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How is it that I want to post so bad but I'm always back around October wtf

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Could we get a protective!Hannibal x shy/soft!wife reader. (Can’t remember the bane of the guy who got obsessed with Hannibal is called but u could use him)

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK LITERAL MONTHS BUT I DID IT. I DID IT.

some soft murderer for you guys

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Aperitif

(isn't he so pretty here?????)

hannibal x reader

word count: 1.7k

WARNING: literal murder, implied threesome, sweet Hannibal!

a/n: let me know if you like this type of writing or should I go back to the shorter ones!

    Hannibal was always very protective of you. He made keeping you safe his mission and took it very seriously. From the beautiful Italian evening when he took you on your first dinner together. He promised you that out loud later in Florence, his hand holding yours as you stood in front of him in a white dress, both of you happier than ever. And years later when everything went wrong in Baltimore, the first thing he thought of was sending you away, so the FBI wouldn’t get their hands on you. At first you refused to leave him, reminding him what you promised him back in Florence. But he took your hand into his and swore that he’ll find you no matter what, you just have to trust him. So you did and he kept his word. 

    That’s how you two found yourself back in Italy under fake names, hiding from the FBI and Interpol. Florence was beautiful this time of year, almost every corner was bringing back the memories from years ago, the history of your relationship lingering between the buildings. Despite the beauty of the surroundings Hannibal couldn’t care less about them, his eyes were almost glued to you all the time. Not only because of the absolutely gorgeous dress you were wearing, that made you look just divine; color and shape bringing out all of your best features. It was indeed a view, but his gaze was fixed on you for a different reason. More out of a protective habit of his, because he needed to see you were safe, especially now with Interpol engaged in looking for him. He knew they would take you too if they ever found him and he didn’t want that to happen. You were his dearest treasure, the apple of his eye and nothing could stop him from keeping you safe. Nothing.

    You clutched his arm a bit harder as your legs failed to keep you on the ground for a mere second. He was quick in trying to catch you even though you found your balance almost immediately.

    “I stumbled,” you murmured a bit embarrassed of yourself. You were always a lady so it was a rare occurrence that you stumbled in heels.

    “Be more careful, my darling,” he spoke, caressing your back gently.

    You loved that man. Heaven and hell could collide but you wouldn’t stop loving him. It didn’t matter what he did and you were highly aware of his sins. Your twisted heart was beating for him and him only.

    The banquet you reached just minutes later was full of art connoisseurs, your husband was their honor guest after his fantastic speech about Dante. You were so proud of him but you couldn’t help the anxiety creeping into you when you saw so many people. It wasn’t that bad when Hannibal was by your side, you would interact with those people, laugh delicately or just shoot some comment while sipping champagne from your glass. His presence made you feel more confident and open but it all faded when he left you alone for a few minutes, promising he’ll be back quickly.

    You sat by your table, watching the bubbles in your champagne pop, too intimidated to talk to anyone. Rooms full of strangers have been your weakness since you remembered, even though you would never consider yourself an introvert. You were just… shy. You smiled to yourself when you heard a man approaching you, sure that it was your husband. Yet your smile faded when you saw a strange man standing behind you, offering you a warm smile. Being a polite lady, you smiled back, feeling a bit uneasy. 

    “I am deeply sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t ignore a beautiful woman like you sitting alone. May I join you?” he asked and you shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t even give you time for an answer, just sat on a free chair and smiled again. You tried to be polite, rudeness wasn’t really your character trait, it was what Hannibal loved about you. How polite you were, even in situations that were hard to remain polite. The man tried to carry a conversation with you, getting even more comfortable every minute, shooting you charming smiles and complimenting you. Nervously sipping on your champagne, you were just nodding and answering shortly but nothing could make him understand you weren’t exactly interested with whatever he was trying to achieve. You were almost on the edge of snapping and telling him to go to hell, when suddenly your body relaxed under a familiar touch on your arm.

    “I see you made a lovely friend, my love” Hannibal’s voice was soft and polite as he squeezed your shoulder gently. “Do you mind introducing us?”

    Before you could answer, the man already stood up, offering his hand to Hannibal. You sighed heavily leaning into your husband’s touch to soothe the nerves. Little did you know that Hannibal saw the whole situation and blood boiled inside him, seeing that this cheeky stranger had the audacity to make you feel so unsafe, 

    “Anthony Dimmond” the man introduced himself as your husband shook his hand maybe a bit too hard. 

    “Doctor Roman Fell” Hannibal gave him his fake alias and smiled politely. “And from what I see you’ve already got to know my lovely wife” 

    The word “wife” alone made you feel safe, he stated that you were his and the stranger should better back off before Hannibal decides to show how protective he can be.

    “She’s indeed a lovely woman” Anthiny agreed and you took a sip of your champagne not to look too nervous. 

    “Maybe we should invite mister Dimmond for dinner, what do you think darling?” your husband asked you softly and you turned to look at him. He was so calm, his features unmoved but you could see through this facade. He was disgusted by the man and his actions and you knew too well what he does to people like this.

    “I think it is a great idea” you finally spoke, grabbing Hannibal’s hand gently. “We will be honored if you would like to join us for dinner.”

    With the last sentence you looked at Anthony with a polite smile. He looked like he was too stunned to even think of this situation being at least slightly suspicious. He nodded happily.

    “It would be my honor if anything, Mrs Fell.”

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    “You really think it is a great idea, Hannibal” you stood behind your husband in the kitchen as you held a bunch of beautiful plates in your hands.

    He didn’t turn to answer you, too busy with cooking the meal.

    “Darling, you know I am doing this for you”

    And if you weren’t so in love with him, maybe you would question that. Was he doing this for you? Or was it just an excuse to kill someone. But you wouldn’t think of it. If he said so, it had to be true. You sighed, putting the plates away and took a few steps to your husband. Wrapping your hands around his waist, you nuzzled your face into his back and he never stopped his actions, not minding you standing so close.

    “Be careful with your hands, I don’t want to cut you on accident” he only remarked and you smiled softly. Always thinking about your safety.

             Your guest showed up on time. Not that it surprised you, he seemed very eager to come for dinner. Poor man, if he only knew. 

              "You look stunning, Mrs Fell" , he complimented you before he had a chance to step into your house. "I brought some wine, I hope it's fine."

              "Please, come in" you answered indifferently before closing the door after him. "My husband will be there in a minute, he's finishing the aperitif." 

              "I didn't expect that your husband will cook today" Dimmond seemed surprised and you could only smile at that. 

              "He's brilliant, you'll see." 

               Few moments later the three of you were sitting by the table with deliciously smelling dishes in front of you. Hannibal put a lot of effort in that, he always did. You chatted a bit, exchanging some comments and even giggles. But after some time and a few glasses of wine, Mr Dimmond became very confident. He shuffled a bit closer to you and put a hand on your knee. 

               "So are we gonna do this?" he asked and an unpleasant shiver ran down your spine. 

                Your husband only smirked to himself, knowing what's about to come. 

               "Do what exactly Mr Dimmond?" Hannibal raised his eyebrow not moving from his chair just yet. 

               "I mean-" Dimmond coughed a bit nervously, taken aback by Hannibal's question. "You're that kind of couple aren't you?" 

                At this moment your husband stood up and slowly, like a predator, walked over to your guest's seat. He placed one hand on the other man's shoulder, his grip strong and tight. You watched as he leaned down to Dimmond's ear and smirked coldly. 

                "We are a very different type of couple, Anthony" Lecter's voice sent chills all over your body, because you knew what was coming. "And you have made a mistake when you decided to bother my wife."

                 The man didn't have a chance to respond. You saw fear in his eyes before Hannibal made one, swift move, stabbing Mr Dimmond straight in his temple with an ice pick. There was no blood, the tool stayed in the man's head when it fell to the table. You knew he wasn't quite dead yet, the ice pick remaining in his brain worked like a cork, preventing him from bleeding out. 

                 "It's alright now, my darling" Hannibal cooed, walking over to you and hugging you tightly to himself, his hand going straight to your hair to stroke it. "I'm sorry you had to go through this." 

                  "You were right there with me" your answer was quiet and soft but your gaze was glues to the Dimmond's face frozen in fear. "I was safe with you." 

                  Your husband smiled softly and kissed the top of your head lovingly. 

                  "You always are. I will always protect you."

                  "I know" you lifted your face up to look at him. "We have to take the ice pick out. We can't risk him surviving."

                   "Be my guest then, darling" Hannibal stroked your hair to encourage you and smiled proudly. His lovely, lovely wife… 

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the feminine urge to compulsively write gratuitous filth for middle-aged men you can never have

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I am so damn sorry for not finishing the kinktober on time. I had troubles with college and when I thought I'll get some time to work on it I got my heartbroken..

Let me know if you want me to finish it regardless.

Love, Vee.

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16th "shower sex"

Rick Grimes x reader

a/n: will I ever get out of that delay? Probably not. ALSO thank you so much for all the follows and notes I am receiving, you are amazing!

NSFW UNDER THE GIF!

Arriving to Alexandria was like finally finding a place you could call home. You knew that, even though Rick still needed time for adjustment, it was okay. As long as you could share a safe place with him, nothing could ruin it for you.

In fact, it got even better when you heard you have a running water. It was crazy, after all the time of being dirty and greasy, not even having a time to think about shower, you could finally get all the dirt off of you. You couldn't be more happy at this moment.

When the doors closed behind you, you run towards the bathroom, stripping on your way there, not caring about the clothes you left behind. There'll be plenty of time to collect them. Once you stepped inside, you took a deep breath. It was beautiful. So beautiful and finally, a normal thing in this doomed world.

Stepping into the shower you felt chills running down your spine. Slowly, almost carefully you turned on the water and almost moaned at the feeling of warm drops hitting your dirty skin. You could cry at this moment, you missed normality so much and for a second, under this shower, you could feel like there was nothing bad going around. You could imagine yourself getting up next to your lover and- Exactly. Your lover.

"Rick! Come here please!" you called out, letting the water rinse down the mud and blood from your hair.

You didn't have to wait for too long. Rick stepped in minutes later, worried look on his face.

"You alright?" he asked, slowly walking towards you.

"Yes, but you need to join me, please" you reached your hand out to grab his. "Come on, Rick. The water is amazing."

He scratched his way too long beard, looking like he was thinking about your proposition. But you noticed his smile and in the moment he was throwing his clothes to the floor.

"We haven't had this much of privacy and safety in a while, did we?" he murmured, placing his hands on your wet face.

You just nodded not being able to answer before his hot, soft lips were pressing on yours. The kiss was desperate, full of relief and desperation. He was right, you two haven't had an intimate moment in a long while now and you missed each other.

You deepened the kiss, grabbing him by his strong shoulders, to hold onto him. The warm water was adding to the hotness of his desperate hands roaming your body, pressing you close to him.

"I missed you, Rick" you whispered into his lips, running your fingers down his hair, helping the dirt to come off, making him groan quietly. "I missed having you like this."

"Believe me, I missed it too."

With that he easily lifted you off the ground and pressed your back the cold tiles. You shuddered at the contrast with your hot body. You both were too desperate for any foreplay, he just slid into you, making you both moan. For a moment you both could forget about anything bad that happened to you. Rick's mind was finally relaxed but he pounded into you mercilessly, he was letting go all the stress and fear out of him, listening to your helpless moans, as you begged him for more.

And the whole Alexandria could hear how happy you were to be there.

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15th "body modification"

Thor Odinson x reader

a/n: meaning piercing actually.

NSFW UNDER THE GIF!

"This is very much interesting. Did it hurt?" with that question, Thor delicately touched the small hoop on the side of your nose. You giggled quietly. He was very gentle, afraid to hurt you.

"Just a bit, but it doesn't anymore" you answered smiling at him.

Thor's curiosity about humans and their habits was always so pure and gentle. He was a quick learner, once someone explained something to him, he admired every aspect of it. His gentleness was contrasting with how he looked like he could crush your skull with ease.

"But why doing that?" he frowned making you laugh again.

"For aesthetic, I guess" you shrugged, still smiling at him. "I just like how it looks."

"I like it too actually. Where else a person can have piercings?"

"Everywhere they want to be honest" you couldn't help but laugh at his lost expression. "Ears are the most popular, then are noses, brows, lips, tongues. Some poeple have them near collar bones or even in intimate places."

His brows got even more furrowed.

"Like- on the -"

"Vaginas, dicks and nipples" you finished for him and stopped for a second. "Actually- I do have nipples pierced" his eyes sparkled at your confession, you could swear. "Would you want to see?"

His mouth was agape. Did you just seriously asked him that question or was he dreaming? Gulping he nodded and you smiled. It's not like you were showing them off to everyone, but the asgardian. You dreamed of that man and no-one in the world could blame you.

Slowly you took your shirt off, watching Thor's expression turning into absolute admiration. His eyes were glues on a little shiny rings attached to your nipples.

"Do you like it?" you asked quietly after a few minute in silence.

"Can I touch them?" his question was urged, but careful. He looked like he needed to do it.

"Go ahead."

His rough hands met your soft, warm skin and you sighed at the feeling. Despite the fact his hands were huge and made for the battle, it was one of the gentlest touches you've ever experienced in your entire life. His thumb cirled your nipple carefully, touching the metal while doing so and you had to hold the moan wanting to escape from your lips.

Thor continued his deep research on your piercing for a while, having you shivering and desperate for more. But he was untouched, even when you were whimpering and squirming, he was continuing his sweet torture, driving you crazy. When you thought, you'll have to beg for it, his mouth went to take care of your nipples, only for his hand to be free to explore your pants.

"Sorry, no piercing here" you chuckled to hide a desperate moan.

Thor smirked.

"We can fix that, can't we?"

You only nodded because at this point you were ready to do anything for that man.

"Good" he murmured, sliding his finger down your wetness, his tongue grazing over one of the piercings. "That's a good news."

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14th "face-sitting"

Steve Harrington x reader

a/n: i don't have to say both reader and Steve are above 18 do i?

NSFW under the gif!

Steve and you were dating for a while now; you two were happy together, he treated you seriously and so did you. You weren't the one to wait god knows how long for sex and it was great. Steve was a great lover, caring and listening, always putting your pleasure above his own.

He came to your house this afternoon, you promised you'll help him with his essay and also proposed making dinner which he happily agreed to. Your parents were out of town so you two had a little bit space for each other. They really liked him but it was always better to have him all to yourself.

After dinner you went to your room; the primary intention was to help him as you promised but as soon as the door closed, you two were all over each other. It didn't take you much time to make it to the bed and passionately make out. You murmured something about the essay but honestly you didn't care about it now. Steve's hand slid under your shirt and caressed your skin gently; his lips never leaving yours.

You reached to the bottom of his shirt, to pull it off of him, needing his body closer to yours, to get rid of the barrier of clothes. He let you do that ad quickly did the same. He stopped for a second to admire your bare chest, to gently run his fingers over your already hardened nipples. You sighed when his lips attacked them, sucking and nibbling on each; he could do this all the time. When you reached to the button of your pants, he rose up to look you in the eyes.

"Somethings wrong?" you asked at the sudden action, worrying you did something.

"Can you-" he gulped. "Can you sit on my face, please?"

You remained silent for a second. You've had sex with him multiple times already but he never asked for something like this. Not hearing any answer from you, he started to panic and you quickly reassured him with a kiss.

"Yes. I can do that" you whispered, smiling sweetly and him.

Happily he placed himself on the bed and looked at you in anticipation. After you undressed completely, you hovered over his mouth, carefully adjusting your position so you wouldn't hurt him. He didn't give you that much time; he immediately grabbed your thighs and pulled you down to his lips. You moaned, throwing your head back when he sucked on your clit. He was eating you out like a starving man, making your legs tremble around his head.

Steve absolutely loved that position, you could tell by his whimpers that were sending vibrations to your core. You needed to hold onto a wall for support; he made you absolutely melt.

"Steve, fuck" you cried out when he slid one finger inside you but never stopped sucking and licking at your clit.

And when you came, you came hard, thighs squeezing around him. He didn't mind that; he moaned with you, breathless but happy. After you calmed yourself even so slightly, you wanted to get off of him, but he stopped you, holding you close. A silent plea left his lips.

"Let me do this again."

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13th "impact play"

Mazikeen Smith x reader

a/n: as always not beta reader, I'll do it once I have more time. Oh did I also forgot to mention we're doing Lucifer here? My bad

NSFW under the gif!

"I am starting to think you're doing it on purpose, pet" Maze's hypnotizing voice cooed against your ear as her hand slowly massaged your still covered bottom.

Just moments earlier she ordered you to lay on the bed, face towards it and ass in the air. You didn't want to disobey, you were in trouble anyway for getting a little too flirty with someone else. She damn well knew you did this for her attention and who she was to ignore it.

"You like what happens when you misbehave, don't you?" her hands went up your hips to grab at the material covering you. "I might need to change the punishment method if you like it so much."

With that she pulled the material down your legs; your ass now bare in front of her. Noticing how aroused you already were she chuckled quietly and teased it gently with her slender finger.

"So care to tell me what did you find so charming in that man?" she asked and you gulped.

"He was funny" was your quiet answer and she smacked your ass with her hand.

You yelped quietly at the slight sting. But that was just a warning one, she was getting started.

"So this is what you're attracted to now?" she scoffed. "To funny men?"

You took a deep breath before your answer. She sounded disgusted.

"It's just nice to talk with someone who makes you laugh."

The smack after that sentence was much harder than previous one. You whimpered, closing your eyes; your skin was pulsing.

"You sure that's what you prefer?" her voice was calm but by the redness on your butt you could tell she was getting impatient with your answers.

"I didn't say I prefer, It's just nice" you couldn't stop your words from breaking as you trembled in anticipation.

You wanted to add something but you got cut short by a loud moan and hard slap on the other cheek. Tears formed in your eyes and you bit your lower lip not to make any more sounds. That one burned, she wasn't going to go easy on you since you decided to throw answers like this.

"And you didn't mind me seeing how he was getting closer and closer to you?" she spat and you heard her walking to her drawer.

Your eyes widened at the sound of it opening.

"I-I didn't realize how close he was, I was too busy with the talk, but Maze-"

She didn't give you the chance to explain yourself. Leather riding crop made contact with your ass and you cried out in pain and pleasure. The hit was hard, she had enough of your talking.

"Listen carefully to me now" she whispered against your ear and hit you again with the same force. "The only thing I want to hear from your mouth is my name, do you understand? And I'll make sure your ass will hurt for so long, you won't do such thing ever again. Alright?"

You gulped and sniffed quietly, tears now on your cheeks.

"Yes ma'am."

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12th "hair pulling"

Sam Winchester x reader

NSFW under the gif!

The discovery was made by an accident. You held Sam hostage, thinking the brothers were what you were hunting for, wanting to gain informations about them in order to get rid of them. Younger Winchester was sitting on a chair, his wrists held by silver handcuffs, and you were walking around him angrily, asking questions. At some point you got impatient; you walked up to him, grabbed him by the hair and pulled on them harshly, so his head was thrown to the back. You hissed your question once again, threatening to kill him.But much to your surprise he didn't say anything; he moaned quietly closing his eyes. It shocked you to the core, but little did you know it would be an important knowledge to use.

***

Few years later you were sitting on his lap, kissing him with all the passion and love you felt when you were around him. You two were madly in love with each other but as oblivious idiots you were, you two had a long time realizing that you both feel the same. It was your honeymoon phase, you couldn't take hands off of each other.

His warm, huge hands were caressing your skin eagerly, grabbing your waist to hold you just a little bit closer. Little whimpers were escaping your mouth when your lips parted so you could take a breath. At first your hands were on his shoulder, holding them for support and squeezing the muscles lightly; at some point you finally remembered the thing that happened the first night you met. You had to test it again. Your hand found it's way to his beautiful hair and grabbed a handful of them then pulled just a little bit. Immediately a moan left Sam's lips. You smirked into the kiss, feeling the bulge in his pants twitch against your thigh.

"Please do it again" he whispered between kisses.

You happily obliged and pulled at his hair again, this time harder. The deep groan and quiet "fuck" from his lips made you tingle. His neck was now fully exposed to you, to your kisses, licks and small bites. With each small pull he was melting more and more; his hands squeezing your waist so hard you were sure it'll leave bruises. You couldn't care less though. His sweet little moans and whimpers were driving you crazy.

Sam usually fully dominated you due to his posture and strength. But with your hand in his hair, he was fully on your mercy and you wanted to love every single second of it.

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11th "temperature play"

Hannibal Lecter x reader

a/n: you know I am sorry again right

NSFW under the gif!

Your eyes were wide open, pupils dilated so hard they were almost covering your irises, bare body covered in goosebumps and breath hitched in your throat. You were focused on Hannibal's actions. Seconds earlier he was worshiping your body like there was no tomorrow. Your skin almost burned under his touch when he grabbed, held, pinched or even slapped all the spots he discovered. But suddenly he stopped, left you bothered and hot, needing him to continue.

"What are you doing?" you whimpered, getting on your elbows to see what he was up to.

Your brows furrowed when you noticed he was grabbing the bucket with champagne. He wants to drink it now? Is he out of his mind?

"Just lay back down" he murmured under his breath, apparently as worked up as you were. "It will feel good, I promise."

Still confused you did what he said and tried to relax. After mere seconds you felt cold, wet thing running slowly up your thigh. You moaned quietly at the sensation and heard Hannibal chuckle. The ice cube, as you figured out, kept moving higher and higher, getting closer to your heat, desperate for touch.

"Hannibal" you begged when the feeling suddenly disappeared.

"I am sorry, I was testing the waters" he smirked and leaned over to you, to kiss you deeply.

It was cut short by him getting lower to kiss your jaw. His lips slowly went lower, again making you feel like each kiss burned you, like it was about to leave a mark. Then his hot mouth found your perked nipples and sucked them both with the same burning desire. And when you thought that it was fire consuming you, that you'll melt underneath him, he circled the cube around your nipple and you let out a scream. The contrast made you dizzy for a moment, you squirmed when Hannibal moved the ice down the valley of your breasts.

"See? I told you" he smirked, watching your body trembling by his simple action. He was just moving the cube lower and you were about to cry in pleasure.

Disappointed sounds left your lips when he took it away again, but quickly you felt his fingers on your needy sex, circling the clit slowly.

"This is amazing" you choked out, adjusting yourself slightly, to give him a better access.

He worked like this for a while again, adding his mouth but keeping you on the edge constantly. And when one more time you were about to come, he exchanged his mouth for an ice cub and you saw stars. The most intense orgasm you've ever had, washed all over you, turning you into a complete mess.

But Hannibal didn't stop there. He continued his pattern few more times, leaving you completely drained and exhausted.

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10th "dirty talk"

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader

a/n: yes, I am trying to catch up with everything. None of the works are edited, so there might be a lot of mistakes. I will beta read it at some point when I'll have more time.

NSFW under the gif!

The planet you got stuck on looked like and endless desert with no life form on it. Not even a plant in your sight.

"Another happy landing" Obi Wan said, huge smile on his face.

You looked at him with shock. How could be so proud of himself?

"We crashed, dear General!" you exclaimed in shock. "And you call it happy landing?"

"Are we alive or not?" he asked calmly, walking slowly towards you. "And I was able to contact the Republic of our little situation, the rescue will come."

"Are you always so proud of yourself?" you scoffed, his calmness could drive you crazy sometimes.

"I just know what am I doing, my dear" he shot you that goddamn smile.

"Oh yeah I bet" you rolled your eyes.

After a while of annoyed pacing through the hard sand, you finally sat near the ship and sighed loudly. You knew this would happen, but would the one and only Master Kenobi listen to you? Of course not, he knew better. And now? Now you were stuck far away from Republic's ships in the sandbox. Perfectly splendid.

"Nothing to be worry about, Captain, we will be alright" his soothing voice didn't sooth you at all.

"Oh because you will take care of it?" you murmured not even looking at him. "If that's the way you always take care of things, I truly feel sorry for-"

"For whom?" he raised his eyebrows. "Have you forgotten am I a Jedi?"

"Right, a infinite virgin" you smirked at the thought but your smile faded when Obi Wan laughed.

"You're always that quick with conclusions?" he liked his lips slowly and you understood he was liking the conversation.

That bastard-

"You have no idea how quick I can be" you spat back partially wanting this to continue. "If you called that crash a happy landing I don't want to know what you call a good sex. Poor women probably had to pretend they came so the torture was over."

You took it far, you knew it but the tingle of excitement wouldn't let you stop now.

"Be careful with your words, y/n" he stood just above you, staring at you with a slight disappointment.

"What you're going to do? Shut me up?" another scoff left your lips as fought the urge to look at his now obvious erection. You weren't unbothered yourself.

"Do not push me, Captain" his hand grabbed your chin lightly, making you look into his ocean blue eyes, now with pupils dilated, so they looked bit darker than they were. "Remember that both can play this game."

"All I can see is you're getting worked up to my insults. I didn't know you had a degradation kink."

He laughed again and his grip on your chin tightened. You stopped yourself from moaning. The urge to push him to his limits was overwhelming you.

"Are you that salty because all the men you've been with couldn't make you come? Well I pity you then and shame on them. But since you're so mean, i won't say that I could do better. Live with that, my dear Captain."

The last words were whispered right into your lips and you were happy you were sitting, because your knees would betray you. He then just walked away. Like it was nothing. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't seem desperate. Loud exhale left your lungs as you put your face into your hands. You needed to make prove his words to you. Before the Republic arrives.

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9th "formal wear + bondage"

Connor x reader

a/n: I AM SO GODDAMN SORRY FOR THE AWFUL DELAT. College just kind of crushed me on the very fist week.

NSFW under the gif!

"You are looking ravishing today, Detective." soft voice of your android partner made you smile immediately. "I don't think I had the pleasure of seeing you in the uniform..."

"Oh this?" you chuckled fixing the collar of your white shirt. "It's an old one, I got it when I reached the rank if detective and haven't wore it until now."

"It makes you very much professional" Connor replied, something about how you looked, making him tingle inside.

"I'll take it as an insult towards my casual outwear" you smirked at him and he- You could swear for a second his cheeks turned light blue.

"I just like that one much more, Detective. That's all" he replied calmly and walked away.

"Alright, I guess?"

~~

None of you was sure how the simple compliment escalated into you two making out in your office. Thank God for the blinds you asked to be installed for you when you moved in there.

As much as you always saw androids like the beings equal to humans, you would never say you will be kissing one. But there you were, out of breath, his lips pressed to yours, soft, synthetic hands not wanting to let go of your waist.

Connor himself didn't know why he did that either. Just the look of you in the police uniform, fresh out of the important meeting, all bossy and- And just goddamn gorgeous, it all urged him to make a move. He couldn't stop that even if he tried.

"Connor, for fucks sa-" a moan interrupted your words when pushed himself more onto you and grabbed your ass. "I didn't know you guys are capable of that."

"I didn't know it either" he whimpered seeing few loose buttons on your shirt, giving him a perfect view of your chest.

He immediately started to his the exposed skin, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

"It's highly unprofessional, Connor. I'm your supervisor" you teased him, when he pushed you towards your surprisingly clean desk.

"Do you want to punish me for that, Detective?" he asked innocently and your mouth almost hit the ground. How could he-

"I think I might need to" you finally spoke and kissed him hard, trying assert your dominance.

Your hands did a quick job on his tie and you took it off his neck.

"Get up" you demanded. He quickly obliged, making your sex throb with excitement.

He didn't say a word when you tied his hands behind his back as he sat on the chair, by the soft whimpers between his quick breaths. When you finished you kissed him gently and looked into his soft brown eyes. His pupils were dilated, just like humans' in the state of desire. At this moment you were sure CyberLife didn't know shit about their creations. They were more than androids. If Connor could be sexually attracted to you, they couldn't be cold machines.

"Hey there" you stroked his cheek, watching the red led on his temple with worry. "Are you alright?"

"It's strange" he stated. "But it feels too good to stop now, Detective."

You smiled gently and kissed him again, placing yourself on his lap. Slowly unbuttoning his white shirt, you let his hips buckle into you few times.

"What am I going to do with a desperate android like you?" you teased, tracing your lips down his neck.

He whimpered.

"Whatever you want, Detective."

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8th "begging"

Daryl Dixon x reader

a/n: sorry for another delay, pls don't hate me for that. and i'm sorry this is a trash... But he isn't

NSFW under the gif!

"Can you stop fucking around with me?" you jumped at the rough voice coming from behind you.

You put your gun you were currently cleaning, to the side and looked at the man making his way towards you. Daryl stood right in front of the porch of your house and stared at you angrily, so you just crossed your arms on your chest, waiting for him to explain.

"Well?"

"You damn well know what I am talking about" he pointed his finger at you and you raised your eyebrows in shock. "You're acting like we have something, I tell you things and you- You're flirting with Spencer-"

"I'll stop you right there" you couldn't stand the last sentence. You took few steps down the stairs and finally faced him. "I did not flirt with him. That man disgusts me, you understand?"

"I saw-"

"I don't know what you saw, Daryl" you interrupted him again. " But if you want to talk about anything, let's go inside. I don't want to make a scene here."

With that you turned around and walked inside your house. Smirk found it's way to your face when you heard him following you quietly. The second the door closed, you turned to Daryl and bit the inside of your cheek to hide the smile.

"So, you were jealous? About fucking Spencer?" you giggled taking a step forward him and grabbed his vest lightly. "Really Daryl?"

"Forget about it" he murmured feeling embarrassed to say at least. "I don't want to talk about it."

"No, because that's a progress" you sighed and looked him in the eyes. "An emotion from you, aside of being grumpy."

Daryl rolled his eyes and you laughed at him. You've had your eye on the archer for a while now but he was hard to read. It was frustrating, every time you thought he was about to open, he backed up. And you wanted to know him better so much.

So having him in front of you with dilated pupils and heavy breath was exciting. You had to make a move while it lasted but you were afraid you'll scared him.

"Why were you jealous?" you whispered, inching closer to his lips.

"Stop it" his breath hitched in his throat. "Stop testing and teasing me just to go away-"

"You want me to go further?" a giggle came out from your lips after you brushed them with Daryl's. He nodded slowly. "You'll have to beg for it. Beg until you're as frustrated as I was with you"

Daryl snorted.

"I don't beg."

"Don't you?" you pulled him closer and kissed lightly his jaw. You swear you could hear his whimper.

"Please, y/n. Don't fuck with me."

"Was it that hard?" with that you kissed him with all the passion you had inside you.

You yelped when he kissed you back even harder, almost making you fall to the ground if it wasn't for him holding onto your hips. Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him towards your couch until he fell on it. You straddled him quickly, taking your shirt off, he groaned at the sight.

"You want this?" you leaned towards him, giving him even better view at your body.

"Yes."

"Then beg for it."

"You're evil" he grunted when you slowly moved your hips on him. "Fuck. Please, alright? Please."

"It sounds so satisfying from you" you moved harder and he gasped. "Keep doing that and I'll just fuck you good."

And for the first time in his life Daryl begged. He kept begging you, until you both came in each others arms. He didn't want this moment to end, you made him feel appreciated, loved... And safe.

[istigatorawrites]

7th "nudes"

Sherlock Holmes x reader

NSFW under the gif!

He was sitting in the back of the cab, on his way to crime scene when he received the first text from you. It simply said "I'm bored" with a gun emoji to that. He scoffed under his nose, knowing you're mocking his shooting at the wall when he was bored. He was about to put the phone back to his pocket when he heard another message coming. This time it made him raise his eyebrows in shock. You sent him a picture of yourself, bending slightly over the kitchen table, wearing his white shirt.

He felt his muscles tighten at the sight and he wasn't sure why. Human body wasn't strange to him, he saw enough of it. He never truly thought that sending someone explicit picture can be arousing in any way. But it took only his own shirt and you in it to make him lose his focus for a moment.

You don't have your own clothes? was his response when he gained his cool back. He needed to work a case and nothing could possibly distract him. At least that's what he told himself.

The next time he checked his phone, he was about to walk into the crime scene but he immediately froze when he saw your latest message.

Nope said the text but it wasn't all. There was another picture of you. This time you were sitting on his chair, his robe loosely on your body and your legs slightly pointed upwards to give the scene more spice.

"Jesus, woman" he murmured to himself not taking his eyes from the picture. Sherlock was truly surprised by your actions. His brain would call it an awful surprise, he had to work, but his body knew better. It was pleasant and torturous and the same time, he would rather explore that aspect himself, but he also wondered how far you can go before he shows you his interest.

"Are you coming?" Lestrade's voice brought him back to reality and he quickly shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Stupid game you've chose, he didn't have time for that.

Some time passed by without a text from you, Sherlock started to get anxious you gave up after he didn't answer you earlier, but then he heard the incoming message. He didn't care about Lestrade's monologue, he simply turned his back to all the people and walked away to make sure noone else will see whatever you had sent him this time.

Cat got your tongue? you wondered through text but that wasn't in his interest. His eyes focused on the sight of your body, covered only in lingerie that did absolutely nothing to hide your perky nipples. He swallowed hard, feeling how his pants got tighter but he didn't move. It was absolutely mesmerising but he couldn't tell why. If he saw picture like this anywhere else he wouldn't react but there was something making him weak in the knees about that particular one. Maybe the fact it was you? The only person that could make all his senses go wild, you were better than any drug he ever took.

It looks like it ate your entire wardrobe. he responded with shaky fingers, happy you could only see the outcome.

Sherlock heard Lestrade calling him once again, little annoyed this time. Oh dear Gavin if you only knew.

"Sherlock can you pay attention to this?" he asked finally when he saw Holmes reach to his pocket immediately after he heard the buzz.

But Sherlock couldn't care less about him. Soon he saw you sprawled on his bed, arched almost like in ecstasy, cunt visibly wet, glistening in the sunlight coming through the window. He was sure everyone could see the blush creeping up his neck as his erection grew even harder.

"Bloody hell" he murmured to himself, taking in the sight. He forgot about the case, hypnotised by your naked, beautiful body. Never in the wildest dreams would he say he's worked up over a photo, he was above that. Yet the sight of your soft, luscious breast was enough to make him want abandon everything and rush back home.

"Sherlock!"

"I need to go home" he murmured under his breath.

"But the case-"

"I don't care about the case! I have an emergency needed to take care about now!"

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6th "making out"

Peter Parker x reader

a/n: both Peter and reader are 18 here

NSFW under the gif!

You never thought you’ll end up in a dark hallway of someone’s house, pressed tightly to the wall with Peter Parker kissing you like there was no tomorrow.It wasn’t like you two were together, in fact it looked like you really didn’t like each other for completely no reason. It just was that way. 

You both came to the birthday party of someone’s name you probably didn’t even remember, but you liked parties. Couldn’t be said about Peter which you pointed out to him, already bit tipsy, when you saw him in the crowded kitchen. 

You didn’t think much of it, you were sure you won’t interact with him anymore this evening, there was enough people to party with without needing to see his face. But you were wrong. You were partying for another few hours until you found yourself needing to use the bathroom. As you walked out into empty corridor you felt someone grabbing your arm and pinning you to the wall.

“Why are you always like that?” you recognized Peter’s soft voice and your mouth opened in shock.

“What are you doing, Parker?”

“What have I done to you?” his grip was tight, tighter than you would ever expect from him, but not tight enough to hurt you. “You’re mean to me, like I’ve done something wrong. But I saw today, I saw how you looked at me when Flash humiliated me... You pitied me.”

“I just think there are boundaries” you shrugged but your whole body suddenly felt like on fire in his presence. “That’s not that deep.”

“I can sense your excitement now, you know?” Peter didn’t sound drunk, even if you swore you’ve seen him drinking. Regardless of the situation, his voice kept it’s softness. It surprised you.

“You’re drunk Peter-” you started but he leaned towards you and you gasped quietly. 

With his face that close to yours you couldn’t keep yourself calm anymore. Whispering quiet “oh fuck you Parker”, you grabbed him by his neck and kissed him hard.

He surprised you by immediately pushing your body against the wall with his own and grabbing your waist bit sloppily. You tangled your fingers with his brown locks and making him whimper quietly. That sound made your knees week for a second, and if it wasn’t for Peter’s firm body capturing between a wall, you would’ve collapsed.

“I don’t hate you” you breathed into his mouth when his hand found your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. “I really don’t”

Clumsily your hands found their way into his shirt and you whimpered in surprise, feeling his abs against your palms. He smirked into your lips, leaving them a second later to press hot kisses to your jaw and up to your ear.

“Peter we need to stop” he almost froze but you brought him in to another kiss. “I want to continue that but in somewhere private... You agree?”

“Yes” he panted breathlessly. “I do”

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5th "lazy morning sex"

Dean Winchester x reader

a/n: my dog hates his cone and won’t let me forget about it. Sorry for the delay loves 

NSFW under the gif!

Light kisses pressed on your shoulder blades and back of the neck, were what woke you up. Dean’s light stubble scratched your warm skin when he moved his lips to your ear and you chuckled a the sensation.

“Morning” he murmured with his eyes still closed.

“You’re not even fully awake” you giggled as his, still warm from sleep, arms wrapped around your waist. 

“I am awaken enough” was his sleepy answer which made you laugh quietly again.

You moved in his grip, so you could face him. He still looked like he was sleeping so you kissed his freckled nose and he smiled sweetly. After that he moved a little bit closer to capture your lips in sloppy, lazy but long kiss. You smiled into the kiss, feeling his calloused hands sliding down your body.

“Someone’s in the mood?” you asked when he left you lips and kissed your jaw gently.

“I am just very happy today” he whispered, voice still husky after the night and you felt shivers running down your spine. 

His hot, very slow kisses went down your throat, to you chest. Your head felt like it was still asleep but your whole body was alerted, anticipating what was about to come. Dean didn’t disappoint to annoy your senses as he slid one hand between your legs very slowly, lazily even. Your hand found his short hair instinctively when you felt his hot breath on your stomach. He left few more sloppy kisses down there, stroking hot skin of your inner thighs with his hand. Still in sleep haze, you pulled at his hair lightly, body slowly moving underneath him to show him you want more. 

“You’re barely awake” he mocked you now kissing your inner thighs.

“So are you” you breathed out, your eyes closed.

Dean then rose up from his position to kiss you passionately again and before your brain could register his actions, he pulled your sleeping pants to the side and pushed into you smoothly. His pace was slow, your lips connected in sloppy kisses every now and then. You could spend your eternity like this. Every morning could’ve been like this.

[istigatorawrites]

Sorry for the delay, I've had shitty two days, but I promise I'll post as soon as possible

Stay tuned!

Love, Vee