then back up into your eyes.

“What can I do?” he asked softly.

“Just… keep going,” you said desperately. “I’m so close—I’m so fucking close, and I just can’t—I can’t—”

Abrupt tears stung your eyes, and you buried your face against his neck to hide them, kissing his chest to try to distract him from your distress.

He wrapped his arms around your body, still rocking into you at the pace you’d set. “Do you want to take a break?”

“No, I want you to come,” you snapped, disappointment sharpening your tone more than you intended.

He stilled immediately. You felt his hand slide up your back to stroke your hair softly.

“Hey,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head. “Look at me.”

You shook your head and burrowed your face obstinately into the nook where his neck met his shoulder.

“Talk to me, little one,” he urged. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

The dam cracked and then burst. 

“I’m so fucking tired,” you sobbed. “And I can tell you’re getting tired, and I just want it to be good for you, and every time I think I’m getting there, I lose it!”

Mortification swept through you that you were making a scene during such an intimate moment, and you tried to stifle your sobs, but it was too late. You felt him go soft inside you, and then he slipped from your body.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”

His arms tightened around you, and he rolled the both of you onto your sides, pulling you close against his body. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

Holding you tightly with one arm, he began to run his hand lightly over your back, comforting you with his touch as he kissed your forehead.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” he repeated. “You just got tired. It’s all right, love. It happens.”

“It’s so frustrating,” you confessed. “So many times, I thought I was there, and then something would distract me, and it was just gone.”

“Was it something I did?” he asked.

“No, of course not. It was just… I don’t know. A noise? Or a weird thought that popped into my head at a bad time?” You paused, feeling a little guilty as you remembered that, in fact, you had gotten annoyed at an ill-timed remark from him. “And then the longer it took, the more it stressed me out about how long it was taking, until I was stressing so much about it that that’s all I could think about.”

He moved his hand to your shoulder and began to glide it up and down your arm in long, languid strokes. “Why were you worried about taking too long?”

You paused, unaccountably hesitant to admit the truth. He waited patiently, still caressing your arm, until at last you replied, “I was worried you were getting tired. Or bored. Or—I don’t know…”

His hand stilled in its progress, then slid around your back as he pulled you even closer to him. “I would never get bored with you.”

“But—”

“I love you,” he cut you off firmly. “I love being with you. I love fuckin’ you. You’re gorgeous, and sexy, and kriffin’ amazing in the sack. Do you have any idea how lucky I am? Most men only dream of finding a girl like you, but I got you for real. How the hell would I ever be stupid enough to get bored with someone as goddamn perfect as you?”

You didn’t know what to say. You lay in his arms, clinging tightly to him as the tears finally stopped trickling from your eyes. You shuddered quietly.

“Yeah?” you asked in a tiny whisper.

He rolled you onto your back and moved to lie on top of you so he could look into your eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied.

You swallowed. “I love you, too, you know.”

“I know,” he said with a charming smirk.

He pressed his lips to your sternum as his hand slid lazily up your body to play with your breast. The weight of his body pressed you down into the soft mattress as you cradled his chest between your thighs. You took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, releasing the guilt and stress and self-recrimination you’d built up in your body.

He kissed you again, and again, then he began to work his way across your chest until he drew your nipple into his mouth, brushing his tongue over your skin as he sucked gently, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You felt a spark of renewed arousal, but with it came a surge of anxiety that rose insistently in your mind.

“Wolffe,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can. I really am exhausted.”

He looked up at you as he continued to tease your breast. At last, he released your nipple from his lips, giving you a devilish smile.

“What if we tried something else?”

You couldn’t help the way your lips curved into an answering smile when he looked at you like that. “What did you have in mind?”

He pushed himself up off of you and leaned over to rummage through your nightstand until he retrieved a vibrator—the one you’d once jokingly called “Old Faithful” for its uncanny ability to get you off like clockwork.

“I want you to fuck yourself with this,” he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly pitch. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

Your breath stuttered to a halt, your eyes widening and your heart beginning to pound at the idea. Your gaze flicked from the toy to his eyes and back again.

“Wh—what about you?” you stammered.

“Don’t you worry about me,” he replied. He switched on the vibrator and traced it down your abdomen, making you twitch as its buzz tickled your skin. “Will you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, taking the toy from him. “How do you want me?”

“Whatever way works best for you.”

You thought about trying to pose for him, to put on a show, but you knew instinctively that wasn’t what he was after. If he’d wanted to watch a counterfeit, staged orgasm, he would have just found a holoporn. No. He wanted the real thing. He wanted to see your genuine pleasure.

“All right,” you whispered.

You took the toy from him, and he moved off of your body to lie next to you, observing you closely. You adjusted the settings to your preferred speed and pattern, then took a deep breath and began.

The instant you touched the vibrator to your clit, your entire body tensed, and you gasped quietly. You glanced at Wolffe and found his gaze riveted to your pussy, his one good pupil dilated so wide you could barely see the amber ring of his iris around its inky depths. You felt a little self-conscious until you saw the way his lips parted slightly as his breath became heavy. 

You pushed yourself back into the pillow and closed your eyes as you adjusted the angle of the toy, pressing it exactly as you needed it. With your free hand, you began to play with your breast, caressing and squeezing and rolling your nipple between your fingertips. You felt the warmth of his hand as it settled onto your leg and then slid up your thigh. Your opposite leg curled up to brace your foot against the bed, opening your stance wider as you moved the vibrator exactly the way you needed it.

“Fuck,” he rasped hoarsely, and you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. His fingers grazed lightly over your pussy, but quickly withdrew.

“You can touch me,” you gasped.

He didn’t move immediately, and you continued to work yourself closer and closer to your orgasm, feeling the tension gather in your body and begin to tighten in on your center. Then his fingertips brushed over your cunt again, and you felt his lips and tongue descend on your hip. He didn’t try to take control, just touched you softly, kissing and licking and watching as you played with yourself. 

You adjusted your position again, bringing your leg against his body, and you felt his slick, rigid cock press hard against you. You whimpered, so turned on you couldn’t even form words, and in response, he ground his erection against you. He kissed across your pelvis until he reached your belly, pressing his face into you.

“I’m so close,” you panted.

“Kriff, me too,” he growled.

His fingertip grazed into you, and your body jerked as you gasped sharply. He froze, and without thinking, you moved your hand away from your breast to grab his wrist and push him deeper. With an urgent grunt, he began to move his finger, stroking exactly where he knew you needed him.

Abruptly, your hips arched off the bed, and you let out an inhuman wail. If your brain had been functioning, you might have also heard Wolffe’s rough groan, but at the moment, you were aware of nothing but blinding, shattering pleasure as your body finally found the release it had been denied for so many hours. You jerked the vibrator away as the intensity suddenly became too much, and your body convulsed again and again until at last you collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent.

Wolffe covered you with frantic kisses, crawling up your body until he reached your face. His body hovered over you as his tongue brushed between your lips and flooded your mouth with his taste. Your arms wrapped around his torso as your legs tightened around his hips, and you pulled him into you. His cock slid easily, and he thrust hard and fast, fucking you through the last tremors of your orgasm.

He came within seconds, flooding you with heat as he thrust hard, one last time, burying his cock as deep as he could inside your body. He stayed there, his entire body taut, until at last he exhaled a hard breath and relaxed onto you. His lips broke away from yours, and he rested his forehead against the pillow next to your head.

“Fuck,” he panted, the word hot against your ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

You stroked your hands up and down his back, digging your nails lightly into his skin. He groaned and slumped heavily against your body. You loved the weight of him on top of you, but before long, you began to wheeze quietly as you struggled to draw breath. He heard the shift and immediately rolled off of you, pulling you against himself as he came to rest on the bed.

“Thank you,” you whispered as you pressed your lips to his chest.

He laughed quietly. “Thank you. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” 

“Worth the wait?” you asked.

“Worth everything,” he murmured, drawing you even closer. “Everything, and more. You always have been.”

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[seineko]

al haitham x (shy, nerdy and introverted) reader

warnings: explicit content, yandere elements, implied noncon exhibitionism, high key self indulgent, wrote this with the urge to touch grass

al haitham brainrot at 7 in the evening cause my head refuses to think of anything else (except diluc, he's a constant in my mind and heart <3)

i've read it somewhere on tumblr; (yandere) al haitham with a shy, nerdy and introverted reader. while the fluff made my heart melt, i can't stop thinking about the other end of the spectrum. (please let me know if you find that post).

minors do not interact!

al haitham, who finally gets frustrated of seeing the way everyone treats you and slowly starts slipping near you whenever he can, sending actual glares to everyone who dares approach you.

al haitham, who slowly starts asking you for help with his work when he notices you starting to panic a bit when no one approaches you for help anymore.

al haitham, the one who never concentrated on his surroundings when he was immersed into a book, now can't think of anything other than how your lips look wrapped around the tip of a pencil when you try to concentrate.

al haitham, who finally gives into his own urges to push the strand of hair that has been disturbing you since a few minutes, behind your ear, freezing as he notices you stiffen.

al haitham, who somewhat regrets blurting out his confession (in the most monotonous voice possible by a human being) the second you run out of the library. the regret that turns into pure exhilaration the next day, when you approach him with the request to give you some time.

al haitham, who waits months before getting an affirmative reply, taking it as his cue to kiss you on your lips - waiting to do it since the day his eyes landed on the pencil that was stuck between them.

al haitham, who finally gets to be the only one to taste your tea and witness your small, adorable smiles whenever you receive a compliment.

al haitham, who refuses to let you get up from his lap even if all the seats beside you are empty.

al haitham, whose hands start to wander once you get comfortable with his touch. they reach the most obscure places one can imagine, while his head too turns into a huge gutter.

al haitham, who is addicted to kissing with you on top of him, locking your hands behind your back with one of his own, while the other caresses your (chubby) cheek.

al haitham, who absolutely loves to take you on the corner of your shelf in the library, whispering assurances in your ear that no one is watching, even when he knows that someone is.

mostly just al haitham, who treats you like the most valuable book in a collection of rare ones.

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[kierahn]

yandere prince x butler m reader

TO DEFY HIM. [ y ! prince x m ! butler reader ]

yandere! prince x butler! male reader

[ nsfw, minors dni. ]

warnings:

noncon elements

blackmailing/threatening

exhibitionism

slight gore

general yandere behaviour

DEAD DOVE ELEMENTS (in very big and bold letters. please proceed w/ this warning in mind.)

request here.

i'm not sure if anon wanted nsfw or not, but i decided to include it anyways. sorry if you didn't want any nsfw with your request anon.

× your family had continuously served the royal family for generations which meant that you were fated to do the same someday. you met the young prince back when you were still in training. he was three years younger than you which made you view him as if he was your younger brother.

× he had always been the timid one out of all the other princes which made him the black sheep of the royal family. he was barely given any attention from his own family and the servants. it was a pitiful sight watching everyone neglect him simply because he refused to speak up like the rest of his brothers.

× so you decided to step in. you became a source of light for him; like the light found at the end of a dark tunnel, a breath of fresh air. you made him feel seen for once.

× as you two grew together, so did the young prince's obssession towards you. you were eventually assigned (at his request) to be his personal butler at the age of sixteen. his main rule ? never leave his side.

× at first, you disregarded the obvious hints of his growing obssession, claiming that it would eventually fade once he meets more people. he was only thirteen that time, you figured that he needed time to adjust with other people.

× however, this theory of yours was disproven when he turned 21. his obssession with you only grew with time and more rules were implemented over your head. it had gotten to the point where you started to feel both isolated and suffocated.

× you were restricted from talking to the other servants, restricted from sleeping in a different bedroom other than his own, restricted to say no to his orders, and many more. he was basically molding you into his ideal, obedient puppet.

× but then he drew the last straw when he decided to restrict you from contacting your family. that was when you finally decided to cut ties with him, unconcsiously snapping and raising your voice at the young prince.

× "you dare raise your voice against me ?" caine's dark eyes turned cold. you turned on your heel to storm out of the room after hearing his indifferent reply, frustration clouding your judgement. you seem to have forgotten that this was the prince you were taking out your anger on.

× before you could step out of the room, your path was blocked by two knights entering the room with your parents held captive in their grip. you stared at your parents with wide eyes before snapping your angered gaze towards caine for some sort of explanation. however, your anger subsided as soon as you saw the look on the prince's face, realizing that you were now treading on eggshells.

× it was a clear threat. no words needed.

× "your highness, please–" you frantically pleaded. caine had ordered you to willingly give yourself up and to pledge your loyalty to him in exchange for your parent's safety. as expected, you agreed to his conditions with little to no hesitation, desperate to keep your parents alive and unharmed.

× "they don't need to be here ! send them away– hng.. hah ~" caine ignored your words as he worked his way through your uniform, slipping off your vest and unbuttoning your blouse with haste. he attacked your neck with kisses, his other hand trailing through your bare skin, eliciting soft whimpers from you.

× the guards stood by the door, keeping your parents still and forcing them to watch the scene as ordered by caine. he wanted to make a point; wanted them to watch him take you, their beloved son.

× you continued to beg for caine to send your parents away before continuing, even as he stuck his finger inside your hole, you cried out for him not to do it in front of your parents. you could only look away in shame as you felt their stares on you and the prince, holding your arms over your tear-filled eyes as the pleasure eventually settled in after he was three fingers in.

× you felt guilty, knowing the fact that you got hard at the thought of being watched as you were pounded into roughly by the prince. you couldn't do anything but apologize repeatedly. ".. nhg.. a, am– sorr..y ! hng~ m..om, da..d." you sounded so broken as your moans and sobs mixed together to form a sweet sound.

× caine leaned in to capture your lips into a heated kiss as he thrusts himself deeper into you, not stopping a single second. the sounds of skin slapping against each other, your muffled moans, and your parents' sobs were the only sounds that filled the room.

× out of rage for putting you in such a humiliating situation, you made the mistake of harshly biting down on caine's tongue when he tried to slip it inside your mouth, making the prince stop his movements and pull away from you with a bleeding tongue. he sent you a harsh glare, his hand shooting out to grab a fistful of your hair.

× "are you testing my temper, y/n ?" he hissed angrily, blood dripping down his chin from the bite. "perhaps you want to be punished." he says lowly, a slight growl in his voice before facing the guards that were holding your parents in place. his eyes glowered towards your father's look of terror. "cut off the father's tongue, and do it slowly." he ordered coldly, emphasizing the last word.

× your eyes widened as soon as you hear your father's scream, realizing that you've made the mistake of defying the prince. you tried to push caine off of you, struggling under him as you yelled out towards the guard that carried out the order. "NO !! Stop, dad — PLEASE STOP IT !!"

× you were pushed back down to lay on your back, your wrists pinned above your head. caine resumed to drive his cock into you, with more force this time. your sobs and moans filled the room along with your father's scream and your mother's pleads for the guards to stop.

× you felt a knot form in your lower abdomen, indicating that you were close. after a few more thrusts, you both reached your climax at the same time. your chest rose up and down rapidly, trying to catch your breath. you cast your hazy gaze towards your parents after you felt caine pull himself out from inside of you, his load slowly trickling down your thigh. the last thing you saw was the guards releasing your parents from their hold, your mother rushing over to your father's side as he held onto his bleeding mouth.

× your chin was gently moved to face the prince who hovered above you which snapped you back to your senses, his gaze soft; a contrast to his cold-hearted actions. "remember this moment, or else i'll have to remind you again about what happens when you try to leave me."

[lirational]

Eleven thirsts,

Hmmm I’d imagine alpha!Eleven to be quite possessive of her omega as well as partake in exhibitionism

Like imagine she’s fucking you during a stream, not only showing you off to everyone but also showing everyone that you are hers and that she alone can only bring you this pure sexual bliss

I’d also like to think she’s the clingy aftercare type. Cuddling and kissing you after you two finish a couple rounds of love making

Very cute in my opinion

(Unbeta’d) smut under the cut. Minors DNI!

Disclaimer that I am only halfway through the event, sorry!

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Eleven has a cock (obviously), knotting.

It was like the barrier between your thoughts and your lips were demolished, each thrust of Eleven’s cock causing you to shudder and grip the edges of the table tighter, tighter until you swore you could feel something shatter beneath your fingers.

She savored each sharp intake of breath, each gasp as you felt her thrust hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you, each whisper of her name, and each plea torn between wanting her to stop or to continue, her teasing remarks adding fuel to the fire as she answered the questions from people who were calling her. It was late at night, making it almost all too easy to convince anyone that there was really nothing else going on, as Eleven answered their questions with her usual friendly demeanor. She was fully in her element, a contrast to you, where each slow thrust were a battle to keep your voice down and hopefully not make a fool of yourself—

A press on the bulge on your lower belly obliterated your thoughts, as you let out a loud, unmistakable moan, shattering all semblance of dignity you managed to scrounge up.

“There is no need to be nervous, you’re already singing for everyone here, right?” She whispered, each word from her sinful tongue intensifying the scent of camellia in the air, clinging onto your senses to obscure everything else. Eleven was quick to tease the current caller when they asked what was going on, and yet, you cannot afford to feel bad for the clueless caller as they became flustered, stuttering an apology as they hung up the phone, the suddeness of it causing a couple of beeps.

“Well, it seems our caller ‘D’ here chose to not continue our call. Regardless, I wish them good luck in their romantic endeavors.”

There was a devious lilt to her voice as she gripped your hips tight, a low groan escaping her as she sheathed herself fully to the hilt.

“Oh, what is it? I should make a segment where I give advice? Thank you, I might consider it,”

Drool had escaped the corner of your lips, sweat dripping to the scripts she had set up as aid, yet she didn’t seem to mind, treating each thrust as a game, until not even her prowess could hide what was going on in the room.

Crimson lit up your cheeks at the thought.

“Oh, you like this, my little omega? Both of us teetering on the, aah, brink of discovery?” She whispered, her voice low. She was close, you could feel how her body tremble, how her cock twitches inside you as you both teeter closer to a satisfying release. “So insatiable, so good, and all mine, close and caged together with me~”

With the final word, she bit on the nape of your neck, bruising your skin as you felt her paint your insides with white, enough to fill you to the brim. Her release heralded your own, as you saw white not a few seconds later, creating a mess of stringy white on her dress, your voice practically telling everyone that you two were locked by the hip the whole time. Despite the challenge, Eleven didn’t even frown, as she stared at the mixture of your mess staining her clothes with eyes full of desire.

“You did so good, good girl, all for me,” she murmured onto your skin, tenderly kissing the dip of your shoulder in a gesture of pure affection. A quick farewell marked the end of her stream, then she pressed you against her shoulder, ruffling your head as she tells you to rest for now until she could pull herself out of you.

As you closed your eyes, she eyed where her cock were buried inside you, humming in satisfaction at the mixture of fluids.

Perhaps, both of you could take a warm bath later.

[finniestoncrane]

KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k giveaway commission: thank you sweet and precious @creepling for my first foray into a sex pollen style fic, and the perfect subject for it! waller has synthesised a replica of some brainiac serum that encourages procreation, and since george literally will take any excuse for a good root, he and reader are the test subjects 💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: sex pollen-esque, dubcon elements, overstimulation, breeding kink, exhibitionism

"Send her in."

"Ms Waller, have you really considered the ethical implications of-"

"Do you want to go in there?"

"N-no."

"Well then, send. Her. In."

Only three days since Hack had discovered documentation of a serum in Brainiac's logs that encouraged repetitive breeding amongst subjects, with successful procreation leading to the optimal genetic conditions being chosen from both parents for the offspring. And in that three days, Waller had gained permission from the government for ARGUS to implement a test of the synthesised serum.

They had so many more fights ahead of them, and she didn't consider herself to be working with the best team. However, she could at least admit that amidst all the negative traits, there were some positives. But the risk was still there, so she wasn't about to select the top for the experiment.

Which is why she had settled on George Harkness. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't feel bad losing him. And for his partner, a random inmate. No discernible talents, so to speak, at least not in a way that would be effective against meta humans or alien hoards. But someone who was of sound-ish mind and could offer a sense of stability to whatever George was offering.

That's where you came in.

All they had to do was mentioned a reduced sentence and you had agreed. Truthfully, when they had been explaining it to you in the medical checks, you had only focused on the concept of finally, after months of no physical contact, having sex, at last.

Something that your partner was equally excited about.

In the room beyond the door where you were being kept, George was standing against the wall, rutting into it, his stiff cock bashed against the surface in a bid to find any kind of friction. He'd been given the serum five minutes before, and the effects were almost instantaneous.

The serum had been injected into you moments before they led you down the corridor, so you were slightly behind him in terms of your side effects. That meant you were vaguely shocked when you were shoved into the room, the door locked behind you, and you found George humping the air as he turned to you.

"Hello, Sheila! What's a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this then?"

His grin was wide, pushing into his cheeks, the creases in his face deep as he winked and narrowed his eyes. Usually, that kind of blatant, and poor, attempt at flirting would have put you off, but the serum had begun to work through you. That, and you had to admit that you definitely found him attractive.

George lifted his shirt off as he walked towards you, flexing his muscles and tensing them, showing off like a peacock. It was effective, as you felt your own stomach tighten, warmth spreading through your core as you took in the sight of him, fit, sturdy, oddly charming.

"Hot in here, ain't it, babe?"

As he took off his signature beanie, tossing it to the floor, he shook his hair out, the sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead falling onto the floor with the movement. Meeting him in the middle of the floor, you pressed your hands to his torso. A move that was far more forward than one you were likely to make under normal circumstances, but you were practically growling, desperate to feel his body, aching for him to be as close to you as possible. Your cunt clenched, longing for something to fill it, and George was right there, willing and eager.

"Fuck me."

"You not gonna ask me out to dinner first, babe?"

"I don't know how much time we have before the serum wears off... do you really want to risk it?"

He smiled wide, licking at his lips and waggling his tongue at you before putting it back in his mouth.

"Yeah, fair point well made, love. You know me, any excuse."

With complete abandon to any of your senses or social norms, you let your pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them and falling to the floor. Maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, you reached behind to spread yourself open for him.

"Where do you want it then, babe?"

You looked to him with a questioning gaze. From her position behind the two-way glass, Amanda rolled her eyes, unable to comprehend his stupidity.

"Oh right! The... the thing..."

Quickly, and with very little care for any foreplay, George ran a finger down your slit, spreading your slit over your cunt before he pushed his cock deep within your walls, beginning to fuck you at an energetic and frantic pace.

"Fuck me, babe... they'll have to get a team of men to pull me out of you."

"They're... not gonna... hng... pull you out, George... that's the point..."

His eyes widened as he realised, rutting into you more frantically at the excitement of cumming inside of you, painting your insides, his seed there for a purpose.

"Oh, yeah! Well, I've already made one... might as well give it another go!"

As he neared his orgasm, his words became cruder, alluding to the act in a way that was so lewd you could feel yourself getting wetter and warmer with each statement.

"... fill you up... get it right up there in you... no chance you're leaving here empty... tied to me always, eh?"

With what you could only describe as a howl, you felt his body tense and shudder, one last final, deep thrust into you as you were filled with his warm, thick seed.

He kept rutting, a sticky mess against his abdomen and your rear, coating his dick, your slick and his cum combined as he kept pushing himself forward. His cock was softening, but he refused to move from you, and only when you collapsed onto your stomach was his length released.

George's cum was still spilling out of you, so much of it even after he had spent an extra minute pumping it deep inside of you, ensuring that you would definitely be in receipt of his significant contributions towards Waller's future line of controllable, successful squad members.

And as you felt yourself finding the energy to ask for a second round, you turned to find George still rutting, his hips jerking into the air, clearly ready to go again, too.

[onsunnyside]

³.⍭ 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 (𝟏/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | ghostface!ex-boyfriend!Ari Levinson x airhead/dumb!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | soft DARK/DARK themes and elements, obsessed/controlling!Ari, possessive/obsessive behaviour, dumb!reader, size difference: 6’10!Ari, manhandling, DD/LG undertones, stalking (implied), alcohol, drugs (weed, edibles). SMUT - minors DNI, fingering (f), daddy kink, size kink, exhibitionism, dirty talk, dacryphilia, degradation, dumbification, p*ssy slapping, squirting.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.55K

𝗔/𝗡 | welcome to my first kinktober fic ever !! i’m very excited for you all to meet mr obsessive ex ari, after all, he was just thot of last week. As always, all mistakes are my own and i hope you all enjoy !! 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | ˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Hey, I heard you were going to the Halloween party tonight… I just wanted to say have fun and be safe. You know how Drysdale’s parties can be—”

“You unblocked him?” 

You jump, dropping your phone to the floor. At the doorway is your best friend, Wanda, with a black hat atop her soft auburn hair. She crosses her arms with a deep scowl, “Well? Are you going to explain yourself?”

You shrink under her harsh glare and nervously tug at the fur hem of your dress, “I got curious.” 

She stomps towards you, embodying the grumpy, grouchy witch she’s dressed as. With a swift motion, she grabs your phone off the ground and tucks it into her purse. “Do not drunk text or call your ex.” She commands as if scolding a child. “You aren’t crawling back to that dickhead, even if I have to babysit you tonight.” 

That was how plenty of people talked to you. Like you didn’t understand the simplest things and needed everything spelled out and demonstrated. 

And, you won’t lie—sometimes that demeaning exchange was what you needed, but other times it just made you feel stupid. 

This wasn’t the first time one of your friends has treated you this way, hell, you don’t remember when they treated you any other way. Ever since your breakup, they’ve kept you on a tight leash, snooping through your phone, keeping tabs on your whereabouts, and even passing you around like a baby who couldn’t take care of themself. 

The breakup was their idea—an ultimatum, more like it, “it’s us or him. We take care of you, and he—he treats you like a pet or a fucking baby.” 

You chose your closest friends over the guy who made your heart swell bigger than the moon. Even now, you still feel the ache in your chest, the gutting loss of someone you once loved and someone who made you happy. 

You’re happier now, that’s what Natasha told you every day. You’re happier without him. 

“I won’t!” You vow and reach for her bag, but she quickly steps away. “Wanda, please! I can hold my phone!” 

“No, because now I know I can’t trust you when you’re sober!” She snaps, “It’s been what? A month?” 

You wince at her volume, “Five weeks—almost six.” 

She groans in frustration, “Ugh, c’mon! He was always breathing down your neck and he never let you go out with us unless he was there. How could we have proper fun with a scary giant like him?”

Ari was on the rugby team, a D1 player, whatever that meant, you assumed it meant he was one of the best. He was tall and brawny, just over 6’10” with broad shoulders and a thick chest that nearly burst through all his button-ups. His firm arms were bigger than your head and his hand dwarfed yours. He used to wrap his bicep around your neck and tug you into him to kiss your cheeks—one of his love languages was touch. And his thighs, you mourned all the times you napped on his lap, rubbing your cheek into the coarse hair of his muscular flesh. 

He was so much bigger than most people on campus. His impenetrable presence towered over them. Oftentimes he’d manhandle you or carry you around. You thought it was cute when he had to duck through doorways sometimes. 

The first time he ever came to your dorm room, he didn’t even try to climb to your bed on the upper bunk. 

“You know, if we start dating, you’ll have to do some remodelling.” He smirked and tugged you to the edge of the mattress by your ankle, “Don’t you want me in your bed too, bunny?”

After a week of begging your roommate to rearrange the room, you both came to a compromise. Now, you were on the bottom bunk and she moved to the top. 

“You could sit here now!” You presented your clean, made bed with your dozens of stuffies all neatly sitting atop the coral covers. “Watch your head but just in case, I put a little cushion too.” 

Ari was popular and well-liked, he came from a good, wealthy family who hosted charity auctions and funded the college. His reputation was spotless, he was one of the top students, and he had many friends and admirers. If you two went out to dinner, it was guaranteed that someone would strike up a conversation. You didn’t care, you loved hearing Ari’s voice. 

You also loved when he introduced you as his girlfriend, always kissing your hand after saying your name in that creamy voice of his. 

“He isn’t scary… just intimidating.” You shyly countered, twiddling your fingers, “And he was there because I get nervous without him.”

“That’s exactly what we mean. You have to be your own person. Exist without needing someone to tell you what to do! Being so dependent on someone, much less some asshole like him, isn’t good for you.”

But Ari always knew what was good for you. 

You were never the brightest star, always fumbling and forgetful, ditzy and daydreaming every second of the day. Your grades not only proved how easily you got distracted but also your lack of drive and self-discipline. 

All your life you’ve flounced and fleeted, lived your days so blissfully ignorant to anything beyond the surface. That cluelessness made you vulnerable to any monster to sink their teeth into. It painted a self-portrait of your untouched, innocent soul, coloured like white chiffon. 

“I didn’t mind…” 

“You didn’t notice.” She corrects. “But he did. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he liked that you were—” stupid, it goes unsaid, “—oblivious. It made you easy, hun. That’s why he so effortlessly controlled you.” 

Your friends could try as they might, but it will never change the fact that Ari made you feel safe, secure and loved. And without him, you’re lying back on that heap of sticky disarray without a hint of how to take care of yourself. 

“We’re trying to protect you, don’t you understand that?” Wanda coaxes, tilting your chin up with her knuckle. The corners of her red lips turn down to a frown, “We care about you, we want what’s best for you and you know that Ari is far from that.” She wipes your cheek, and only then do you notice you’re crying. 

You heard the first breakup was the hardest, but you never expected it to be like this. You’re lost and alone. Abandoned in the middle of a bustling city, it was blinding, overcrowded and so loud that you had to cover your eyes and ears just for relief. You’re overwhelmed and disorientated, nothing made sense, no matter how hard you try to decipher it. 

There was no direction without him. 

You roughly wipe your nose and meet your reflection. Aside from the fresh tears and glossy pout, your skin glistened from the glitter on your eyelids and cheekbones—bunnies aren’t shimmery, Maria said, but you thought it was cute anyway. And you loved sparkles, that’s why Ari got you so much jewelry. 

Jewelry that your friends got rid of. You grieve for the gold ‘A’ initial charm, either sitting in the city dump or in a hidden box that you’ll never find. They’re all gone, just like his hoodies and sweatpants, and your beloved Hazel, the softest stuffie you’ve ever owned. You miss his weighted body covered in beige fur, floppy ears and lifeless but sweet eyes. 

“I had to reward you for doing so well on that test.” That was a stretch, you got a ‘C+’ but that was better than the ‘D-’ you got last time. Ari beamed proudly when you buried your nose in the stuffie, cutely kicking your feet in happiness. “You take care of him, bunny, he’s our little baby, okay?”

Ari pampered you, took you on dates and walked you to class every day. You thought he treated you like a princess, not a pet. 

Ari wasn’t that bad. To you, he was never bad. 

Wanda fixes your bunny ears and rubs your shoulders, a pitiful smile on her face. “C’mon, let’s fix your makeup before we go.” 

“So, he treated you like a pet?” One of your friends asked. 

“…He just made sure I was well taken care of.”

“Didn’t he just plop you in front of the television while he did his own thing?” 

Yes, although his academic talents seemed natural, Ari was very serious about school and would spend hours at his desk, studying or perfecting assignments. Sometimes he even did your homework, “Dummy bunny, you just sit there while I take care of this, okay?”

You vaguely recall the times he would tell you to not make a peep until he spoke first, just to keep your glossy lips shut until he addressed you. To you, it was being respectful of his quiet time and letting him set boundaries. Your friends thought it was toxic and controlling.

“You’re a human being, not his pretty little pet to do whatever he says.”

The mansion is packed when you and your friends arrive fashionably late. The bunch of you are clad in costumes ranging from a bright red devil to a dead cheerleader to a dark and mysterious witch. Unfortunately, you stuck out like a sore thumb with your egg-filled basket, sheer dress, and white fluffy ears and matching tail. You were the only one not in classic Halloween attire. 

You’re grateful Natasha suggested fake eggs instead of real ones. Although you wanted the joy of painting real Easter eggs, you’ve already dropped a few on the way to the party. You dreaded the mess and smell if they were real instead of just empty plastic. 

You suppose they were right, you didn’t think things through all the time. 

The whole property is decked out, from the jack o'lanterns on the porch and the ‘Enter If You Dare’ sign in the front yard. Inside the big house, strobe lights flashed across the room in red, blue and green, colouring the other guests in neon shades. The walls were covered in bat and spider decals, little white ghosts hung from the banisters, and fake spider webs occupied the ceiling corners. 

It doesn’t take long for your friends to get the night started. After getting drinks from a frat boy dressed as an ice cream man, the group of you migrated to the energetic dance floor in the basement. 

The music was louder and the lights were brighter, blinding you every time they found your eyes. As the colour sparks across the walls, inescapable memories flash through your brain. 

The last time you were at a party, it was to celebrate another win by the rugby team and being the girlfriend of their best player, you had to dress for the role. You squeezed into your old cheer uniform and cheekily stitched each letter of ‘LEVINSON’ on the back. Oh, Ari loved when you wore his name. If he could, he’d have you clad in his jersey every damn day.  

This wasn’t a party hosted by his fraternity, your friends made sure of that, but a few of his friends were in attendance. You’ve caught glimpses of their tall and burly figures but didn’t dare to say hello. It would be too awkward. 

What if he’s here too? 

One by one, your friends disappear and you're left in the middle of the dance floor with your basket half empty. The eggs were going to be impossible to find, so you didn’t try. After weaving through the sweaty, grinding bodies, you returned to the less packed kitchen. 

With your ears still pounding, you squint at the bottles, reading each name and smelling a few. Eventually, you give up and dumbly mix whatever looks good. Judging books by their covers never got you far, but it got you something, and you wanted to have fun tonight. Party, dance, get drunk and have fun.

A shadow appears next to you, crowding you against the counter with its mass and height. When you turn around, a radiant smile explodes on your face. “Hey, Brian!”

“It’s Bryce.” The light-haired man corrects with a quirk of his lips. “Forget me already?”

Your eyes widen, “Oops, sorry! No, how could I forget the world’s best lab partner?” You set aside your cup and hug him tightly, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

“I just got here, I had to pick up some brownies that Jensen made.” He nods to the spread of snacks and punch. Like the rest of the house, the table was Halloween-themed with eyeball cake pops, blood-red punch, and the cutest spooky cupcakes. The surface was also decorated with old lanterns, fake candles and skulls. “You want to try?”

You shy away. The last time you tried Jensen’s brownies, you jumped Ari’s bones right in front of his friends, the baker himself included! You hadn’t felt like that before, that needy, desperate and wet. 

To this day, you’re still haunted by the memories of Ari slipping his hand up your tiny skirt and getting you off with just a few fingers. With his friends packed into the frat house living room, their eyes drawn to the sports game on the television, either ignoring or not noticing your quiet whimpers and the dull motions under the blanket on your lap. 

“Dumb little bunny, are you gonna come in front of daddy’s friends?” He whispers against your ear, locking you tightly in his lap and stuffing your soppy core with two thick fingers, “I want you to make a stupid mess in your pretty panties, cream yourself like a pathetic baby so daddy could clean you up later.”  

You shake your head, grasping his wrist under the blanket. 

Ari cruelly takes that as a sign to speed up his pumps, rubbing your swollen clit with the heel of his palm. Your wetness smears down your slit, soaking your skimpy thong and the cushion of the couch. Between the pauses of the sports game, you can hear the horrifying sticky sounds from between your trembling thighs. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, bunny? Daddy’s just helping you out. Poor girl gets all wet with just a lil weed.” 

You can still taste the chocolatey goodness. How shameful was it that you’d have another if he asked?

He kicks your legs apart and gets rougher, making you fall back onto his chest with a gasp, “Think I can fit another, baby? Or is your tight pussy still too little for me?” 

“T-Too small, daddy—not gonna fit.” You shakily reply, knowing all too well how he has to force himself into your tight walls. The thought of his girth stuffing your core has a wave of arousal pooling around his thrusting fingers, and your stomach tightening. 

He groans lowly, “Mhm, but you want me to try. Dumb little whore loves being filled to the brim, huh?” His ring finger slides alongside the other two, stretching your weepy hole as a burning sensation flows through you. “You love when I just pin you down and force you to take it. My bunny fuckin’ loves being used.” His bicep keeps you against his warm, muscled body, only reminding you how trapped you are, entirely helpless and vulnerable to his sinful actions. 

He was right, you loved it. 

A choked whine escapes your sealed lips, miraculously not catching the attention of the other guys. Your hips grind against his hand, practically riding his fingers as you topple over. You slap a hand over your mouth, silencing your moan as your juices spurt from your pussy. 

“Good girl, that’s it, use daddy’s fingers.” He spears into you relentlessly, hitting that rough patch with his long fingers and rubbing your clit with his palm. The lewd noises grow in volume, he doesn’t give a shit if his friends notice—he wants them to. He wants them to know you’re his and only his. “Cream yourself, ya little dummy. Make a mess in front of all my friends—let ‘em know what a filthy slut you are for daddy.” 

Your orgasm rushes down your leg, soaking his pants and the material of your leg warmers, and adds to the disgraceful puddle on the floor. Tears stream down your hot cheeks and your mind goes blank, drool dripping from your chin dumbly. Ari pulls away with a mean pinch to your clit and you spasm in his hold, uneven breaths shaking your frame. 

He growls and slaps your cunt, unable to resist rubbing your puffy button. “Fuck, I should’ve had you try those brownies earlier, could’ve gave this greedy little cunt what it needs.” 

It was safe to say if you wanted a brownie, you wouldn’t spend the night alone. 

“I don’t know… It isn’t even midnight yet.”

“C’mon! It’s a new recipe, similar to his usual stuff but not as strong. You’ll be fine, sweetheart.” Bryce tugs you to the table with a firm grip on your hand. “I’ll get you a piece, do you like corners or middles?”

You don’t want to tell him about the problem from the last time. Who knows what he’d think of you? 

Those worries didn’t only stem from embarrassment, but you grew up in a household where the topic of sex was forbidden. Everything you learnt was from your past boyfriends, mainly Ari since he was your first serious relationship. Openness about the subject was still difficult, regardless of the escapades you and your ex have shared.

“If you have one, I’ll have one too.” Bryce urges, tilting his head like a puppy. “That way neither of us will be alone. Does that seem like a fair bargain, m’lady?” He bows. 

Your gaze drops to his thin white shirt, hanging on by two bottom buttons and tucked into the thick belt of his jeans. Sweat glistens on his pale, taut skin, highlighting the dips of his abs. Your grip on the Easter basket tightens as your eyes follow the trail of hair from his chest to his belly button. 

Bryce takes advantage of your glazed expression and holds a square to your mouth, cooing softly, “Open up, little bunny.” You make a confused sound and he uses that opportunity to feed you the brownie and tilt your chin, making you take a big chunk of the laced treat. “There we go, a nice big bite for me.” 

He’s so close you can count every freckle on his clean-shaven face. Bryce has always been pretty, but with his hair slightly longer and a gold crown atop his head, he’s even prettier. 

“So well behaved. Does it taste good?”

You nod wordlessly, not realizing he’s feeding you the rest of the brownie until he turns back to the tray. The rich, chocolate flavour spreads along your tastebuds, it’s gooey and moist, almost making you forget about the other ingredient. 

Bryce pops a whole square into his mouth and chews slowly. “Mhm, way better than his last batch.” He washes it down with a sip from a childishly cute monster-themed solo cup. “We should wait a bit before having more.” 

“I’ve never had more than one.”

“Then you’re in for a night, bunny.” He flashes a charming smile, all too fitting for his costume. “You’ve got some chocolate, let me get it for you.” He pinches your chin between his fingers and licks his other thumb, then delicately wipes the corner of your lips, as a mother would to a child. The single action brings warmth to your cheeks that only grows hotter when Bryce sucks the same digit into his mouth, his white teeth digging into his knuckle. “Always such a messy girl, I remember how stained your lab coat was just after the first semester.” 

“That class was so hard—I don’t think I learnt a thing!” 

Of course you didn’t, what could fit in your head other than air?

He doesn’t say that obviously, but he knows it’s true. Everyone on campus knew you were just a ditzy, clueless airhead with an irresistibly sweet personality. Nothing up there but you were plenty to look at with all your sundresses, mini skirts and those fucking tight shirts that you never wore a bra underneath. 

You didn’t even know you were collecting people’s hearts like trading cards. 

“You look great!” He says instead, reaching out to touch your soft ears. “Give me a spin, sweetheart.” 

You giggle and twirl around, showing off your puffy tail and almost tripping over yourself. “Thanks! My friends thought being the Easter bunny was dumb, but I’ve had this nightie forever and wanted to finally wear it—that’s why it’s a little small.” You whisper, gesturing to your breasts. 

If you jumped too suddenly, they’d surely spill out and Bryce mmediately thinks of ways to make you hop like a real bunny. “It isn’t dumb, I think you’ve got the best costume here.” 

You preen under his praise, smiling so dumbly that you don’t notice his eyes locking on your exposed cleavage. Usually, you’re wearing some fresh hickeys or marks from your boyfriend, all while he wears you on his arm like a shiny bracelet. Levinson knew he had the hottest piece of ass on campus, and he made sure everyone knew you were claimed, like a damn slab of meat. 

Bryce hated him but he can’t be upset about that, because he’d treat you the same way. 

“I like yours too. You’re the first and only prince I’ve seen all night.” 

“Yeah? What’s your boyfriend dressed as?” He cuts to the chase, “I haven’t seen him yet, and you two are usually inseparable.” More like he never let you get more than three feet away. 

Your shoulders go slack and if your ears were real, they’d surely do the same. “oh, we broke up…”

Bryce blinks in surprise, caught off guard. A rush of glee fills his body, but he hides it with faux concern, “What? When?” Just like that, your eyes start watering again—and he can’t help but admire how pretty you look when you cry. “Did he break your heart, baby?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, swallowing the lump in your throat, “No, I-I dumped him.”

“Aw, I’m sorry.” He isn’t, not one bit. “Do you want to talk about it outside?” 

Ari is fucking seething. 

Boiling with rage to the point where steam nearly blows from his ears. Under his black hooded robe, his skin is set ablaze as he watches you stumble after the brunet. You’re facing down but his sharp gaze follows those white and pink ears.  

He glances at his phone, the delivered sign right under the various text messages sent to you all night. He was checking up on you, making sure you were okay and not getting into trouble. 

Just because you were broken up didn’t mean he could instantly stop caring about you—that’s what he told his friends who were still wondering why he was so hung up on you. 

“You could get any other girl, man.” Steve rubs his back, the locker room emptier now that most of the team had left. 

The rugby team won the game, no surprise there, but while the rest of the guys celebrate the victory, Ari can’t relax. He can barely sit still. The image of the empty seat of the very first row is burned on the inside of his eyelids, patronizing him. 

“But, none of them are her.” Curtis dramatically sighs from down the aisle, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. “What? You think just because she was your girl, that I can’t find her hot?”

“The decent thing to do would be to not say it out loud, asshole.” 

“Too bad it’s hard to forget a piece of ass like that.” Another unhelpful voice speaks up as a dripping wet brunet emerges from the showers, his long hair still soaked. “I can’t imagine what it’s like having her then losing her.”

“I didn’t lose her.” Ari huffs, tossing aside his phone so he didn’t have to look at the painful one-sided conversations. 

“Well, you had her and now you don’t.” Curtis deadpanned. “Sounds like losing her to me.” Bucky finishes with a snort. 

Steve, the only one with a heart, tells them to shut up. He hated seeing his childhood best friend so upset. “Have you tried going to her dorm?”

Every damn day. “She’s never there. Always out with her fuckin’ friends. Bunch of dumb sluts, all of them.” 

“Your precious bunny included?”

Ari rolls his eyes. “She’s got no brains anyway.” 

Bucky laughs, drying his hair with a towel. “You know, it wasn’t her choice. They all pushed her to dump you.” Oh, Ari knows that. 

“So technically, she isn’t to blame.” Steve agrees, he tucks his blond hair into a baseball cap. “I knew she wouldn’t make that decision by herself.” 

“‘cause she’s stupid?” Curtis smugly wonders, “Because we know that already.” 

“No, because she loved him.” 

Loved—that isn’t right. You still love him. You had to. You were his sweet girl, his dumb baby, his bunny. He couldn’t fathom you just being you. Someone entirely detached from him, free of his authority and influence. 

That kind of independence was high over your head and you’d never reach it no matter how hard you tried. You could climb skyscrapers or trees that kiss the clouds, but it’ll never be enough. You needed him to lift you up and get you there, and fill up your empty little head with a false sense of self-rule. 

You should be thankful for him and kiss the ground he walks on, not break his heart over text. 

You’d be nothing without him in the same way he was nothing without you.  

After you met him, your perceptions and ideas, desires and fears were no longer your own. He fixed the little puzzle in your head, he did all the thinking and decision-making since you clearly couldn’t do it by yourself. 

He was electric and charismatic, and you were pure and gullible. 

The itty bitty seedling in a field of mature, vibrant flowers. Everyone crowded over you, stealing the golden rays and fresh breeze—that was until Ari came along and tucked you into an ivory pot, and took you home. 

He gave you everything you needed and then some, always putting your well-being above his own. He watered you, raised you towards the sun and made you into his slice of heaven. He made it so you couldn’t grow and flourish without him. 

Then, you took his heart and stomped on it like a bug. 

“She’s just an airhead who does whatever people tell her.” Curtis affirms, “Ain’t nothing up there but pixie dust and cotton candy.” 

Ari can’t deny that. He knows all too well about your naive obedience to orders and your wide-eyed, credulous view of the world. You were always focusing on the bright side, always holding other people’s opinions above your own—that’s what made it so easy to drill the hunger for his acceptance into your head. 

Bucky hums, “If anything, you’ve got to get even with her friends. If they’re out of the picture, who do you think she’ll run back to?”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: hehe I think i'm in my sleazy daddy and airhead!reader era. i bet you aren't ready for ari fucking reader in mating press.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! see you on oct. 6 for part two !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Pet, Pup, Mutt.

preview. arlong park is loud and rowdy this evening. Things get turned up a notch when Arlong decides to show of his pet to the whole crew.

ft. Arlong x fem!reader

wc. 3k

W. NSFW MINORS DNI, monster fucking technically, exhibitionism n vouyerism, bdsm elements (arlong has you shackled, collared and gagged), teasing, humiliation, dry humping, fingering, mentions of squirting, mentions of dp, foreshadow of fucking.

an. Blame the live action one piece of this. I have not stopped thinking about Arlong. He’s so— his voice is so— 🫠 I have no excuses. Y’all are in for a ride with this one fr. I’m still dizzy over it. Reblogs, comments, and feedback would be greatly appreciated 🫶

“Full house.”

There’s a chorus of cheers, as well as a few grumbles and grunts from fishmen who regret their choices when betting on anyone other than Arlong himself. Berries are flicked onto the table one by one, and Arlong has a shit eating grin on his face as Kuroobi gathers the coins for him after a quick and subtle click of his tongue.

He would have done it himself, if anything, Arlong loved the cold feeling of berries against his smooth flesh, but his hands were occupied with your flesh instead.

One large palm smoothed over your back. Talons circling the back of your neck, following the path of your spine, all the way down to the curve of your rear where his webbed hands decided to rest a few moments, savoring the squish of the plump skin before repeating the motions again in reverse. It always made you tense a little, chest pressing into his own and making the shackles around your wrists clank and click a little as your fingers subtly squeezed the fabric of his shirt.

But you didn’t make a peep.

Couldn’t even if you wanted to. Arlong always kept his pretty pet muzzled at times like this. The silicon bone was a bit shiny with your spit, your teeth held snug against it making the corners of your lips a bit rosy. Instead, your head lulled a little closer towards the crook of his neck, the smooth and subtly slippery skin always making your skin feel just a tad damp.

“That’s what, three rounds? Let’s call it quits before I bleed you all dry.” Arlong croaks his words along with a chuckle, one that you feel rumble all the way down his chest and right up against your own.

It leaves goosebumps on your naked flesh, making something of a blush rise on your already flushed cheeks. Flushed from being in his lap, flushed from being chained, collared and muzzled, flushed from being naked in front of the crew of fishmen.

And yet, no one dared to look in your direction. Their gills would be ripped through cleanly by Arlongs saw before they even had a chance of getting so much of a peek of your body that Arlong kept on blatant display.

He liked showing off his belongings, but Arlong never shared.

“One more!”

“The nights young!”

“A couple more drinks too!”

Arlong couldn’t help but shake his head at his own crew’s rowdiness. It was collection night after all, and all the fishmen’s pockets were full and ready to be played with. When his palm reached your ass this time, he decided to squeeze hard. Hard enough that sharpened nails left crescents in their wake, your back arched in the slightest, and your breath stuttered on the way out of your nose.

“Alright alright. Kuroobi’s dealing. I need a drink.” And one was placed before him just like that. Finally, Arlong spared you a glance. All intentions to reprimand you in some way for letting that silly muffled sound escape you.

“Tch, runnin from me? Get back here, little girl.”

But he found you looking right back up at him. Eyes a bit glassy, lower lip wobbling just the gentlest bit over white silicon.

Arlong’s smile turned devilish, big enough that sharpened teeth back to his molars were revealed to you. It made you shiver over his lap, the muscles in your thighs twitching ever so slightly.

“Hm?” His voice was low, the subtle growl in his tone vibrating all the way down his chest. “What is it, pet? Why do you look at me with such eyes? Are you sad?”

There’s already mock sympathy in his voice, his free hand finally joining in on holding you. Large palms cup your ass cheeks, adjusting you with ease, having you straddle his lap instead of a single thigh. The chains clank as you’re moved, but you still gripped onto his shirt. You shake your head, eyes getting a bit more glassy as you try to focus.

But it’s hard when his hands are massaging your ass, pulling you closer into his lap before allowing your body to slouch.

Forwards, back, forwards, back.

Arlong knew exactly what you needed. He could tell from the moment he felt the heat of your bare pussy against his crotch. You were almost dripping already, surely leaving a dampened spot on his pants. He could tell from the moment he looked in your eyes and saw your desire, your *need* basically swimming there.

But, Arlong liked playing with his sweet, little human pet. So he raised a brow, playing curious as he continued to grind you in his lap.

“Answer my question, mutt. What’s the matter with you?”

Your lips twitched around the gag. You knew better than to make another peep, but the friction that started to form between your legs had your eyes fluttering, lashes feeling heavy as you continued to look at him. Curling your fingertips into his shirt you decided to move your hips in the rhythm he set, finally feeling your clit catch against his crotch.

It makes your breath hitch slightly.

And it makes Arlong laugh out loud.

His hands bring your movements to a halt, and all you can do is huff from out your nose, the little bit of pleasure leaving your body almost as quickly as it came. Normally his fishmen would be the first to laugh along with him, but this time they’re eerily quiet. It makes your cheeks flush a little, embarrassment burning over your skin, pin pricking with tingles as you remember exactly where you are.

“Hm. So you’re desperate. Is that it, pup? Can’t wait until a game of poker is over to fulfill your needs? Humans are such spoiled little creatures.”

“Men.” Arlong barks, and all the men around the table finally look back to him. Your back straightens, heart picking up in pace from behind your rib cage.

“The mutts all worked up.” Arlong smacks your ass, hard and swift, the sting making you jolt, biting down hard on the gag to keep your squeal locked in your throat. It’s only when Arlong clicks his tongue that all the fishmen finally acknowledge your presence.

In that same moment, Arlong moves you with ease. Before you can even really process it he switches your body, your back now pressed against his chest. Your arms are pulled over your head, the chain keeping the cuff together looped around the back of Arlong’s neck.

Keeping your arms up, keeping your chest exposed. Your eyes widen a bit in shock, a muffled squeal slipping past silicon. On instinct, you attempt to close your thighs, only to have Arlong’s palms pull them apart, goosebumps rising along your flesh as the cold air hits the dampened skin of your cunt.

“Who wants a little show, hm? Did you know that humans whine and whimper like animals when they’re experiencing pleasure?” There’s a chorus of murmurs along the fishmen, along with a few snarls and laughs that makes you start to tremble. You turn your face, cheek pressing into the familiar expanse of Arlong’s chest and you try to shake your head, give him a sign, anything—

“Be a good girl.” His voice comes in low and hot, breathed up in a growl against your earlobe. It makes your whole body freeze up, goosebumps forming along the expanse of your skin. “And sit pretty. You’ll do that for me won’t you, pet?”

This was cruel of him. Crueler than usual. He subjected you to a lot, but never like this. So exposed and under the eyes of all the fishmen on his crew. And despite that, his voice satiated something in your head. Your lashes lowered, dusted along flushed cheeks, and catching a glimpse of his piercing gaze that only ever softened for you, you nodded.

His praise came in the form of a large hand cupping your chin. His forefinger and thumb momentarily stroked your jaw, a silent but clear sign of his happiness with your obedience. Almost as soon as it came the gentleness was replaced when he jerked your head back forward, his underlying gruffness always shining through in the way that he laughed, in the way that he held your face forward towards the eyes of many hungry fishmen.

You trembled.

Arlong grinned. Grinned so large that his sharp teeth glistened under the neon lights of Arlong Park.

“You see, pups like her are easy.” He speaks to his men, right over your head as if you weren’t even in there. But his hands knew exactly where to touch and where to go. One large hand hooked under your thigh, and even though he knew he wouldn’t have an issue with your legs clamping shut, he couldn’t help but haul your leg up, exposing you even further. His other hand, to your absolute delight and absolute horror, finally touched your pussy.

But he spread it apart with two thick fingers. Your only relief was that his webbing covered the most desperate part of you, your clenching little hole. Fluttering hopeless just from his simple touch. There was a chorus of cheers, hollers, whistles even from men who glued their hungry stares to your blossomed flower, now pink and shiny and throbbing a bit. You couldn’t help the embarrassed whimpers anymore, they seemed to slip freely now, muffled under the gag. Your hands balled up into fists on either side of Arlong’s shoulders and your chest stuttered with your quickened breathing.

Humiliation wracked over your body, at being looked at like a piece of meat, which is exactly what you were to these men. But something else coiled up in your tummy, something that tickled at your clit the moment Arlong pressed the smooth pad of his thumb against the longing bud. Something else that made you a little limp, made your nerves a little less tense as you allowed yourself to ease back into a familiar chest, a familiar lap.

Arlong was cruel. But he was your owner after all.

“They’re so reactive, these little humans…” Arlong's voice was almost in a sigh, something dreamy, like when someone speaks of their favorite toy. His thumb starts to circle your clit finally and you huff, lashes fluttering and back arching just the slightest. “Any little thing and they let out noises like that. Or sometimes…”

Gentle caresses turned into a smack as his fingers came together and down onto your pussy. The first slap was to get a reaction out of you. A jolt, a jostle of chains, a squeak that despite the gag, comes out loud and clear. The dribbling of drool down your chin. The second slap was to get another chorus of growls from the fish men, this time it was sharper, pressure directed on your clit so your puffy pussy would flutter and squeeze around the air like it was begging to be stuffed.

“They sound like squealing pigs.” He said through a dark snicker, two fingers sliding into your hole before the fluttering could stop. You could feel his groan through your back, how it vibrated through your body. He pumped his fingers at a steady pace, the squelch of your cunt raising brows, causing tongues to swipe over sharp teeth.

“And despite how small they look…” He spoke with intent, as if he were teaching, as if he knew more. And he had his men hooked, eyes trained on the sight of your sweet pussy which they always wanted to stare at, but never got the permission or pleasure to do so.

Not until this moment.

“They can take so much.” A talon traced along your sweet spot and you quivered, hips twitching as a form of permission to roll into his palm. Another trace was your non verbal cue from him and you rolled your hips forward, grinding down into the palm of his hand to find your own pleasure.

“Look at that! She’s fuckin his hand!”

“A desperate mutt!”

“Humans are so pathetic!”

“Hmmm.” Arlong mused, the words of his fishmen making his grin grow larger. That, and the fact that with each insult that got thrown your way, your pussy would hug his fingers in a tight embrace. “My pup can take *both* of my cocks— it’s a tight fit, but I’ve trained her well.”

“Whore!” The sharp cheer cut through the antics like a knife. Arlong’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked the fishman in the eye. It got eerily silent, just the sounds of your arousal smearing over Arlong’s fingers as he stretched your cunt open. Although you knew by now that you couldn’t hide, you slunk back into Arlong’s embrace, something like a whimper of distaste being muffled into your gag. Arlong took notice and pet along your sweet spot, almost as he was soothing away whatever bad feelings the word seemed to leave you with.

“My whore.” Arlong corrected, the growl in his tone nothing short of feral. You didn’t know this specific fishmen by name, but you had a feeling you never would. In fact, you had a feeling you’d never see him again after this moment.

The tense moment faded away as Arlong picked up the pace of his fingers, even slipped in a third. Your slick started up bubble around his digits, hole stretching and accommodating for a tight fit that made your head spin in the best of ways. Your head fell back against his shoulder, mewls of delight slipping through silicon as you rolled your hips to match his quickening tempo. “And when they come, they make quite a mess…” That really had the crew excited once more, eyes lit up and cheers sounding Arlong on. It stroked his ego in the best of ways, making him growl in delight, teeth grazing at your pulse point before he murmured right up against the skin of your earlobe.

“Make it pretty, pet.” His fingers speed up even faster, the slick sound mixed with his low, gruff tone making your tummy tighten. Give ‘em a good show like the good girl you are.”

Although it’s muffled, Arlong knows without a shadow of a doubt that a “yes sir” is being spoken by you. Your obedience made his cocks twitch in delight, it had always been a trait of yours that he found so very pleasing, so very maddening at the same time. With your eyes squeezed shut, and Arlong’s booming laugh you come undone.

Your back arches, tears fall from your clumped lashes. Your thighs tremble with the impact of your orgasm and your pussy clenches so tightly around Arlong he’s convinced your walls take on their exact shape. And you squirt, of course. Droplets of arousal that coat his palm, your small amount of trimmed pubic hair, and your quivering inner thighs. There’s smears of it along Arlong’s cargo shorts and you fall slumped in his lap after a few moments, once the storm of your high dies down and you're left a bit boneless, shaky and breathing deeply through your nose to even your heartbeat.

The fishmen are cheering. Like this is the greatest show they’ve ever witness. Some even clap, some howl like animals. Others shamelessly adjust themselves, darlingly, and Kuroobi keeps a mental note of each one for his boss.

He knows better than to fantasize about his boss’s favorite toy.

It’s Arlong’s fingers slipping between the tight leather band of your gag that brings you back to reality, reminding you of the fact that you just had one of the best orgasms in your life in front of the entire crew. The silicon bone pops out from between your lips with one good tug and drool follows it as it falls to rest between your collar bones. Strings of spit glisten on your chin and your lips pulse at finally being free, but all you focus on is sucking in shaky, large inhales into your chest.

“Good little girl.” Over the laughter and excitement of his men, his words are saved for your ears only. He tips your head back, has your lips close to his own, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not in front of his men.

That’s something he saves just for you, in the privacy of your bedroom.

It makes your heart, along with your pussy flutter. Before you can get out a word, Arlong slips his fingers from you with a slick pop. With ease he moves your small body once more. This time your back is met with piles of cold berries, corners of playing cards dug against your spine and ass. The shackles clink against the wood of the table and before you can really process it Arlong has your thighs hooked over his shoulders, his crotch pushed up against your still trembling cunt and grinding into it harshly.

“Might as well show you all how well she takes a load.” He says it so casually, and his men roar in agreement, hungry growls of excitement echoing. And all you can do is blink up at Arlong lazily, the familiar feeling of one of his cock heads nuzzling up between your soaked lips.

He looks right back down at you, and despite the hunger there, the feral drive they shine to claim you in front of the crew, you know that he’s watching you in another way too. He’s watching you as an owner would their precious, precious pet. He smoothes a hand over your tummy, smearing your arousal left over there, as well as tracing along the bulge that his cocks are soon going to make.

“And you’re going to be good, aren’t you, little girl?”

Everyone already knew the answer, even you. Especially Arlong. Which is why he fucked two loads into you in front of the crew instead of one. He had to show them just how good you really were, right up to being fucked absolutely brainless.

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[cowboywithacunt]

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CONTENT WARNING ;

This blog is an 18+ only kink/nsfw blog. I'm going to be posting explicit text and images. Please be aware that some of my kinks may be triggering to others! A full list of my kinks and limits are under the cut.

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TAKEN ANON EMOJIS ;

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RULES BYF ;

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INFO ABOUT ME ;

🐎 I'm Harvey! 22, transgender (FtM), he/him, bisexual, country boy who's learned to embrace it as a thing people are into lol. Currently living on the west coast, originally from Georgia. I'm fat and hairy and masc, take it or leave it.

🐄 I'm strictly masc, have been on T for about 4 years, and I got top surgery done last summer. I don't have bottom surgery, and probably never will.

🐎 I'm happy to be a dom or sub for any and all genders! I enjoy both roles equally. Same goes for topping and bottoming. I'm about as versatile as a guy can get!

🐄 Asks and dms are open to anyone who's interested!

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KINKS, FETISHES, ETC ;

🐄 CNC; includes rape play, dubcon, somnophilia, intoxication, primal play, and kidnapping. All scenarios are in the context of consensual roleplay!

🐎 Humiliation and degradation; includes exhibitionism, voyeurism, some pet play elements, free use, and force fem/masc.

🐄 Monster fucking; werewolves, vampires, tentacles, you get the picture. May include non-human genitalia references.

🐎 BDSM; mostly pertains to bondage, but some light impact play might also be present. Nothing beyond spanking.

🐄 Overstimulation and understimulation; too many orgasms and not enough orgasms. Edging included in this.

🐎 Breeding; specifically in terms of big messy creampies and crazy wild sex, not pregnancy.

🐄 Misc; wilderness sex, cowboys/rednecks, putting city assholes in their place, T4T, bears, butches, sex toys, fighting for dominance, light gun/knife play, medical settings, older men/women, trans supremacy. Open to trying new things!

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LIMITS ;

🐎 Blood, gore, death, necrophilia.

🐄 Scat, watersports, emetophilia. Very light omorashi stuff is fine, but not preferred.

🐎 Detrans, misgendering.

🐄 Choking, beating.

🐎 Age play, age regression, DDLG, etc.

🐄 Race play; if someone wants to call me a stupid little white boy or something, that's fine, but anything even edging towards white supremacy isn't cool with me

🐎 It's okay if you're into the above things! I won't yuck somebody's yum. You can follow and interact. Just please don't send me asks or dms involving those kinks, and be aware that I may not follow back if you post a lot of one of these.

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🐎 Sir, mister, bitch, faggot, whore, slut, masc terms, sweetheart, darling

🐄 Dick, cock, t-dick, clit, cunt, pussy, chest, hole(s)

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TERMINOLOGY FOR ME I'M NOT OKAY WITH ;

🐎 Daddy, baby, puppy, fem terms

🐄 Tits, boobs, vagina, front hole

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If you're not sure about something, just ask! I don't bite!

[kaiisers]

GENSHIN IMPACT ꒰ nsfw misc ꒱

none of the works in this rec list belongs to me. all due credits go to the respective authors. contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked. note: does the pic contrast the content? yes, very much so. will i change it? no <3 he’s adorable <3

⿻ last updated: may. 31, ‘23

1 character, 1 kink. ──── albedo, ayato, diluc, gorou, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, venti, xiao, zhongli

cw. Sexual themes ahead, with every warning and kink name before the texts. Read at your own risk. Minors DNI.

3some. ──── itto, kaeya, diluc, zhongli

cw. f!reader. just descriptions of how the boys fuck during 3somes! anal fingering. creampies. undertones of dumbification. full nelson. prone bone. doggy. cowgirl. unprotected. drool.

and three’s a crowd. ──── Itto, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, Kaeya, Diluc, Sara.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Genshin impact characters x threesome

cw. F! Reader, praise, degradation, spanks, fxf, oral (m. & f. Receiving), tummy bulge bc big dicc itto, creampie, dacryphilia, full Nelson, possessiveness

after a long day. ──── kamisato, ragnvindr, alhaitham, kaedehara, albedo

cw. f!reader, cockwarming, riding, sucking alhaitham off in his office, grinding + riding!

all sticky! ── xiao, ayaka, childe (ajax), mona, tighnari, albedo── 3.6k words

cw. fem!reader, m^sturbating hcs.

baby fever. ──── kaeya, itto, xiao, thoma, ayato

cw. fluff, suggestive scenes, baby fever, breeding kink, pregnancy mention, mating press

boy, can we take off all our clothes? ──── diluc, kaeya, ayato, heizou

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ pervy roommate headcanons

cw. afab!reader with no set pronouns, everything is consensual, modern au!, reader is a tease (diluc), panty sniffing (diluc), masturbation (diluc), impact play (kaeya), creampie (kaeya, heizou), doggystyle (kaeya), brat!reader (ayato), fingering (ayato), toys (ayato), bondage (ayato), ahegao (ayato), humiliation (ayato and heizou), riding (heizou), implied blowjob (heizou), watching porn (heizou)

breeding! ──── itto, ayato, childe, gorou

cw. breeding, impregnation, mating press (itto), aphrodisiac (ayato), light bdsm(childe), heat cycles (gorou), knotting (gorou)

can’t hold back! ──── al haitham, itto, gorou, heizou

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ how they like to cum inside!

cw. afab reader ; breeding/creampies ; begging ; mentions of multiple creampies [itto] ; slight dumbification ; teasing ; minors dni!

casino harem au.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ After staying at the luxurious Golden Celeste Hotel in Vegas, you managed to capture the hearts of several man. This sinful city will keep you furtherly entertained.

cockwarming them. ──── zhongli, alhaitham

cw. established relationship, domesticity, cock warming (obvi), sub/dom undertones, unprotected sex, pet names, praise, fluff, long headcanons.

DCKZ.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you‘re their groupie, following them around and doing everything to please them.

cw. smut, DCKZ x reader rockstar AU

drunk (on you). ──── zhongli, diluc, ayato, kazuha, xiao, al haitham

cw. afab!reader, edging, orgasm denial, oral, overstimulation, masturbation, somnophilia (?)

dead of night. ──── diluc, itto, thoma, kaeya

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ when you're sleeping and they need you and how they remedy that situation

cw. 18+ mdni, f!reader, somnophilic elements, dubcon-ish, m masturbation, f receiving oral, dry humping, thigh fucking

favorite kink. ──── al-haitham : cyno : tighnari : kaveh : dottore : pantalone : capitano : scaramouche

cw. nsfw : throatfucking : breeding kink + pregnancy mentions : exhibitionism : aphrodisiacs : dumbification (calls you stupid & a mess) : size kink

family men. ──── ayato, thoma, zhongli, pantalone, diluc, childe, and alhaitham.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ they never thought they’d become family men, or even think about wanting their own children, until they spent all of those beautiful moments with you: completely in love.

cw. fem! reader, LOTS of soft sex and praise, unprotected sex, slight cervix fucking, breeding, mating press, talk of pregnancy (no actual children/babies depicted), lots of passion and lovey dovey themes.

from me, for you. ──── childe, alhaitham

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You love creating something special for them, it's your love language to say the least, it's the way you show love for them. But at some point, it seems like they stopped caring for the things you make, and in a moment where the stress was getting to them, they even said something so hurtful about your favorite thing to do for them.

cw. gn reader, Angst to Fluff, Hurt with Comfort, Crying, Childe coming home with blood covering him, Hurtful Comments

genshin hybrids. ──── diluc, itto, thoma, xiao, kaeya

cw. breeding, gn reader, hybrids, Itto and Kaeya kinda sub idk, word “pretty” gets used in Thoma’s blurb, dacryphilia w Xiao’s blurb

genshin men + threesomes. ──── cyno+tighnari, thoma+ayato, childe+zhongli

cw. f!reader, threesome, oral sex (m. + f. receiving(separate)), creampie, anal, double penetration

genshin men being desperate to have you. ──── kaeya, diluc, itto, childe, pantalone, dottore, zhongli

cw. nsfw, smut, making out, semi-public sex, grinding, coming in pants, clit stimulation, wall sex, blowjob, table sex, office sex, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, praise

genshin men reaction to you wanting them to finish inside you. ──── kaeya, diluc, itto, xiao, pantalone, dottore, zhongli

cw. nsfw, smut, creampie, breeding kink, begging, teasing, clit stimulation

going through rut when you’re not there. ── gorou, tighnari, itto ── 1.6k

cw. gender neutral reader; posessiveness; talk about animalistic features; talk of breeding; talk of overstimulation; semi-public

grind on me. ──── beidou, lisa, ningguang, yelan

cw. afab!gn!reader (pussy + cunt + clit are used to describe genitalia), implied dom/sub dynamics, further warnings included prior to each character’s section

guilty. ──── kaeya, gorou, ayato, thoma, diluc, zhongli, kazuha

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ guilty jacking off. they know they shouldn’t want you, but you’re just so easy to imagine when they’re feeling particularly lonely in their beds. if it’s just a little fantasising, what’s the harm - right?

cw. guilty jacking off, not sfw, afab reader implied (no pronouns). mentions of power dynamics (kaeya, diluc, thoma). breeding mention (gorou). double dick zhongli, as it should be.

how they fuck you dumb. ──── alhaitham, tighnari, cyno, childe, pantalone, diluc, kaeya

cw. f! reader, dumbification, brat taming (al haitham), praise, possessiveness (childe), oral (f. & m. receiving), subby tiggy, breeding, overstim, cockwarming (cyno), slight edging, blowjob (pantalone), dacryphilia

he turns pussy drunk. ──── ayato, diluc, kazuha, zhongli, childe, cyno

cw. fem! reader, cunnilingus, rough, fingering

i’ll fuckin’ digest you one kiss at a time! ──── itto, kaeya, childe, ayato, thoma

cw. afab! reader, size kink, pussydrunk itto & thoma, switch thoma, edging, exhibition, the rest r listed with the char names

interrupted make-out session. ──── Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli

cw. gn reader, VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.

I’m your favorite, right?

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you didn’t expect to wake up one day in a world that looked exactly like the silly game you play on your phone and laptop. You didn’t expect even pushing through the migraine, pulsating in your head that the eyes of your favorite character shined in delight looking at you. You couldn’t help relishing in that love…even if they truly loved the god they thought you of. 

one: tighnari, zhongli, childe, kaeya two: itto, diluc, scaramouche, ayato

cw. breeding their beloved god (yandere sagau!)

i left it wet for you. ──── ayato & thoma, pantalone & dottore, zhongli & childe, diluc & jean

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ genshin men and different kinds of threesomes.

cw. fem!reader, oral sex, fingering, slight objectification, praise kink, cuckolding, rough sex, squirting, degradation, hair pulling, double penetration (in one hole), spit play, blow job, cum play, pet names (ex. pet, cutie, darling, sweetheart)

imma let you be the boss of me. ──── heizou, albedo, diluc, ayato, childe

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ fucking you before your wedding

cw. afab!reader with no set pronouns, modern!au, bondage (heizou), use of handcuffs (heizou),cunniligus (heizou), gagging (heizou), mention of panties (heizou), medical kink (albedo), fingering (albedo), pussyjob (albedo), rough sex (diluc), spanking (diluc) doggystyle (diluc), mating press (diluc), creampie (diluc), cum eating (diluc), exhibitionism (ayato), toys (ayato), voyeurism (ayato), dilf! childe, lactation kink (childe), nipple play (childe), boobjob (childe), reader is pregnant (childe)

inappropriate affairs. ── albedo, diluc, kaeya, pierro, xiao ── 2.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Innapropriate places he likes to fuck you.

in college.

one: venti, kazuha and zhongli; college au, fingering, public sex, filming sextape

two: childe, scaramouche, albedo; afab!reader with no set pronouns, creampies, quickies, cockwarming, degradation, fingering, oral

three: xiao, thoma and gorou; afab! reader with no defined pronouns, cunnilingus, thigh riding, implied creampie

like it like that. ──── diluc, childe, scaramouche, kazuha, al haitham

cw. f!reader, how they like to have you, creampies, teasing, degradation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

look at me while I fuck you. ──── pantalone, ayato, dottore

cw. fem!reader, roleplay, lube play, BDSM, bondage, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, orgy, mirror fucking, dubcon, hypnosis, reader is a massive sub in this part

make me feel something new. ──── diluc, tighnari, pantalone, childe, zhongli

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ sex is a learning, even for genshin men

cw. fem!reader, fingering, overstimulation, oral sex, anal play, rimming, sex toys, clit play, just the tip, size kink, deepthroating, corruption kink, slight m|m, pet names (ex. sweetheart, cutie, darling)

mark my words. ──── scaramouche, childe, itto, kaeya

cw. afab!reader with no set pronouns, pretty used as a descriptor, words “cunt” “pussy” used, marking kink, possessive scaramouche, rough sex (childe), doggy style (childe), impact play (childe), cumshot (childe and Kaeya), creampie (itto), size kink (itto), monsterfucking adjacent (itto), piercings (itto), cumflation (itto), biting (itto),  cunnilingus (kaeya), fingering (kaeya)

morning sex. ── alhaitham, scaramouche, diluc, kazuha ── 2k

cw. fem! reader, unprotected sex + slight exhibitionism (alhaitham), praise kink + hand jobs (scaramouche), somnophilia + fingering + edging + clit slaps + begging (diluc), unprotected sex + overstimulation + praise kink + creampie (kazuha)

morning show. ─── diluc, childe, zhongli, ayato

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ your breast has fallen out of your tank top in your sleep and your husband sees hehe

cw. fem reader, reader has breasts, characters are your husband so established relationships, somno-ish (you get touched while you’re still sleeping), titty sucking/loving, groping, fluff, lots of petnames

mother’s day celebrations hc.

cw. fem reader, pregnancy, breeding, overstimulation (alhaitham) and knotting (gorou) below!

of lace and ribbons. ── kaedehara kazuha, xiao, venti, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, albedo, cyno, childe, kaeya alberich, alhaitham ── 1.3k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ lingerie shopping with them.

cw. fem! reader. very suggestive. nothing ex.plicit, but m.dni.

pleasure reading. ──── alhaitham, diluc, thoma, kazuha

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ they take an interest in the book you've been reading recently

cw. suggestive, mentions of erotic novels, gn!reader

puppygirls! ──── cyno, xiao, scaramouche

cw. Licking, grinding

pussydrunk! ── albedo, diluc, itto, tartaglia, thoma ── 4.2k

cw. afab!gn!reader (pussy + cunt + clit + cervix + labia are used to describe genitalia), overstimulation, oral sex (reader receiving), mild monsterfucking + facesitting (itto), impled subspace + mentions of a safeword / safe gesture (thoma), further content warnings included prior to each character’s section

put a ring on it. ──── zhongli, kaeya, ayato, diluc

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ fucking you before your wedding.

cw. afab!reader with no set pronouns, bath sex (zhongli), cockwarming (zhongli), exhibitionism (kaeya), modern au (kaeya), reader wearing lingerie (kaeya), gagging (kaeya), cunniligus (kaeya), fingering (kaeya), implied blowjob (kaeya), foodplay (ayato), nippleplay(ayato), titjob (ayato), semi-exhibitionism (ayato), consenual somnophilia (diluc), handjob (diluc), riding (diluc), impact play (diluc), marking (diluc), creampies (diluc)

r u still hungry? ──── cyno, diluc, ayato, zhongli, al-haitham

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ The next time he says “just the tip”, what do you do?

cw. afab!reader. dubcon. no petnames. unprotected. vaginal penetration + anal. use of the word pussy / cunt.

shy girls are just my type! ── thoma, ayato, childe, arlecchino ── 1.5k

cw. fem!sub!reader. established relationship, body worship, praise k!nk, ayato tries to fck moans out of you, mirror s^x with childe, strap-on (arlecchino c^ck yes), c^nnilingus, f!ngering

sweet! ──── albedo, scaramouche, cyno, heizou, xiao

cw. vulgar words, praise, fingering, teasing, pet names, riding, cursing, intimate sex, fem reader, degradation, dacryphilia, Impact play, orgasm control, etc.

stuck in the middle. ── childe, ayato, thoma, tighnari ── 2k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ You’re stuck between him and a hard place.

cw. semi-smutty

threesome. ──── xiao, albedo

cw. submissive tops

they wake up from a wet dream. ──── diluc, childe, itto, kazuha, xiao

cw. f!reader, somnophilia (off screen consent given), thigh jobs, you wake up, pussy jobs, pussy eating, dry

they walk in on you getting off. ──── scaramouche, al-haitham, kaeya, diluc, kazuha.

cw. reader, teasing, a little sprinkle of degradation, cunninglingus

the way you wrap around me is a prob. ──── scaramouche, alhaitham, tartaglia, kazuha, diluc

cw. f!reader, premature ejaculation, creampies, m!receiving oral, choking in childe’s [m!receiving], cunninglingus, sensitive alhaitham.

twenty four / seven. ──── alhaitham, zhongli, ayato, childe.

cw. fem!reader. times of the day they would most likely fuck you.

virginity loss. ──── itto, ayato, kazuha, zhongli

warming you up. ──── eula, yelan, ei, shenhe, ningguang, dehya, arlecchino, nilou

cw. nsfw, fem!reader, oral(fem! receiving), scissoring, fingering

when it’s all over, he searches for you. ── diluc, kaeya, zhongli ── 1.6k

cw. LIGHT SMUT , Archon War Spoilers (Zhongli)

you can call a friend! ──── alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, tighnari, itto, ayato, diluc, dottore, zhongli, childe

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ genshin impact threesome <3

cw. f! reader, threesome, degradation, praise, size kink, morax! zhongli & foul legacy! childe, prolly a bit ooc itto(?), the rest r listed with the char names

“you can take it”. ──── diluc, childe, al-haitham, zhongli, pantalone

[prolix-yuy]

The wheel has spoken: "Sit on the throne" and I mean... Oberyn probably invented that one, so.

You know, it does seem fitting. He does want to be on that iron throne so badly, after all.

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x OFC

Position: Sit on the Throne

Word Count: 945

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), fingering (f receiving), allusions to public sex, exhibitionism, cum tasting, slight noncon at the end.

Notes: This got very plot-y towards the end but it was a hell of a lot of fun when it came to me so it's staying! Heed the warnings that there's an element of noncon at the very end if that's not your thing.

The platter is heavy with fruit just under her nose, tempting her to steal a bite before delivering it to the Prince Oberyn’s chambers. Stomach grumbling, she contemplates if he’d even notice a piece missing. From the look of the platters removed, the room’s occupants rarely wanted for anything.

“Enter,” comes the drawling Dornish accent welcoming her into the ocher silks and nude bodies. It must be a quiet day, with only a handful of men and women indulging around the Prince’s lavish apartment. She scans the room for the man whose voice she’d heard both giving and receiving pleasure loudly in the halls ever since he arrived.

“Here,” he says, lazily motioning to a table within reach. She makes sure to sway her hips as she walks, gauzy fabrics billowing. The heat draws dewy perspiration down her throat, a slip of skin revealed as she leans down to place the platter. 

“Will that be all, my Prince?” she says demurely, looking up through her lashes. It’s the closest she's ever been to the man, a golden god shimmering with finery. His smile is lascivious, tongue lapping slowly at the pad of his thumb as his thighs spread in his plush chair. 

“Is that all you wish to offer, pretty thing?” he drawls, plucking a dark berry from the platter and placing it between his lips. The crush of his teeth bleeds red juice onto the swell of his lips. 

“It is not my place,” she defers without retreat. He watches her with curiosity, pink tongue lapping away the juice. 

“No, I believe that is right here,” he says, stroking his large hands over his lap. One pass strokes along his cock, and from here she can see it jutting proud beneath his robes. “Come here, pretty thing, and sit on the throne.”

She doesn’t meet his eyes but take the final steps to brush knees, turning to sit in his welcoming lap. Catching the glint of his dark gaze, she settles just enough away that his cock isn’t snug against her bottom. Barely.

“Such grace in my pit of sin,” he purrs, leaning up to drag his nose against her neck. Goosebumps raise along her nape, a chuckle preceding his lips. “Are you scared of me? Shivering in the viper’s den?” 

Gathering her courage, she rolls her hips back against him, the curve of her cunt grinding against the desert heat of his thighs. He hums approvingly, hands coming to her waist to guide. The layers of fabric separating them shift and crinkle, a drip of sweat gliding down her spine. He licks it up, a hot brand of a kiss following. 

“More sumptuous than your wares, I believe,” Oberyn muses, fisting at the layers of her dress. She shifts above him, nimble fingers finding the heavy folds of his robes to caress him. He nips at her skin, gold-laden fingers smoothing over her ass before finding their target and sliding into her sweat-slicked pussy. 

She keens, head thrown back as he fucks her on his fingers with long strokes. Lifting her hips to ride his knuckles, he coos at the neediness. 

“Don’t worry, pretty thing, I’ll give you exactly what you need,” he grits out, and soon his velvety cock caresses her inner thigh, fingers removed to slick himself with arousal. “Sit on your Prince’s cock and I’ll bring you to heights no one will ever match.”

Sinking down, she shudders at how well he fills her, long and curved to nudge against the pleasurable places inside. He lets her set the pace, leaning back to watch her bounce and grind on him. She can feel his cock thickening inside, almost hear the haze of lust cloud his voice. Raising her hands up to her head, she fixates on his tensing thighs. 

She only has one chance.

Pulling the poisoned hairpin from her braids, she brings her arm down quickly to bury it in his thigh. She's sure of her success, most men too drunk on pussy to react to an assassination.

But she's messing with the Red Viper, and his strike is just as quick.

One hand clamps around her wrist, the other wrapping around her throat as he shoots up to pin her against his chest. She screams and struggles against him, guards being called as the fleeting chance slips away. 

“Dangerous thing, you are,” he growls in her ear, the hairpin falling to the floor with a clatter. “I commend you for your boldness, and your commitment.” He drops her now-unarmed hand, letting her scrabble to grab his hair, his face, scratch his eyes out if she have nothing left to lose. Instead he tightens his hand on her throat, his other burrowing under the dress to find his cock still buried inside. Deft fingers circle her clit, the shock of his touch making her struggle against him.

“A parting gift, for all your troubles,” he hisses in her ear before sharp circles throw her mercilessly over the edge of an orgasm she snarls and thrashes through. By the time she's come to her senses the guards are tearing her off Oberyn, now leaning back in his chair and looking disinterested at the fruit beside him. He licks his fingers absentmindedly before chasing her taste with another berry. 

“Death to the house of Dorne,” she hisses as she's dragged from the room, cunt still clenching at his expert touch. He tuts at her exit, calling after.

“Take care, pretty little scorpion, maybe one day you’ll beat us all to the throne.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[lesbiankimdahyun]

let me (re)introduce myself:

hi (ꈍ ᴗ ꈍ✿) i'm salvadore (sal or sali is fine, i'm a they/she lesbian)

about me

❌ MINORS DNI ❌

BEFORE YOU FOLLOW: be 18+ and have an age indicator in your bio | NO AGELESS BLOGS

AGELESS BLOGS = ✨AUTOMATIC BLOCK✨

complaints? hit me up: @lesbianadoredelano

requests are currently: on hold

masterlist

⚠️ i'm a grad student so it takes me a while to write but i will get to your req eventually, pls be patient w me! ⚠️

in the meantime, messages just to say hi are nice! or tell me what you liked/didn't like in something i wrote, i luv feedback too

writing request rules are below, please read before submitting a request

right now i write exclusively for TWICE but i’m also open to writing for (G)I-DLE and MAMAMOO :)

things i will write:

angst

a/b/o (omegaverse)

breeding kink

exhibitionism

fluff/SFW

free use

g!p

hybrid characters

petplay

[moderate] humiliation

[moderate] degradation

things i might write:

consensual somno (have not attempted this but i could maybe be persuaded)

dahyun as a (g!p) top/Alpha (like do we believe it?? do we??)

things i won’t write:

age play/age regression

group member x (cis) m reader (my username is literally lesbiankimdahyun)

knife/gun/weapon play

lactation

medical play

mommy kink (i have mommy issues, sorry)

noncon/r*pe

rope play (i'm not good at writing it)

scat

smut for Chaeyoung (she's still in timeout for me)

stepcest

underage characters

**if i get a request that includes something i won't write but i like your idea overall, i will probably still write it-- i'll just omit the element/kink**

[nocapesdahling]

Life Eternal

Helmut Zemo x F! Reader

My Masterlist

Prequel to Cousin Helmut (Can be read as a stand-alone)

Summary: Helmut Zemo is an Addams. When an Addams falls in love, they fall fast and they fall hard. After the loss of his Heike, he never thought he would love again. Until he saw you.

Rating: M (18+, Minors DNI please)

Warnings/Tags: Smut - Unprotected piv sex; Implied sexual content; Crossover; Darker Zemo; Darker Reader; These two are made for each other; Artist! Reader;  Canon-typical Addams Family elements, such as casual discussions of and attitudes towards murder, violence, and poison; Macabre; Possessive Behavior; Love at first sight; Implied Dom/Sub; Implied breeding kink; One mention of exhibitionism; Brief mention of bondage; Some references to polyamory; Slight Canon divergence

Word Count: 9.1k

A/N: It only took a year, but it’s finally time for the long-promised Cousin Helmut prequel. This is officially my longest one shot I’ve posted, which I’m rather proud of and I really hope you enjoy. Have a very happy Halloween!

Being in prison had given Helmut a lot of time to think and to remember. He didn’t have much choice. He was alone with his thoughts and there wasn’t much else to do in solitary confinement, besides working out, sleeping, or reading books and newspapers, so he spent his time reminiscing.

One of his first childhood memories was of his mother. They were sitting eating breakfast, which Oeznik brought them — Oeznik had been his mother’s companion for as long as Helmut could remember and he had always looked the same. 

Helmut watched her add something, which he later realized was arsenic that morning though sometimes she favored cyanide instead, to her tea, stir it, and breathe it in with contentment. His mother’s dark red lips curved into a small smile that contrasted with her dark hair and black dress. His father was out of town that weekend, so she was wearing her favorite hemlock berry lipstick that she said made her lips tingle. She only wore it when his father was traveling because it was too strong of a poison for his resistance levels and his father could never resist kissing his mother, poison lipstick or not, so there would have been some unfortunate trips to the hospital.  

Helmut was a child and wanted to do everything his parents did, especially his mother, so he asked for some for his juice. His mother laughed, her chuckle low and mesmerizing, before smiling at him.

“Oh, my Helmut. You are not ready for arsenic yet. I’ve only just started you on corn cockle, my little monster. We have to work our way up to arsenic, cyanide, and belladonna. Now drink your juice, and we will learn more about the Plague. We’ve reached the picture portion of the lesson, isn’t that exciting?”

He smiled and eagerly drank his juice. He loved his mother’s lessons. It was only later in life that he realized most children were not served poison by their parents and that most mothers did not teach their children about the Plague, about wounds, or how to use all manner of weapons before they reached the age of 10. Fencing and swordplay were always his favorite, and he enjoyed practicing with his Uncle Gomez whenever he and his Aunt Morticia came to visit.  However, his mother was not a typical mother. She was an Addams and that made all the difference.

Helmut Zemo was only half Addams and it was a well-kept secret in Sokovia. The Addams Family had a bit of a reputation throughout Europe, and his mother had wanted him to keep his heritage hidden as something of a trump card. 

His father was a normal man and a Baron of Sokovia, who fell in love with a beautiful woman that he met at his parents’ funeral. As his mother told it, she had been on vacation and after visiting some family buried in the graveyard and having a lovely séance, she had seen the funeral and decided to attend. She loved funerals and didn’t want to miss what looked like a delightfully unhappy one. As his father told it, even if she had been uninvited, she had bewitched him at first sight. He had fallen madly in love and asked her to marry him within weeks. To the surprise of the rest of the Addams clan, she accepted and Helmut was born a few years later.

Looking back, his childhood had been idyllic, full of mayhem and his mother’s lessons in how to be an Addams. He only wished there had been more murder involved. He excelled at his mother’s lessons and wanted to put them into action, so when it came time to choose a career, he chose the military without a second thought. It was expected of him as a Baron’s son to serve in some capacity, but he went outside the norm and chose to join a covert kill squad after training. It let him indulge his Addams’s side in the best ways. The danger excited him, giving him a thrill when he almost died and even more so when he killed. He enjoyed what he did, relishing in the thrill of the hunt and the joy of leaving no survivors.

Then, he met Heike. She was a doctor at the hospital, where he brought an injured member of his squad, and when he met her she was covered in blood. It appealed to his baser instincts with the smear on her cheek being particularly lovely in contrast to her eyes. She had been and still was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. While Helmut’s last name might have been Zemo, he was an Addams through and through; when an Addams fell in love, they fell hard and they fell fast and he was no different.

He still chuckled to himself when he thought of Heike’s reaction to his gifts of flowers after they started dating. It took him a while to realize that she wanted roses with flowers still attached. His mother had always cut the blooms off and Helmut preferred them that way too. The thorns were the best and most dangerous part of a rose after all. Yet just as his father had learned to gift his mother bouquets of poison plants, Helmut learned to gift Heike bouquets of actual flowers.

They married within the year and Carl followed soon after. It was quickly apparent to Helmut that Carl was normal. He had not inherited the Addams constitution, traits, or ability to cheat death, so for the sake of his son he reined in his Addams side and played at being a normal man, a normal father. And he was good at it, even as it chafed at him. His mother had prepared him for this too. He always excelled in his childhood acting lessons. If he wished sometimes that he could go commit a nice murder, then he stopped himself with the thought that Heike needed him. That Carl needed him.

Then, they died along with his father. They went where he could not follow, at least not yet. His mother had been on a “trip” at the time, hunting down a serial killer, so she was not there to protect them. To save them. He knew that he had only survived Sokovia because he was an Addams and that his family did not have that benefit. Oh, how he wished they had.

He called his mother with the news, knowing that she would help him in what he had resolved to do, and let his facade disappear. It was time to let his Addams side out to play again, the side that relished violence and was good at it — the one that would help him get his revenge, no matter the cost. Hiding did not matter anymore, not when you lost practically everyone you cared about all at once.

His mother helped him with his plans, which came to fruition in exactly the way he hoped. Well, besides his death of course. He had been ready to die, ready to join Heike six feet under in a matching coffin. He wanted to rot next to her for all eternity, but he would face the keen torment of living for a while longer it seemed, biding his time in prison.

He had a visitor today. It had been so long and as he opened his eyes and caught sight of the Winter Soldier, he smiled a devilish grin that he hid using the shadows and began to speak. Longing…

His escape from jail was exhilarating . It was nice to stretch his legs again and engage in some casual violence, though the guard had barely put up a fight. How disappointing. He wondered what his Uncles would make of it. After all, he hadn’t had to kill anyone or set off any explosions. He left the guard alive to avoid suspicion and to curtail the scale of the manhunt for him, and he had a feeling that Uncle Fester would deduct points for that.

It was a pleasure to see Oeznik again, looking the same as the last time he had seen him. Helmut had never asked Oeznik what he was because it wasn’t his business, though he had ruled out whatever Lurch was. Oeznik had served his mother and now Helmut faithfully for many years and he knew that he would continue to do so for many more, so what did it matter?

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Ah, Madripoor. He had missed it, the people, the lights, and most of all the aura of danger that permeated the air. This was his kind of place. He only wished that they had been there for pleasure and not on a mission. Surely, there were plenty of people here that no one would miss. Oh well, he would do what was necessary. Having any additional fun would draw both Sam and James’s suspicions.

Sharon Carter and her stately residence had been a surprise, but now that they were here he was determined to enjoy the party. It had been too long. Prison had kept him from his vices, and now it was time to indulge.

He surveyed the room from the bar, feeling the presence of James and Sam alongside him. He would start with a drink, then maybe a dance. If he were lucky, then he’d get to use the knife he’d pilfered from the plane. He had plenty of practice blending in and even as every fiber of him wanted to cause “trouble”, he would resist it. Somewhat. A little trouble wouldn’t hurt anyone. Much. His mother had chosen his middle name of Tribulatio for a reason.

But then as he glanced towards the artwork, Helmut Zemo spotted you and froze. He never thought he would feel this way again, not after Heike, but there you were in all your glory and beauty and he fell. He fell as an Addams did — hard, fast, and with no regrets.

He began to approach you and as his Uncle Gomez’s words ran through his mind on how to woo a woman, his walk turned into more of a prowl and people unconsciously got out of his way — scattering like prey in the presence of a predator.

You hadn’t wanted to attend this party but Sharon Carter, one of your few friends in Madripoor, had insisted. She thought that you spent too much time working and not enough time having fun, so here you were.  You would rather have been home, preparing for the week ahead or painting, but you figured that since you were here that you might as well admire the artwork. Your attention had been drawn by one of your favorite paintings, Artemisia Gentilischi’s Judith Beheading Holofernes, which was supposed to be in The Uffizi at the moment. The music and the other guests had faded away as you stood entranced by the painting and its use of chiaroscuro.

You almost jumped when you heard an accented voice speak close to you, “A beautiful painting, isn’t it?”

You turned your head to look at the man next to you, only to stop short. He was more handsome than you’d expected him to be and now that you were looking at him you couldn’t seem to stop, taking in the details of his clothes and the angles of his face until you met his amused eyes. He smirked at you, having noticed your appraisal, and tilted his head towards the painting.

You cleared your throat. “Yes, I’ve always thought so, though I don’t find many others who do. Many find it too gory for their tastes.”

He turned his face away from you to look at the painting, giving you a view of his profile, which was just as handsome as the rest of him. You wished you had your sketchpad with you in order to capture this man and his features. You hadn’t felt this inspired in ages.

“I find the moment that the artist has captured and the way she has depicted the women compelling. They are front and center, determined, strong, and in control. They have chosen to do this deed and are unafraid of getting bloody while doing so. They are powerful.” His voice seemed to linger over the word bloody.

You nodded along, listening to him voice what you had always thought out loud. “Exactly. You do not find it frightening? It was considered so for its time.”

He turned back to look at you, stopping his scrutiny of the painting, and smiled with a small upturn of his lips. “It is often the so-called horrors of life that are the most arresting. It is a beautifully depicted scene, but not as beautiful or bewitching as you.”

“As me?” Your voice showed the surprise you felt.

“I found myself enchanted by you from across the room and knew I had to approach you. That I would not rest until I had.” He stepped a bit closer to you as he spoke and you enjoyed his increasing proximity.

You stared at the man in shock. If this had been anyone else, then you would have found his comments and closeness a bit creepy. Yet for some reason, you didn’t. You found him as compelling as he apparently found you.

“I find you handsome as well. Striking. It’s been difficult to keep my eyes off you.” Your voice was hesitant as you spoke because you weren’t sure how he would take that. This was new territory for you and not at all what you had expected for tonight.

“Perfect. Then, you feel it too.” He smiled and stepped closer, while reaching out a hand. “Would you dance with me, draga?”

You placed your hand in his and were unsurprised to feel slight gun calluses. This was Madripoor after all. You could tell that he either wore gloves while handling a gun or it had been some time. You knew you were one of the few, who didn’t have them, at least not from a gun. Knives left different calluses. You had refined your skills with a knife after arriving in Madripoor. The streets were dangerous and you needed a way to protect yourself that was more dangerous than attempting to stab someone with a paintbrush. In your old life, you never would have considered that you would enjoy the feeling of a knife in your hand so much.

“Ah, but before we do, I have gotten ahead of myself. I am Helmut Zemo, my beauty. And you are?”

You were embarrassed to think that you hadn’t even thought about exchanging names, too consumed by his presence. You gave him yours and enjoyed the way it sounded in his voice as he repeated it.

“Now, we may proceed.” Helmut was smirking as he gestured towards the dancing crowd and he seemed to relish in your laugh.

You walked hand and hand to the dance floor, where he proceeded to make you laugh harder than you had in a long time with his moves. He then pulled you into what you vaguely recognized as a waltz without a care that it didn’t match the music and was causing the people around you to stop and stare. He was going to be Trouble. You followed his lead and forgot about everything else.

After you danced, you walked the gallery together, looking at the paintings and talking about anything and everything. None of the paintings prompted a similar amount of attention from either of you as Judith Beheading Holofernes, but that was to be expected. Nothing was as arresting, when your attention was fully devoted to Helmut and his to you.

As he watched you smile at him, Helmut spoke to you about what he had done to avenge his family, watching your face change to a serious and thoughtful expression. He wanted you to go into this with your eyes open. He also wanted to impress you, even if most people would not have been impressed by murder and arson, but he couldn’t help but want to show off. He knew the Addams side of his family would have been impressed.

He expected you to be horrified as any normal person would be. He was prepared for you to run from him. As though he would let you. He did not expect the look of intrigue that came over your face. It was not difficult to read and he wanted to see that expression directed at him again. He told you why he did it of course — about Sokovia, Carl, and Heike — and you understood and admired his resolve. He had done it for love and he had succeeded. What was more attractive than a competent man, who would do anything for his loved ones? What would he do for you if you were counted among their number?

You told him more about you and how you ended up in Madripoor. It had been because you had no choice, not really. Due to the Blip, you had nowhere else to go and you felt like you needed to be there because that was where the real art was. It was how you’d become friends with Sharon, visiting her gallery and falling into conversations with her about the different pieces. Yet something else about Madripoor had drawn you in and once you were in its claws, you couldn’t have escaped even if you wanted to. Which you hadn’t.

Helmut devoted his full attention to you, admiring the way your eyes lit up while discussing the art and your fascination with the city before responding.  “I understand the appeal of a city like Madripoor. I do. The savagery is beautiful here. People are in touch with their base natures in a way that I find compelling.” Here Helmut paused and grasped both your hands in his and looked deep into your eyes. It almost felt like he had hypnotized you with both his eyes and his voice. It wasn’t hypnosis per se, but his mother had taught him a few skills to gain and keep someone’s attention that he’d never forgotten. “But would you leave here? Would you come with me?”

“Come with you? We’ve only just met, Helmut. I don’t…” You lost your train of thought as you looked at him. It didn’t feel like you’d only just met. It felt like you had known each other for lifetimes.

“My beloved, does that matter? You know me and I know you. I do not want another.” Here he paused and pulled you closer, your breasts pressing against his chest. You wondered if he could feel your nipples through your dress, and had conflicting desires where you both hoped he couldn’t and that he could. That he would touch you there in front of everyone. In ways you had never let anyone else do in public. There was no room for self-consciousness, not with a man like Helmut. Everything he did seemed to arouse and attract you. Like a true apex predator.  

He swayed the two of you to music he must have been hearing in his own head and whispered in your ear — his voice rough and deep, “I have been yours since I first saw you across the room, admiring one of my favorite paintings. I do not know what spell you have cast over me, but I belong to you now. Are you mine?”

You pulled back slightly to scrutinize him. You ran your eyes over his attire and his body then finally his face, meeting his deep brown eyes.

What did you know about this man, really? That he was handsome and that you could listen to his voice for hours. That he had killed before and was likely to do so again. You only knew what he had told you since you met, but you couldn’t imagine never seeing him again. Something told you that you had found a kindred spirit. A man who wouldn’t shy away from your skills with a knife or your more gruesome paintings — you wondered what he would think of the ones where you used some rather unconventional pigments. A man that you wouldn’t mind belonging to as long as he was yours in return. He had already assured you with his words and actions that he was, and you in turn wanted to be his. And his alone.

While you deliberated, he continued to watch you patiently.

“Yes, my villain. I am yours.” The nickname had come out without thought, but it seemed fitting.

His face looked exultant for a moment, almost mad with ecstasy before he hid whatever that had been back behind his calm mask. It would have made anyone else have doubts and regrets for their decision, but you — it only made you more enthralled by him.

“My love.” He leaned in and kissed you passionately in a way that made you feel like he was trying to devour you, to consume you. And you wanted to do the same to him as you reciprocated and lost yourself in the kiss. It could have gone on for hours, the outside world with its loud music and party goers having faded away, when you heard a throat clear awkwardly behind you.

“Zemo. Zemo. Zemo!” The voice sounded impatient.

As Helmut pulled away from you with reluctance, even as you tried to pull him back, you wondered how long the man had been trying to get his attention. For all you knew, it could have been hours. Even after that one kiss, you knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life kissing Helmut Zemo. You didn’t want to let him go. Ever.

He kept his hand in yours as he turned you both to face the other man, who stood behind him with a look of both impatience and confusion on his face. He caught your scrutiny and gave you an awkward smile, even as you caught the veiled suspicion in his eyes.  You smiled back and gave him a casual little wave, acting as though you hadn’t been caught kissing an escaped convict.

“I’m sorry to interrupt.” He didn’t sound that sorry, but he stepped closer and stuck out a hand. “I’m Sam.”

You shook it and told him your name, and watched as Sam lost his smile when he turned to Helmut. “Zemo, we have to go. Sharon found who we were looking for.”

Helmut nodded, though he was sure that he looked somewhat exasperated as he willed you to stay in front of his body for a few more moments while he calmed himself down. “I’ll be there shortly.”

“You better not take too long, Zemo.” Sam’s tone was full of warning as he addressed Helmut before he turned to you and smiled again, even as confusion on why you had been kissing Zemo continued to show in his eyes. “It was nice meeting you.”

Sam walked over to where you could see Sharon and a man whose hard stare was focused on Zemo, and was that a metal hand? How fascinating. You turned to face Helmut, knowing this was goodbye. At least for now.

“I’m afraid that I must go, draga. But I will call you before we leave and you will meet us, yes?”

You nodded as you gestured for his phone, inputting your number and thinking of what you wanted to take with you from your small apartment.

“Yes, I’ll meet you at the airport. I just want to pack some things up first. Don’t take too long, Helmut.” Your tone turned teasing at the end. “I won’t wait forever.”

He smirked at you and kissed you again, and as you pulled him closer the effect you had on him was obvious. The same effect he had on you, so it was nice to know that it was reciprocal.

“If I am not there, then Oeznik will take care of you. You can trust him with your life. Goodbye, my love.”

“See you soon, my villain. My Helmut.”

He gave you one last lingering look that promised things to come and went to join his companions. You watched them leave the party, giving Sharon and Sam a wave and cheerfully smiling at the stoic man with the metal arm, who was still staring at you as they left. You blew Helmut a kiss and watched him smile, an actual smile this time, before walking away. That was just as nice a view from the back as it was from the front.

You roused yourself from your small daydream of seeing Helmut’s body and especially his butt unclothed and left the party, knife in hand.  You never knew who you would encounter on the way home in Madripoor and you had a date tomorrow that you were not going to miss.

You arrived at the airport and were met by a man, waiting outside of what you assumed was Helmut’s private plane, on the tarmac. Oeznik seemed to be a wonderful person, who had only fond things to say about Helmut. Now as you got settled into one of the comfortable plane seats, all you had to do was wait.

You’d taken out your sketch pad and were drawing Helmut from memory when you heard men’s voices bickering back and forth with Helmut’s accented voice standing out to you with more familiarity than it should have. He was here. As they entered the plane, you ignored Sam and the man who had been staring at you last night in favor of focusing on Helmut. He looked tired, but no worse for wear. As he laid eyes on you, they lit up in a way that neither of the others seemed to notice.

“You came. My beloved.” He stepped closer as if to embrace you. He smelled like fire. You stepped closer in return, but were interrupted as you went to answer.

“Who the hell is she, Zemo? Why is she here?” The voice came from the man you had yet to hear speak.

Zemo reluctantly faced him, who was still staring at you. Sam had already settled into a plane seat and was looking at you as well, though he too looked confused about why you were here.

“She’s with me, James, and will be accompanying us to our next destination. I vouch for her.” Helmut’s voice sounded proud when he said she’s with me and it gave you a thrill to hear it. You were with him now. His tone begged James to contradict him.

“This isn’t a vacation, Zemo. Why is she here?” James’s voice was hard and he was still staring at you, his blue eyes intense.

Sam also spoke up, ��Your vouching for her isn’t likely to make us trust her, Zemo.”

By now, Helmut had settled himself in the seat next to yours and grasped your hand seemingly without a thought. He went to speak and you squeezed his hand before speaking up yourself, “I needed to get out of Madripoor, James. It was not safe for me there and Helmut was gracious enough to offer to help me. Aren’t you heroes? Isn’t helping people your job?”

You had thought Sam looked familiar last night, even without the wings and goggles, so you’d looked him up online and figured out that he was the Falcon. James also had to be some kind of hero if they were traveling together and based on his dislike of Helmut and what Helmut had told you last night, there was some history there. Either way, a little manipulation never hurt anyone.

Based on Helmut’s tightened grasp of your hand, you might have been a bit too blatant but what could you do? What had been said couldn’t be taken back.

James continued to stare at you before finally settling into a seat. “It’s Bucky.” His voice sounded resigned.

Sam spoke up, “Bucky, give it a rest. We can’t bring her back now and we can’t just leave her here on the tarmac, not with everyone coming after us. We have to go.” He then nodded at you. “And if she needs help, then she needs help.”

You knew that both Sam and Bucky would be watching you. You would do the same in their place. It was a good thing that you had nothing but the best of intentions. At the moment.

Everyone settled into their seats and began to talk about what they’d discovered in Madripoor. You tuned them out and focused on Helmut’s thumb that was caressing your hand. You felt him lean closer to whisper in your ear.

“Well played, draga. Though a bit heavy handed on the manipulation. Don’t worry, I’ll help you refine your techniques.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and whispered back, “I look forward to it, my Hel.” You got comfortable and with the scent of smoke and something uniquely Helmut in your nose, you fell asleep.

Helmut breathed in the smell of your hair as he told Oeznik to set the plane’s course for Riga. He was glad you were here, that you were with him. You would not be leaving him again. Not if he had anything to say about it.

You woke as you felt the plane descend, your head still on Helmut’s shoulder.

You lifted it and turned to pull up the window shade to look outside. “Where are we, Hel?”

“Riga. It’s the next stage of our endeavor, and I have a place that we will be staying.”

You turned to face him, noticing that it looked like he hadn’t slept. You decided not to mention it. “You have a place here?”

“I used to come here when I was young with my parents. My mother in particular was fond of the city, though if it has fallen into some disrepair like I expect, then I believe she would be even more fond of it now.”

You filed away the fact that his mother was still alive for later. He stood up. You hadn’t even noticed the plane landing as you listened to him speak. You loved his voice. He offered you a hand and helped you stand.

“I believe you will like it here, draga. There is a bathtub that I hope we can put to good use.” With that, he smirked at you and you laughed even as you couldn’t help but anticipate that very scenario.

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Helmut watched your face as you entered the apartment behind him and Sam. You had taken everything in, but your eyes kept coming back to the stained glass windows. Understandable, those had always been one of his favorite parts of this apartment. As he directed Sam to one of the bedrooms and moved towards the room he always used when he stayed here, his last glimpse was of you stepping closer to the windows and pulling your sketch pad out of your bag.

He settled everything in his room and stepped out. “I’m afraid there aren’t enough bedrooms for all four of us to have our own, my beloved.” His voice was teasing because while you’d be able to step into the hallway and see that he was telling the truth — both you and he knew that he wanted you in his room and in his bed. Nowhere else.

“There aren’t?” You turned to face him and tilted your head to the side with a grin on your face. “What a shame. Whoever shall I share with? Should I ask Bucky?” You paused and let your grin become even more mischievous, almost devilish in a way that appealed to Helmut more than he would admit out loud. He was pretending to be somewhat normal after all, though he hoped one day that there would be no pretending necessary. At least not with you. “Or is Sam the better option? He seems to like me.”

He let a growl escape as he stepped closer, cupping your face in his hand and kissing you. The pressure of his lips against yours was light before increasing due to your eager response. His lips shifted into a small smirk that you could feel against yours as you opened your mouth to his.

His voice when he murmured your name was deep, causing you to let out a soft moan as his hands slipped down to grasp your butt, pulling you closer. You bit his lip teasingly, first lightly then harder causing him to let loose another growl and for his eyes to go wild as he pulled back. “Don’t tease me, draga. You would not like what I would do to Sam if I thought you had even the slightest interest in him.” He kissed you again before pulling away. “I would kill for you, my beauty. And to keep you. Just as I would die for you. And I would do it all with a smile on my face.

You shivered and tried to pull yourself together because each kiss with this man got better every time. That was also the hottest thing anyone had ever said to you. He was so beautiful to you and he got more beautiful by the minute as he showed himself to be more dangerous.

As Helmut began to fill the tub, you let your eyes rove over the bathroom and your attention was caught by the intricate tiles on the walls before you heard clothes begin to drop to the floor behind you.

You turned your head and watched as he settled into the tub, noting that the reality of his body including his butt, was even better than all your imaginings.

He caught you looking and chuckled, his voice husky, before smirking. “Well, aren’t you going to join me? There’s more than enough room for two.”

You thought that might have been the first time you heard him laugh and you wanted to hear more of it, especially in this context. You sat down to pull off your boots, knowing that he hadn’t taken his eyes off you.

After taking your time and feeling the intensity of his gaze as you removed each item of clothing with deliberate slowness, you approached the tub and looked into his eyes. They were dark with want and an emotion you weren’t ready to name.

It wasn’t the largest tub in the world, but as he helped you enter it you decided it didn’t matter. It would only allow you to be closer to him. As you settled into the tub, your back to his chest, you sighed in contentment. You relaxed together, feeling his warmth against your back and the muscles of his thighs under yours.

Helmut began to run a washcloth over your body, taking his time to caress your arms and hands. He washed your stomach, ignoring your squirming that you couldn’t quite contain. You closed your eyes in bliss as he reached your breasts, lingering on them a bit more than needed to get them clean. You felt hot and involuntarily leaned back even closer to him, feeling him hard and thick against the small of your back.

You gasped, “Hel…”

He continued to caress you. You could feel his breath against your ear, “Yes, draga? You teased me and now I get to tease you. Quid pro quo.” He was attempting to sound unaffected, but you could hear the rasp in his voice and you felt just how affected he was against you. He continued to run the washcloth over your stomach before dipping it in between your legs and replacing it with his fingers. He circled his thumb over your clit and you gasped, rocking back against him without a care if water fell on the floor. It would serve him right.

You turned and kissed him, straddling him and running your hands through his hair as his fingers worked over you and inside you. He gave as good as he got as you rocked back and forth on his lap, pulling  your hips down harder and bucking up against you. You couldn’t take it anymore, crying out and clenching on his fingers — you needed him inside of you and you wanted to feel it. His length was hard and hot in your hand and as you grasped him and sunk down on him with a moan, he groaned.  

“You’re so tight. And wet. All for me.” His pupils were blown wide and his hair had fallen in front of his eye, causing you to reach out a hand and push it back. Your thumb brushed across his cheekbone tenderly and he reached up to grasp your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. You smiled at him and laughed as more water fell onto the floor as you both began to move again. He laughed too before speaking, “Draga, we must be quiet. Sam is right outside. Do you think you can do that?” His voice was rough and close to a growl.

You nodded even as your eyes began to close, feeling him thrust up into you as you rolled your hips.

Helmut grasped your chin. “No, you will look at me. I want to see your eyes — every expression on your face as you come for me.”

You lost count of how many times you fell apart. Let’s just say that you hoped Sam was not too close to the bathroom because your endeavor to keep quiet failed more than once.

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You laid in what was left of the bath, lazy in your satisfaction, watching Helmut tend to his hair while naked. You looked at the small half moon marks and scratches your fingers had left from digging into his back with no little amount of possessiveness. He was Yours. You had wanted to mark him and you knew he had wanted it too. After all, you had marks of your own. Just as you were His.

He smiled at you in the mirror and turned. “I will wear them as a badge of honor and hope for more in the future.” His eyes were alight with his own satisfaction and possessiveness as he took in the marks he had left on your body in return through the now clear water. “Beautiful, draga.”

Helmut pulled on a robe, before offering you a towel to dry yourself with. Then, it was his turn to watch you.

“I would do this every day. With you.” His statement had the tone of a question. Did you feel the same?

His robe gaped at the top, leaving his chest hair and necklace exposed and you already wanted him again, even knowing that you didn’t have time right now. Sam was outside and Bucky would be back soon.

You had taken too long already.

You turned to him, dropping the towel and stepping closer. You watched his eyes linger on your body, before focusing on your face.

“If every day is like today, then I’m going to want you all the time.”

As he helped you into a matching robe to his, he brushed his thumb over your nipple teasingly before whispering in your ear, “Oh draga, we didn’t even have a bed. Imagine what it would be like in our bed… The things I would like to do to and for you.”

You tied the robe and turned to kiss him, which he cut short. “Come on, my beloved. We musn’t keep Sam and James waiting.”

With that he strode out the door in his robe, towel in hand.

He was so dramatic and you loved it.

You took more time coming out of the bathroom, changing into an extra pair of jeans and a sweater that you’d left on the side. Not everyone had Helmut’s uncaring attitude when it came to wearing a robe in front of strangers. Then again, it was his house.

You exited the bathroom, only to see Helmut rummaging through the kitchen cabinets and rolling his eyes at something that Bucky had said. You waved in greeting to Bucky and gave Sam a smile before focusing back on Helmut, who apparently had killed a man in Madripoor.

Typical. He’d probably looked good doing it too. And did he have a cookie on his finger? This man.

You shook your head and settled into one of the chairs at the counter, watching Hel pull out what looked like candy as the men talked about Sam’s Titi and a funeral for someone important in the community.

Little did you know that Helmut was making sure that this was the non-poisonous Turkish Delight. His mother had liked to make the candy and fill it with all types of different poisons. It had been a game for him as a child to try and guess the poison. By the time he was teenager, he won the game every time. The cyanide Turkish Delight was particularly good with a quite enjoyable flavor. While it was tempting to have you try one of the poisonous ones and begin your acclimation to poisons now, it wasn’t the time. There would be time for that later.

The men discussed heading out into the city and seeing if they could find where this funeral was going to be. You knew even as you ate one of Helmut’s so-called irresistible Turkish Delights that you weren’t invited. That was fine. You’d rather do some sketching anyway.

Helmut had changed back into his clothes, coat included. You loved that coat and were looking forward to getting to try it on for yourself, preferably with nothing on underneath. He kissed you and caressed your cheek before bidding you goodbye.

You watched them leave, worrying about Helmut, yet looking forward to some time alone to draw. As you settled on the couch, beginning to focus on the contours of the skull you were drawing in loving detail, after the excitement of the last few days it didn’t surprise you when your eyes began to close.

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You awoke with a jerk as you heard what sounded like glass hitting the wall. You sat up, head foggy only to see Bucky facing Helmut whose back was to you. Based on their postures, that must have been Bucky who threw something.

You went to stand and watched as Sam deescalated the situation, even as Bucky and Helmut were still staring at each other.

You held in a laugh at “ the stupid head tilt thing” because you knew Helmut wouldn’t like that he had any tells, but the way Sam phrased it was funny. And also accurate.

Sam left the room and Bucky walked away after saying no to the cherry blossom tea, leaving you and Helmut alone. It was then that you spoke up.

“I’d like some cherry blossom tea if you’re offering, my villain.”

Helmut turned to you. “I am sorry we woke you, draga. Yes, of course.” He poured you a cup and presented it to you. “Here cherry blossom tea for my sweet blossom. Or should that be my thorny blossom?”

You laughed, glad that you hadn’t drank any tea yet, before taking a sip. “Really, Hel? That wasn’t as smooth as normal.”

He joined you on the couch. “I thought you might need a laugh. As do I. Interacting with the children brought back memories.”

You watched him before reaching out to take his hand in yours. “Of your son?”

At his nod, you continued, “Tell me about him.”

He cleared his throat and you were prepared for him to turn away and leave, but to your surprise he spoke, “Carl was… Carl was good. In a way that I have not been nor will ever be. He loved the outdoors and he loved to play video games. He was a good boy and a good son, and I wish that I had gotten to see what he would become.”

His hand clenched tightly around yours, almost to the point of pain, but you said nothing.

“And your wife?”

“Heike was beautiful, both inside and out. When I first met her, I thought I would never see anything more arresting. Her bloody hands as she stitched up my men. Until I saw you, standing in front of Judith Slaying Holofernes. I thought Heike was the love of my life and though she still is and always will be, I have realized that we may be lucky enough to have more than one. She would have loved you. Just as I do. I’m excited for when you’ll meet in the afterlife. All three of us together will be glorious.”

You disregarded him talking about your potential deaths for another time. “You love me?”

He turned his head to look into your eyes, “I have loved you since I first saw you, but do understand if it’s too early for you to know your feelings.”

You didn’t hesitate, “I love you too, my Hel.”

The three men returned from the funeral and you ran towards where Helmut was being supported by both Bucky and Sam.

“What happened?” You looked to Sam as you helped them situate Helmut on the couch.

“Walker happened. He hit him in the head with the shield.”

You moved to the kitchen and ran cold water over a washcloth for Helmut’s forehead.

“And he’s your Captain America?”

Bucky scoffed, “He’s not my Captain America. He shouldn’t even have the shield in the first place.”

Sam sighed, “Here we go again.”

You tuned out their bickering as you tended to Helmut. He had been fine this morning, telling you that he loved you, and now he was hurt. What if he never told you that he loved you again? You watched him carefully and were surprised to see his eyes fluttering. You leaned closer and saw him smirk and put a finger to his lips. You smiled. He wasn’t as bad as you thought. He was going to be okay.

For his part, Helmut had been knocked out but had woken up about halfway back to the apartment. His cousin, Wednesday, hit much harder than John Walker. Even Pubert hit harder than John Walker. This injury was nothing to an Addams but he was planning to play it up for as long as possible, especially if it would get Sam and James off his back for a few hours and give him a little time to plan his escape. Well, his and yours. He would not be leaving you behind for any reason.

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Walker burst into the room, causing you to move closer to Helmut who had stood up with his whiskey still in hand. You didn’t want to take your eyes off of Walker, the threat in the room, but you couldn’t help but let them admire Helmut in his shoulder holsters. He looked good. As always.

You watched Sam stand up for Helmut and listened to Walker, who unsurprisingly made you angry with his attitude. This was the man who had hit your Hel in the head with a shield? What an asshole. You stepped closer to Walker, reaching to pull the knife that you always kept in your boot. No one was looking at you, too consumed in the interactions between Sam and Walker. Or so you thought. You felt a hand on your arm and Helmut gently pulled you back, shaking his head as you looked at him and motioning for you to come closer. He offered you some of his whiskey, smirking as you shook your head no. He wanted to pull you into his arms and press a kiss to your forehead, but resisted. He knew you both might need your hands free for what was to come.

It was enjoyable standing next to Helmut as he casually sipped his whiskey and you watched avidly as the Dora Milaje fought Walker. They were amazing. As Bucky and Sam joined the fight, you glanced at Helmut to see if he was enjoying this as much as you were. He had an interesting look on his face and as he put down his drink and grabbed your hand, you had a feeling that you knew where this was going. He led you to the bathroom and had you step in front of him as he subtly closed and locked the bathroom doors.

“Time to escape, my villain?” You whispered as you watched him fiddle with the tub.

“Time to escape, draga. It should be just here. Ah, yes.”

The tub began to move, leaving a sewage grate exposed in the ground. You helped him lift it and each of you went through one by one. Helmut helped you down the ladder and kept hold of your hand once in the tunnel.

“Come, my love. I have a place we can go.”

“You always have a place we can go, my villain.”

You enjoyed the time that you got to spend alone with Helmut in one of his family’s properties, not far from where Sokovia had fallen — even with the knowledge that it couldn’t possibly last. That Sam or Bucky or both would eventually catch up with you and send your Hel back to prison. It had been blissful and satisfying here as though you and Helmut were in your own little world, cut off from everything.

You had never known another partner, who could satisfy you the way that Helmut could. You had lost count of the variety of different ways and places that he had made you come. He anticipated your needs in a way no one else had and he knew the perfect balance between pleasure and pain. He began to teach you the same and you were a diligent student, looking forward to those lessons with anticipation.

Flashback:

You were reading in the library when he stepped in, wearing one of his many robes. You knew that he did it on purpose to entice you and it got your attention as always. He sat across from you and let the robe gape open, leaving his chest exposed. You couldn’t help but stare at him, taking in the necklace and chest hair, your interest in the book lost. Helmut acted oblivious, picking up one of the books on the table and beginning to read.

You closed yours with a snap and placed it down.

“My Hel.”

He hummed absentmindedly, keeping his eyes on the book even as he hadn’t turned any pages yet. He wasn’t fooling anyone. “Yes, draga?”

“I would like to try something new today, Hel.”

“Hmm?”

“I would like you to be the one restrained this time, my villain.” You leaned in close and grasped his chin, tilting his head up. His eyes were dark. “Would you like that, darling?”

“Yes, my love. Please.” It came out as a gasp.

“Do you have everything prepared?” You assumed he did because that had to have been his intention coming into the library, looking like temptation personified, in the first place.

“Yes.” His voice was giddy with anticipation.

You smiled at him and caressed his cheek before walking away with the expectation that he would follow. He always did.

“Such a well behaved villain. You deserve a reward. Meet me in the bedroom.”

You smirked to yourself as you heard the chair hurriedly push away from the table.

End Flashback

You never wanted to give him up. You wanted to be by his side forever. In life and in death. But it was not to be. Your time together was coming to an end. Helmut would be going to the Sokovian Memorial to await Bucky’s arrival and leaving you behind.

“You will be safe here, my beloved.  No one, save Oeznik and my mother, knows of the existence of this house.”

You nodded as you let the tears that you were trying to hold in flow.

“I promise that I will see you again. Nothing shall keep me from you, even in death we will be together. Always. With my Heike too of course. She will adore you. Just as I do.”

He proceeded to give you instructions for what to do after he’d gone, which you committed to memory. You knew that while he did not want to go, he was ready to leave. If he didn’t leave now, then he didn’t know if he’d be able to do so. You kissed him desperately and as his hands grasped your waist, pulling you closer, you ground against him. He pulled back in admonishment.

“I know what you’re doing, draga. It will not work. I must go.”

Even so, he was the one to lean back in and reinitiate things. He couldn’t resist you. Not in this. By the time you were in the bedroom and Helmut was inside of you, he had forgotten why he had protested in the first place. He made desperate eye contact with you and held you close, committing every detail to memory. It was slower than normal, tender, and as you came you gasped his name. He picked up the pace and followed suit, hoping that you didn’t notice his worshipful gaze on your stomach and the hidden hope on his face.

He would never be over Carl’s death. Never. Carl was His. Yet he wanted another child with you, one that you had made together. One he hoped to teach about poisons and the best way to kill a man, just as his mother had before him. One he could introduce to his mother as an Addams, just as you now were. He wanted it with a quiet kind of desperation and a secret yearning. You would look so beautiful carrying his child.

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You kissed him again before he left, and you didn’t make any attempt to stop your tears this time.

“Don’t cry, draga. All will be well. You will see me again soon, and I will count the days until you are once again in my arms. You won’t even have time to miss me.” His voice was teasing, but rough as he held in emotions of his own.

You humored him with a watery laugh. “Good bye, my villain. Don’t torture yourself in prison, Hel. That’s my job.”

“Oh, my love. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He gave you one last smile before getting into the car with Oeznik behind the wheel.

You stood in the doorway until you couldn’t see the car anymore before letting yourself give into your tears. You didn't know how long you sat there sobbing, but some time later you began to carry out Helmut’s instructions. This would not be forever, not if you had anything to say about it.

It was time to take a trip to 001 Cemetery Lane and meet your new family. Something told you that you’d get along just fine.

Reblogs, comments, and likes are much appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!

A/N: This goes right into Cousin Helmut if you’d like to read the fic that started this little crossover series. Hope you all enjoyed this, and please let me know if you did! 

I do have ideas for a sequel, where the whole family breaks Zemo out of the Raft which I think would be a lot of fun. 

Many thanks to my beloved @clints-lucky-arrow​ for giving me a much needed confidence boost, for your feedback, and for beta reading 💜 And to the lovely @lafemmedezemo for being a big supporter of Zemo as an Addams since the beginning and for requesting this fic’s moodboard -- you’re both the best and ily!

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[poorpuppyboy]

Hi nsftblr! Tis I, Sunflower, here with my THIRD nsft blog.

Idk really how to explain my absense other than I have waves of sex repulsion and i think the best course of action is to sever that via deleting a very fun project: i.e: my kink blog/s.

Anyway. I lost my first one to THE BAN HAMMER and the 2nd to my brain. So uh here i am againnn.

So here's me:

You can call me 🌻 Sunflower or any of the terms/names listed below. I am 19, a FtM transgender man. I am attracted to all genders, with a preference for men, and transfem people. I'm a virgin and havent had an irl sexual experience, but that doesnt mean I'm a pushover, lmao. I'm hoping to have fun and meet like-minded kinky people. That being said, lets all be safe and have a good time!

I love getting asks! especially horny comments or scenarios ehe! I'm not open to DMs anymore unfortunately. my social anxiety has gotten pretty bad and I've ended up ghosting quite a few people, but feel free to communicate via asks with me :]

That being said, I am reopening my DMs to my moots, or if I message first.

I am open to sexting and getting off over text but I am not looking an irl sexual experience or relationship. Discussing fantasies during sexting is fine and even encouraged as long as you understand I am in no way going to actually fuck you.

NAMES/TERMS FOR ME:

any kind of good boy, prince, puppy type terms are fucking 10/10, i also like slut, whore, toy, anything degrading or implying being used i love. Especially if you mix it with praise "good toy, good slut" etc

BODY TERMS: I am uncomfortable with my chest being called "breasts" and my cunt being called "vagina" but aside from that, go stupid go crazy

anyway, the kink rundown:

YES:

minor bdsm or d/s dynamics, free use, monsters (vampires, werewolves, tentacles 🤤), puppyplay/petplay, exhibitionism, degradation, praise (mix the two and i love you) minor dd/lb, objectification (use me, daddy), humiliation, hypnosis, corruption (make me into your slut 🥰), masochism/pain (lightly), cnc/dubcon, sexting, phone sex, sending/recieving pics, vids, voice messages. I have a big voice kink and love dirty talk/moans.

NO:

Full dd/lb/g, ageplay, rapeplay, raceplay, scat, piss, shit, vomit, vore, blood, weaponplay/knifeplay, cuts or burns (idm bruises or slaps), detrans, misgendering, anal

DNI/I WILL BLOCK YOU LIST:

straight men, terfs, racists, transphobes, mysoginists, etc. detrans, misgendering, raceplay, scat/piss/bodily fluids, nsfw ageplay (it makes me uncomfy sorry)

NOTE WITH DD/LB/AGEPLAY: I literally only being called "good boy" (and similar) and calling doms "daddy" and being babied A LITTLE and doted on. not much else with that. I do experiment with littlespace but I want it to stay 100% sfw if I'm regressing. You can use elements of dd/lb in nsfw conversation/asks with me as long as you know its not littlespace. If you try and make me regress for the purpose of nsfw interaction, I will block you.

NOTE ABOUT CNC/DUBCON: I like the kind of cnc thats like, for example, roleplaying a kidnapping where im into it and hiding that. I don't like roleplaying ACTUAL RAPE

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI IF YOU POST OR LIKE DETRANS/MISGENDERING. I WILL BLOCK YOU

[wangxianficfinder]

I'm in the mood for...

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1. Hey, do you know any fics where Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian make up post canon? Thanks 💕

Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation/JC Friendly Comp might have some

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2. A) Hi <33, thank you for all the work you do. For itmf, can you give me some recs for fics where wangxian are in a relationship but are hiding it from everyone, preferably during the Cloud Recess arc but anytime is fine. Thank you in advance!

B) Hi again!!. For ITMF do you have any recs where wangxian are vampires, angels/demons or witches? Thank you for all you do for this fandom <33 @maromace

2A)

A Perspective Through Ink by AshEclipse_Playz (G, 9k, WangXian, Junior Quartet, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Dead WWX, Soft LWJ, Secret Relationship, Established Relationship, Relationship Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence, Protective LSZ, Protective JL, Protective LJY, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff, Light Angst, Protective OYZZ, LWJ Protection Squad) in both wx get together during cr days, but the fic is not set during

intents and in tents by mexicantt (E, 12k, WangXian, Explicit sexual material, Canon Divergence - War Time, Dubious Consent, two fucking idiots fucking a fucking lot, Rimming, Fingering, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, wwx's canonical self-lubing asshole, Dual Cultivation, fucking a new golden core into wwx As A Treat, Exhibitionism) in both wx get together during cr days, but the fic is not set during

2B)

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, Witches, Familiars, Witchcraft, Animal Transformation, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Magical Bond, Getting Together, Makeovers, [Podfic of] if you go chasing rabbits by exmanhater)

Turn by bavariansugarcookie (E, 6k, WangXian, College/University, (grad school technically), Vampire LWJ, Vampire WQ, Werewolf WWX, Dysfunctional Family, Minor Injuries, Blood, and they were ROOMMATES, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Love Confessions, Mating Bites, Vampire Bites)

Free to Face the Life That's Ahead of Me by through_shadows_falling (T, 2k, WangXian, Vampire LWJ, Werewolf WWX, Supernatural Elements, POV LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Soulmates)

Your Blood on My Lips (tastes like a kiss) by scarletwanlian (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Vampires, Blood Drinking, Roommates, Multiple Orgasms, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Dom/sub Undertones, Biting, Coming Untouched, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Humor, (or at least attempts lol), PWP, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites)

His Moon Made Manifest by Kaytla (E, 28k, WangXian, vampire!wwx, Vampire Bites, Humor, Human!LWJ, staking, Virgin Sacrifice, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Jealousy, Bite Fetish, Drunken Shenanigans, Vampire, Bottom LWJ)

Power Over Me | 欢迎 by GravityWinsAgain (E, 4k, WangXian, vampire!lwj, faerie!wwx, Fantasy, Blood Drinking, Anal Sex, Consent Play, (sort of? see notes), Light BDSM, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Dom WWX/Sub LWJ)

Sanguine by MajiLovePrincess (E, 7k, WangXian, Human/Vampire Relationship, First Meetings, First Time, Snowed In, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, LXC for best meddlesome sibling, Vampire LWJ, Blood Drinking, Flirting via Lan Doctrine)

hear the monsters calling home by sundiscus (M, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Vampires, Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern Cultivation, blood drinking (romantic), cross-posted threadfic)

What is this? Doordash for rabbits?? By todesesser (M, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Vampire, Crack, Comphet WWX shenanigans, vampire lwj, Silly, Was a threadfic, handjob)

#2 on this post this is the post that has a long witch fic list but it's only witch Wei ying tho however it can be helpful for this weekends IITMF post 💞

The Devil's Deal by howclassy (T, 11k, WangXian, Angst, Witchcraft, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, Father-Son Relationship, Curses, Dark Magic, Strangers to Lovers, Dad LWJ)

Of Love, Death and other Fickle Things by Nyatci (E, 4k, WIP, WangXian, Near Death Experiences, Angel/Human Relationships, Falling In Love, there's a bunny, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Rimming, Anal Sex, Temporary Character Death, Reincarnation, Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending) Angel of Death! WWX

Under a Blanket of Black Wings by ChaoticAndrogynous (T, 18k, WangXian, LSZ & LWJ, Vampire, wwx is a vampire, social justice necromancy, social justice vampirism, erotic vampirism in later chapters, offstage sex, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Gothic Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning) LWJ, recuperating from the 33 lashes, tells A-Yuan a series of fairytales about a heroic monster and the brave little boy he befriended

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3. may i ask for fics where yzy gets to a better relationship with wwx, but has to work REALLY HARD for it? like struggling to realize she was wrong, and/or struggling to not fall back to old patterns? that would be amazing thank you 🌸

heavy is the head that wears the crown by izukillme (T, 41k, YZY/JFM, YZY/CSSR, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, BAMF YZY, YZY-centric, Good Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Jiang Family Fix-It, Fix-It, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Child Abuse, Child Abuse, note: the suicide itself is offscreen, but is referenced multiple times through the story, Lesbian YZY) has Yu Ziyuan working on her relationship with both Wei Wuxian and her own children following Jiang Fengmian's death, though it happens about 2/3rds in

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas (M, 51k, YZY & WWX, WangXian, WC/WWX, Modern AU, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Protective YZY, Good Parent YZY, she's trying, Medical Procedures, Hospitals, Trauma, Vomiting, Mother-Son Relationship, of a sort) BIG warning for rape aftermath. Yzy has to come to terms with their relationship in only one night here, so not a slow development with many relapses. But a fantastic take on her thoughts, and her coming to really open up to wwx.

Motherly Love by iluvnaruto1412 (M, 5k, WIP, JFM/YZY, Time Travel Fix-It, Golden core, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Family Feels, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Character Study) it's the premise of the story, but the fic seems to be discontinued sadly

💖 Teen Project to Change the World animeloverhomura (Not rated, 657k, wangxian, watching the series, fix-it of sorts, bamf!wwx, WIP) it's one element in the story, but not a very small one?

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4. Hello, darlings, I appreciate what you're doing here so much!! For your next "I'm in the mood for", could I get some fics where WWX/WX are protective/parental toward the junior quartet? Like, "those are MY CHILDREN" and just them being generally the best? I don't wanna be difficult, but I'd also like it to be novel canon dynamics (like no "good guy JC", he's such a good antagonist!) Thanks in advance~♡

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5. *slides an overly specific itmf request* I just want fics where either wwx or lwj wear glasses. It doesn't have to be a fic about that specifically just like let me have that wonderful visual while I read please.

Words from the heart by MusicMe_tc (G, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Secret Identity, Love Letters, Epistolary (kind of), Wei Ying has a secret admirer, Fluff, First Love, First Kiss, Asexual WWX, Demisexual LWJ, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Happy Ending)

new messages from Lit 1011 by yellowcarnations (G,36k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Modern AU, POV Outsider)

Glasses by Suspicious_Popsicle (G, 2k, WangXian, Fluff, College/University, Love Confessions)

a lan never starts a fight - but they can FINISH one by lazulisong (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Protectiveness)

Found: Extremely Friendly Fox by wanderingflame (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, mild animal injury, Curses, Fluff, Reunions, Fox WWX, POV Alternating, Modern With Cultivation, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, LWJ wears reading glasses because it's sexy)

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6. Female lan zhan

there's the M/F & F/F comp

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7. Heyy! So these are the requests @utxqia :

a) any Nie MingJue x Wei WuXian fics?

exclusively them as a couple. ( nor like 'Better Things to Do with a Flute in Wartime' )

one sided WangXian if possible

b) Wen Xu x Wei WuXian fics?

I've read one about abusive relationship; definitely not like that.

c) Wen Qing x Wei WuXian fics?

not just marriage of convenience, but they're an actual couple.

endgame QingXian.Thanks for your precious time!!

7A)

If you’re in the mood for pure smut and not necessarily romance, librarysrestrictedsection has several MingXian fics

Fanning the Flames by MajiLovePrincess (E, 2k, MingXian, Modern AU, Firefighters, Doctor WWX, Neighbors, Porn With Plot, Uniform Kink, Mirror Sex, Anal Sex)

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8. Do you have any fic recs for teacher wangxian?

Professor Lan's Private Life by annaenjolras (M, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Fluff and Humor, Eventual Smut)

in my heart and on my mind by sophiahelix (M, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School Teachers, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, includes an art collaboration!)

looking through a window by glitteringmoonlight (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV Outsider, College/University, Fluff and Humor)

new messages from Lit 1011 by yellowcarnations (G,36k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Modern AU, POV Outsider) (link in #5)

Over and out by baxia (G, 4k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Modern AU, High School, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Teacher WWX, Teacher LWJ, Married WangXian, Established Relationship, POV LJY, Future zhuiyi)

hot for teacher by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (M, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kid Fic, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Teacher LWJ, Single Parent WWX, Fluff)

No Need to Change a Tune by yeolinski (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent LWJ, Chemistry Teacher!WWX, Music Teacher!LWJ, Kid Fic, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Fluff, Family Fluff)

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

Uncle-Teacher Conference by diamondbruise (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Teacher LWJ, Good uncle WWX, objectively good, Bad Flirting, Getting Together, Reunions??, Fluff and Humor, and bribery, in that order, Happy Ending)

Dad's Got a Date With a Vampire! By PaPaYa_Bites (T, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Half-Vampires, Supernatural Elements, Teacher!LWJ, Vampire!LWJ, Humor, Getting Together, Family Feels, Cute Kids, Meet-Cute)

Disapproving Rabbit by jadztone (E, 14k, WangXian, NieLan, Modern AU, Shapeshifting, Rabbit LWJ, Supernatural Elements, Bunji, POV Alternating, First Kiss)

Something Yet to Learn by Glitterbombshell (T, 16k, WangXian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

wherever the chaos is by wearing_tearing (T, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Humor, Curtain Fic, Established Relationship, Married WangXian, Teacher WWX)

I don't know why I come back (I do every time) by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (T, 2k, WangXian, Blind Date, Music Teacher LWJ, Music Teacher WWX, Meeting Again, Coffee Shops, Surprise Kissing)

Sweet Refreshments by westiec (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, Teacher WWX, baker LWJ, POV Outsider, Fluff, Dessert & Sweets)

A Small Love by JTHM_Michi (G, 1k, WangXian, Puppy Love, Teacher WWX)

someone like you by Basingstoke (G, 905, WangXian, Future Fic, Cloud Recesses, Teacher WWX)

paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Modern AU, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood)

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9. Fic Finder! I am going (on a road trip) into battle and I need your (best fics with Lan Wangji and Wen Ning being friends, teaming up, defending and protecting each other, really anything that explores their dynamic positively, bonus points for sworn brotherhood or implied future poly WangNingXian but honestly I’ll take anything that celebrates these two) strongest potions @lewiscarrolatemybrain​

💖 WWWWXD (What would Wei Wuxian Do?) Series by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 55k, wangxian, modern, high school and forward, fluff, panic attacks, angst w/ happy ending, autistic lwj, grief/mourning) is nice. Lwj and wn interaction is most prominent in the second fic I think, but they have a very nice interplay throughout! Maybe slightly too in the background for asker

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10. may i ask for fics with wwx being friends with civilians or being loved by the people of lotus pier or something to that effect?

Flowers Blooming by Ilona22 (M, 35k, WangXian, Adoption, Prostitution, Family Fluff, Family Drama, Growing Up)

Away from Trouble by Ilona22 (M, 15k, WangXian, Not Jiang Family Friendly, WangXian gets a happy ending)

the river brought you here by chilianxianzi (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, not JC friendly, Past abuse, Strangulation, Found Family)

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11. id love some fics with wwx being the one to fix nmj's cultivation (plus minus wq) ❤️ or else maybe wwx&nmj friendship?

Bring Your Honor, Bring Your Shame by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (M, 94k, WangXian, YL WWX, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Original Character(s), Romance, Drama, Qiongqi Path Divergence, NMJ Qi Deviation)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

Talking to Strangers by thetrickisnotminding (G, 4k, NMJ & WWX, NMJ & LSZ, Canon Divergence, Cute Kids, Age Regression/De-Aging, Curses, Burial Mounds Settlement Days) has wwx&nmj (& maybe implied wwx fixing stuff in the future

everyone has a braincell of their very own Series by MarbleGlove (T, 22k, WangXian, Medical Procedures, Demonic Cultivation, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Self-Indulgent, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics) takes a while to get to the nie issue in this but they get there

The Core Issue by Hauntcats (T, 21k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly)

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12. but chance, are there fics where 'mxy' (wwx) becomes the jin sect leader after jiggy dies? to spare jin ling or other reasons? or maybe just his jin blood/looks come into play somehow? thank you! 🥰

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13. ITMF establish relationship fics? Preferably ones that are long and feature lots of cute and squeal worth moments from our favorite couple. The can be canon or au, both are good!

your love is sunlight by doodlebutt (T, 41k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Fluff fluff and more fluff, Everybody Lives, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Slow Burn, Established Relationship, everyone gets a happy ending)

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14. Hello, This is for “I’m In The Mood For”: Are there any fics that are canon compliant or at least in universe and mostly cc that either includes or focuses on what it might have been like for Wangxian to be together as cut-sleeves in their universe? How they would be treated, stuff like that.

Thank you for all you do. @themisfithuman

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15. Hello! Any fics where wwx is turned into a girl temporarily and then wangxian experiments with wwx's new body parts? Thank you!

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16. Hi, in the mood for some BAMF Wen Ning 😊

A Dire Place by LtLJ (T, 29k, WangXian, CQL canon, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Spoilers for The Living Dead, BAMF WWX, YL WWX, Angst, Kidnapping, Trauma, Happy Ending, References to WWX's Canon Character Death, Canon Temporary Character Death, BAMF WN, Case Fic)

break by justdoityoufucker (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, LXC Critical, JC Critical, Canonical Character Death, Guānyīn Temple Scene, BAMF WN, Protective WN)

Sect Leader Wen Qionglin by maya_brainstormed (mayachain) (T, 2k, LSZ & WN, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Multiple, BAMF WN, Protective Siblings, Cousins, No Sunshot Campaign, Capital Punishment, Rebuilding)

The Return Series by LtLJ (G, 63k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Angst with a Happy Ending, BAMF WWX, BAMF JC, breaks from canon during the time skip, YL WWX, CQL Canon, BAMF LWJ, BAMF NHS, Hurt/Comfort, WQ Lives) there’s a more subtle running thread of bamf!ning’er throughout this series too

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17. Hey! Can i get your best recs for mulan au wangxian fics? ❤️

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