#(please ves i am begging you)

[sleepanonymous]

And now for something completely different

Information below "Keep Reading."

I had to leave the artist name intact for the ramble in baby Ves's description to make any sense. This is the only song we have released under this moniker, and none of the archive sites have any evidence of other pieces created with the same name. There was actually a small debate whether or not this even was baby Ves when the song first surfaced, but the proof is below in the description.

Crying at the "playthrough video" comment because all we have remaining of this epic piece is the audio. I can just imagine baby Ves sitting on his bed jamming on a 7-string 🥹🖤

Remember Eepy Babes: Caribou > Cows

[sgtgarricks]

thinking about free use!johnny...

afab!reader

cw: free use, p in v, overstimulation!!!!!!!!, creampie, degradation but with love, soap being nasty, reader is also nasty, i am reader.

no one look at me.

johnny who starts dating you, who was always flustered and shy when it comes to initiating sex. he doesn't always catch when you ogle him, but when he does, he jumps immediately at the chance.

johnny who coos and nips at you when you wouldn't stop staring at his crotch. he thinks it's so adorable that you're still so shy around him even after dating him for months.

johnny who slowly takes your hand, kisses your fingers and places it on his hardening cock.

"is this what you want bonnie? you need me to fuck you?" he starts kissing your neck slowly when you give him a nod and press yourself closer to him.

johnny who gets a brilliant idea that he brings up to you on a random night.

"what do you think, hen? i think it'd be a great way for you to get more comfortable in asking for it!" he was propping his head on one hand, seemingly unfazed after the intense fucking he gave you few minutes prior.

"i-i'm not sure, johnny... isn't that kinda... degrading for you?" you question, eyes wide staring into johnny's baby blues. unexpectedly, he guffaws and brings a hand to your cheek.

"you're so silly bonnie, course not. 'm offering it for a reason, you don't have to do anything with ir. just know it's always on the table." you squeak when he pinches your cheek and the little shithead just grins at you.

"okay... so, anytime i want? are you sure?"

"aye, i'm sure. anytime you want."

free use!johnny who's genuinely surprised you're taking him up on his offer. it starts off slowly, you snuggle closer to him and mouths at his neck. his neck is slightly damp from the slow kisses you pepper everywhere.

normally, this is where he'd drop everything to pleasure you. but seeing you so needy for him and the thought of you having to beg him for what you want, gets his cock throbbing in his pants.

"johnny..." you whine in his ear, positioning yourself fully on his lap now, "need you so bad..."

and just like that his patience snaps. he flips you over on the couch and takes his shirt off, exposing his delicious abs that you sit up to lick. he holds your head while you continue to grope him all over.

"mmm, so needy... don't worry, 've got ye." he slowly removes you from him and you begin to protest when he places his mouth on your panties. your complaint dies out as you let out a long moan. he rubs you over your panties and places kisses all over your wet pussy.

"so fuckin' wet for me, bonnie." you try to push his head deeper into your pussy and he laughs, "you gotta ask for it." he teases you and runs a finger over your clothed folds.

"johnny, please! want your mouth and fingers in me!" you hear fabric tearing as his mouth latches on your clit. two of his thick fingers slide right in from how wet you are.

"oh, fuck... so good, johnny." you grind your hips into his mouth as his fingers keep pace, fingers curled hitting that gooey spot inside you. he's slobbering all over you, his own hips grinding into the bed.

you feel lightheaded from the stimulation, eyes closing and back arching. johnny's fingers move faster as he makes out with your drooling pussy.

"cum for me, bonnie." and you cum hard. pussy clenching his fingers tightly as juices squirt out all over his fingers and mouth. johnny lets out a moan and instead of stopping moves faster as you come down from your orgasm.

you breathe heavily as johnny slows down. he kisses your pussy gently before coming up to kiss you deeply. you can feel his cock still hard in his pants, but as your hand trails down, his hand stops you.

"not tonight. 'm so proud of you, bonnie." he places a gentle kiss on your forehead and cuddles you.

free use!johnny who, after putting the deal on the table begins to have more sex in a week than he could've imagined. before, you were getting fucked at least four times in a week, but now? he felt like he had unlocked something in you.

the first few weeks, you were still as shy as usual. initiating with slow kisses, pinching his butt, groping his arms. he was more than happy to indulge you. you were getting more confident and it made him happy.

free use!johnny who knows he definitely unleashed a fiend. you were insatiable, kneeling down and unzipping johnny's pants as he was watching the telly.

your head is bobbing up and down on his cock as johnny throws his head back in pleasure. you were drooling and slobbering all over his cock, tears in your eyes and johnny thinks you're the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

he let you set the pace for a few moments before losing control and thrusting into your hot mouth. you choke a little at the thick intrusion but push through as johnny's pace becomes ragged.

"such fuckin' good for me, hen... lettin' me fuck your mouth." you moan at his words, moving faster and licking all over his shaft. johnny whines at the feel of your tongue and thrusts a few more times.

you feel a his hot cum spurting down your throat and you gag at the sudden feeling. johnny groans, both hands gripping your head to keep it still.

after he let out the last few spurts, you slowly remove yourself and lick your lips. johnny was still recovering when you plopped on his lap, kissing his cheeks.

"thank you, johnny."

johnny, still coming down from his high and dazed, can only nod.

"anything f' you."

free use!johnny who doesn't think there would come a day where his cock might actually need a break. the two of you had been fucking like rabbits whenever there was a chance. before he left for work, when he came home, whenever you could find him, you would be on him.

johnny had only taken one step inside the apartment when you immediately dragged him to the couch and sat on his lap.

"bonnie-"

you tug his soft cock out of his pants and slide it along your already wet folds. he grunted when he felt how wet you were, hands immediately grabbing your hips as his tip slides into your warm heat.

"fuck, johnny... you're so big..." you grind your hips into his, matching his thrusts. his thighs were meeting yours with every rise as you use him.

"yeah? y'like my cock?" he grits, fingers playing with your clit.

"y-yeah.. l-love your cock!"

"it's yours, baby.. so take it." he pounds deliciously into your squelching pussy, his tip hitting your cervix. you can feel every throb inside your walls.

neither of you were going to last long, you'd been wet thinking about him all day and the way he keeps hitting your gooey spot has stars dotting your vision.

"'m gonna cum.." you warn him as he begins to move even faster.

"cum for me. cream on my fucking fat cock, baby. make a mess of it." his lips latches onto your nipple, tongue swirling and sucking as his finger draws circles on your clit.

johnny feels when you cum and it draws out his climax. he groans as he can feel cum spurt from his softening cock. he gives one last thrust, plugging you tightly.

he rests his head on your shoulder, panting heavily. he kisses your shoulder gently and was about to slowly pull out when you begin to move again.

your eyes were closed with your hands around his neck when you begin to slowly grind on him again. he groans at the overstimulation, his cock still throbbing.

"fuckin' minx you are..."

"johnny.. please..."

he doesn't think he has anything left in his balls after you drained him. but he's a weak man. he can never say no to you. grunting, he begins to move his hips again.

"so fucking needy... that why you were so shy, hen? didn't want me to know how much you loved my cock?" he says in your ear, regaining his stamina to pull you down onto him as he thrusts up.

"such a slut for my cock, aren't you?" you can't speak. your mouth was perpetually open, head thrown back in pleasure. your thighs were shaking from exhaustion but you couldn't stop yourself from slamming back onto johnny.

he stops moving when you don't respond and you immediately indulge him.

"y-yeah, 'm a slut johnny.. l-love your cock so much!"

he flips you over so you're on your back. you whine when he slips out and he shushes you. he grabs your legs and moves you into a mating press. when he slips back in you gush around him. the couch was positively defiled with how you two were going at it.

"gonna be the death of me.." he mumbles. he was sweating profusely and were you not in a mating press you would've leaned up to smell him. you let him pound you into the couch, content to just lay there and take what he gives you.

it doesn't take long for you to feel your climax coming, your thighs begin to shake and your walls begin to pulsate. instead of speeding up, johnny slows down. opting to lean almost all the way out, before thrusting deeply. each motion sends a glob of his cum out of your pussy and you moan.

eventually, your back arches and you reach your high. your climax triggers johnny's as he cums once more inside your ruined pussy. the both of you weren't speaking anymore, too fucked out to say anything.

he slowly pulls out of you, wincing slightly. he tries to get up but fails and ends up collapsing on your chest. he mumbles something about his balls running out of cum and closes his eyes.

you laugh, content and stroke his hair gently.

"thank you, johnny."

"i think 'm gonna pass out now."

[taylormarieee]

Fuck me like you want me MiggyMiguel O'Hara

Summary: Your desperate for Miguel after he gets out of the shower...

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Hispanic!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: PiV sex, Dirty talk, Needy reader, Dom!Miguel, Sub!Reader, Praise Kink, Degrading Kink, V-Line obsession, Breeding Kink, Begging, Orgasm Denial, Established Relationship

A/N: This is dedicated to my princess @ribbonprincess since technically today is her birthday so Happy birthday my love!

BIRTHDY FIC 1/3

You and Miguel were the best couple. Not only was he the famous Spider-Man but he was also a scientist.

You were a Bartender so you had to work nights. Not all the time Miguel liked it but he couldn't really complain because he always had emergency calls at the spider society during sex making him grumpy for the rest of the night.

Or people from his Firm needed him to solve an experiment for them. Either way you both were extremely busy but you always found time for each other nonetheless.

When you guys had dinner together it was always enjoyable leading to sex all night.

You two have a great relationship but Miguel could be a bit of a tease. And granted you did love it, it was stressful when you were pent up and he said no.

You were waiting for Miguel to get out of the shower, you were sitting on the toilet in the bathroom as the room fogged up and you reminisced in the heat.

The glass to the shower was blurry and fogged up so all you could see was his figure and his tanned skin.

"Miggy, please!?" You begged, "I need you. I'm so horny right now and you know what that means." You finalize with a hint so Miguel would get it.

It's clear you were ovulating and that explains why your extremely horny. So you hoped hinting to it would make Miguel relent his torture with the word no but-

"No Carino, Te amo querida pero no." He finalized his no and you pout.

(No Darling, I love you dear but no.)

"Pero Miguel, ¿pensé que me amabas? Realmente te necesito." You whine.

(But Miguel, I thought you loved me? I really need you.")

He shakes his head and steps out the shower. His towel hugging his slutty waist and nice toned body.

His toned abs flexing when he breathes and his chest heaving while he slowly breathes in and out.

You stare at him, mouth wide open as you admire your boyfriend. His body nice and wet from getting out the shower.

His hair slicked back from him running his large, long fingers through his silky soft hair.

"Damn Miguel, Te ves muy bien mojada. Hablando de estar mojado..." You smirk at him and he chuckles shaking his head.

(You look very good wet. Speaking of being wet…)

"Princesa, te amo pero no ahora".

(Princess, I love you but not right now.)

You pout your lips a little more and make your doe eyes bigger. He looks at you, sighs before shaking his head no and walking over to the sink.

You watch as he walks over to the sink, admiring his body. The way his abs flex, his slutty waist, his V-line, his happy trail and etc. Ugh you loved his arms as well.

The faint scratches left from a few nights ago on his back, the hickeys you left him this morning before he woke up.

He looked like a fucking god to you. His big muscles and broad back. The more you looked at him the more you set yourself up for failure.

"Miggy..."

"Princessa..." He warns giving you a stern look. You look at him with pouty lips and finally just walk out the bathroom.

"Fine. I guess I'll go ask Hobie if he's in the mood for some good hispanic pussy." You say as you walk towards the bed to grab your phone to call Hobie.

Miguel's eyes widen, Hobie was insufferable so he quickly went to you and snatched the phone out your hand before you could even press his name to call.

"Princessa... always so needy aye? Aye dios mio que voy a hacer contigo?" he says in a low seductive voice.

(Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?)

"What you can do is fuck the shit outta me no questions asked..." You say with your best puppy dog eyes. You were being extra clingy today, you blame the fact that your ovulating.

He picks you up and kisses you roughly. "Such a bad girl... you gonna be a good slut for me?" He asks as he throws you on the bed and begins ripping your clothes off.

You nod your head and whine at the feeling of the cool air brushing your pussy lips. Clit sore and throbbing as the feeling gets more intense by the second just looking at Miguel.

"I need words Mi amor, words." He says as his long fingers rub tight figure eights on your clit. You squirm and whine and mumble out an "Yes miggy! I'll be a good s-slut for you!"

He smirks and drops his towel his big fat juicy cock making it's lovely appearance. Your mouth instantly started watering at the sight. He ran his cock along your wet slick folds and you whimper at the friction.

In your mind you wanna just grind on him and force his cock to slide into your soaking entrance but you keep repeating in your mind 'Be a good girl, be a good girl' because you know how mean Miguel can get when your not a good girl.

You stay still and let him do his work while you watch him get his cock nice and wet with your arousal. "Miggy pleaseee, i-ive been good haven't I?" you ask, whining at how good his cock feels on your folds.

He chuckles darkly before inhaling sharply at the feeling of his leaking tip slip in your entrance. "Yea, you've been a good girl princess. I guess you can get this dick now." he replies pushing further into you.

You let out a whine at the stretch your pussy is making to accommodate Miguels fat cock. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out a content sigh and close your eyes after finally getting what you've been begging for.

"Mierda my love, your so tight." he whispers against your ear, burying his face in your neck.

Your cunt clenches at Miguels voice and his words. You tap his shoulder as a sign to start moving and he begins to grind against you.

Slowly pulling his cock all the way out till the tip is only in and then plunging himself right back into your warm cunt.

"Oh fuck Miguel!" you cry out as he continues his relentless pace on your cunt. Your body feels like it's floating and you feel so euphoric with Miguel inside you.

his thrusts sending you into a state of pleasure, you don't even care if the neighbors complain about the headboard hitting the wall, all you cared about was Miguel and this moment, this moment that has been put off for so long.

Your hands embracing his large back and arms leaving more marks on his his god-like body. "Fuck beautiful, you feel so good, gonna cum in this pretty pussy yea?" he groans out.

"Wanna give you all my babies yea? Have all my kids, wanna see your belly nice and swole holding my child." He whispers in your ear, you moan out.

"Yes yes yes! I wanna have your babies Miggy, please!" you cry out as his pace surprisingly gets faster.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me." He praises. Your on the edge, and that praise it's self was enough to throw you over the edge but miguel feels how your tensing up.

He feels how your pussy is squeezing him so well. He pulls out before you could even touch the feeling of pleasurable heaven, before you could even relish and drown in the pool of pleaseure.

"Oh mi amor, you thought that you were gonna cum that easily? tsk tsk, no no mi amor, I need to cum in this pretty pussy first. Make sure all my cum stays in there nice, tight and warm." He says

You cry out at the feeling of being empty before your filled right back up to the brim with Miguels big fat cock.

After a couple more thrusts and dirty talk, Miguel is almost there. He's so close to cumming and giving you his babies.

He's never wanted anything so badly then to see you bare his child. To see you walk around with clothes that barely fit cause your stomachs always poking out.

To be able to feel the first kick of that baby growing in your stomach. Nothing has ever clouded and made his lust more powerful then fantasizing about you having his child inside you.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Gonna c-cum, fuck i'm gonna cum in this pussy muñeca." he groans

He thrusts 3 more times before he stills inside of you shooting his sperm inside you, the feeling of him painting your walls white carries you over the edge and you feel the wave of pleasure rush over your body as you shake and convulse from your mind-blowing orgasm.

"Fuck!" you cry out as you grip onto his shoulders to ground yourself. You close your eyes trying to catch your breath as Miguel begins to pull out.

He watches as some of him cum seeps out of your cunt. He uses his finger to push all of it back inside you.

He climbs up o your face and gives you a sweet kiss on your temple and a passionate kiss on your lips.

"Can't wait to have such a domestic life with you mama." he says with a smile on his face.

"I love you miggy"

"I love you more princessa."

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[inkdrinkerworld]

My toxic trait is loving when men grovel after messing up.

If you feel upto it could you write grunpy!remus accidentally stands you up so you give him the silent treatment by the next morning he's literally on his knees hugging your waist telling you how sorry he is. Begging you to please talk to him to yell and be mad "please just let me hear your voice dove."

omg bestie same!!

you'd sat in the cafe for almost an hour and a half before remus texted,

'can't make it dove, today's been really shit.'

you wouldn't have minded so much if he'd sent the text an hour earlier, but you'd sat there, staring at the door hoping every time it opened it would've been him.

with a sigh you push out of your seat and head for the door. there's not a current destination in mind, you just know you're not ready to go home yet.

by the time you make it to your front door, the sun is setting and your shoulders are a little less tense.

you don't hear remus before you see him- passed out on the sofa with his glasses still on and his laptop still opened on his lap.

even though you're annoyed with him your heart still speeds up and you drop a kiss to his forehead before going upstairs.

the next morning, you wake up to smelling sugar toasting and the distinct aroma of cinnamon. frowning you sit up, bed cold from remus' lack of presence.

"dove?" he calls as you walk down stairs but you don't say anything. you're still a little pissed and even though he's trying to make up you're still frustrated.

"g'morning dove," he hums, turning to you as he shuts the ovenn door closed. at your lack of response he frowns. "dove? are y'alright?"

you don't even hum.

"baby," he pauses and you can see his mind whirring with plausible explanations for your silence. "are you upset with me?"

you take a seat on the kitchen island and swing your feet like he's not even speaking to you.

"i'm sorry for missing dinner last night dove, i really am," he mumbles, invading your space after setting the hot tray on the stovetop. "please talk to me?"

you look over his head as he ducks into your line of vision. "sweetheart," his hands hold your thighs then. "baby please talk to me."

despite your anger, and frustration at him, your eyes fill with tears. "dove, no," he coos, thumbs brushing your cheeks as your eyes shut.

"i was there for over an hour before you texted remus, do you know how embarrassing that is?"

your breath hiccups and remus feels even more horribly than he had last night.

"m'sorry dove, i really am. i should've called sooner and shouldn't 've had you there so for long, i apologise baby."

his lips sponge kisses to your face and your damp cheeks as you hiccup again.

"i really really am sorry, won't do it again." he promises and you open your eyes to find him giving you the most pleading look you've ever seen on his face. "talk to me, starlight."

you tuck your face into his shoulder as you regulate your breathing.

"are you making brown sugar cinnamon poptars from scratch?" remus chuckles, the vibrations tickling your cheek as you press your face further into his neck.

"mhm, and i made us lunch reservations for today too."

[allzelemonz]

Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Telling them you’re a virgin

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kissing, fluff, sensual touching, groping, begging, losing virginity, beginnings of a sexual encounter

Abe: 

He looks at you for a moment, processing what you said. “Ya are?”

You nod, slowly moving your hands from his waist. He catches them and holds them betweens you as he continues to think. You’re sitting on his bed, his tiny bed in a little shack on the edge of the ranch.

“Ya don’t wanna do it here, do ya?” He asks, his hands squeezing yours.

“I want you, Abe.” You shake your head and shrug. “I don’t really care where.”

He dips his head as he blushes and shakes his head a little. “I-I could get us a hotel room over in Strawberry…”

You tilt his head back up and rest your hand on his cheek. “I don’t wanna wait.”

Abe gives you a light smile as his face turns much redder. You lean in and kiss him, picking up where you left off as your hands go back to his waist and tug at his shirt to untuck it. Abe helps, pulling his suspenders down as he kisses you with a happy smile. He can’t help it, you’re picking him for something so important. At least he thinks it’s important, which is why he stops you when your fingers start at the buttons of his shirt.

“Ya sure, really sure, hon’?”

You press a quick kiss to his lips and smile. “Yes, Abe. I am very sure.”

“Alright.” He says, more breath than voice as he watches you return to unbuttoning his shirt. “If yer sure.”

Bill Williamson: 

His face goes red, already having been nervous about how far you’ve gone. You’re in your tent, Bill is hovering over you and his lips are already a little sore. He wants to keep going, it’s been on his mind ever since you put your hand on his thigh by the campfire an hour ago, but all he can do is look at you.

“Oh…” He shuffles above you awkwardly, suddenly feeling much more guilty about the tent in his pants. “Oh, I-I’m sorry- I didn’t- You-”

“Bill.” You say, slowly running your hands over his arms that hold him above you. “I just wanted you to know. I-I want to keep going.”

“Ya do?” Bill asks, confusion covering his face. “Ya-Ya want me ta…”

You pull him back in for a kiss and Bill returns it with some nerves. He’s hesitant to put his weight back on you, now unsure of himself.

“Please, Bill.” You whisper.

His heart skips at that. He looks over you and slowly gets comfortable on top of you again, letting his apparent arousal press against your thigh as he kisses you again and melts into everything you’ll give him.

Charles Smith: 

He stills, his hands becoming much lighter on your hips. “You should’ve told me.”

“I just did.”

He sighs. “I wouldn’t ‘ve been so…”

“You can be rough, Charles.”

He rests his head against yours. “I was thinking things I shouldn’t.”

You tuck some of his hair behind his ear and kiss his head. “Next time then?”

“Maybe.” He smiles lightly, sighing. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I do.” He pulls you closer. “I want you to feel good.”

His eyes catch yours like a trace and you nod. He connects his lips to yours again, much more intentional this time. With this new pace, it could be a long night.

Colm O’Driscoll: 

He grins like a mad man as he thinks of the implications. He’s just pushed you down to sit on his bed after having kissed and felt you up for hours. But now that you’ve told him, his plans are changing actively in his mind.

“Ya don’t say…” His eyes flick over you in a hungry way that makes just a hint of fear shoot through you. “Ain’t lyin’ are ya?”

You shake your head. “Why would I lie?”

He hums as he leans over you, hands resting on your thighs as his face gets close to yours. “Somethin’ special ‘bout takin’ somebody’s innocence, sweetheart.” His hand moves up your leg, tilting inwards until he feels what he wants. “Ya want me? Want me ta make ya feel what ya been missin’, sugar?”

You nod, breath hitching as he squeezes at your leg.

“I need words, sugar.” He hums. “Go on, tell me what ya want.”

His eyes fix on yours but his hand doesn’t stop its trip. He presses at you, much more than he has before. He’s touched you, groped just enough to make you want him, teasing you, but he had no idea this is all new for you.

“Colm…” You mumble.

“Be specific now, sugar.”

“I don’t- I mean-”

Your mind is clouded by the new and pleasant sensation that Colm is giving you as he rubs your through the fabric separating you.

“Want some help?” Colm asks, earning a nod from you. “That’s alright, sugar, you’ll get better. Ya like this?”

You nod as your hips buck against him slightly. Colm pushes you back down with his free hand as he moves closer to your ear.

“Ya want me ta fuck ya all gentle?” He whispers.

“Please.” You manage to say.

Colm grins against your skin as he kisses along your neck and slowly tilts you back onto the bed.

Kieran Duffy: 

Kieran feels a guilt come over him, expecting something from you that you’ve never even experienced. You may be the one pinning him to the tree but his hands are on your waist, his fingers are brushing bare skin under your shirt. He withdraws them as he looks over you in a new light, remembering his first time with a distinct worry that he’ll screw yours up like his.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out, Kieran.” You say, removing your hands from him because you don’t want to pressure him. “I just thought you should know.”

He nods, staring at the ground as he thinks. “Ya, uh, ya never even…”

You shake your head. “Nothing. But I want to do all those things with you.”

“Yer messin’ with me.” He mutters.

Timidly, you put your hands on the side of his face and make him look at you. “I’m not, Kieran. Can we just keep going, like I never mentioned it?”

“But yer- I mean-” He licks his lips from a mix of nerves and the desire you made him feel when his back first hit the tree and your hands wandered over him. “Ya don’t want somethin’ special?”

You smile lightly. “I have you, right?”

Kieran’s face turns pink as you press him back against the tree and kiss him as you were before. He puts his hands back at your waist and melts back into it, forgetting things for now and letting you do as you please.

Micah Bell: 

“You?” Micah asks.

His hand is frozen in place, resting high up on your inner thigh as you sit in his lap. You’re by the fire, alone at the late hour in the dark, and Micah has been pressing heated kisses to your neck. He’d just gotten hard and you could feel it, so you told him as gently as you could.

You nod, turning a little to meet his eyes. The ice in them is melted but covered in conflict as he weighs his options. He had a plan. He was going to get you all needy, take you to your tent, and fuck you like he’s been wanting for the whole of your time with the gang. He was going to be rough because he’s been waiting for so long, maybe have you suck him off in the morning too. But this changes things. You’re not what he thought and he doesn’t know what to do now.

You can sense this, seeing the look that plants on his face. So you take his hand in yours and encourage him to continue as you kiss him. He’s stiff for a moment before he leans into you, letting you take some lead in it all. He lets you pull his hand higher up your thigh and his fingers brush against you.

That makes him pull away with a slight hum. “Let me do this proper, darlin’.”

He pushes your hand away and helps you stand, pulling you along to your tent with an entirely new plan for the night.

Sean MacGuire: 

Sean sits back, pulling his hands into his own lap as soon as possible to hide a growing tent. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t know, I wouldn’t a’ wanted ta… Well I would, but tha’s not the point-”

“Sean, shut up.” You mutter, annoyed that he took his hands back.

“Alright, love, here’s what we’ll do.” Sean says, leaning forward. “Take things nice and slow, right? I wanna give ya the time a’ yer life.”

You press a short kiss to his lips, only pulling away for a second before Sean puts his hands on your face and pulls you back in. He’s less hungry now, more sweet. He can’t help but giggle as he lays down with you and your hands rest on his hips.

[bellsluvschrissturn]

“What are you doing”

Warning: male rece!ve, Lap dance,touchy chris,pet names, baby, mama,handsome, chris sturniolo x real!st reader out there

Author note: what's good sluts don't read if you are not into it, don’t bitch and complain if you don’t like shit like this grown the fuck up, anyways enjoy bitches I would say MDNI but you little shits won’t listen to me so fuck it. I'm dyslexic don’t come for me if sum shit isn't spelled right i don't wanna hear shit.

Hey mama why are you doing Chris asked you as your coloring your coloring book in your silk robe, nothing just coloring you answered what are you coloring? Chris asks

A cupcake you answer cute he replied oh wait I got something for you, you say let me see baby Chris says you dim the lights and play the weeknd party and the after party. You start to seductively unwrap your robe and slowly shimmy it down your body as Chris’s favorite one of your lingerie is an all black set with very thin detailed lace and a pink bow above the ass and the top really compliments your breasts, that’s why it’s his favorite.

As the lingerie becomes visible to Chris he says “What are you doing?” nothing baby, just enjoy the show hun you replied as you walk to him and kinda shove him on the bed as he lays half up half down on his elbows.

You then start to sway your hips over his thigh moving up to his crotch he groans as your ass comes in contact with his dick mama please don’t tease me he says in a whiny I’m not baby I’m giving you a show you say assuring him your not trying to tease you just want to do something for him, ok baby I don’t think I can last long though he says truthfully it’s ok baby I’ll just make you cum again no worries. You say in a sensual manner he whimpers at that oh you like that baby you say continuously rubbing your ass up and down his erection with you hands on his thighs you move slower and all over his waist down knees up

He starts moaning, feeling the pressure at a slow pace wanting more scratch that CRAVING MORE,NEEDING MORE. He shoves you down and you face him what the hell chris you say I’m sorry I just need you to suck my dick please it hurts to bad to be messing around please mama please he begs aww Chrissy you want me to suck your hard cock you tease yes mama please baby p-please he stutters as he feels you starting to unbuckle his belt oh shit he whispers you want to feel good baby you ask in a sexual voice y-yes mama i do chris stutters out ok you say as you start pulling his pants and boxers down oh my such a pretty cock chris such a pretty cock you coo chris moans as he feels your spit covered hand come in contact with his aching erection, he bites down on is lip to keep all his noises in don't bite your lip handsome i want to hear those pretty sounds baby you sweet talk chris looks at you with this look of desperation. Please p-please touch me baby im aching mama please chris whines, baby i am you say no with your mouth i want my cock to abuse your throat he says ok baby you say as you down his cock sucking and hollowing your cheeks, abusing your own throat with his cock ohfuckohfuckohfcuck im cumming baby he says before shooting his white seed in your mouth mhhhh baby you taste so good you praise all chris can let out is mmmmmh

You ok babe you ask ya he lets out raspy and tired thank you mamas he says anytime baby want me to eat you out chris asks no baby tonight was for you handsome you say you sure he asks ya baby you kiss him as you peel your lingerie off and change into a lyrical lemonade shirt and black shorts you lay back in bed and see chris knocked out. You kiss his forehead and say goodnight handsome

That's it for today bitchs im going to sleep goodnight.

Most likely going to post every friday but i'm not sure I have been busy

@slxtformatt

[fushiguroshotwife]

HAUNTED HOUSE

TW: unprotected sex, deep throats, blowjobs, gagging, a little age gap between reader and Toji, RAPE-PLAY kink!.. Ve's note !: This needs more warnings but idk 😭— Honestly I don't like how I made the theme of this i kinda think it doesn't look good but I finally made smut so idc hehe, Again, even if you're not a minor; if you're not comfortable with Rape-Play DNI. But both partners have given consent!.. What happens?: Toji gives in to acting for your kink after you begged him for your little fantasy of Rape-Play in a haunted house 🏚️ ... [Luv] WC : 1,002 words! This is for @fuyuswifey 's 31daysofhalloween collab 🏚️

MDNI 18+ CONTENT HAPPY EARLY SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

It was late at nighttime when you and your female friends visited a haunted house, and the only reason you went there was simply because you had gotten extremely bored.

While your so-called buddies went to the locations where the workers, also known as the folks costumed to perform jump scares, were, you headed to the darker, more deserted areas of the old house.

The moments were slipping away like wind because you were overwhelmed with boredom.You decided to pay a visit the nearby cornfield maze because it was just a short trip away.

As you approach the maze's entrance to see how things are going, you notice that no one is present. Instead, everyone has entered the haunted home to see if they would experience any fright.

You didn't mind it all that much because there was no one to annoy you in the maze—there were no crying infants or crying little children, nothing at all.. just nothing..

As if you were in a scary movie, the night grew progressively darker until it seemed as though you could not see anything else. However, you could see things, but darker than usual.

Then a dark tall man wearing a black mask and black lose shirt and cargo pants with quite the strong figure walked up to you intimidatingly, you panicked and thought nothing of it and hoped it's just another man going to the maze, but oh.. how you're mistaken..

Next, the man crept up a little bit. He grabbed you by the neck, held you motionless, and slammed you onto the hard, cold ground.Panic increased as you panted from the unexpected movement.

When you felt his hot breath on your neck, you froze and shivered. You said, "Sir, p..please don't hurt.. me," in a low toned voice.

"Are you trying to command me, little girl?" he snorts. He cluckles like a psychopath, and you plead, "no.. b..but.."

Before you could complete, the masked man sits on the ground at your height because you are unable to stand up at all.

His eyes widened as he ripped off your crop top, revealing nothing but your bare breasts within. As you pant in anxiety, he nibbled on your nipples.

As he spoke while groping you, you pant helplessly."What's up, kid? Not being able to speak? going to cry now? "Poor thing," he spat and laughed maniacally.

You only manage to contain your tears as you wriggle in his arms and feel his hands touching your exposed breasts.

You start to sweat profusely from the tension, and you let out a quiet, low moan. His eyes widened again, and he pulled off his undergarments and trousers, saying, "Take it all, kiddo." He cluckles like a lunatic and thrusts his large hairy, veiny dick into your mouth. As you spit it out, he moves it back and further in. "Take it all, or I'll make you suffer pain if you don't." He spat laughing .. Over and over, it makes you gag.

You repeatedly sucked his dick clean up until.. "Take everything in your mouth, and perhaps I'll reward you for being such a good little girl." He laughed like though a psychopath in the blood, When you followed his instructions, he came right into your mouth and commanded in a stern voice, "Take it all down there, kid."

Not that you had a choice, you obeyed.

He entered your mouth, tore off your miniskirt, and dove right into your sex as you gasped with such pleasure. You thought, 'I'm not supposed to like this. Am I?,' as he inserted his finger directly into the small opening that was deep within your sex.

You groan loudly as he fucks you vigorously and hits all the right points because, after all, you need him. You pant and squirm as he does it. "Feelin' good, kid?" he chuckled with his deep raspy voice.

You groan deeply in a more intense, softer voice like a pornstar; it was too much for you to bear. "It appears that someone may be enjoying this a little too much, are we? " He responded in a hoarse, deep, low voice..

"Fu- fuck! Toji m' cumin' mm!" You barely had said, he was a tad bit surprised.. "are you not on control?.." he asked as he rose up to look at you on the ground..

"y..yeah.. m 'sorry .. " you replied a soft toned voice.. "alright then.. did I scare you, princess?" He cluckles the same as before, "maybeee!.." you replied.. "alright.. I did your little fantasy ya' weirdo.. " he laughed.

"I am not weird! " you protest. "Oh I'm sorry— should I call you a fuckin' down bad little pussy for me? " he replied with a sarcastic grin..

"because to have such a fantasy like yours is unusual, ain't it, my dirty lil slut?.." he says.. you pout in return, "don't pouts brat, I did what ya' asked." He says with a smirk, "or do you just want a round 2 already, what a needy brat, aren't ya darlin'? "

"what.. mm.. n..no.. " you replied stuttering like a dork.

"then get up and lets go back home, kiddo." He said in a raspy voice

"okay.. fine.." you pout, as you tried to get up.. you couldn't..

"awwh did I fuck you so hard you can't stand on two legs anymore?.. how cute.." he smirked, you say, "just shut up and get me off the floor!.." he helped you off the floor and carried you away like a groom to his bride..

You lay next to him on his bed at home and cling on to him as you think of the whole thing that just happened..

You completely forget you left your friends right inside of that damned haunted house thing that you all went, but none of that matters, all that matters, is Toji.. toji fushiguro is the only thing you care about, you didn't give a shit about them anyway.. let them be there.. they will find a way out sooner or later, right?..

FUSHIGUROSHOTWIFE2023/2024™ all rights reserved, do not translate, copy, use my layouts or ideas, do not repost my work even on different sites, do not steal any of my work. Do not claim any of my work as yours, like shit ain't nice.

[lunerabo]

no but like could u do a oneshot or something about the reader cussing someone out in spanish (im guessing u speak spanish since ur mexican) n who ever u want getting horny...? idk i had friend tell we it was hot when i spoke on the phone with my sister in spanish n that made me feel... happy ;)

I am absolutely a no sabo kid but WE’RE WORKING ON IT and luckily for you I know enough to answer fairly confidently (though that’s mainly taking from shit my mother has said to me soooo.)

Gone are the days where you can poke fun at him, where you’d cackle like a hyena on the phone with a friend about how you can say anything you want and your boyfriend can’t understand you. Satoru’s a smart man. Even if he hadn’t asked to learn your tongue at all, he would’ve picked up on some things.

You’d be proud of him for learning, if he didn’t immediately abuse what little power he’s gained. Insulting your salsa—“no es tan picoso,” he claims, even as his eyes water—and oh, you’ll show him picoso alright.

What he does notice, however, is the interesting habit of yours to switch languages whenever you’re annoyed in the hopes that he’ll stop attempting communication. This is a barrier he’s at last breached, replying in English or in Japanese whenever you spit a petty insult at him. And to say you aren’t pleased about that is an understatement.

“No entiendes la palabra que no? I really would, pero I’m so busy right now, you don’t even know.”

He may not know every word in the question, but he knows enough to understand it.

“But we can eat later! I’m hungry for something else right now, you can understand that.”

“Satoru, keep this up and you’re making your own food tonight.”

“Come on, you know as much as I do you don’t want to be stuck cooking, not while I’m right here, just begging for you to-“

“No. Quiero comida.” A pause, before you mutter to yourself, “y te ves como un palo.”

He gasps, dramatically slapping a hand to his chest.

“Excuse me?! How? You are all over these muscles in bed, need I remind you, I’m the furthest thing from-“

“It’s the outfit. Doesn’t do you any favors, makes you look skinny.”

“Then take it off me.”

Your lips press into a line, eyes shut and brow furrowed in annoyance, as you turn to face him.

“Y sigues con los pendejadas.”

His hands are, unsurprisingly, already on your ass, his boner pressed hard up against your waist.

“C’mon,” he whispers, and you allow him only a kiss, before whipping your head around to face the source of the slightly burnt smell.

“Satoru! You- ugh, por el amor de dios-“

He’s got a split second notice before he sees you reach downward for a weapon he’s become far too well acquainted with in the time he’s been with you, and he bolts out of the kitchen with a desperation only ever seen on rabbits running from foxes.

“Hijo de puta motherfucker, I’ll gonna wring your little neck como un pollo! Usaré tus seis ojos como joyas!”

Your aim is true, your slipper firm, and your boyfriend likely concussed.

[pablogavisgirl]

Broken Love

read part five ➸ here

"Te amo." Gavi blurrted out. (I love you.)

"Que?" (What?) You were well aware, of what he said. Two months ago you would have been over the moon to hear those words come out of his mouth, but now you felt nothing.

You felt numb, staring at his eyes. The same eyes that once gave you butterflies, now made you feel nothing.

"Te amo." (I love you.)

"Para." You said. (Stop.)

"No, Y/n, Te amo, y sí, me llevó mucho tiempo darme cuenta, pero cuando vi esas fotos tuyas y de Pedri-" (No, Y/n, I love you and it took me a long time to realize it, but when I saw the pictures of you and Pedri-)

"Que? ¿Qué fotos?" You asked.

"Las fotos de los dos en la playa". (The photos of you two on the beach) He replied, "No se mostró tu cara, pero vamos, hemos sido mejores amigos desde que nací, sé cómo te ves, sabía que eras tú cuando vi las fotos". (Your face wasn't shown but come on we've been best friends since birth I know what you look like I knew it was you when I saw the pictures.)

"Y joder, me dolió, porque te amo y siento haber tardado tanto en darme cuenta, pero.-" (And fuck, didnit hurt, because I love you and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize but-.)

"Pablo, Por favor, para". (Pablo please stop.) You whispered, "Si solo dices esto por celos, no es agradable". (If you're just saying this because you're jealous, its not nice.) you whispered.

"Lo digo porque es la verdad". (I'm saying this, because its the truth.) He said grabbing your hands guiding you inside your apartment, closing the door behind him.

"No." You choked out sinking into your couch. "No."

"Si, te amo, por favor mirame". He pulled you closer, trying to get you to look up at him.

"Estás siendo malo, Pablo, no juegas con los sentimientos de la gente". (You're being mean, stop Pablo, you don't play with people's feelings.)

"Dijiste que no me amaba, dijiste que solo somos amigos, dejaste de tratar de contactarme, te rendiste". (You said you didn't love me, you said we we're only friends, you stopped trying to reach me you gave up.)You began to ramble all your surpressed feelings coming out.

"Me di por vencido porque no estabas respondiendo a ninguna de mis llamadas o mensajes, no abriste la puerta cuando llamé, pero eso no significa que no te ame, nena por favor, dime que aun mi amas." He begged, his voice slightly cracking. ("I gave up because you weren't answering any of my calls or messages you didn't open the door when I knocked, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. Please tell me you still love me.)

"Pablo te tengo que decir algo..." (Pablo...i have to tell you something...)You whispered not daring to look at him in the eyes. You couldn't look at his face when you broke it to him.

"¡Chica, tienes que empezar a cerrar la puerta con llave! Nunca se sabe quién podría entrar, siento haber tardado tanto, ¡pero bueno, traje pizza!" Isabella's voice ringing throught the apartment. ("Girl you have to start locking your door! You never know who could come in, sorry I took so long but hey I brought pizza!")

"¡Chica! ¿Onta-" Isabella's words stopped as she entered the living room, staring at both you and Gavi.

"Oh, lo siento, no sabía que ibas a hablar con él hoy" She said, slowly backing away an awkward smile plastered on her face. (Oh i'm sorry I didn't known you were going to talk to him today.)

"¿Quieres la pizza?" (Do you want the Pizza?) She said trying to difuse the tension,

"Isa."

"¿Qué? Puedes cortar la tensión con un cuchillo, pero si no quieres la pizza, me la llevo" She laughed. (What? You can cut the tension with a knife, but if you don't want it I'll take it)

"Isabella." You said giving her a stern look, that now was not the time for jokes.

"Ok, vale, sé que cuando no me quieran me iré , y estoy cerrando tu puerta ya que me preocupo por ti y te amo y no quiero que te secuestren". She yelled from the hallway hearing the door click. (Ok ok I know when I'm not wanted I'll be going now, and I'm locking your door since I care about you and love you and don't want you to get kidnapped.)

Gavi laughed at you rolling your eyes, "¿Tenías que decirme algo?". (You had to tell me something?)

Your face dropped, "Si." (Yes)

You bit your tongue, how exactly were you supposed to tell your bestfriend that you're supposed to be in love with that you kiss his bestfriend twice?

"Tu silencio me está asustando." Pablo spoke. You looked into his eyes, they were so pure and innocent, you couldn't tell him, it would destroy him.

"Lo siento". You brought your head down to your hands. (I'm sorry.)

"Hice algo malo, no debería haber dejado que sucediera". You said not daring to come out of the comfort of your hands that were hiding you from his gaze. (I did something bad, I shouldn't have let it happen.)

"Joder Pablo, lo siento." (fuck Pablo I'm sorry.)

"Que paso nena?" He asked growing worried. (what happened?) "Háblame, sabes que puedes decirme cualquier cosa". (talk to me you know you can tell me anything)

"Me vas a odiar". You said bringing your head up to face him, light tears rolling down your cheeks. (You're going to hate me.)

"Nunca puedo odiarte". He said, wiping off your tears. (I could never hate you.)

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourseld down. Why was this so hard to say? Why was this tearing you apart so much?

You looked into his eyes, his beautiful brown eyes. "Pedri y yo...nos hemos besado dos veces". (Pedri and I...we've kissed twice.) You closed your eyes, not daring to look at his.

He felt his heart drop. Maybe he heard you wrong?

"¿Qué dijiste?" He asked his voice trembling scared for your answer. You lifted your head up staring at him. (What did you say?)

"Pedri y yo nos besamos... dos veces." You repeated, this time he closed his eyes. Not daring to open them, he was scared that once he looked at you he would break.

The silence was eating you up, he just kept his eyes closed. His leg began to bounce from the nerves, the anxiety he was getting.

"Estás mintiendo". He mumbled, his voice cracking. His two bestfriends, the two people closest to him betrayed him.

But could he be mad at you? Of course not, he broke your heart, he denied your feelings, he broke you in any way shape or form.

And Pedri? He was there to fix what he broke. He put you back together, he was the light at the end of a dark tunnel for you. A dark tunnel that Gavi caused.

He was stupid, he truly was, if he would have realized sooner, if he would have realized sooner that he loved you this could have been avoided.

The heartbreak he put you through the heartbreak he's currently going through could have been avoided.

"Dijiste que me amabas." He choked out, staring at the wall. (You said you loved me.)

"Y lo hago, pero también me gusta Pedri" You admitted hesitant, "No era mi intención enamorarm de él, pero él estaba ahí para mí y.-" (And I do, but I like Pedri. It wasn't my intention to fall for him, he was just always there for me and-)

"Para. No quiero oír más". He was mad, mad at himself. He didn't want to hear how you fell for his bestfriend. And it was his fault that you did. (Stop. I don't want to hear anymore.)

He was to blame.

But he's just a dumb kid, an eighteen year old kid that doesn't know how to to cope with his feelings in the right way.

And now he was paying the consequences.

"Lo siento, de verdad." You sighed. His eyes never meeting yours, "Pablo te amo pero-" (I'm sorry, I really am. Pablo I love you but-)

"Si me hubieras amado, no lo habrías besado". He stood up, walking out of your apartment. The instant flashbacks of the last time he was at your apartment came rushing back. (If you loved me you wouldn't have kissed him.)

The hurt, the pain, the betrayal you felt, instead this time it wasn't you who was feeling it. It was him.

This time it was you feeling what he felt two months ago. Guilt.

Now you wish you would have kept the pizza Isabella bought to give you comfort right now.

Gavi was known for having a bad temper on the field, at training he was more on the calmer side.

But today the rage he felt on the field during a match was taking over him. Everytime he saw Pedri he clenched his jaw, bit his tounge, balled his fist up anything to prevent himself from exploding on him.

Pedri on the other hand was calm, he wasn't aware that Gavi knew. The fact that he could act like nothing happened between him and Y/n and still look Gavi in the eye and pretend to be his bestfriend was sickening.

Every chance he would get he would let his teenage hormones get the best of him and shove Pedri. Hard. Enough for him to realize something was wrong. But not enough for him to realize that Gavi knew.

They had split up into teams, about to play a mini scrimmage. Gavi and Pedri on opposing sides.

The match started off easy, Gavi using this as a way to distract himself to get his anger out.

Fútbol was Gavi's safe place, it made him feel happy, safe, and protected. It might sound dumb to an average person but this was his life. This is something he gets lost in so easily. It's an escape from reality, and that's exactly what he needed right now.

The peace didn't last long however, Pedri stole the ball from him, laughing while he was jogging away with it, "¡Vamos, hermano!". (Come on brother!)

That was what set him off, that was what brought the rage back. It was stupid but at the time it justified what he was feeling, betrayal.

He took off after Pedri, diving for the ball making Pedri loose his balance and go rolling over the field.

Pablo stared as the other players went to see if an aching Pedri was ok. He felt satisfied. He felt satisfied seeing his bestfriend clutch his ankle in pain.

He didn't feel sad, he didn't feel bad, he didn't feel remorse. He felt good, so good in fact he let out a laugh.

A limping Pedri, shooting his head to turn back when he heard the laugh. "¿Cuál es tu problema?" Pedri shouted, limping over. (Whats your problem?)

"Tu." He blurted out catching the attention of the players and coaches. (You.)

"Que?" Pedri laughed confused. (What?)

"Sé lo que hiciste". He raised his voice. (I know what you did.)

"¿Qué hice?" Pedri laughed confused. (What did I do?)

"No te actúes como un tonto, la besaste dos veces". He yelled in frustration, everytime he thought about his lips on yours it set a fire off on him.

"¿Cómo lo sabes?" Pedri asked his eyes going wide. (How do you know?)

¿Qué te parece? Ella me lo dijo. ¿Cómo pudiste hacerme esto?" Gavi stepped closer to Pedri. (How do you think? She told me. How could you do this to me?)

"No te hice nada. Te lo hiciste a ti mismo". He spat limping towards Gavi. "Le rompiste el corazón, ¿crees que se iba a sentar y esperarte? No, ella tiene derecho a seguir adelante." (I didn't do shit to you. You did it to yourself, You broke her heart, you think she was just going to sit and wait for you? No she has the right to move on)

"Pero, ¿por qué tenías que ser tú? ¿Por qué tuviste que besarla?" He yelled. ("But why did it have to be you? Why did you have to kiss her?")

"Ni siquiera me jodas, ella me devolvió el beso". Pedri said. Gavi and Pedri were face to face the anger being radiated off of them was crazy. (Don't even fucking she kissed me back.)

Gavi snapped, he grabbed Pedri by the collar, "Cállate, joder". His voice rose. (Shut the fuck up.)

¿Qué? Es verdad, hermano, y joder, le gustó, No me estaba deteniendo ni siquiera cuando empecé a besarle el cuello". Pedri laughed. (What? It's true brother, and fuck did she like it she wasn't stoping me even when i started kissing her neck.)

"¡Eres un hijo de puta!" (You son of a bitch!) Gavi screamed his anger taking over him, his fist collided with Pedri's face. Pedri stumbling back falling loosing his balance from his ankle being swollen.

Gavi being pulled away by Ferran and Ansu, he wasn't done he was no were near done. He wanted to beat the crap out of him, he wanted all his anger to unleash on him.

Gavi was being yelled at by Pedri profanities being heard, Xavi yelling at both of his star players threatening them that they won't be able to play if they keep acting liks this.

But Gavi didn't care, he felt good about punching Pedri, fucking his ankle up. He let out a smile anger seeping out of it.

He wasn't sorry. He was anything but sorry.

His friendship was already ruined, he couldn't care less.

[sleeps-muse-24]

Vore Pt. 1

Hi everyone! Hope everyone is having a good day! This is some Vessel worship in honor of their North American tour! Please enjoy!

MDNI!!!! Warning: Dom!Vesselxreader, Impact Play, pure nasty smut.

3k words

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They were barely through the door before he was on her, lips on her like a breathless man trying to consume her entire being. Pressing her up against the door, she met him with the same fervor.

For a brief moment, she wanted to kick herself for what she was doing. There were so many other places she could go if she wanted to take someone home. But picking up a man from her own bookstore seemed like a bad idea in a variety of different ways.

But when he came in at eleven-thirty p.m asking for any books on ancient myth, whatever culture, she couldn’t resist. Especially paired with the English accent, near pitch black hair, and deep brown eyes that pulled her in immediately, with the tight black jeans, the random band t-shirt that she vaguely recognized, and open dark grey flannel overtop. It made her core clench at wanting to see underneath. 

It was like she was suddenly under the spell of a vampire, and she didn’t want to get out.

His hands were large, scorching her skin through her clothes. As desperate for her as she was for him. He might’ve been lanky, but the sinews of his muscles were tightly corded like a swimmer. 

He pulled away from her mouth, pressing hard kisses to her neck sending pleasure down to her clit.

Winding her fingers into his inky locks, she moaned, “What even is your name?”

A hand replaced his mouth around her neck, squeezing ever so tightly, as he pulled away to look at her. A seductive smirk took over his face, showcasing the slightly misaligned white teeth. “Why do you need to know, pet?”

“What am I supposed to scream?”

His eyes turned almost black at the raspy nature of her response. He wet his full lips, leaning into her ear. He paused for a second letting his breath raise goosebumps on her skin before ordering, “Ves. You can call me Ves.” “What is that? A family name?” She snorted despite herself

The next thing she knew, she was pressed against her apartment door, hands locked above her head by one of his. His free hand trailed fingers tauntingly down her spine before rubbing the globes of her ass. “Is that really how you talk to the man who is about to worship you tonight?” Her legs shook in her boots.

Worship.

The way he said it, he meant it. There was a deep conviction from somewhere her lust-addled brain couldn’t comprehend. 

Swallowing, she doubled down. “If you can’t handle my mouth, what makes you think you can handle the rest of me?” Ves merely hummed, swift fingers reaching to the front of her jeans undoing the button and yanking them down in one fell swoop. His deep groan when her skin was exposed, grabbing a handful of it. It was hard enough to be almost painful, and it made her pussy pulse in need. She needed it hard…and soon.

“It’s cute how you think you can top me, pet.” He leaned forward, the heat of him warming her back. “But I know exactly how to handle a brat like you.”

Three sharp stinging slaps landed on her right asscheek.

“God! Fuck!” Despite the pain–and definitely because of it–she ached to rub her thighs together to give herself some friction. Something to release the pleasure coiling in her stomach tighter and tighter with each slap that rained down.

Eight slaps in total. Each one painful and oh so delicious.

“Please,” she begged, her normal mind slipping away only to be replaced with the submissive she was deep down.

“Please what, pet?” Ves chided behind her. Slipping a hand around her front, he hissed through his teeth when his long fingers parted her folds and found how soaked she was. “Do you think you’ve earned my forgiveness for that mouth?”

She was burning. She needed to cum more than she needed air, but he wasn’t going to let her if she didn’t work for it. She just knew it in her bones. Turning her head to look back at him, he looked like a dark God in her apartment. Backlit by the faint digital lights in her kitchen, he was sex, sin, and darkness all wrapped into one ready to consume her wholly. And she was willing to let him. “Let me go, and I can earn it. Please, I can earn it.”

Ves took a shuddering breath, visibly affected by her words. Dark eyes search her desperate ones for a moment, basking in the dominance powerplay happening, before nodding. “I control the pace.”

“Anything,” she whispered.

“Careful, pet. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” He released her. She quickly turned around and dropped to her knees before him. He stroked the side of her face briefly before a hand tangled in her hair, giving it a controlled tug. “Green means you’re good. Yellow means slow down. Red is full stop no matter what. If you can’t speak then tap my thigh three times if you start to panic.”

She knew those terms well, it was normal to brief safe words and actions before, but there wasn’t anyone who had said it with so much conviction that she actually believed them. But with Ves’ hand tangled in her hair, staring down at her with something swimming in his eyes, she believed him. Nodding, she undid his pants and dragged them down his legs.

Her mouth watered at what he was hiding underneath those tight black jeans. A thick, long cock was her gift–one that wasn’t quite sure if she could manage.

But she damn well was going to try.

“Open, pet,” Ves, ordered.

Gripping his thighs for support, she opened her mouth wide. 

His cock slid home, gently at first, letting her get used to his size. Slowly, he worked it in until every thrust was hitting the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose the best she could, she ran her tongue on the sensitive part of his shaft. 

Ves hissed when her teeth gently scraped by accident. “Yes, pet. Just like that.”

Pain. He liked pain just like she did.

Tears stung her eyes as he thrusted harder, the hand gripping her head tightly so he could fuck her face. She moaned at the bite of pain. He groaned at the vibrations coating his dick. “Okay, pet,” he breathed, “Are you ready to take more?”

She gripped his thighs harder.

“Yeah.” Ves’ pace slowed enough that she inhaled deeply through her nose. Relaxing her throat, he inched back into her mouth only this time, not stopping at the back of her throat. Ves tightened his grip, ordering, “Breath for me. You have to breath for me.” She was trying. God, she was trying. Tears stung her eyes as he carefully inched down her throat. He was so big, almost bordering on too big.

“You can take it, pet,” he praised her groaning when she faux swallowed and her throat muscles tightened around him. Rubbing her tongue on the underside of his cock, she realized she wanted him to get off. “Gods, you take me so well.”

Closing her jaw slightly, her teeth hit him once again and that little bite of pain was Ves’ undoing. “Fuck!” He slammed his fist against the wall as he came down her throat.

She swallowed every drop like she would never drink again. 

He pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

She knelt there gasping for air, tears tracking unceremoniously down her face. Ves knelt immediately, pulling her into a warm embrace. “You did so good,” he cooed, stroking her back and cradling her head. She hiccuped. Why on earth was she crying? “You did so so good for me. I’m so proud of you.” She clutched him tightly, halfway noticing that the both of them had their shirts on but missing pants, as his praise lit her up from the inside out. It felt so good–to be praised. Not a lot of her previous partners did it, and it helped soothe something in her soul.

He held her as she calmed down, and cupped her face when her tears dried. “How’re you feeling?”

“Green,” she rasped.

Ves’ thumb rubbed her cheek, the dark pools of endless night that were his eyes drawing her in. “Are you sure? Because I can leave now and skip down the street clicking my heels. There is no pressure to continue.”

Her heart melted. Grasping his wrists, she leaned forward and pressed her lips gently to his. This was a different meeting than when they first got the apartment. They were so pent up from the back and forth at the bookstore, the flirting clouding their minds with lust.

No, this was different. Ves was slow, savoring each movement and matching her at every turn. Tracing the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips, he groaned. The kiss got deeper, and Ves slid his hands under her ass.

She sucked in a breath. “I’ll take care of you, pet,” Ves promised into her. “I’ll take such good care of you, please let me.” The way he begged, pleaded with her sent shivers down to her clit. She nodded. “Yes, Ves.”

She was in his arms in a second, their lips never leaving for a moment. Somehow, they made it to her room, Ves kicking the door closed behind them.

Laying her down gently on her covers, he stripped off his shirt revealing those lean corded muscles she felt earlier. He wasn’t bulky but he was a work of art. Moonlight trickled in from her window, bathing him in shadows.

Sex and sin.

She took her own shirt off, letting him drink in her body to the fullest. The moment was filled with nothing but his increasingly heavy breathing as his eyes roamed her form. Ves wet his lips before kneeling in front of her. “The debt that I owe,” he whispered.

Her brows pinched. “What?”

“Touch yourself, pet,” he said, fisting his cock. “Show me how you like it.”

Her hand slid down her body of its own accord. Electricity shot through her when her fingers found her clit. The pressure that was building in her lower abdomen was like a powder keg ready to go off. Circles and circles drew on her clit, eyes never leaving Ves’. He pumped his cock in time with her hand, matching her in every way.

It was the most intimate thing she had ever experienced.

Her orgasm was close. It was just there, but she couldn’t get there. She whimpered in frustration.

Ves must have seen it on her face because he crawled to her getting right between her legs–so close that he inhaled deeply the scent between her thighs. “What do you need, pet?”

She only whimpered, applying more pressure to her clit. But it didn’t do what she thought it would.

His hands caressed her outer legs, soothing the frustration and keeping her focused on him. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it you. I’ll give you anything.” “I don’t–” She threw her head back “--I don’t know.” Kisses blazed a trail up her inner thigh. He gently removed her hand from herself. “May I?”

She huffed a laugh. “Such a gentleman.” 

Ves chuckled, the sound soothing the rapid heartbeat in her ears. “For you, always.” Trying not to let the words pierce her heart, she wet her lips and nodded. 

Fingers spread her open, observing her most intimately. Then his thumb touched her clit and he blew on her hot sex.

She moaned as he began to draw circles–like she had done–but with a steady hand. It was there, she could taste her orgasm creeping up, she just needed...fuck what did she need!

“Shhhhhhhh,” he cooed, rubbing her clit faster. “Do you trust me to give you what you need?”

“Yes, Ves!” She cried. “Yes!”

“That’s my good girl.”

He plunged two fingers into her, pumping them fast before pinching her clit.

It was hot as her orgasm tore through her. Scalding her from the inside out, giving and taking from her. Through it all, Ves was there praising her and thrusting his fingers prolonging the high.

When she came back down, he crawled into bed next to her, stroking her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled, the sight beautiful and pure. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“You’re weird.” She chuckled.

Brushing a piece of sweaty hair from her forehead, he traced the lines of her face. “Why is that weird?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged. Feeling emboldened by his exploration, she placed a hand on his chest. He was warm to the touch, but it was his heart that drew her attention. It was beating like he ran a race. “It’s nothing special.” Ves stopped. Her words pierced something inside him. 

Then his hand enveloped her jaw making her look at him. The seriousness that etched his features was a drastic change to the sexual beast she had seen up until this point. “You letting me in your home, inside of you, is nothing short of special to me. You are special. Don’t downplay yourself because it’s what you think I want to hear.” Her foundation shook underneath the weight of his words. He meant every single one of them.

She wet her lips, and not knowing what else to say and not wanting to let Ves–a complete stranger–see how his words struck a cord, she pushed him on his back. Straddling him, she trailed kisses down his body. Each kiss was lingering marring his skin red.

Hickeys.

She was leaving a blazing trail of hickeys down Ves’ body marking him up as her own. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she knew he wasn’t hers, but for the night…the night he was all hers.

“Pet, if you keep this up…” the open-ended warning made her clench. Nipping at the spot she was working on, she hoped it would break his resolve.

And it did.

She was on her back before she could blink. Holding her arms above her head, he palmed her full breast. “They’re so perfect.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers. “Just perfect for me.” Whimpering, her hips rolled against his. Need pooling once again despite her monster orgasm a few minutes ago. Ves humed, getting comfortable between her open legs, his cock rubbing against her folds. “Is that what you need? Do you need my hard cock inside you?”

“Yes!” She all but screamed. 

Licking her nipple, she squirmed. She needed it so bad, ached for it in a way that she had never felt before. 

“You have been so good,” he mused, notching the head at her entrance. “Such a good girl for me.” “Please,” she begged, tugging at his hold on her hands.

“Ah ah ah. I need you to tell me something first.” “Anything, Ves. Please.” 

“What did I say about being careful with that word.” Ves planted a kiss to her shoulder. “Tell me your my good girl.”

Her brows pinched but she said, “I’m a good girl.”

He nipped her skin as punishment. “Wrong. You’re my good girl.” Her core clenched. He wanted ownership. To complete the dominance over her. She wet her lips…and let go. “I’m your good girl.”

Ves sank slowly home inside her. He was larger inside her than she thought, stretching her out deliciously. And he kept going until he was fully seated inside her, the tip kissing her cervix. He released his hold on her hands to plank above her, his arms shaking with exertion on his speed.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders immediately, sinking her fingers into the inky blackness of his hair. The soft strands slick with sweat from the night. “Gods you’re so tight.”

Moaning, she also wrapped her legs around his trimmed waist. “Please, Ves.”

“I know, pet.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I know.”

With that, he slowly thrusted into her. Every thrust was slow but with enough force that left her breathless. He hit every place inside her that made her toes curl.

Her orgasm was building, her legs shaking as he got faster. Their groans mixing together in a symphony of sounds. “You take me so well. Like you were made for me,” he praised her. 

“Yours, Ves,” She promised breathlessly.

He made a sound like a growl and sped up. Drilling her into her bed that she was sure it would leave a permanent mark. And she loved it. She met every thrust with her hips, taking him and owning him as much as he was owning her.

“That’s right,” he panted, sliding a hand to her neck. Not squeezing but dominating. “This pussy is mine. Only mine.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Gah!” The veins in his neck bulged. He was getting close. So was she. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum in my pussy.”

“Please!” She begged. Dragging a hand from his hair, she ranked her nails down his chest leaving five claw marks.

That did it.

“FUCK!” Ves slammed home, squeezing her neck. The lack of oxygen triggered her orgasm. They were cumming together.

They were everywhere together. Somewhere out of their bodies, their insides melding to one another. Everything lay bare to the other.

It was beautiful.

It was explosive.

It was scary.

Ves collapsed on her, panting. “Color?”

“Green.”

He nodded against her. Planting a kiss to her ear, he pulled out of her gently.

She sucked a sharp breath as he left her, the ache from his size and how deep he was already settling in. “Bathroom?”

Pointing a shaky hand to the door to the right, she fought to catch her breath.

The water turned on and there were some odd squishing sounds before Ves remerged with a washcloth in his hand.

“What’re you…”

Ves’ brow furrowed. “Aftercare?”

“Ah.”

His hand gripped her thigh making her refocus her attention on him. There was concern etched into his sharp features. It wove deep in her emotionally vulnerable heart. “Have you never had aftercare before?”

“I have.” 

His brow rose at her too-quick response. Shaking his head, he spread her legs and gently placed the washcloth on her sex. “You deserve better than me bolting out the door after that.”

The warm cloth felt amazing but she squirmed uncomfortably. “It’s really okay. It’s late, I know someone probably wants to know where you are.”

“This is the bare minimum, pet,” he told her vehemently. “We both need this.”

Swallowing, she nodded and let him clean her up, depositing the cloth in her hamper in the corner of her room before pulling the covers down on her bed and getting both of them underneath it. Tucking her face into his shoulder, their legs interweaved with each other.

She was warm, sated, and safe.

Her heart cracked open.

Ves shouldn’t stay. He couldn’t. It would break her to pieces. The emotional come down from sex like this was going to be intense. And it was going to be worse if he was there in the morning.

“Shhhhhhhh.” He stroked her suddenly tense back muscles. “Just for a minute.” A minute.

She could do a minute.

She could allow herself a minute of intimacy.

“One minute,” she agreed snuggling deeper into him.

Ves humed a tune that scratched familiarity in her brain. She knew that song but as soon as she focused on it, it fluttered away. Sleep was pulling her deeper and deeper down.

So far down, she barely noticed the slight black paint on her fingertips.

[haddonfieldwhore]

i can see you in my fate - vessel

vessel (sleep token) x gn!reader

warnings: inhuman?vessel, dream stuff, probably not lore-accurate, angst

loaded dreams still leave me empty

word count: 831

strange images plagued your mind as you tossed and turned, the covers discarded off to the side as your body thrashed around. nothing was clear, blurry flashes of a red sky, strange creatures, and darkness ran through your mind. an unfamiliar voice could be heard, echoing through the expanse at such a volume that it hurt your ears. it was like nothing you had ever heard, like it was speaking another language yet you could understand what it was saying.

“come, child. surrender yourself to me.” it sounded, the words penetrating your mind like needles as your head continued to spin. this was not the first time you had dreamt of this place, but it had never felt this…. real.

“no..” you murmured, wanting nothing more than to wake up at that moment.

“he belongs to me. you will…. in time..join us.”

he….did the voice mean vessel? you thought, and the disembodied voice seemed to laugh, a terrifying sound. you felt like you were falling, helpless as you tumbled through nothingness, only to stop suddenly, floating as if underwater.

“please….” you begged yourself to wake up, wanting more than anything to end this nightmare; to find vessel. “ves..”

“darling?” was that his voice? you couldn’t tell, it seemed so far away. you called out again, and felt your body being shaken. before you could awaken, the strange voice gave a final parting thought.

“i shall see you again soon.”

your eyes snapped open and you sat up straight, breathing heavily as vessel sat next to you on the bed, a concerned look on what you could see of his face under the mask. realizing you were finally awake, safe with him next to you, you threw yourself into his arms, clinging to him as if to ground yourself in reality. you buried your face in the crook of vessels neck as you cried, his arms encircling your form as he held you tightly, pulling you into his lap.

“what is it that torments you, my dear?”

“i-“ you hiccuped through tears. “i don’t…” you trailed off, suddenly unable to remember anything from the dream; like it had never happened. “i don’t know.”

“you are safe now.” vessel said, looking rightfully worried at your troubled expression. “no one shall take you from me. my soul is too entwined with yours to let anything happen to you.” tears welled in your eyes as you stared back at him, in awe of the man before you, and how he expressed his love for you.

“our souls are one.” you agreed, intertwining your fingers with his paint stained ones, the cold metal of his rings sending a shiver through your body. a sharp pain overtook vessels mind, the familiar feeling of a guest intruding in his mind.

“the human will become mine, do not fear it.”

“you are wrong.” vessel spoke aloud unintentionally, and you looked at him in confusion.

“what?” you asked, a pang of fear in your chest. he brought your joined hands up to his lips and kissed your knuckles, before looking at you again.

“my soul is yours alone. it is no longer mine to care for. you may do whatever you like with it.” he said, kissing your lips softly. he would not burden you with the same torments the entity ‘sleep’ imposed on him, he couldn’t. “i swear.” he whispered. you nodded, kissing him again, clinging desperately to the front of his jacket.

“i feel like i’m going to disappear,” you admitted, your voice smaller than usual. vessel rested his forehead against yours tenderly.

“i would never allow it. you have got your hooks in me too deep.” he smiled softly, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“i am their destiny, as i am also yours. unless you have forgotten,” the voice infiltrated vessels mind again.

“we shall be together until the ends of time, for no shorter existence with you would be enough.” vessel spoke, his heart heavy as he knew that sleep would not give us its pursuit of you, that he would have to give you up for you to stay with him longer than your mortal life would allow. would one lifetime be enough? he wondered. no, it wouldn’t. it was selfish and he knew it, but now that he had known you, he could not fathom a life without you. sleep had granted him so many opportunities, immortality being one of them, and perhaps the same would be offered for you.

“i love you, more than you will ever know,” you mused. you allowed vessel to pull you down with him, holding you close to his chest as he pulled the blanket over your tangled bodies. your hands rested on his chest, fiddling with his necklaces as you began to drift off again.

“go to sleep, my love. you will be safe now.” vessel whispered, the ache in his heart drowned out only by the hope for an eternity spent with you.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

[askinkiskarma]

Illicit Affairs | Drabble: Just Me and You

Pairing: Neteyam x Human/!Reader

Illicit Affairs Masterlist (x)

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: @uniltaron just for you, my love xo

you can't imagine how happy I am to write the word Atan again.

It’s safe to say Neteyam wasn’t a man of many words. Pretty much the opposite of Lo’ak, he found solace in the process of thinking things through, of twisting an action, or a word, or an idea, onto every one of its many shiny facets, in order to unravel each one, hoping that, by revealing their secrets, it would lead him to the absolute truth, the best path forward. 

It’s also safe to say, when it came to you, those words and those shiny facets became even fewer and buried in the ground, which is where he also wanted to bury his head, so you wouldn’t have to see the heat rushing to his cheeks whenever you were next to him. You would think that this wouldn’t happen to him. He’s known you literally since the moment he was born. He’s seen you grow up, seen himself grow up alongside you, and yet, here he was, 16 years of age and more flustered than a cornered Yarik, as you were making your way to your clearing, back turned to the path ahead, looking at him with those eyes that Neteyam loved more than anything else in the world, that Neteyam swore were the galaxies from which every star in the universe was born.

He loved you so much. You were everything to him. He loved your hair, blowing softly in the wind, and your body, that hasn’t gotten taller in so long, since you were about 14, unlike him, who seemed to increase exponentially in size every year, much to your dismay. He loved your long fingers that could play the piano just as well as you could play the strings of his heart, and he loved the beauty marks on your abdomen, that he found himself tracing whenever he was laying with his head on your lap, letting the sun warm his skin, like your presence warmed his soul. He loved how, despite the traumatic events leading to the scar still deeply embedded in the flesh of your left upper thigh, you made him paint on top of it whenever he came by, so that instead of a painful memory, he could look at a Na’vi symbol of hope and future, and see it shine proudly on you whenever you took a step. He loved you. 

“You’re quiet today. Tell me about training.” 

“Atan, no training talk. Please. You tell me about your work? I’d rather listen to you talk.”

You rolled your eyes in his direction, in the way that always made his heart skip a beat and then gallop, like it was trying to make up for what it missed and then couldn’t figure out how to fall back into place. 

“You never want to talk about training. I don’t come to the village that much anymore, but I am still curious about your lives. About Jake and Neytiri, about little Tuk.” 

“Tuk misses you a lot, you know? She always asks about you, wonders why you won’t come by. Thinks you don’t like her anymore.” 

You sighed and Neteyam watched as your eyes fell to the floor, before you turned to look at where you’re going. He heard soft sniffles interrupt your silence, and eventually, you spoke, a sorrowful tone overtaking the playful one he heard just a few minutes ago. 

“I miss her, too. You know I do. I miss it all. I just… I -“ 

“I know, Atan. You don’t have to explain to me, I know. I’ll bring Tuk by next time, how’s that?” 

You turned your head slowly in his direction again and Neteyam’s heart stopped at the sight of your tear stained face sending a small smile his way, trying to push away whatever tears were still flowing with your hand. 

“Thank you.” 

He couldn’t stand the thought of you being in pain. It literally brought nightmares to his mind every night, it plagued him, the idea that you were in any more pain, that there were even more things in the world that were begging to hurt you, waiting to corner you in the shadows for the best chance to tilt the balance any more in one direction, in the wrong direction. He found himself picking up the pace until he very easily caught up to you, and with so little effort it felt slightly obnoxious, he picked you up bridal style and watched as your fluttered face settled into one of teasing chagrin. 

“You know I hate when you pick me up like a rag doll.” 

“What am I supposed to do if you’re lighter than Tuk, Atan?” 

Without thinking, he brought a large, blue hand to the mask covering your face, and put the slightest of pressures so as to get you to look at him. “I’m sorry, ok? I shouldn’t have said anything. I want us to have a nice day. Just you and me.” 

The obvious blush in your cheeks gave Neteyam whiplash, and he almost tripped on a small branch fallen haphazardly onto the ground. Your eyes were wide and your lips were parted and Neteyam could feel your increased pulse where his fingers were barely touching your neck. 

The boundaries of your friendship have been blurred and moved, adjusted and tested so much in the last couple of years, so much so that Neteyam could barely ever recognise when you ended and he started, and vice versa. Still, the boundaries were there. And they were there for a reason, and there to stay. And yet, as he was taking your otherworldly beauty in fully, and recognising feelings in himself he didn’t have the power to deny of himself any longer, Neteyam knew there was nothing in the world he wanted more in this moment than to erase those boundaries completely and feel you, feel your lips pressed gently against him and your breath deep in his lungs, deep in his soul, where the rest of you was nested, there to stay, for evermore. 

“As long as it’s just you and me, it’ll always be a nice day, Neteyam.” 

[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Beg for your life.

Red team x blu reader

CW: blood, mentions of d3ath (with respawn), knifes, kinda-sorta torture?

You began waking up, the buzzing light over your head becoming brighter and brighter as you groaned, feeling a headache approaching your damp-with-sweat forehead.

You leaned your head up, squinting your eyes. You tried to move your hands but the hot feeling of something pulling against your sore wrists.

You try to make out the figures of who is standing in front of you when a man pulls out of the darkness

“Oh good. You’re awake.”

You nod “what am I- spy..?“ you tug at your arms, realizing they were bound together by scratchy rope, a gag around your neck from when they previously used it on you

“what the-“

The man pulled his butterfly knife out and began toying with it. “Don’t act surprised, princesse.” He began to trace his knife against your cheek.

“Please..” you sobbed out. “What- what do you want from me..?” You began holding back tears

“You know Vhat ve vant, liebling.” Another man stepped out of the darkness. The voices that once brought you comfort now reeked and unsavory feeling in your stomach. You tried to hold your tears for as long as you could but you couldn’t help it and let them begin to fall down your red cheeks.

“Vhere is zhat briefcase!” The medic you knew and loved was nothing like the one on your team. “I- I don’t kno-“ the spy slit your cheek.

“I know you’re lying to us all.”

“All..?”

The rest of the group stepped out, you eyed the team. Engineer, scout, soldier, sniper, and demoman all stood tall as they glared at you

Soldier ran and snatched you up by the shirt as far as the ropes would let you

“Where is it, Maggot?! I know you’re hiding it from us.” Demoman pulled soldier away from you, whispering in your ear “look, lass.. I’m not gonna hurtcha’ but those guys.” He notions to the men of his team “they’ll eatcha’ alive.. I suggest you start talking while ya’ still can” he chuckled, taking a sip from the bottle of liquor he had held in his strong hands

“Look, princess. We just wanna know where da intelligence is. That’s not that hard, right?” Scout smoothed his thumb over the scar spy had left on your cheek. You nuzzled into the touch, trying to find comfort in someone, something..

“Täubchen. Ve von’t hurt you.. vell, not unless ve need to zhat is.” The medic gave you a gruesome smile, flashing his pearly whites “so, be a Braves Mädchen, ja?” As he got up and turned his back to you to negotiate with the other men

“Fuck you.” You spat out

Medic turned around

“Entschuldigung?” Your medic used this word often to express condolences, so you knew what it mean when he said it like that

“I said, FUCK you.”

“little lady, I don’t think you should have said tha-“

“Quiet engineer.” Medic held his hand behind him to shush the man

The man walked over to you and leaned down to be face to face with you. “Y/n. I vill only ask zhis once more.” He took a deep breath. “Vhere is zhat briefcase, hmm?” He turned his head slightly to seem friendlier

“I don’t know, you freak!” You swung your head forward into the doctors nose, throughly bloodying it. Medic flew back as he held his face and scrunching his eyebrows. They all looked at him and then back at you, rushing towards you.

“Stop.” Medic yelled out as the group stared back at him

He stood in front of you again

You looked up at him, blood stained his shirt and face

A smack came across your face, throwing your body and chair onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of your lungs.

“Sniper.”

Sniper glanced at the doctor

“Come over here.”the doctor said while he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose

“Matter of fact.. all of you get over here.” The doctor smiled.

Sniper and the team made their way over to you, lifting you and the chair back up

Sniper came over and leaned on your shoulder. The handle of his gun he had strapped to his back just touching the side of your face

“What do ya want me ta’ do, doc?”

The man stared at you

“Is your gun loaded?”

He nodded “always.”

“Gut. Point it at zhe back of her head.”

Your eyes widened “please.” You began sobbing “Vhat? You’ll respawn. It’s not a big deal.” The man smiled in your face again

Sure you’d respawn, but the feeling.. the feeling of the bullet penetrating your head, the darkness and cold feeling that followed, accompanied by the loudest ringing in your ears you can even imagine.

“Please don’t..” you cried harder

Sniper held his gun to your head as your shoulders moved up and down from your uncontrollable sobbing.

“Please I’ll do anything! Please god just don’t! I can’t take it anymore!”

“Oh dear, doctor, I think you broke the poor thing” spy appeared again out of thin air to caress your tear streamed face.

“I reckon he did” engineers face showed glee as he gripped your shoulder.

Scout moved to the other one and began kissing your neck. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered

“Oh hoho, guys I think she likes it!” They laughed at your expense

“Of course she does.” A low voice came from behind you “look at her. Everyone knows she’ll open them legs for anyone who asked.” Sniper pitched in

“I say we have some fun with her.” Spy grinned

“I zhink so too.” The doctor caressed your face

Engineer chimed in “where did soldier and demo go?”

“Right here!” Soldier came running in. “I was setting things up for torture!”

“How very… uhm- thoughtful of you soldier… but, we’ve got another thing planned for miss y/n here”

“Oh…” soldier looked down as Demoman consoled him “then what are we doing?”

Engineer looked back at medic, medic nodded “well, fellas” he tipped his hat up “let’s get y/n on that operating table, shall we?”

“YES! We will take her Brain apart.” Soldier yelled in excitement.

“No solider.. vere going to have our way whiz her.” Medic held the mans soldier

“Oh.” Soldier looked at y/n “that’s fun too.” he smiled under his helmet

“Indeed my friend.” Medic smiled at the rest of his team

The team carried your body to the table, you undoing your restraints from the chair and hoisting you onto the table.

“Spy hold her stomach, engineer hold her ankles, Demoman hold her wrists. I’m getting the straps from the table.”

“Please.. what are you going to do to me.” Your face was red and scrapped from falling earlier

“Didn’t you hear him silly girl?” Spy mocked “we’re having our way wichya’!” Scout leaned against the table near your face.

Medic strapped your limbs down, rendering you immobile.

You whined out as you heard the doctor began stretching his gloves around his hands.

“Ya squirmin’ already? Noones even touched ya’ yet!” Demoman drunkly rambled

“She’s a sensitive zhing.. our Y/n is zhe same vay.. I should know.” Medic grinned as he cleaned off his bloody tools

“How are we supposed ta’ take her clothes off? I mean- she’s strapped ta’ a table.” Scout inquired

Spy cleared his throat. “I’ve got this.” He took his signature blade out, sliding the tip just on the top of your clothing. “Watch this men.”

All the men directed their attention to your shaking form as spy tore your clothing, exposing your bra and panties.

“Matching set.. jeez darlin’” engineer rubbed the back of his neck.

“It wasn’t for you, you nasty fuckers!” You spit at the men as you pulled against your restraints.

“What a mouth on this one.” Spy shot back.

“it’s normal for her.” Medic said as he began to tighten your restraints

“We need to fix her attitude!” Soldier chimed in.

“Of course we do.” Medic grinned “so.” He looked at the men. “Who’s first?” He adjusted his glasses

“Me!” Scout volunteered

“How about we all just do whateva’” sniper chimed in

“Zhat is good too.” Medic agreed

The men all agreed as they talked amongst themselves.

“I want that pretty mouth of hers” sniper said as he moved over to your face, gripping your cheeks to open your mouth. He used one hand to undo his pants and began to slide the tip of his cock into your mouth.

“Hey I do too!” Scout yelled at sniper

“You two can share.” Spy chirped.

Scout looked up at sniper before he unzipped his pants and slid into your mouth like the man beside him had done. Scout then threw his head back.

“Doctor.” Spy tapped his shoulder

“Hmm?” He looked over at him

“We can both take her pussy, yes?”

“Ja.. double penetration! I like it.” Medic grinned at you then spy.

Spy peeled your soaked panties from your cunt

“Oh ho ho! Look at her, she’s soaked!!”

“Could it be she likes zhis?” Medic grinned as he tapped his chin.

You choked on the two men’s cocks in your mouth as the other two positioned themselves at your cunt, first medic. His cock stretched your pussy delightfully

You whined around the two men’s cock, clenching down as you winced from the pain

“Just breath, it’s ok..” medic began rubbing your clit to help relax you while he began sliding deeper into you, not moving.. careful to not break you too early.

Sniper reached his hand down to rub your cheek with his thumb “it’s ok, sheila.”

“Spy, you can try now, be careful.” The doctor instructed

Spy nodded as he moved over and began to situate himself, giving himself a few pumps before trying to sliding his cock head into your already full pussy.

Your eyes widened at the feeling, the sting of being stretched another time. It hurt so bad you whined around the men’s cocks again, earning a groan of pleasure left both of them.

Medic began rubbing your clit again, using his other free hand to collect his own saliva to lubricate your pussy a little more for the stretch.

“Fuck..” spy moaned out as he slid all the way in your cunt, blood leaving small trails of blood around their cocks

“She feels good.” Spy muttered. Sniper and scout mumbled in agreement

“She’s good at making people feel good.. isn’t zhat right, Braves Mädchen?”

You nodded frantically

“What can we do?” Engineer smiled and gestures to the three men that were left

“She can give you lads hand jobs.. I’m taking enjoying my view right here.” Demoman spoke as he took his hardened cock out of its confinements and began pumping it while engineer and soldier began situating themselves into you hands, bucking slightly.

This was definitely going to be a long longgggg night for you.. that’s for sure

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Part 2👀?

Thanks for reading!

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Seduce me through music

By now, you were used to performing in front of a crowd. It just seemed to be one of the things that was a natural part of your new life in hell. Although having Kalego accompany you on the piano sent shivers down your spine.

There was something about having a well-known and accomplished artist preforming along side you that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. One wrong note could upset the whole song. And yet, knowing that Kalego was in his element was comforting because he would somehow keep up with any changes.

You relaxed as he started playing swaying as the melody washed over you. In that moment, you forgot about the spotlight. The audience no longer existed. It was just you and the dark brooding demon playing the keys.

☆There's only so much that a heart can take~ be-fore it sta~rts to break~.☆ Your voice echoed across the room as you joined Kalego's latest masterpiece.

The haunting tune caressed your skin. A touch reserved for only a lover. You could feel the desire of the music as you continued.

☆Please don't make me love you. Please don't make me need you. I've no room in my life for something like this~☆

You pleaded with the demon who continued playing. His gaze traveled up to meet yours as his hands never stopped. You swallowed as you took a gasping breath. The desire overwhelmed you.

☆Please don't take my mornings, please don't steal my summers~ I know they will vanish the moment we kiss~☆

You traced your lips for a moment. Watching as Kalego's gaze seemed hyperfocused on you now. How intoxicating. Slowly, you made your way to him. Letting his music seduce you.

☆I grow weak when we ta~lk, I'm confused when we touch. I should just walk away, but that's asking too much~☆

You confessed as you gently ran your fingers through his hair as he started building up tempo. Walking around him, you settled yourself on top of the beloved instrument. Your body is facing the audience, but your gaze is still locked with him.

☆Please don't make me do this! Please don't make me want this! All my dreams were taken until I met you~☆

You begged again as you were flooded with more of his emotion spilling through the music. Your heart captivated in the verse. You never expected to feel like this ever.

You had had crushes before. Heck, you had even thought yourself to be in love a couple of times. But nothing was like this. Nothing was like the feeling of endless wanting and being wanted back so passionately.

It almost seemed wrong to be adored this much. Yet, this was hell. If you were desired on such a sinful level, then so be it. Your lover was a demon, after all.

☆You're the one I think of, soon as I awaken. Funny how the heart tells the mind what to do.☆ You ran your fingers carefully through your own hair before pulling your gaze away from him at last. Slowly, you stood atop the piano. Thankful for its sturdy legs.

☆I'm not sure I can go through all the joy and the pain~ Much better no~ot to let these dre~ams take fli~ght!☆

You leaped with that last note. Landing a few feet away as you walk towards your starting position. The spotlight following you and the lights dimming around Kalego.

☆Please don't make me love you. Please don't make me need you. Simplify my life, just by setting me free!~☆

Slowly, you sunk to your knees as your own spotlight started to dim. ☆Promise me you'll do this. On-ly you~ can do th-is. Please don't make me love you unless you lo-ve me~☆ The light dies, and the music fades.

Only leaving you and Kalego with a roaring audience before you with a standing ovation. You quietly gasped for air. Kalego walked quickly over to you and offered a hand. You smiled. Taking it.

What surprised you was he didn't pull you up. No, he knelt beside you and kissed your knuckles. You couldn't stop the blush from rising on your cheeks.

[alexa-fika]

Tell me about your favorite pieces of work. What's an art piece and a writing piece you're just really proud of?

Oh boy Oh boy, it’s my time to shine ✊🏽

Among my writings, I have many that I am attached to mostly because of the love you guys have shown have really helped me be proud of them but at the top of them I have Demonically Adorable

I wrote the first ‘fight scene’ that I was genuily proud out, I think it was actually my first one in general and I think a smooth job in it.

I ‘ve also struggled with those types of fics where you introduce a Reader into a canon series of events because I struggle to find the balance between keeping it true to egents but also not making it a copy paste.

The funniest part about this is that this fic was I think the first request I rejected. I was telling @cosmocup1d, the requester, bless their heart btw, that I had spent days trying to think of a plot but I had failed only to get inspiration a day later. And man on my I was in the zone. I loved how it turned out from start to finish, which usually I end up insecure about one part of the fic but this one I felt so accomplished.

That being said I also feel great accomplishment for Hungry for truth, the one shot that I had written thanks to you and 💧’s prompts and ideas ( please let me work with you guys again, i am in my knees begging you). I think I have mentioned it before but I am a fan of yandere but am horrible at writting it. I gave a try on Delivery for one and Locked Database and I felt okay about them, I liked them but Hungry for truth was top of the top. It was something that I felt so proud to show both you and 💧.

With it I felt like I had truly ashieved that dark theme, yandere theme that I had attempted to reach with the other true but failed to truly achieve.

Now on to art, it’s funny I don’t think many of you know I draw 😂, thats how this blog originally started and was intended to be, an art blog but then you inspired me to actually try to publish my writings and so here we are.

I did many types of art, including the abstract art lgbtia event where I published a couple of them every day in pride month. I like those but they were pretty simple, fast, something to show my pride more than the art. Now if we are talking about my favorite one’s it has got to be this one.

In it I drew my oc Alexa ( the pink haired girl) along with the representation of two other friends who back then were anons who identified themselves with the 🧶 and 🌻 emoji. I felt proud of how I did the backround, something that I had been practicing for a while and finally aces to the creation of emoji representations like them. The autumn representation I did is also up there, I remember at first it was just a witch but when I started doing a bunch of hair do I was like wait pumpkin? (Please ignore the words on the post they are a mess of pretend family tree that even back then I din’t understand)

And an honarable mention to my soulmate compass, less up there because most of it was simply tracing the photo of my actual compass with just a pretty backround

So yeah there they are! My proudest pieces. Thank you so much for asking quin 😂, I love answering questions of the stories I write, what was the thoughts behind it and I like even more interacting with each and every one of you.

As promised take your smooch

[oneshotnewbie]

Part four of rabbit hole (Special Victims Unit) please? It's so good, you got me hooked up and now I need the whole series or else I will eat a 🛌

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of domestic abuse, blood and gaslighting. The plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subjects, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Taglist: @Marvelfan0573 @technotic-prophecy @setsuna1415

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A loud, sadistic laughter from the kitchen drew your attention and you gave up on trying to rip the cord on your tied hands with your already bloody fingers. The weight of shoes on your old rattling wooden floor caused a vibration throughout your body and shivers started to cover your body in distress.

He made his way to you- slowly like a predator about to ambush it´s prey. In his right fist he held your phone that was smeared with your own blood, the display cracked from hitting the ground as he waved it in front of your face. "I managed to disable the location tracker. Funny that you´re still using your deceased dog´s birth date as your password."

You looked at the phone, and watched it light up with worried phone calls from Olivia. But after the initial surge, the notifications slowed to a trickle and the messages began to flow after another. You watched intently, trying to read each and every message to soak up any personal information you were left with.

Henry has set the phone up out of your reach, where you were powerless to reply but always able to read what was being sent. He turned the phones volume all the way up, resulting in torturous pings every time a message was being delivered and watched you cry.

Soft sobs stole over your beautiful lips and your entire, battered body trembled from the suppressed sounds. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see all the chaos in your apartment that was making your heart clench painfully.

"Please" you tried the impossible and humiliated yourself by begging him. "Let me go. I´m just giving you trouble."

"You don´t understand. You never understood me." For the first time ever, his enraged gaze turned sad and he really seemed to believe the madness he was spouting. His mood changed suddenly; that was his gift and you hated the ability to go from aggressive to lovable in a second. "I love you, Y/n. Even when you make mistakes. I hate myself for hurting you after punishing you- even then I love you."

You narrowed your eyes and tried to follow your ex-husband´s logic while trying to put your pain on the back burner. It no longer frightened you, maybe because the fact that you were still alive seemed like a sign after everything that had happened to you in the last few hours. Perhaps the level of cruelty that a woman could endure was fulfilled.

"No man who loves his wife does what you are doing."

"I´ve changed Y/n. I´ve been in therapy with a shrink who wasn´t that bad. He usually doesn´t take cases and if he does, only special ones." he said, rolling the words tenderly and carelessly off his smiling lips. "I´m just a habitual offender, according to him, when it comes to hitting my wife."

-You don´t hit her, you kill her. And with the beating you break her soul without which she is nothing more than a lifeless shell- you pondered to yourself and noticed how you struggled with your consciousness.

"No, you´re sick. An asshole eaten up by an inferiority complex. You´re trying to break my wings because you can´t take the fact that I don´t want and need you anymore." With that statement, which you didn´t manage to articulate properly due to the agitation, the fear came and with the fear the sub-machine gun in your chest started again.

"You bitch-" he yelled, threads of saliva flying into your face from afar as he ran towards you in a rage; grabbing you hard by the throat. Henry pulled you forwards with force and the cable around your wrists bursted from the pull as he threw you onto the ground, back first, and you screamed out as the slivers of glass pierced your back.

You gasped in his arms, unable to take a single breath- his fingers pressing into your thin and pale skin, already imprinting red fingertips on it. You had seen your ex-husband angry countless times, often to the point of incandescence. But you had never seen the aggression flash so intensely in his eyes. You may have hit a sore spot in him with your statement, which made him start to doubt himself.

Your bloody fingernails clawed at his hands, scraping the surface of that skin to convince him to let go, but he squeezed even harder, banging your head onto the floor countless times. The kicking and scratching of your legs in the shards was in vain. The ground beneath your feet, which you hoped to one day stand on again, began to crumble and you lost the strength to fight.

You were too weak and powerless. And you were more scared than ever. But you were ready to die; closing your eyes in faint, clenching your lids so tight you thought they would never open again and stopping your attempts to escape- you had braced yourself for the worst of pain, including death.

But then his sweaty and shaky hands began to pull away from your bonded skin, leaving you with no air to pass your crushed windpipe. A short and forced cough escaped your throat and was drowned out by a sonorous one that caused you even more pain.

Wordlessly, Henry fixated himself on the smeared blood on his knuckles and ran his fingers over it playfully before moving up and stepping over you like you were nothing but garbage bags standing in the way.

"Your death is not my aim and killing you is not my desire. I punish your ignorance and selfishness in leaving me." he clicked his tongue to confirm his reasoning. "Yes, that´s worse than a quick death if I let you live and you have to walk through this shattered life."

His real pleasure, after countless humiliations, was to kill every last glimmer of hope in the individuals he tormented.

You lay there, your eyes wide open and still gasping for air as he disappeared into the kitchen to get duct tape to tape your mouth shut. He must have had enough of your talking.

Stuck in your own apartment, you couldn´t think of an answer to the question of why you existed and you cursed God for putting you through this experience twice. But most likely, God didn´t exist- no valid, all-powerful being could condone what Henry did and probably would do to you.

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Tired and drained, Olivia opened her eyes and stared sullenly at the phone gripped tightly in her hand. Immediately and without hesitation, she unlocked it half asleep, looking hopefully at the display; waiting for a message from you.

"Damn it." a heavy sigh escaped her dry lips and her shoulders sagged. Thousands of messages she had sent within the last evening had arrived and been read, but there was no confirmation for her that you were fine.

Her pale hand clutched the back of the couch she was lying on. She hadn´t heard from you since the incident two days ago- your connection remained silent. Since you´ve known each other, there hasn´t been a day that you haven´t spoken, which also made her suspicious.

The brunette took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes and threw the phone on the table. Her gut still spoke volumes and told her to be sure that you were fine so she got up and got ready to check in with you to see for herself that you were okay.

Arriving at your apartment in less than half an hour, she lifted her slender hand and knocked briefly. For a moment, when the silence weighed heavily, she longed for an answer. Heavy footsteps, mixed with an unclear clinking under them, approached the wooden door and when it opened carefully and only a crack, she took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but the sentence got stuck in her throat.

"Oh hello." the iron look of the almost black eyes looked dull at the woman in front of him, registering who he was looking at and nervously brushing the tousled and unwashed strands of hair out of his face. "Benson.. am I right? What do you want?"

"Captain, yes. I want to speak to Y/n." her voice was harsh and broke through any silence the hallway had to offer. Her legs were planted firmly on the floor and she spoke with an authority that made him increasingly uncomfortable. "She is very busy at the moment. Can I tell her something?"

She smiled mischievously as her gaze rose from the floor. "Yeah.. tell her that the violent suspect from out recent case soon gonna be a dead man." she spoke dryly but loudly, certain that you were held by him in your own apartment and knowing that you had heard and understood what she was trying to tell you.

Olivia wanted to free you from your living nightmare immediately, but she couldn´t do anything against him alone; risking your and her life on top. She didn´t know what danger awaited her if she tried to break in alone. Nor did she know what condition you were in.