#oblivion x reader

[mamadovie]

♰ . . . RULES.

I am over eighteen years old - I will write 18+ content, so minors, please be wary and make sure to check my posts before reading them. I will always have an 18+, MDNI in bold and purple.

I will write for pretty much all of the characters. The lesser known will be more OOC due to the lack of content.

I do write for modded characters.

I am female and bisexual, so I am flexible with my writings.

I do not write sexually about any of the non-human races. (Argonian and Khajiit).

All of my writing will be GN unless requested otherwise.

I will write triggering topics, such as: depression. But nothing that goes against basic morals (rape, abuse). I always put any warnings.

I won't respond right away, but I will with time.

If you want me to write for multiple characters: four is the limit.

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[visionsofcarnality]

Dirty Old Man ! Joel Headcanons NSFW!!

Part two!

Dirty Old Man Joel who’s never tried digital p0rn, only his old magazines that are yellow with age.

Dirty Old Man Joel who’s never googled p0rn before until he’s typing you features after the word and burying himself in the results.

Dirty Old Man Joel who offers to do your laundry when you’re busy so he can sneak a peek at what undies you wear.

Dirty Old Man Joel who tells you that, no, he didn’t see your favorite black silky pair in the wash… They must’ve gotten eaten by the dryer or something.

Dirty Old Man Joel who jerks off into those same panties that night. The first time he’s been able to cum twice in the same night since his divorce.

Dirty Old Man Joel who hears your vibrator through the thin apartment walls of your shared building and fists his cock to your barely audible moans.

Dirty Old Man Joel who, when you come home from a filling, fakes shock that you had a cavity. “I hear your toothbrush every night. You go to town with that thing.” And enjoys watching you blush and splutter in embarrassment.

Dirty Old Man Joel who smirks to himself when his one night stand makes a comment about his “grouchy neighbor giving me a dirty look”

Dirty Old Man Joel who opens the door dripping wet from his shower because he heard you pounding on his door.

Dirty Old Man Joel who thanks you for picking his wallet up off the hallway floor and returning it to him.

Dirty Old Man Joel who dropped it on purpose so he could answer the door fresh from the shower.

Dirty Old Man Joel who clutches his towel tighter around his waist to hide his hard-on when he watches you blatantly check him out.

Dirty Old Man Joel who knows through the wall when you’re faking an orgasm for the sake of your shitty boyfriend and dreams about making you cum for real.

Dirty Old Man Joel who bakes you cookies after you tell him in passing that your boyfriend was cheating on you.

Dirty Old Man Joel who hugs you while you cry and totally doesn’t offer his apartment if you get lonely and want to watch a movie.

Dirty Old Man Joel who fucks you on the sofa when you inevitably come over, having to push your face into one of his old throw pillows to muffle your sounds.

Dirty Old Man Joel who makes you cum twice on his face and once on his fingers before he gives you his cock because he just popped a viagra and it hasn’t kicked in yet.

Dirty Old Man Joel who then uses the power of Viagra to fuck you into oblivion for several hours until you’re certain you can’t speak.

Dirty Old Man Joel who cums inside you every time because he got a vasectomy after his divorce and you’re both clean.

Dirty Old Man Joel who laughs at you when your legs start shaking as he’s plowing into you and smacks your face “You alive in there, kiddo?” while he’s balls deep in your cunt.

Dirty Old Man Joel who knows just how to grind against you to have you screaming even after you’ve already just cum.

Dirty Old Man Joel who hasn’t used his phone to take a picture in months but now he’s putting on his glasses and figuring out the buttons because he wants to take a picture of his cum leaking out of your pussy.

Dirty Old Man Joel who, despite his perviness, comes to clean you up with a warm washcloth and cuddles you into his chest after you’re thoroughly fucked dumb on his cock and drooling in pleasure.

Dirty Old Man Joel who only lets you go back to your apartment when he’s sure you’re ready and drops off breakfast the next morning because “you must’ve worked up an appetite.”

Dirty Old Man Joel who tells you to come over any time you want.

You and Dirty Old Man Joel who set up ‘movie nights’ and even go through the trouble of making popcorn.

Before you ask, no, he doesn’t remember what movie you put on.

[bloodyblackack]

Toji accidentally smacking your booty short covered ass so hard while you lie over his lap casually just using your phone. The shock of the sting had your toes curling and your butt clenching as you yelp out suddenly before rolling off of him and onto the floor with your face contorted in pain, stuck in silent scream mode. He sometimes forgot just how strong he really was but the way you backed up to him on all fours with your ass facing him as you weakly asked “is it red? It is isn’t it you asshole!” With teary eyes had him chuckling nonstop like the menace he is, only making you whine out even more as you crawled to the farthest edge of the couch.

[nyxronomicon]

But Endeavor, whose only been a perfunctory fucker now eating pussy, your pussy, for the first time and he just does the messiest job of it. Just down there exploring every fold with his fat fingers- hearts in his eyes and juice in his chin

ANON... 🥴🥴🥴 please you are so right all he knows is breeding... (RIP don't look at me) he's gotta learn how to eat someone out sometime...

Endeavor x gn!reader (w vagina) cw: messy messy oral, fingering (thick fingers...), rough, overstim, reader squirts pet names: baby

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"Higher- ah!" Your sharp moan told him that he found the right spot, his tongue flicking your clit. He was clumsy and awkward, like he didn't quite know how to move his mouth now that he'd found your sweet spot. Your fingers slid into his hair as his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves.

You briefly looked at him, seeing his piercing blue eyes gazing back at you. There was a dusting of pink on his cheeks, uncertainty seeping onto his features. You wanted to tell him how adorable it was, how much you were in love with this version of Enji Todoroki. But you knew better, he wouldn't take that compliment well. He'd get hyper masculine, pin you down before getting rough and pounding his heavy cock into you.

He tried to pull away out of insecurity, but you tugged his hair with just enough force to keep him between your thighs. "Want you right here." You held him in place, seeing his eyes widen slightly and the flush of his cheeks become a deeper red.

The bashful expression lasted less than a moment, his eyes flickering closed as he sucked your clit. When he opened them again, they were full of determination. Enji suddenly pulled your hips closer to the edge of the bed to get a better angle. You felt his thick fingers dance between your folds, throwing your head back as he teased you.

"Enji," you moaned his name, arching your back as a finger pushed into you. Your cunt practically sucked him in, and he groaned as he imagined his throbbing cock getting the same treatment.

There was a glisten of sweat clinging to your skin. Your fingernails dug into his scalp as he sucked your clit hard, flicking at the bud with his tongue as his finger searched your pussy for your g-spot. A second finger pushed into you, your core throbbing for more. You threw your head back, losing control of your body as you could feel pleasure creeping up your spine.

You were so fucking sexy. He needed to taste your cum on his lips. It was all he could think as his fingers pressed your g-spot, instantly pulling lewd sounds from your lips. He smirked, his tongue now only lightly swirling around your clit as he focused on finger-fucking you. You were close, he could tell from the way you tightened around him.

"That's it, baby." He growled into your pussy, "cum for me." With another rough suck on your bundle of nerves, he prodded your g-spot relentlessly. His blue eyes were trained on you, watching every minute change as your breath hitched.

Your cunt tipped over the edge with ecstasy, Enji holding you in place as he continued his ministrations. It quickly spread through your whole body, thighs twitching as you felt yourself getting oversensitive. You mumbled his name, writhing in his grip as you rode out the orgasm.

"Just a lil' more..." He continued, "c'mon baby," his motions intensified, sensitivity instantly sending a more intense wave of pleasure through you. You could feel yourself squirt into his mouth, almost embarrassing had he not immediately started licking the essence from your folds.

He cleaned you out like a starved man, slowly and gently letting you come down from your high. He continued to watch you with adoration in his gaze, his cock throbbing with desire. When he finally pulled away from your cunt, you saw his smirk drenched in your juices.

"How was that?" He spoke quietly, but with confidence. Your expression and the fact that you were still catching your breath told him the answer.

"Not bad for a first timer." You chuckled through heavy breaths.

"Oh?" He climbed on top of you with a grin, pinning your arms above your head. "How 'bout I show you my expertise?"

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@rottiens if I have to brainrot about this man you do too

[pure-oddity]

(PT2) Had an idea for a kind of open relationship with price and -

Captain price who leaves an open offer on the table for all his subordinates. He's a good Captain, a caring and attentive Captain. Likes to give what's his a reason to stay his. So he offers up his attentions and services, helping the needy sergeants and the high-strung lieutenant relax and just let go for a moment.

Offers the same to you, much to your embarrassment. You've walked in on him with the boys more than once.

Soaps mouth stretched wide around the Captains cock, nose pressed against a full happy trail while he drools and cries.

Heard Gaz's breathy whines, sat on his captains cock while the man fists the sergeants cock.

And through the crack of a door watched as the big bad ghost is bent over and fucked tenderly, ears straining to hear hushed praise and words of affection.

You deny yourself to the point of hysteria. High strung, vicious, teeth bared and biting at friend and foe alike. Until you can't. Until his fingers look too good, and your thighs part open at the rumble of his voice. With wet eyes and trembling lips you try to beg for what you want - only to be hushed by your captain because -

"I know what you need darling, it's alright. Captains got ya' "

[anto-pops]

The Hypothesis - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: The hand on your throat was gentle but firm, and your stomach flipped at the vulnerability of it all. You weren’t even sure you had it in you to do what he was asking but Merlin, did he make it sound enticing. Somewhere in your brain the sixteen year old version of yourself was combusting. How many times since starting school had you fantasized about Sebastian? About the two of you tangled in sheets and lost in the euphoria of one another? You could scarcely believe some of the fantasies your hormonal teenage mind had conjured up, but you had never considered anything as bold as this.

Alternatively summarized as pure, shameless Sebastian smut

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content

Full fic can be found here on Ao3

It was easy for you to tell when things were getting bad again. 

At first you had chalked it up to your menstrual cycle, as embarrassing as that was. It wasn’t unusual for you to get headaches or chills, or even act outright cruel when it was that time of the month. But the more time passed, the worse things got, and you knew the night you woke from a nightmare with red bolts crackling over your arms that this was decidedly not your period. 

Isidora’s magic now lived inside you, as volatile and unpredictable as it was powerful. Absorbing it had changed you on a molecular level- you were no longer the sixteen year old girl who had arrogantly believed she could wield a magic darker than the Unforgivable Curses. You knew with each passing day you were drifting further and further from the person you used to be, falling victim to your darker impulses routinely. Less of your excursions beyond the castle walls ended peacefully. In fact, you often sought out fights. While most of the Ashwinder camps and Poaching Rings had been taken care of in the years since Ranrok, there were always stragglers. 

You took a disturbing amount of pleasure in ripping those people apart. 

All due in large part to Isidora’s magical goodie bag you’d elected to open. The accumulated power demanded to be used, and at this point it took everything in you not to lose control in the middle of your classes. Despite the sheer magnitude of your abilities, you had never felt weaker. Your magic had never been something you had to war against in your own mind, and you certainly had never perceived it as a threat to yourself. 

Now though, you weren’t sure. 

The only person you’d been able to confide in about it all was Sebastian. Sebastian, who had made good on his promise to you and Ominis to stay the good course. Sebastian, who had worked harder than anyone to coexist with the demons you knew still raged in his head. He was, quite literally, the only person you could imagine sharing your turmoil with. Picturing Ominis’ particular brand of disappointment at your revelation had made you sick to your stomach for a week before you had banished the idea entirely. 

Sebastian, though. His sharp eyes had darkened when you’d told him the truth of what you’d done below Hogwarts and how you feared losing control. The way you tamed the raging fire inside of you with fighting and blood. The piercing regret you felt at ever taking this cursed power out of the repository in the first place. He had only looked at you with curiosity, maybe even a little admiration, before gathering you in his arms. 

“I won’t tell a soul, you have my word.” 

The Slytherin boy had come to you with an idea shortly thereafter. A hypothesis if you will, he had said. With instructions to meet him in the Undercroft after ten, you’d made a point to fly out towards the Clagmar Coast in the hours before dark. Regardless of Sebastian’s so-called ‘hypothesis’, you didn’t want to risk feeling… overwhelmed, when you met with him. The power from the repository had a way of buzzing in the back of your mind, steadily getting louder if you chose to ignore it. If taking out a few scattered Poacher camps quieted it down some, you would happily do so. 

By the time you returned to Hogwarts, there were no students milling about. It made for a peaceful trek to the Undercroft, allowing you to gather your bearings and blink the fog from your mind. While you didn’t plan to put much stock into Sebastian’s unknown idea, the least you could do was hear him out. If whatever he wanted to suggest was something that could make existing with this power more bearable, you were willing to try. It scared you to think about what you would become in a few months, or in a year. Would you even be the same? Or would you end up a husk of your former self, controlled by the very magic you had been hell bent on taking in the first place? 

It seemed like the most plausible outcome. 

The iron gate clanged back into place behind you as you stepped into the Undercroft. Noting the dim lights and rearranged crates towards the back, you scanned the room and found no sign of the boy who had summoned you. 

“Sebastian?” 

Footsteps sounded to your left, and you looked in time to see Sebastian push off the wall and make his way towards you. Immediately you noticed he was missing his cloak. Then you saw his white button up and dark trousers, and you realized you had never seen him so dressed down. His stride was full of purpose, a predatory glint in his eyes as he came to stand less than a foot away from you. 

Instinct screamed at you to move back. In your experience, anyone getting that close to you usually meant they were going to try and kill you. But this was Sebastian, you reasoned, and mentally chided yourself for even letting the thought cross your mind. So instead you tilted your chin up to meet his penetrating gaze. 

“Care to enlighten me as to why we’re down here after hours?” 

His eyes flicked between yours for a few seconds before they began roaming, wandering down your stiff form. You still wore your travel gear, a black cotton ensemble with a small leather chest plate for protection. You’d crafted a sheath for the modest dagger you kept strapped to your thigh in case of emergencies, and the scarf you’d wrapped around your neck for the evening hung precariously off your shoulder.

Sebastian brought one of his hands up to your cheek, his fingers hovering slightly over the scar left from your battle in the repository years ago. “I told you. I want to test my hypothesis.” 

“Right,” you rolled your eyes and willed the churning in your gut to subside. “And we would get so much farther with that if I knew what you were talking about wouldn’t we?” 

A ghost of a smirk danced across his features, giving you whiplash. What was he thinking? And what the hell was he planning? 

He finally brushed the back of his finger down your cheek, the touch barely there. The featherlight feeling caused goosebumps to break out all over your skin. He trailed it lower, under your chin and skimmed the line of your jaw before you felt his digits splay across the slender column of your neck. There was no stopping the startled gasp that left your lips at the brazen action, and Sebastian seemed to take a deep rooted pleasure in it. 

“I want to believe that you’re out of control because you’ve been in control for too long,” he started to say and tugged you closer. “All that power simmering beneath the surface, it's all you can focus on, isn’t it?” 

There was no chance in hell you trusted yourself to speak, so you nodded. 

Now he was smirking, “I want to see what happens when you give up control. When you stop holding the magic back and just let it flow through you instead. Don’t be afraid of what’ll happen if you let yourself feel it— rather, open yourself to the experience. But I think we both know you’re far too uptight for that, and you’ll fight tooth and nail against your better urges, so I want you to let me take control. Let me steer the boat for a while. You just sit pretty and relax, sound good?”

The hand on your throat was gentle but firm, and your stomach flipped at the vulnerability of it all. You weren’t even sure you had it in you to do what he was asking but Merlin, did he make it sound enticing. Somewhere in your brain the sixteen year old version of yourself was combusting. How many times since starting school had you fantasized about Sebastian? About the two of you tangled in sheets and lost in the euphoria of one another? You could scarcely believe some of the fantasies your hormonal teenage mind had conjured up, but you had never considered anything as bold as this. 

Dumbly realizing you’d been gaping up at him like a fish, you gave his wrist a testing squeeze before nodding. “Alright… how?”

He smiled down at you in earnest, that lust filled look in his eyes deepening by the second. “Now where would be the fun in telling you?”

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Butterflies was no longer an appropriate term to describe what you were feeling. No, at this point it was more akin to a hurricane tearing you apart from the inside, your anxiety heightened at having been rendered so helpless. Sebastian had wasted little time in whisking you over to the chaise lounge tucked behind the rearranged crates after you’d agreed to essentially let him fuck you. Because that’s what this was, right? He had yet to speak the words but his eyes communicated his intentions well enough. He had gotten to work quickly, tugging his tie from his pocket and coming to stand behind you. You had felt the silky material drift over your eyes before Sebastian knotted it snugly behind your head. 

Blindfolded. 

It hadn’t even been a full minute with it on and you were already shaking, the unknown aspect of everything you were about to do riddling you with undue stress. Sebastian zero’d in on your discomfort right away, sliding his arms around you from behind and pulling you against him. 

“Just relax, I promise you’re safe with me. We can stop at any point and if you don’t like something I do, tell me.” 

His thumbs traced burning circles against the thin cotton of your shirt. With him holding you this way, it was impossible to overlook the hard expanse of his torso pressed against your back. You were overcome with the unique scent of him; cedar and pine, and that telltale musk you could only identify as Sebastian. Unable to see, it felt all the more intimate having to rely on your other senses. 

You forced a shaky breath into your lungs and held it for a second before exhaling. “Okay.”

One of his hands abandoned your waist to trail under your shirt, relishing in the soft skin he felt waiting there. Deft fingers skimmed over your ribs, then your breasts, and you inhaled sharply as he took one of your nipples between his fingers and pinched. “So responsive. Have you ever let anyone touch you like this?” 

As though to punctuate the question, Sebastian moved down your breasts to feel along the plane of your belly to your nether region. His hand slipped beneath the waistband of your trousers, his fingers ghosting over where he knew you wanted them most, and he chuckled at the disappointed sigh you let slip. He nestled his chin into the crook of your neck so his breath tickled your ear as he asked, “Has anyone ever touched you here?” 

Shamelessly your hips twitched closer to Sebastian’s hand, desperate for some kind of stimulation. You were pathetic. Crumbling in his hands— as if you had even been put together in the first place. He drew his hand away from your aching core, clicking his tongue at you, and slowly guided you towards the chaise lounge. He continued to feel over your abdomen with his arms securely wrapped around you before stopping short of the cushions. “Good things come to those who wait,” he chided. “Or are you so desperate to be filled that you’re content to ride my fingers?” 

“Fuck, Sebastian.” You didn’t recognize your own voice. It sounded reedy- airy. Like you were already out of breath and he’d simply been whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

You felt as he untangled his arms from your waist, then he spun you around and gave you a light shove. The backs of your calves connected with the lounge behind you, and with a barely contained yelp you collapsed onto the velvet surface. 

Sebastian was on you in an instant, his lips claiming yours like he had been starved of your very essence as he hoisted you further up the cushions. His hands were demanding, gripping your hips with such fervor as he kissed you that you were certain he’d leave bruises. You felt him slot his knee between your thighs for better leverage over you, but when he leaned forward to trail wet, hot kisses down your jaw, his leg pressed against that bundle of nerves at your core. 

There was no helping it, you moaned into Sebastian’s mouth at the sensation. Your sounds seemed to stoke the fire, given how he tightened his grip and practically rolled his hips against yours. He was clearly as eager as you were.

Sebastian broke the kiss first to sit back on his heels as he perched on your lap, your body effectively caged beneath his strong legs. His hands roamed over you, taking loose articles of clothing with him as he went, starting with your scarf. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. So willing and pliant.” 

He let the flimsy fabric flutter to the floor before his fingers were tugging at the strings that attached your leather chest plate to your shoulders. That was pried away and discarded along with the rest of the strappy accessories that littered your form. A gasp ripped from your throat as Sebastian’s hands found your breasts beneath your shirt again, kneading and squeezing the skin in a way that had a familiar feeling building within you. 

“I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to lay with you. How you would feel, what you would look like falling apart on my cock. I want to see that facade slip- I want to watch you flustered and panting and full of my cum, begging for more.”

Without a shadow of a doubt, your brain was short circuiting. To hear such raunchy and filthy promises dripping from Sebastian’s mouth was enough to have you clenching your thighs around his knee, desperate for any kind of friction to accompany the wetness pooling there. He took note of your wriggling instantly and pulled his leg back, leaving you aching and mewling like a mongrel in heat. 

“Ah ah ah, that’s not very patient behavior now is it?” You could hear the grin in his voice as he slid away from you. The chill of the Undercroft covered you instantly, goosebumps breaking out over the exposed flesh of your torso. 

“P-please,” you heard yourself moan. You had no idea what you were even asking for, but you felt Sebastian’s warm hands begin to trail up the tops of your legs, towards the waistband of your pants, before swiftly yanking them down to your ankles. You could feel your face flushing red, the sheer intimacy of being exposed to him in nothing but your undergarments enough to make your heart pound against your chest and drown out the incessant buzz of magic in the back of your mind. 

His ministrations were thoughtful, seeing as he didn’t skip over an inch of skin. Soft, plush lips pressed against your inner thighs, eliciting a shiver from you, before he moved up higher to your naval. He placed another kiss there as his hands roamed up to remove your thin top. It took no time at all, and before you knew it you were laid bare before your most trusted companion. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said to you, causing you to flush deeper. “I’m serious. You’re perfect. All of you is perfect–”

You felt his thumb roughly press against your clit through your underwear then, and you gasped as you arched your back into his touch. “Right here especially. This perfect pussy, so wet for me and we’ve barely even started.” 

The slow, easy circles he traced against your most private area wasn’t enough. He was holding back on purpose, deriving some sort of twisted pleasure in denying you yours. Fighting the urge to buck your hips into his hand, your chest heaved with the massive breath you took in. 

“Questions? Comments? Concerns?” 

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t get on with it, Sallow.” 

You felt his body rock above yours as he barked out a laugh, removing his hand entirely from your clit, much to your dismay. “Is that so? Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead.” 

“No! Merlin, please— don’t stop, I just… I want—“ you blushed from embarrassment as you tripped over your words. The effect this man had on you… 

Sebastian chuckled and started to move so that he no longer caged your body to the lounge, and you instantly missed his weight and warmth. It didn’t last long, however. Before long he had slithered down to kneel in front of you, and you felt as he grabbed your waist and pivoted you so your legs dangled over the edge of your seat. The spark of arousal you felt at being so easily manhandled didn’t escape you. 

“I know,” he finished for you. “Believe me, I know exactly what you want. But you’re letting me steer remember? It wouldn’t be very nice to go back on your word now, would it?” 

You almost told him to hell with it, screw his hypothesis. You foresaw yourself flipping the two of you over so you could take exactly what you wanted from him whether he liked it or not. But then you felt his mouth dance over the thin cloth separating your wet heat from his soft lips, and the fight evaporated from you as the tip of his finger slipped under the fabric and tugged it away gently. 

This damned tie would be the death of you— you’d never wanted to look at someone this badly. The urge to snatch it off was intense. 

Sebastian trailed his fingers around your sex, the teasing touches working you into a frenzy as he took his time toying with you. His other arm came up to press down on your hips, preventing any unwanted jerking or bucking on your part. You were completely at Sebastian’s mercy, your mouth hanging open in a silent plea. 

When his lips closed around your swollen clit, you kicked your head back with a cacophony of sounds. Your cries seemed to fuel Sebastian as he kissed and licked at your center with reckless abandon. The feeling of your muscles tensing beneath him— because of him— drove him wild with lust. The arm bracing your hips pressed down harder as he probed your entrance with his tongue, and there was no stopping the drawn out moan you released at the feeling. 

As you fell apart before him, Sebastian drank in the sight. Your cheeks were flushed with desire, chest heaving with the sharp gasps and pants that fell from your lips. He could see the hair along your arms standing on end, and your kiss-swollen lips mouthed a slew of words that never came out. 

He knew then he was addicted to you. There would be no stopping what was to come after this. 

Quickly, and rather mercifully you might add, Sebastian replaced his tongue with one of his slender fingers, curling it upwards. It reached far deeper than before, the feeling making your toes curl. Letting your head tip back so hit the back of the lounge with a thunk, you heard and felt Sebastian chuckle against you. Taking your relaxed posture as a good sign, he pumped his finger a few times before tentatively adding a second. The stretch was uncomfortable at first, but with his skilled mouth making quick work of you, the discomfort vanished. 

“F-Fuck Sebastian, I can’t much longer, I’m— fuck—“ he silenced you with his tongue, never lessening his attention against your center as he felt you progressively get tighter around his fingers. The grip he had on you would surely leave bruises, but the thought of Sebastian’s marks lingering on your naked body pushed you clean over the edge. 

With a cry of ecstasy you came around Sebastian’s fingers, the stars dancing in your eyes blinding against the steady darkness of his tie. He held you through your orgasm, relishing in each tiny twitch that slipped through your limb body. His mouth stayed on you, overstimulating you until you found the strength to palm at his shoulder. 

He broke away with a wicked strand of saliva dangling between the two of you. The sight sent another bolt of arousal through him, his neglected cock straining against his trousers. 

A few beats passed, the only sound in the Undercroft that of your ragged breathing. Sebastian finally released your waist and scaled the lounge, caging you between the cushions and himself. Cupping your jaw he brought your lips to his, and the taste of yourself on his mouth had you sighing into the kiss. You felt like putty as Sebastian’s warm hands roused you from your post coital state. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, exploring and tasting every inch he could as he lightly pet your hair back. 

Breaking apart took an eternity, but at some point Sebastian opted to get on with things and stepped away from the lounge. You wanted to protest, but then you heard the metal buckle of his belt clink in a way that told you more was yet to come. The muffled sound of clothing being shed had heat pooling in your gut once again. Your knees pressed together instinctually. 

Watching you fall apart was as magnificent as Sebastian had always imagined it would be. Better, even. Seeing your body overcome with pleasure had imbued him with a sense of self-fulfillment that he only wanted to expand upon. Recalling your trembling legs on either side of him, your nails digging into the cushions of the lounge, and your unruly hair tumbling all around you; it only made Sebastian want you that much more. 

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, and you whimpered.

In a split second Sebastian was ravaging you once again. You gasped as he curled those strong arms under your hips and yanked you down so you were flush with his achingly hard cock. Fuck, did you want to see him. The sheer size of him felt intimidating, his thick shaft pulsing with obvious desire against you, and you heard him groan at the feeling. 

You were positive his hands left scorch marks along your thighs as he gripped them, willing himself to maintain his composure and not slam into you all at once. An inherent, primitive part of him demanded that he fill you, mark you, claim you, all for himself.

On cue you wriggled in Sebastian’s grip, and your slick rubbing against the sensitive head of his cock was all the go ahead he needed. 

Despite his baser urges, Sebastian moved slowly as he aligned himself. He teased along your entrance a few times, committing your stuttered breathing to memory, before gingerly pressing the head into your tight heat. 

“F-Fuck darling, you feel incredible,” he breathed the quiet praises along the smooth skin of your leg, leaving a chaste kiss there before inching his cock in deeper. “Feels amazing.”

The intrusion felt so right in a million different ways. You could barely keep one thought in your mind before twelve more came and replaced it. At this angle you could feel every part of Sebastian sheathed inside of you. His fingers were nothing compared to his cock; it filled you in all the right places, rubbing tantalizingly along your sweet spot as he pulled out nearly all the way, and plunged back in. 

“Fuck! S-Sebastian, you’re so big—“ his hips snapping against yours dragged a cry from your throat, and your hands fisted uselessly against the cushions beneath you. 

Sebastian took note as he set a steady rhythm, grinding his balls against your ass with each rough pass of his cock. He released his hold on your leg, letting it fall against the seat as he gathered your wrists in one hand before pinning them against the back of the lounge. 

You were spread wide for him like this, with your hands restrained above your head and both legs knocked to the side. Sebastian’s free hand came to fist in your hair, tugging your head to the side to lick a wet stripe up the flushed column of your neck. He bit and sucked at the skin there, the sensation of teeth and his tongue laving over the bites too much for your fried brain. 

When he released your hair, you momentarily missed the sting of his grip before you felt the pad of his thumb press down on your clit. 

You didn’t even know what the hell you were saying. Words were definitely falling from your lips but aside from Sebastian’s name and a flurry of curses and moans, the rest got lost in translation. It was too much— without your eyes to take in the scene, your other senses were working in overdrive. Your sweat slick skin prickled, and you felt a shock pass between your and Sebastian’s conjoined hands above you. His grunts and shouts of your name pushed you closer to that familiar coiling in your gut. 

“Please please please— Sebastian I need to see you, please let me look at you. I can’t much longer— fuck—“

You heard an animalistic growl reverberate from deep in Sebastian’s chest before you felt him let go of your wrists and tug his tie over your head. The sight that greeted you was nothing short of sinful, as far as you were concerned. 

Gone was the lanky, boyish-cute Slytherin who you’d first met in your fifth-year. Sebastian was wholly a man now. His broad shoulders were well defined from years of dueling, and the muscles along his back were rippling with each concentrated thrust of his hips. The taut stomach you could now see made your mouth water, your fingers itching to trail down that patch of hair that led to where you were connected. His dark stare was trained solely on you, watching how you reacted as he drank in the hazy, fucked out look in your eyes. You reached for him then, and Sebastian let his fingers intertwine with your own before he shifted so you were flat across the lounge with his delicious weight pressed against your core. 

He began to move faster then, the force of his cock ramming into you causing you to slide up the lounge until your head bumped the arm rest and he was fucking noisy cries of his name right out of you. Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes, your second orgasm being dragged out of you, and you frantically began rutting back with the slightest give you were allowed. 

“More darling?” Sebastian sputtered out a broken moan in your ear, “You want more?” 

“Yes! Yes yes, please Sebastian please, give me everything— fuck—“

With a rough growl, Sebastian was pulling out of you entirely, leaving you whimpering and mewling your displeasure before his hands were back on your waist. You were boneless and completely at his mercy as he dragged you back down the lounge, looping one of his strong arms under your back so you were arched towards him as he rammed his cock back into you, not even pausing to draw breath before he was fucking you straight through the surface, brutal in how rough he was pounding into you but fuck— if it isn’t exactly what you needed. 

Your spine rounded further off the lounge as you flung your head back and wailed for Sebastian, your nails coming up to claw at his back and over his shoulders then down his arms, leaving angry red stripes in their wake. Your voice was so much needier, so much raspier than Sebastian ever remembered hearing it. As he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, his free hand trailing up your chest and gripping your throat again, squeezing just hard enough to pull you on to his cock with more force, and when your eyes flew open with a choked gasp, he saw the red sparks crackling behind the irises. 

When you finally came, you screamed, long and loud, and Sebastian knew better than to stop now, so he picked up his pace, fucking you through your orgasm while he chased his own. It didn’t take him much longer, the tight heat of your pulsing cunt more than enough to send him spiraling over the edge with you. 

Sebastian came with a grunt, the tempo of his hips faltering before he ground his cock deep within you and you felt him empty inside. The final sensation brought you higher than you ever thought possible, and through your closed eyelids you saw flashes of red all around you. 

Sebastian opened his bleary eyes and was greeted by one hell of a sight— you were glowing. Literally. Red sparks of lightning seemed to dance over your entire body, fizzling out at the top of your head and the tips of your fingers and toes. You were so caught up in the euphoria of your come down that you barely noticed Sebastian had stopped moving until you felt his hand on your cheek. 

You cracked an eye open at him, the blissfully fucked out look on your face overshadowed entirely by the unique coloring to your eyes. They were glowing red, too. 

“Holy fuck,” Sebastian whispered, his voice gravelly. His eyes were unblinking as they roamed your naked body, taking in the sight of Isidora’s power slipping out around you both, charging the air and tickling his skin in the areas you were still connected. 

You realized it then too, raising your hand to your face in time to watch the bolts of magic recede back beneath your skin. The residual glow behind your eyes faded, leaving a calm silence in its wake. Your head felt clear, the constant buzzing you’d grown accustomed to nowhere to be found. When Sebastian took your hand in his you found yourself searching his expression for any signs of fear or repulsion at your unintentional revelation. 

Instead you simply saw pure adoration. 

“That was incredible,” he practically purred as he pulled out, and you instantly missed the feeling of being filled by him. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” 

Despite your better judgment, you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious that he had seen anything at all. You pushed yourself up, drawing your knees to your chest to wrap your arms around yourself protectively. 

“It’s not incredible,” you murmured. “It’s unfortunate. It’s a terrible reminder that I should have left well enough alone. I’m a freak.” 

“Hey,” his hands were so gentle, so at odds with the rough nature they had exhibited not even five minutes earlier. “Don’t say that, please. You’re not a freak. You did exactly what you thought was right– if you hadn’t we would all probably be dead right now. But if it’s any consolation, I meant the sex was incredible. Not that you glowing wasn’t incredible too– I mean, you’ve always been beautiful. The magic just gave you a little extra flare.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his reassurances. Of course Sebastian of all people would find something positive to say about the unknown, ancient magic that thrummed in your veins. 

He let his hands drift from your shoulders to cup your cheeks, pulling your half hidden face out of your knees to kiss you deeply. The action said everything words couldn’t, and you found yourself leaning further into his touch, chasing the warmth that you so desperately craved. 

After a few languid moments Sebastian asked, “How do you feel?” 

You knew what he meant. “Better. A lot better, actually. Usually it feels like there’s something… sentient at the back of my mind. It’s always there, but not now. It’s quiet.” 

That trademark grin of his appeared in a flash, and you knew then that you had fortuitously inflated his ego. “So you’d say my hypothesis was valid? Does that mean this can be considered a treatment method in the future?” 

A bark of laughter escaped you as you reached up to swat his shoulder. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sallow. Some things have to be earned.”

Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you again, the feeling of his lips on yours chasing away any lingering doubts or concerns. Maybe your magic would worsen. Maybe it really would change you entirely if you gave it enough time. But until that day came, so long as you had Sebastian with you, the thought didn’t seem quite as scary. Perhaps with him by your side, you could find an alternative and right the wrongs of the past. 

Only time would be able to tell. 

[simpingforcys]

To be laying beside (or on top) of the short racer king man holding him like a doll cupping his cheek that for some reason feels soft like a marshmallow maybe he programmed it himself who knows, caressing his face with your fingers while kissing him over and over<333 his little giggles and silly noises of "hoohoo~"s as you dote on him since he's not used to getting so close and personal with someone cuz of secret identity I mean what you're not suppose to know that hahaaaa

You lean in down to whisper in his ear "I love seeing you ride on those tracks... has anyone ridden you~?"

[jethrowest]

ink stains

some light banter, an easygoing evening. can be thought of as a companion piece to this one-shot, but doesn’t have to be read before this one. you and jethro are an established couple now, lucky you! time for a little office (orifice) shenanigans.

pairing : jethro west/afab reader

warnings : clitoral stimulation, very mild choking. 18+, mdni

writing tag

divider credit

Retrieving decanter of amber liquid from Jethro’s private stash, you wait for him to wrap up for the night, pouring a small amount into separate glasses. You make yourself comfortable on the edge of his desk while you swirl the spirits about, disturbing them in their once stationary phase.

He watches you with a noncommittal air, most of his attention on the conversation he’s having over the phone. You place his drink next to his notes and hold onto yours, taking gradual sips.

Every once in awhile, he jots down what’s fed to him on the other end of the line. You listen to the calming, hypnotic scratch of pen against paper, briefly shutting your eyes.

It’s a lazy evening for you both and you want to bask in it as much as possible. You sigh, inhaling his deep, soothing voice.

A few minutes pass, potent booze bubbling and settling in your stomach. You appreciate its burn, absentmindedly surveying the simple office decor as if you haven’t seen it hundreds of times.

Jethro seizes this chance to inspect you without detection, his multitasking skills ever prevalent.

You are, to put it bluntly, not what he expected. Alluring physical attributes aside, you are someone he surprisingly discovered he can dig his claws into while your individuality remains intact. To add, you still make it plain that you want to be here, with him and no one else. You’re frankly… subtle about it. Subtle yet impressive enough for him to notice.

None of it scares him. Over time, he replaced his claws with something a little softer, a little more natural. You make it easy to love you.

To love you.

He smiles peacefully at the thought.

Uncrossing your legs, you lean back a little, stretching your torso. The motion is effortless enough. You think nothing of it, despite your underwear being damn near in plain view past the taut horizon of your skirt.

Well well well, what do we have here? Jethro’s small smile transforms into a smugness he’s thankful you aren’t privy to.

You drum your fingers against the sleek surface underneath, suddenly feeling something cold graze your thigh. You yelp in surprise, temporarily forgetting where you are.

This is going to be fun.

Glancing down, you see Jethro’s capped pen tracing lines across your skin. He inched closer to you in your haze.

“No, sorry,” he apologizes to the man he’s aiming to form a partnership with. “That was, erm, my cat.” He tries saving face, pupils following the writing utensil in his languid grip. He snorts and shakes his head, lifting up your skirt and taking a detailed peek under the hood.

“Yeah, y’know. Office cat. Keeps me entertained.”

Your retaliation to being brushed off as a pet fizzles out as quickly as it came, stainless steel carving circles into the swelling cotton of your panties. Reflexively, albeit slightly annoyed, you spread yourself wider, allowing him further access. He’s definitely looking at you now, eyelids weighed down by the tempting sight in front of him.

No breaks occur in his professional endeavor, carrying on as before. You decide to take over a little, save some face of your own, and press the cap harder along yourself, guiding him and his weapon of choice directly onto your clit. The direction change causes him to wet his mouth, tongue flicking out and across quite in the way you’d like it exploring your landscape.

He sighs heavily and manages his charade, keeping on as if you aren’t currently biting your bottom lip, attempting to suppress making his job of explaining his “cat” away more challenging. You know what this exchange means to him, and though you want very much to fuck with him, there’s also a time and place. That will come later, as you assume you are going to do, sooner rather than the former.

Jethro is warm beneath your touch. God, you are all at once desperate to feel him: his deft fingers, thorough tongue; filling, persistent cock, hitting spots and angles usually unaccounted for. He makes you feel whole; complete.

Revealing your steadily growing desire, you increase the pen’s pressure and speed, your blood rushing to keep up with the targeted sensation. Your skin is hot as you squirm on top of his desk, its coolness doing nothing to offset your internal temperature. Your muscles flex; chest heaves, every inch working to keep how you would normally be expressing yourself at bay.

When you finally release a drowned breath, your sight and hearing become clearer. You didn’t realize some of your senses had been numbed, concentrating on being as quiet as you can be while striving to orgasm, too focused on the task at hand. You do, however, feel the pooling wetness in your panties; how that pool expanded as the seconds escaped you.

You are a sight to witness. Your enthusiasm and ability to control the situation while letting Jethro continue to have a say is so fucking sexy. He’s just as involved as he was from the beginning, only now you’re showing him where he should be focusing that involvement. You direct him without making him feel stupid.

He needs to fuck you stupid for it.

Heat is redirected, latching onto your left hip in the form of a firm hand. Jethro is no longer on the phone, his attention instead fully on you.

Fuck. You must have really been in your own world. You hope you didn’t miss any developments, observing him as he pockets his pen, patting its outline with a job well done. Couldn’t have been anything too important, then.

“Found my good luck charm,” he declares, proud, as if he’s finished with what he started.

You stare at him, mouth open in disbelief and delirium. “So does that mean you sealed the deal? ‘Cause you can’t be referring to me almost getting off.” Lawyers.

He chuckles, shrugging. “Might have even convinced the old bugger to get an office cat. Beat the boredom blues.”

At least it’s confirmed you weren’t too loud.

“Ah, the ever-charming, ever-persuasive Jethro Theodore West.” You roll your eyes, moving to straighten yourself out. If you’re going to get what you worked for- what he’s withholding- then you need to be in a more agreeable position. His other hand mirrors its companion before you can go any further, however, your frustration turning to confusion and then to intrigue. It seems he isn’t finished.

“Roped you into that first date, didn’t I?” His canines are white and sharp as he eases you off the desk, your thighs sticky and damp. He stands close to you, maintaining your gaze.

“If by first date you mean fucking your brains out so you’d finally shut your gob, then yes,” you deadpan, crossing your arms over your chest. He isn’t having any of that, though, fingers relocating to your elbows and unfolding them for you, allowing them to fall where they had been.

Slipping palms beneath the easily accessible waistband of your skirt, the eldest West lifts your top, deliberately dragging the fabric and his teasing fingertips along your belly and ribcage. Your breath hitches and stops until your shirt is pulled up and over your head.

You will your pulse to cease its incessant pounding, but to no avail. It’s unfair how decidedly he influences your mood, your body as a whole.

Assessing him with a grounded awareness you lacked moments prior, you are quickly presented with the urgent silhouette of his erection just begging to taste your need for him; to give you the entirety of his for you. You feel dizzy at the thought, pelvis instinctively canting to meet his.

Jethro unhooks your bra’s front clasp, mesmerized by your breasts as they welcome him with the most heartfelt invitation.

“And did it do the trick?”

He leans into you and coaxes an eager nipple into his enticing mouth, hand cupping and kneading the underside of your tender flesh.

Your eyelids flutter and you relieve your repressed system by moaning into the dark forest that adorns his crown, kissing him there, strands tickling your face. He smells so fucking good. Like a simmer pot, brimming with fresh citrus and spice. Something you look forward to coming home to.

At last, you exhale, “You haven’t stopped talking since,” careful not to rid yourself of his captivating aroma, voice hoarse and overflowing with yearning for him.

His tongue wraps around your marbled tissue further, tugging it earnestly between teeth. Growling against the goosebumps that sprinkle your chest, he lets you go, only to grab your hips and spin you around, immediately pinning you to his desk.

Gasping at his abruptness, you arch your backside into him and prop yourself up using forearms and elbows. He reacts by taking your skirt and shoving it up and around your stomach. Reaching underneath you, his fingers traipse across your underwear, a satisfied sound humming low in his throat.

“Christ, you are soaked.” Jethro’s gentle gruffness adds to what was already there, the alcohol you previously consumed replaced by an unyielding ache in the pit of your belly. Your clit once having all the attention on its tumescence is rhythmically pulsating with neglect, flowing down to your thighs and then bursting to the rest of your anatomy.

Your panties are promptly pushed to the side, teeming with anticipation. He isn’t going to take his time, which he has been known to do, if only to make things more intense and exciting. You’re thankful he’s going to give in to what you both pine for. Being honest with yourself, you aren’t sure how much more you can withstand.

The soft, hurried rustle of clothing from behind you- belt buckle clinking as its accompaniment- lets you know he isn’t going to leave you high and dry for long. Certainly not dry.

You help him see how keen you are on this swift advancement by extending a hand beneath and spreading your wetness, rolling your lower back. Sighs of pleasure and persistence tumble from your mouth, lightly rocking left-to-right on your feet. You hear him chuckle darkly before clutching your hips and forcing you onto his solid frame. Your arm, of course, has no choice but to return to its former position.

You expect some sort of jab regarding your impatience. He doesn’t say a word about it. Instead, he properly aligns himself and, with a strangled groan, slowly breaches you and stills when he’s almost all the way inside.

The noise Jethro makes when he first skims your drenched slit, his tip thick and thirsty and perfect, is so fucking lewd, you’re amazed you don’t completely disintegrate then and there. You are on the precipice of something indescribable, your dripping and drooling pussy stretched, producing sopping wet, starving, indecent sounds.

And when he settles partway within your fervent walls, you squeeze his cock by placing your feet directly underneath you, thighs pinched together. They shake with exertion and intent, relishing in the curse that cascades from his lips.

His mouth comes into contact with your shoulder, scuffing the skin on his teeth, suckling and inhaling with asperity. You dip your head back, and he takes that opportunity to grapple you by the throat and reel you tight to him, simultaneously pushing himself to the hilt.

Letting out a startled cry, you stumble your legs apart, propping one atop the desk as you fumble to keep him inside, to stabilize yourself. His fingertips dig into the edges of your neck just below your jawline, applying enough pressure to make your head swim, circulating static reaching ends of limbs.

A barely audible whimper is ripped from your vocal cords, and when you gain some semblance of composure, you tug at your breast, thumb skimming your nipple, feeling your way toward the apex of your thighs. He strokes along your throat, melding with your body in a manner that can be interpreted as savoring you.

You are unabashed in offering yourself to him in whatever fashion he chooses to do so. Always ready to be devoured, because you know it won’t end with parts of you missing.

Not even your heart, which you gave to him without a show: no fireworks, nor standing ovation, handing it over when neither of you were watching.

Consequentially, watching you- committing you to memory- has become a favorite pastime of Jethro’s, immortalizing you here and now using the ink stains blooming inside his pocket.

[aniyaaaaayyya]

On the edge to oblivion

Part I: On the brink of death

possessive!mahito x f!reader

near death experience, angst, hurt, no smut, blood mentioned, mahito x f!reader, yandere?, obsessive behavior, mahito and reader are in an (unofficial) relationship, reader is human

Mahito is fighting off another curse when reader gets critically injured. How will he react when her life starts slipping away? Will he be able to accept her death?

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The air was thick with the scent of blood and cursed energy as you lay on the cold ground, barely conscious. Your body trembled, pain coursing through your veins like fire, and the distant sound of battle was muffled by the ringing in your ears. Mahito’s voice, usually soft and teasing, was now frantic, filled with a desperation you had never heard before. Still, you could only make out bits and pieces of what he was saying through the blanket of pain and the erratic beating and ringing in your ears.

“No, no, no…” he muttered, crouching beside you, his hands hovering uncertainly over your broken body. “You can’t die. You won’t die.”

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Your vision blurred, and the edges of your consciousness began to fade as darkness crept closer. You had never seen Mahito like this—he was always so carefree, toying with life and death as if they were mere playthings to him. But now, his face twisted with an unfamiliar fear, his usual cold eyes wide with panic.

Mahito gritted his teeth, his fingers trembling as they brushed your blood-soaked skin. “I didn’t bring you this far j-… ..lose you. I need y...” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, his usual playful arrogance replaced by something raw, something dangerous. His possessiveness had always been unsettling, but now it was suffocating, his fear fueling his obsession.

You gasped for breath, every inhale like shards of glass tearing through your lungs. “Mahi-…” you managed to croak, your voice weak, barely audible.

“Shh, don’t speak,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as if your words would somehow push you closer to death. “You’re goi…be.. fine. You have to be fine.” His fingers dug into your skin, his cursed energy crackling like static in the air. “I won’t let you leave me. You’re mine.”

His tone was possessive, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his fear. Mahito had always viewed life as malleable, something to be twisted and shaped to his whims. But now, with you on the brink of death, he was powerless. And that terrified him more than anything.

You felt yourself slipping further away, your body growing colder with each passing second. The darkness was so close now, so comforting, like a lullaby calling out for you to rest. But Mahito wouldn’t let you go. His hands tightened around you, his cursed energy flooding into your body in a frantic attempt to keep you tethered to life.

“I’ll fix this,” he growled, his voice breaking. “I’ll fix you. I’ll make you better, just like I always do. You don’t get to leave me.” His words were both a promise and a threat, a desperate plea for you to stay by his side, no matter the cost.

But you knew. You had seen this side of him before, the way he viewed people as his creations, his toys to manipulate. Yet, somewhere along the way, you had become something more to him, something he couldn’t bear to lose.

Tears welled in his eyes, though he would never admit to crying. His grip on you tightened as if holding you close could stop death from claiming you. “I won’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. “Not you. Not like this.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him—broken, terrified, and desperately clinging to the only person who had ever made him feel something real. You had always known he was possessive, but seeing him like this, shattered by the thought of losing you, made you realize just how deep his feelings ran. It wasn’t just obsession—it was fear, vulnerability, a desperate need to keep you with him, no matter what.

You reached up with the last of your strength, your fingers brushing against his cheek, wiping away the tears that stained his face. “Mahito…” you whispered again, barely audible, your voice fading.

“Don’t.” His voice cracked, and he shook his head violently, his tears falling harder now. “Don’t say anything. Just stay. Don‘t leave me here.”

But you couldn’t hold on much longer. The darkness was pulling you under, your body too broken to fight any longer. You gave him a small, weak smile, one last reassurance before the world went black.

“No!” Mahito screamed, his voice echoing in the emptiness as your eyes fluttered shut, your body falling limp in his arms. The silence that followed was deafening, a void that swallowed him whole as he cradled you close to his chest.

For the first time in his existence, Mahito felt truly powerless. He had manipulated life and death, twisted souls to his will, but here, with you in his arms, lifeless and still, he was nothing. His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his heart pounding in his ears as he rocked back and forth, clutching you as if he could bring you back by sheer force of will.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice breaking into a sob. “You’re mine, and I won’t let you go.”

Mahito’s cursed energy flared around him, violent and unstable, as he pressed his forehead against yours. He would bring you back. He had to. Losing you wasn’t an option. You were the only thing that made him feel alive, the only person who saw him as more than a monster. He would break the very fabric of existence if that’s what it took to keep you by his side.

“I won’t let you die,” he whispered, a vow, a curse, a promise. “I’ll make you mine again.”

And with that, Mahito closed his eyes, his cursed energy enveloping you both in a dark, suffocating embrace, as he began the twisted process of bringing you back from the brink of death—his way. You were his, and he would stop at nothing to keep it that way.

Even if it meant losing the person you once were.

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[mirkwoodmunson]

insomnia

eddie munson/f!reader

sfw

If it weren’t for Eddie sleeping peacefully by your side, you’d be crying in frustration right about now. The aching pull of sleep behind your eyes was a constant reminder that if you could just relax, you’d be out cold. But whether it be your heart or your mind, your body betrays you; so, despite your exhaustion, you lie awake in Eddie’s bed at four o’ clock in the morning.

Your legs are tingling with restlessness and it starts to reach your arms, you dare yourself to stay still, wallowing in discomfort to save Eddie the ordeal of waking up just to help you fall sleep. As many times as he’d tried humming to you, rubbing your back, tried talking you to sleep, the stress of wanting to give him that satisfaction of lulling you into slumber kept you awake despite his best efforts. More-so on your part you’d decided it best not to indulge in that frustration just to have him awake with you. He needed rest, too, and you’d either fall asleep, or you wouldn’t. Mornings when he could tell you hadn’t rested were a blessing within your curse, anyway — he’d coo and sweet-talk you, rub your back apologetically and bring you a cup of coffee in bed, tending to your enervation.

When the dark night begins to give way to the earliest of the sun’s light, it’s a bit too much to bear, and you rub your eyes with a soft sigh of irritation before carefully climbing out of his bed. You grab one of his discarded sweatshirts off the floor and pull it over your head, arms wrapped tight around yourself as you leave his bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.

Wayne is still working the night shift, leaving the rest of the empty trailer to your devices. For a little while you watch some TV, curled up on the couch with your arms around your knees — early morning reruns of Batman, infomercials pleading you to buy K-Tel albums and Ginsu Knives.

You could pass for a zombie right now.

TV does nothing but worsen the ache in your eyes, still restless, so you switch it off in favor of staring out the window. You might as well be the last person alive on planet Earth. The trailer park is silent, still, hardly even a breeze shuffling the flora. You brush away an intrusive thought that encourages you to go outside and scream as loud as you can. Satisfying as it might be, it likely won’t help you sleep. You’re not even sure sleep is what you’re after anymore, what good would it do you now? Either way at this point, you’d still be exhausted in the morning.

Hell, it practically is morning.

You take to pacing to wear out your restlessness, down the hall to Eddie’s closed door and back to the living room - repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. You close your eyes on the sixth rotation, you’re a ghost haunting the Munson household at this point, you know every angle of this trailer like the back of your hand.

What you don’t expect is to collide with something, someone — which you do, walking straight into a pillar of warmth and soft chuckles. The run-in elicits from your lungs a shriek, silenced midway by Eddie clamping a hand over your mouth, your eyes snapping open to find him grinning down at you as he laughs softly.

“Christ, you scream like a banshee.”

You smack his hand away half-heartedly and heave a sigh, “you scared me!”

“I’m not the one practicing my zombie shamble in the dark — I nearly grabbed the bat! Have you been bitten?”

He playfully tugs at your arms, pulling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt you wear, swiping calloused fingers against you, checking over your skin in a mock assessment. Everywhere he checks, he plants a warm little kiss, making you blush and squirm away from him.

A nightlight plugged into an outlet in the kitchen casts him in a warm glow, and you can see how sleepy he is, likely waking up for a quick piss only to find you meandering the short and narrow hallway like you were sleepwalking. His hair hangs in a tangled ruffle, wearing a ratty and bleach-stained band tee where only a few letters of the name are visible — if not worn — the rest faded away from years of washing and wearing and washing again; sleeves ripped off to promote his shoulders and biceps. The shorn hem ends just at his navel, showing off a bit of his soft belly and the trail of hair leading down into boxers that hang low on his hips.

After all this time he still makes you soft, and you for him.

In the silence of your admiration he ceases his playful ministrations to look at you, brown eyes cast to black in the near-dark — you could fall into them forever for all you cared. But he rests a curled finger against the underside of your chin to capture your full attention, or at least as much of it as he can have in your sorry and depleted state.

“Can’t sleep, huh?”

“No, actually, I just really like pacing back and forth at five a.m.”

He snorts and lightly shoves your shoulder, before pulling you back and into his arms, his splayed hand rubbing your back as he rests his face in the crook of your neck and breathes you in.

“M’sorry.”

“Not your fault,” you mumble, giving in to his comfort with a soft sigh as your eyes fall closed, winding your arms around his middle and tucking yourself against him.

“Can I do anything?”

“No, baby, it’s okay. I don’t wanna keep you up — I think sleep is a lost cause for me at this point.”

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, lifting it from your neck to pout at you. “Lemme help. Let me try, even just an hour or two would do you good. Just let me try. Please? I really don’t mind.”

How can you refuse this giant puppy? You groan softly in resignation and firmly plant your face square in his chest, rubbing into his shirt as he laughs softly and continues to stroke your back.

“Fine,” your voice comes muffled. “Misery loves company.”

Eddie laughs again and kisses into your hair before ruffling it, “misery is fucking cute when she’s tired. Go on, go lie down, I’ll be right there — I gotta take a piss.”

“Eeewwww,” you bemoan teasingly.

Eddie snorts and retorts with a lighthearted swat to your ass to which you squeak, sending you on your way.

As he heads into the bathroom, you trudge back into his bedroom, collapsing into the bed with a weary groan, burying yourself in the messed sheets, waiting for his return. He joins you again a few minutes later, sliding into the bed beside you and greedily pulling you into his arms, squeezing you in a warm hug before you relax together in your entanglement.

Eddie pulls all the moves he can think of as he lies on his back with you pulled up against him, your head resting on his chest so you can feel the steady rise-and-fall movement of his breathing, the thud of his heart just below your ear. The fingers of one hand comb into your hair, gently grazing the nape of your scalp in a tender massage, while his other hand once again lies flat on your back, rubbing wide and slow circles into you.

You don’t know why you initially deny his comfort when you’re struggling to relax, as when you receive it, you feel muscles ease up that you didn’t even realize were tense in the first place. You let go of a deep sigh, melting into him as you close your eyes, and this time it’s not a struggle to keep them shut. Maybe you’ve finally worn yourself out.

“Relaxed?” Eddie murmurs.

“Mhm…”

“Comfy?”

“…mhm…”

“Love me?”

You giggle softly and nuzzle yourself into him as you nod, “love you.”

Eddie nestles his face into your hair, hiding his smile there, shifting you into him further as he exhales a slow and soft breath. You’re cocooned in his warmth, his comfort, arms pulled up between you as you clutch yourself to him with loose fists twisted into his shirt, anchoring yourself to his refuge. Eddie is your safe place, his arms a home, eager to welcome you into the sanctuary of his grasp.

[gepazu]

“well aren't you the prettiest thing the sun's ever seen.”

cael turns his head — almost comically so.

rivets of soft intrigue holding the tiniest of smiles on his lips as he lets out a gentle laugh, ribbons of silver sparkling in the sunlight, contouring his face so delicately it makes your heart stop.

“why thank you, my dear.” he moves to slip his fingers under your jaw, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “but.. i must say; you are more refined than any star i've ever come across.”

for a moment, his touch burns; and you're further drawn into it, like a moth to the flame. “how charming, my sun.”

his fingers glide down to your chin, turning your head a bit to his left — eyes flickering to yours in amusement. “my sun? how darling can you be, hm?” a sigh runs and falls from your lips at his words, cupping his hand in yours as you lean in and let the sun kiss you softly.

“as much as you need me to be.”

✩ love notes — thank u nics ( @.thenyxsky ) for proofreading 'n giving the go sign for posting !! love u pookie <33 <3

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ⓒ GEPAZU 2023 — 2024.

[lagomoz]

people who write x reader stuff and tag it properly: cool, live your best life, enjoy getting rawdogged by your fictional husband

people who write x reader stuff and don’t tag it properly: I am attacking you with hammers

[boywithpinkcarnation]

the way julien baker got me on wattpad… this is out of hand

[zero-in-kyoto]

As the world caves in.

This is a dumb Five x reader I wrote just because I made this scene up in a random day dream session and I didn’t see anyone write anything similar so I had to do it! Btw requests are open!!!

Disclaimer: I’ve never written for tumblr before, only wattpad so sorry if the formatting is off, i copied this straight from my notes.!

TW’s: spoilers if you haven’t watched season 3, x reader content, no beta we die like Klaus!!!<3, light alcohol mention, kinda cringe.

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As the world caves in

Five Hargreeves x Reader

(Kinda short)

Hotel obsidian, slowly withering away with everything else. You all could only enjoy the time that remained. The world was ending, once again. Everything was going on so fast, it’s hard to do anything but succumb. It was beautiful however a somber end. It’s bittersweet that’s there’s not much left to do but enjoy each other’s company which is hard with everyone arguing even though they all agreed on a truce.

You sat near the edge on the roof of hotel obsidian, drinking straight beer. Expression somber, looking off into what’s basically space. The burn of the beverage was only subtle as other things were on your mind. There must be a way. But the damn kugelblitz, devouring everything, there was hardly anything left to save but yourselves. It was solemn to think about, everyone was thinking about it, but you were thinking it alone.

You heard familiar foot steps behind you, and you didn’t even bother to turn around and you knew exactly who it was already. He, Five, sat beside you, a pack of beer in hand. You both didn’t speak. He cracked one open and just drunk along side you. 

“Hey, asshat.” He called to you. You retracted the bottle from your lips and placed it down. “Yes, asshole.” You replied back playfully.

“You know.. out of all people i could die beside, you’re probably the most tolerable. I’m glad I get to watch the world end with you.” He said with a ‘matter of fact-ly’ tone of voice, with a smug expression. 

You looked over to him. You didn’t realize he had something too serious to say due to how he called to you. A soft sigh and a chuckles came from you. That was just how you two were and of course that wouldn’t change, even now. 

“I’m glad to watch the world end with you too, I suppose.” You replied with a playfully smirk. “So that’s how you feel? Really? I see how it is.” He too returned your playful tone.

You both giggle and more of the roof got sucked away. You both went quiet again and looked at each other. You bursted into laughter and neither of you even needed to say anything. It was nice. It felt like peace and a distraction from everything. 

But then I bit too much of the roof crumbled and you fell right off, but Five grabbed your hand. It was quite slippery due to the sweat from the heat you felt from drinking. But in the end it ended up just fine as was hoped, as he blinked and you both were on a safer place on the roof.

“We should probably head inside.”

“Yeah, that seems like the best idea.”

[sakumz]

a/n : tumblr tripping or... there's not a single fanfic of oblivion battery!?!? ahem I'll write for them (trust)

[ kei kaname x fem reader ]

" who are you? " haruka kiyomine quickly glance over to you as you sigh. the doctor did tell you of his conditions beforehand.

" we're your friends. " that was the first and last time kei met you eversince he woke up in the hospital.

you decide to move away from kei. pushing your one-sided feelings. he didn't really show any interest in you anyway before this incident happened.

of course, you should have seen this coming. what a small world you live in. meeting kei kaname again in your first year of high school. upon arriving, a group of girls swarmed around two guys, seemingly more interested in the taller male.

you sigh when you recognise who they were. quickly catching haruka's gaze on you as you rushed into the school.

upon entering your classroom, you take a seat as students started to fill in the class. you wanted to rip your hair out when kei kaname, haruka and a random new boy came in. they take their seats next to you or somewhat close to you. screaming in your head when kei randomly screams "boob hair".

" will you shut up, " you grumbled under your breath when he shouts it out for the umpteenth time.

shock was written all over his face as he slowly turns to look at you, the two looking over you as well. yamada had a shock look.

" boob hair is not funny? " kei questions as you stared back at him, like he's grown two heads.

" it's weird and you look stupid doing that. "

" hmm, you look familiar. have we met? " he quickly changes the topic.

" kei, that's y/n. our childhood friend. " haruka replies as kei sweat drops.

" I'm sorry-" kei started.

" no it's fine, I understand your conditions. " you cut him off as he's left flabbergasted.

he had so many questions for you and you have so many things you'd like to tell him. he's no longer the wise catcher you fell for.

" were we just friends and not lovers? you're pretty attractive, you must have a boyfriend right? " kei winks at you.

" no, we weren't lovers and I don't have a boyfriend. " you replied nonchalantly as his mouth drop.

" t-then did I previously confess to you a-a-and got turned down?! " he says a little too loudly as the teacher smacks her book against his head, seemingly annoyed with his behaviour.

" kaname. be quiet or I'll kick you out of my class! " the teacher scolds.

before you know it, class was over. as you pack your things, ready to leave. kei calls out to you.

" you haven't answered my question, " he starts.

" you didn't confess, I didn't confess either. you're not the same kei kaname I fell for. I do wish you a good long life ahead. " you quickly finish, slinging you bag as you were about to rush out the classroom. only to feel his hand quickly grab your sleeve, stopping you at your tracks.

" what now? " you turn to look at him as he stood up from his chair.

he pulls you in an embrace.

" I'm really sorry, you must have been very heartbroken. knowing the kei kaname you love is no longer here. I'm not even sure if I'll get my memories back but please let me court you! " he lets go as he bows. you panicked a little at the sudden motion.

" hey hey, stop it! raise your head, it's embarrassing but yeah do what you want! " you shout as you really rush out the classroom.

kei smiles like he's won, haruka could only sigh at how his two favourite people's love story will bloom. he is painfully aware of both parties feelings for each other. if only the previous kei was honest with his feelings for you, their number one supporter.

[bookishpedia]

Christian: Hi, I'm Ronan Markov's emergency contact.

Nurse: Are you here to pick him up?

Christian: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.