#Fang x ticklish reader

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omega verse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, double-pen, gangbang kinda, tag-team

♡ fem reader

It’s been a month since your new owner brought you home, and despite expectations, you’ve yet to be eaten by the predators you share your den with. On the contrary, the six hybrids seem to have accepted you as their seventh pack member despite you being at the very bottom of the food chain.

You’ve come to trust that, despite the look of hunger in their eyes… food isn’t exactly what they have in mind. 

The hyena seems to be the only one your age. But he’s also a bit of a bully. Always goading you with ticklish poking until you stomp your feet and whine at him to stop. 

He never listens to you, though – he just cocks his head, finding it funny how you try giving him orders – only grinning as he pins you instead, chewing some on the lops of your ears while squeezing your cottontail – smirking and giggling at your pouty face getting all frustrated.

Your weak kicking is so cute, and so is how you try clawing at him despite having but blunt nails – he can’t help but laugh at the way it tickles him. 

It’s so painstakingly clear you’re not made to fight back, and it’s so adorable how you don’t even realize you already surrendered the moment you rolled over on your back with your belly up. 

It makes him go absolutely feral when you pull on his ears and mane, begging him to stop as he laves at your slit and clit, delving his long tongue deep within your walls until the tip prods your womb. It’s course against your skin and harsh on your insides and scratches your poor clit until it’s all swollen and throbbing for him – making you sob as his feral smile teases your chubby mound with a bite – only satisfied when you cum in his mouth.

But while the hyena enjoys play-fighting with you, the rest are more prone to fight each other…

The panther and leopard are good friends, whilst the fox and wolf seem to tolerate each other – and you don’t know whether it’s unfortunate or a blessing in disguise that both pairs only want you for themselves and often end up fighting over you.

You’d say the four are the most trigger-happy of the pack – always hissing and barking at each other. But everyone knows that cats and dogs don’t get along.

The canines are a little scarier, you think. They’re rougher with you.

The wolf especially. He’s older than you, a big heap of hulking muscles that bear down over you with the daunting superiority of a seasoned hunter. 

He doesn’t take lightly to you talking back to him – acting as though he’s actually offended when you so much as open your mouth if it’s not to swallow his tongue. Even if all you ask is for him to go a little slower, he’ll just growl at you – threatening your neck with fangs while chewing your collar – and otherwise ignore your cry completely. Calling you his bitch while telling you to quit your whimpering even though he’s been breeding you sore for the past hour, ramming your poor cunt so hard your muscles have all given out and left you to lie on the floor with only his paws keeping your hips upright.

He's always extra rough when you reek of cat – as though it’s your fault. Huffing and puffing as he now has to spend so much effort scenting you again.

It’s a never-ending war between them all. You go from camp to camp, getting marked again and again like territory, only for your owner to clean you up at the end of the day.

But the wolf is the worst. One time he’d gone so far as to piss on you… 

But he was later scolded by the owner – bonking his head with a rolled-up newspaper, telling him he had to learn to share or else he’d have to go sleep out in the doghouse. He’d also been told he had to stop breaking skin when biting you unless he wanted to be muzzled.

It only made him all the more grumpier. Growling in your ear that the one who ought to be muzzled is you and your snitch-mouth always crying wolf like some bitch who never learns her place – that next time you go talking to the owner, he’s going to eat you like the piece of meat you are.

You come to learn that he’s more bark than bite after a while. 

When you get used to him and his stamina, you stop crying and start holding onto him instead. And it’s when you’re burying your face in his neck and begging for his seed that he softens up for you.

He stops biting and starts sucking instead – laying hickeys all over your neck and chest, blushing with closed eyes when suckling your tits like a pup. You learn he’s a sucker for being called good boy and will wag his tail when you sit on his face. 

He’s also the one with the most owner-sickness of the pack, always clinging to you, growling when others get close, and never ever sharing when his turn.

He only begrudgingly allows the fox to eat his scraps afterward. 

You can only mew as he mounts you next. 

His tempo is always a bit of a shock – a bit juvenile, but who can blame him when he’s had to wait for so long? He’s a little younger than you – eager and desperate for it every single time.

Pounding you sharply – hard and fast with howls and heavy panting – even whimpering as you hold you tighter and tighter, squeezing you free of air as he savors the feel of your wet pussy clamping down around him.

He doesn’t growl too much when you whine. Instead, he laughs – elated and frenzied – eyes manic as he sticks his tongue as far down your throat as he can – drooling uncontrollably as he sinks his knot inside you and spills his worth inside your womb.

It’s a relief he doesn’t last as long as his bigger partner.

He’ll suck love-bites on the chubs of your cheeks as he unswells – lick all the sweat from your skin and come down by the sweet taste. Laying sloppy kisses all over your body and lapping over all bruises and soreness in gratitude – looking at you somewhat sheepishly with big puppy-dog eyes as though suddenly embarrassed that he’d been so feral.

The felines are less spastic. 

But they also like to lick you – with sand-textured tongues scraping at your fur and skin until they’ve made sure you’re coated with their scent. They seem to enjoy grooming more than anything, always snuggling with you.

But they get flirty, too… you’ll know when they start kneading your softer parts – blinking at you slow and expectantly until you return the favor.

They’re the same age and have known each other all their life, practically brothers, and do everything together as though they were a pair of Siamese – including when they mate with you. 

They’ll lay you down on one lean chest while the other is poised above you. Purring as they take turns with you – both so gently.

The panther always has a sly smile on his face when looking down at you – his claws retracted while he sticks his slender fingers inside your mouth to play with your tongue. He says it’s one of his favorite things about you – so soft and so silky, so different from theirs when you lick his skin.

It makes the leopard pout behind you, nuzzling you tight, his cheek to your cheek, asking the other if he doesn’t like it when he grooms him. 

The panther only smiles down at both of you, promising that he likes both your tongues until he proceeds to swap between which one of you he kisses.

When the leopard kisses you, he also admits he likes your tongue – whispering all depraved things that come to mind – loves how smooth it feels in his mouth and on his lips and neck and nipples and cock and balls.

Eventually, the heat gets to their heads, and their pointy ears start to droop, looking at you with such dark glossy eyes, opium-blown with pleasure and lust for more – kissing each side of your face, asking whether you won’t allow them both inside you at the same time – their pretty pleas making your head go silly, panting while nodding your head for them, bucking your hips stuck between the two while begging for both of them.

You feel their slim tails coil around each of your thighs as they sink inside your drooling heat together – their breaths deep and shuddering while they feel your tightness squeeze around them. 

They coo at you – telling you how perfect you look trapped between them like that – as their pretty little double-stuffed toy. And you’re too cock-drunk to do anything but agree.

After flooding you with cum, they go back to cuddling – sleeping – the both of them purring with lanky limbs all tangled on top of each other and you in the middle.

The bear is also a lazy fellow – a gentle giant. Something you’re grateful for – you don’t think you’d survive if he ever tried mounting and pounding you like the other boys.

He’s the eldest of the pack. Twice your age. You feel the seniority in his movements – all unhurried, savoring every second with a warm smile.

He’s satisfied with having you on his lap – cock-warmed by your tight bunny-cunt while you hand-feed him berries. You feel a little safer with him knowing you have the same appetite and that he isn’t thinking about eating you. 

He hums, a rusty sound that comes from his gut – telling you he likes seeing you eat – that it’s cute how you take such small bites – and the way your nose scrunches and your cheeks fill.

Sometimes he’ll tell you to hop on his lap – his massive warm paws placed on your haunches with large black claws gently denting the plush flesh found there, encouraging you as you ease up and down the great length that bulges from your belly. 

The size of it makes you pant.

You’re glad he’s happy having you at the end of the day – after you’ve been loosened up by the others. You fear he’d split you in two if otherwise.

The owner collects you before bedtime after everyone’s had their share – clips a leash onto your collar, and leads you to the bathroom – crawling on all four like an actual animal. You’ll often collapse halfway there, but he doesn’t mind scooping you up to carry you instead – always with a few patronizing words leaving him while mollycoddling you, almost speaking baby to you, telling you how proud he is of how domesticated you’ve become.

There’s always a bath waiting for you – a gift for being such a good little pet, he says. 

It reminds you of when you were first brought here, as he washes you with his own hands – rubbing the filth of spit, cum, and sweat from your sore limbs, messaging your flesh into nice limber softness again.

He’s always mumbling about human matters under his breath – money, business, estate – ruffling your hair when you give him a blank stare. Apologizing while saying he won’t trouble your pretty head with such complicated topics.

All you have to worry about is being his stress-relief – something clueless and dumb and dependent on him. You realize that without him needing to say it. It’s communicated through all the other things he says anyway.

He’s always whispering in your ear before bed – sweet nothings about what a good bunny you are – how you’re the cutest, softest, sweetest little thing in the entire world – telling you how much he loves you and how happy he is that you’re finally settling in – how you’ve become the most precious little housebroken pet for him.

It feels different when he touches you. The other hybrids make you feel small, but there’s a familiarity with them – something about being hunted fairly and squarely, like out in the wild. 

With the owner, you’re reminded you’re a pet eating out of his palm – something tame warming his bed at night with your leash tied to the bed frame.

He doesn’t fuck you with the same intent as the others do – there’s no rut behind his cold movements. It’s not mating or breeding. It’s something else you can’t put your finger on. Something human. Something alien to you.

Something in the way he has his hand fisting your leash as he sinks inside your heat – something in how he babies you, calls you cute when you shake and cum around his cock like you can’t control yourself.

It all makes you feel like some mindless animal.

Impulsive and primitive in comparison to him and his calculated thrusts and how he only cums inside you after you’ve all but begged him to breed you.

♡ part 1

Owner: ♡ BNHA - Aizawa, AFO ♡ JJK - Nanami, Kenjaku ♡ HQ - Ukai Hyena: ♡ BNHA- Shigaraki ♡ JJK- Mahito ♡ HQ - Tendou Wolf: ♡ BNHA - Bakugou, Dabi ♡ JJK- Sukuna, Naoya ♡ HQ - Sakusa Fox: ♡ BNHA - Denki, Kirishima, Deku, Amajiki ♡ JJK- Yuji, Yuuta, Choso ♡ HQ - Hinata, Nishinoya Leopard & Panther: ♡ BNHA - Denki & Shinso, Dabi & Hawks ♡ JJK - Geto & Gojo ♡ HQ - Miya twins, Oikawa & Kageyama, Kuro & Kenma Bear: ♡ BNHA - Enji, Aizawa, All Might, Mirio ♡ JJK- Toji, Nanami, Higuruma ♡ HQ - Daichi, Ushijima

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[localplaguenurse]

Having Your Hands Tied

Spider Arlecchino x Fem Reader Smut (Kinktober Week 1)

So I decided to do my own kinktober challenge this year! Once a week I'll be posting a spooky smut oneshot on here and on ao3. Figured we'd come out swinging with a sexy spider lady Arlecchino.

WARNINGS: Arachnephobia (there are no actual spiders but Arlecchino is half spider, talks about webs/silk/venom, and descriptions of spider appendages), bondage, a bit of biting, a mention of blood, and Arlecchino gets called "sir" once because I think it's hot. Argue with the wall.

Minors DNI

You know more often than not, truth is much stranger than fiction, but this is taking it to an extreme. 

The silky material binding your wrists holds you upright so you’re on the tips of your toes. This is a fantasy you and the Knave have indulged in here and there, having you restrained and utterly at her mercy. The thought of it often sends shivers up your spine and warmth to your core, but tonight will be different. Tonight is going to be a rare treat. 

You’re brought back to reality when you hear steps, too many, inhuman, grow closer. Harbingers tend to have a massive presence in person, but you know that looming feeling isn’t just intimidation factor, it’s Arlecchino herself. You know as much when you feel her lean down, pressing her plush chest to your bare back. Her breath feels warm on your neck, as do her hands when she lightly drags her claws up your sides. You shiver and flinch at the ticklish feeling, inadvertently tugging on the silk and bumping back against Arlecchino’s form.

She chuckles lowly, bringing her hands up to your chest, gently cupping your breasts. She nuzzles her face into your neck before bringing her lips to the shell of her ear. “I have to admit, I was a tad off put by your request,” she says, “but you’re more eager than ever, ma chérie.” She gives your breasts a gentle squeeze, and you whimper. She hums. “Maybe too eager. Don’t tell me this is already too much for you. We’ve hardly started, after all.”

“I-I’m fine,” you choke out as she pinches your nipples, careful her claws don’t scratch you as she does. 

“Good.” She places a soft kiss to your ear. Her voice causes your heat to pulse. “Do you trust me?”

Though your caution makes you hesitate answering, you quickly, eagerly nod your head. “I do.”

Arlecchino nuzzles into your neck again, one of her hands trailing down from your chest, under your navel, between your legs. Her fingers are precisely, cautious so she does not cut you as the pads of her fingers find your clit immediately. She’s memorized your body, every dip and curve and fold, and the perfect ways to tease you.

You let out a breathy moan as she begins rubbing little circles into the sensitive little bud. She chuckles. “Oh my, this wet already? I had no idea this would do so much for you. I wish you had mentioned it sooner.”

You giggle, equally excited and nervous. “Better late than never, hm?”

Arlecchino doesn’t reply. You feel her teeth catch on the skin of your neck, and you jolt at the fleeting sting. A test of your reactions or a warning of what’s to come, you don’t know. All you know is you want it, you want her, all of her. You find yourself trying to lean back into your lover’s shape, tilting your head to present more of your neck to her. Her fingers begin to move quicker, causing your hips to buck and your voice to pitch up. Her lips ghost over the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, and you can hear her take a deep breath.

She hisses before large fangs puncture your skin, and you scream at the sudden burning pain. Tears well up in your eyes as a reaction, but even if Arlecchino could see them, they would not deter her. Her fingers begin rubbing faster, in an attempt to comfort you and force your body to relax. You cry out, pain heightening the pleasure.

Your breath catches when you feel something pump into your neck. You whimper at the discomfort it brings, a pulsing pain that grows cold. That is when Arlecchino releases your neck from her maw, licking the blood that spills out of the now numb wound. The cold begins to spread now that it’s in your system, and you find it’s not so much cold as it is a general numbness. You feel yourself go weak in the knees, your legs starting to shake, and you feel the silk tied around your wrists dig into the skin as you grow limper and limper by the second. You do not feel pain, it’s nearly gone, save for an aching pulse in your neck.

“I tried not to use too much venom,” she whispers in your ear, “it is our first time using my more… frightening form, after all. Just enough to truly have you at my mercy, but not enough to paralyze your heart and lungs.”

“O-Okay,” you choke out.

“Now…”

Arlecchino’s hands stop groping and rubbing your sensitive spots. You feel the pressure of her pressing up against you disappear, but with the numbing venom in your veins, you can only guess what she’s doing based off of the creaking, heavy sounds of her body. Then you feel her hands grasp your calves and fold them back, as if you’re sitting up on your knees. You can’t help but gasp, which makes her chuckle.

“Pardon this, my dear,” she coos, “I’ve only done this while hunting, so I am still unsure how I would do this for recreational purposes. You can be patient for me, right?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

You’ve seen this form of hers a few times now. She’s let you explore it in a less intimate matter once, answering your questions about her biology with the casualness of discussing the weather. You do not fear her, nor do you find her disgusting, but you think the moment of primal anxiety you feel at the sight of spindly legs coming to wrap around you is a natural human instinct. You know ultimately that she will not hurt you severely or without your permission, but the venom in your body and large spider legs is causing alarm bells to go off. Your brain is screaming that you’re in deep, deep danger, and that only makes the heat of your core grow hotter.

You can only watch as the legs, covered in thin layers of silk, begin to twirl around you. They are slow, almost uncertain at first, but it does not take long for the Knave to figure out what she is doing. Her legs, thin, razor tipped, black and pulsing red at the joints, move faster, with more confidence. They begin wrapping your body in silk faster, the material constricting you tighter and tighter with every layer added. It feels warm against your numbed skin, and you can see the faint red glow of pyro energy in the strands. As she does this, she adjusts the pressure and position of the silk so that your weight is evenly distributed and not straining your arms.

The last strings of silk are secured tight around you, and with one of her pointed legs, she gently turns your suspended form around to view her handiwork. Your breath hitches and you feel yourself grow even warmer at the sight of her. You meet her eyes, or her normal pair, and not the smaller six surrounding them. She smirks, the points of her fangs so large that they poke out from her painted lips. When she moves closer, you try to take in the sight of her bare chest, scar laden torso, how the skin darkens when it meets the spider’s body, and you briefly catch the red, white and black pattern on her large abdomen before her lips press into yours. Her tongue tastes bitter with your blood and the lingering venom, which causes yours to lightly tingle in turn.

You feel her hand slip down between your legs, wide open with the way she bound your legs, and she does not bother teasing you anymore. Her fingers begin rubbing fast, tight circles into your clit, and your moan causes you to break the kiss, lips catching on the points of her fangs. Her other hand grasps your jaw and forces your head to stay still, and she slips her tongue into your mouth once more. With how the venom has dulled pain and stripped control from most of your body, you can only manage little twitches and jolts as sweet pressure begins to build. With how you’re restrained and suspended, it would have been difficult to move away anyways, but now you cannot move unless Arlecchino moves you.

Arlecchino lets your face go, and you manage to throw your head back with a wail as the pressure bursts. Tingling warmth floods your body as the only sensation you can feel in your weightlessness is pleasure. You can hear her pedipalps rubbing together as her fingers slow their pace, working you through the last aftershocks of your climax. Your chest heaves, slightly constricted by the silk. Arlecchino pulls her hand away, and she smiles.

“My, my,” she croons, “you really are enjoying this. What an odd little thing you are, my love.”

You feel yourself salivate as she takes her time licking the fluids off of her fingers. She moans softly as she does, as if she’s savouring the taste of a fine wine. When she notices your needy gaze, her eyes darken, and her smile grows more.

“Don’t look so sad,” she tells you. Then you watch as she lowers her massive body to the ground while lifting your legs up with her hands. The look she gives you from between your legs can only be described as starved.

“I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”

[cocosummer]

sum: you're getting double teamed by zhongli and neuvillette while they're in heat.. have fun :]

a/n: i tried something new with this one, please lmk if you liked it!

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader x neuvillette

cws: sub + bottom!reader, established polyamorous relationship, tongue fucking, creampie, major size difference (because dragons big), desperate dragons in heat, slight degrading at one point, possessiveness

<< minors and ageless blogs dni! >>

you sat in place, feeling the muscles of two serpentine tails tensing and relaxing as they coiled around you. the surrounding air of the nest was warm and dense with the longing breaths of dragons. dragons in heat.

your mates.

since the former archon, zhongli, had come to spend more time with you and neuvillette in fontaine, it seemed that his and neuvillette’s mating cycles had.. synced up? you weren’t exactly sure of the details. all you knew was that your two dragon partners were having to share the same nest and the same mate, while their heats made them increasingly territorial and needy. and it’d caused them to need to.. re-evaluate some terms in your group contract. 

“um.. have you two decided on anything?” you watched the two dragons conversing in hushed tones, sometimes snarling, sometimes glancing over at you with a visible need, before continuing their discussion. surely they had reached some sort of conclusion as for what to do with you by now..? 

zhongli turned from neuvillette to flash you a hazy smile, a quick departure from the zhongli of just a moment ago. “i believe so, my dear.” 

though he would never willingly hurt you or neuvillette, he could be quite the unpredictable character during his heat; if his mere survival of and achievements during the archon war were anything to show for it, he was more than the kindly, strangely knowledgeable yet somewhat ditzy secretary of the wangsheng funeral parlor that many knew him as. he dipped down from where he had been looming aside neuvillette and muttered a short, “if you’d allow me,” before nudging his snout at your thighs. his jaw parted slightly to let his pink tongue flick over his mouth, giving you a glimpse of his long, yellowed fangs.

his rolling mane was soft and ticklish as he settled over you. “i allow you,” you parroted slowly, and the geo dragon spared you a brief, doting look with bleary golden eyes, before he dove in for more.

you immediately felt yourself clenching up as his warm tongue squeezed between your cheeks to lap at the rim of your hole, stretching it out for him to use as he pleased. you could feel his jaw working under you, the rough scales on his muzzle rubbing against your legs as you instinctively started grinding against him. he let out a deep, resounding groan that shook the air as you started to ride his face.

and you were not unaware of monsieur neuvillette’s eyes on you. the hydro dragon followed your movements with blown out, iridescent eyes as you bounced on zhongli’s snout. his glossy jaws were parted, with dribblets of saliva starting to dangle like ice crystals from his lip, and his jaw hung lower each time zhongli’s tongue slipped deeper into you. each time you snapped your hips, and rolled them back to draw zhongli in further. you figured they really must have agreed on something, because as much as neuvillette seemed to want to jump in and lap you up himself, he stayed put in his corner of the nest. 

“neuvillette?”

your sweet voice had him bristling where he sat, as if it were a siren’s song, and he was the all too eager sailor about to rush into the throes of the ocean at your beckon call. though something seemed to have penetrated his heat-driven state of mind, giving him pause for a moment; he sank unceremoniously back into place. “um, we’ve agreed to.. take turns.”

“..oh..”

meanwhile, something in zhongli seemed to have snapped. overwhelmed with the scent of you, his tongue rasped more aggressively. he started fucking his tongue deeper and faster into your hole, as if it was him who needed to cum. 

some part of you had to wonder if this was his way of guiding your attention back to him. though you couldn’t focus on much else besides the arousal building in your gut. 

the forked tongue stirring in your insides, with plunging, circular motions that encouraged what felt like a tight coil in your gut to turn loose. the dogged look neuvillette was giving you as he waited, a voyeur watching his partner as you tensed and shook. zhongli’s name squeezed out of your pretty lips, and a sparse hovel of grey clouds formed over his crested head, though no water fell; with his jaw taut and his eyes bleary, his frilly ‘paws’ tucked under his chest, you decided morose longing was a beautiful look on him.

at some point you couldn’t hold back any more; trembling and tensed, you spurted cum down your legs, drenching the geo dragon’s beautiful, stone-coloured scales. though it wasn’t that way for long; you felt zhongli shift under your legs as he hurried to lick his chops dry of every drop of you. his pink tongue sometimes curled over your thigh, in his rush.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a large blurr – neuvillette diving for some of your arousal that had escaped zhongli’s notice and dripped onto the floor. immediately zhongli’s muzzle curled with a low, guttural snarl he poised at the hydro dragon, his slender haunches rising. to your surprise, neuvillette scrambled backward; well, it was both surprising and almost unnatural to see both the grand iudex of fontaine and a dragon not designed for environments outside of the ocean to move in such a manner. his grand, leafy fins slapped on the floor like a seal’s flippers. 

“zhongli,” you chided half-heartedly, sort of amused and still coming down from your high. 

the geo dragon let out a long chuff in response; he bent to gently lower you off his nose, onto his coils that covered the ground below, and pressed the side of his head to the floor, to savor what was left of your cum with long, greedy licks.  

you watch with a slight amused grin. he’s an old man, but he still acts like this. 

you turn to beckon neuvillette over apologetically, though he doesn’t appear to hear you.

the statuesque hydro dragon was staring down his nose, fixated on the cum that was sparsely trickling from between your legs and creating a small wet spot on the floor. ah. 

you felt blood starting to pool in your crotch once again, just from the yearning, desirous.. obvious way he was looking at you. his slit pupils blown wide, his scaly head drawn so low to the ground that his fluorescent blue antennae brushed against it. wordlessly pleading for you to let him in

perhaps he needed to hear your invitation again. he was distracted the last time

– –

“don’t let such high praises go to waste, my neuvillette. our mate clearly can’t focus, with how you’re stretching their soft, human hole to full capacity, getting it ready for me.” a rumbly, possessive growl emerged in the last of zhongli’s words, lending him an alluringly dangerous quality.

neuvillette slurred above you; his mind was far away. “nh.. so full for me, my love..” his tail wrapped attentively around the bulge in your stomach that his cock was causing. a broody trill escaped his throat, and you panted, enamored with his little noise.

“you look divine, when you’re at a loss for words~” zhongli’s smooth, sultry voice had somehow deepened to a point you’d seldom heard it reach before. you could tell he was deep in the sauce now

and you could only imagine the scene he was enjoying. merely picturing the sight of dragon cock splitting through your thighs was enough to have you tensing up, head reeling

your drool collected on the coil below you, as you forgot everything but what you felt. as your body worked hard to accommodate the tip of one of the hydro dragon’s heavy, shark-like cocks, and your mind honed in on his rhythmically plying out a ways and then nestling deeper inside you with each twist of his long, muscular body. the pressure of his cock weighing against the soft flesh of your opening, and the brush of his scales against your inner thighs stimulating you further

your body ached from anticipation, with your only thoughts crying for more, more more, though you weren’t exactly sure how much you could take. this was your first heat spent together; it’d usually be you visiting one dragon or the other during their respective nesting days. 

neuvillette’s labored breaths fanned over the back of your head, like the gusts of an ocean wind. you sensed your vision growing bleary, and a tension accumulating within you; a strong wave of your own arousal sent you for a loop, and you felt neuvillette’s strong coils shudder around you in response, minutely tightening their grip. and you heard neuvillette let out a strangled whelp when he finally let himself go, when he allowed thick ropes of his cum to plunge into your insides, dousing you with sudden warmth.

a thick ring of neuvillette’s cum quickly formed around the base of his dick, but before he could overwhelm his small human partner with the sheer amount of cum dragons tended to produce, he carefully slid out, and let the rest of it flow under your stomach.

or, more accurately, he suddenly had the mind to slide out.. he was rather enjoying the sensation of being milked to the brim by you, and his mind, in its most relaxed and instinct-driven state, told him to hoard what he loved – what was his.

having taken his load, you were assumed in the scent of the hydro dragon; you were markedly his

and you could tell it was making zhongli antsy, because scarcely had neuvillette pulled out when you felt the geo dragon’s paw padding over your back. cum was still pouring out of you, and his talons curled around your trembling figure, securing you in his grasp so he could draw you towards him.

you wriggled weakly in his clutch, managing a strained, breathless, “it's too much,” when the geo dragon let out something akin to a warning hiss. “our contract agreement was to take turns, my dear.”

his whiskers brushed like soft mist against your cheeks as he hung his head low, to address you. his proximity to you punctuating his words.

“and you’ve agreed, to assist us until we’re satisfied.

shouldn’t we adhere to that?”

[monster-fluffery]

Naga Cuddling Imagines (SFW!)

Okay… but have you ever thought of how nice it would be cuddle a Naga?

Hear me out!

GN! Naga x GN! Reader

Their Tails

As we know, nagas would have very long tails. While they may not be warm, they’re strong and snug. Not only that, but a naga would certainly be protective. They’d want to keep you safe and close to them no matter what. They’re very territorial… including over you! They’d wrap their tail around you to keep you safe while combing their clawed fingers through your hair and over your skin. They would very much enjoy the warmth your body gives off. This usually results in nuzzles against your neck, followed by a purr/hiss of contentment.

No matter what, they’re determined to keep you close, not that you mind. The texture of the scales is nice, an odd sensation against your fingertips. Despite being enveloped by another living being, the cool temperature keeps you comfortable. Your partner would know this very well too. While their tail was cold, their upper body is not as cold. The combination is enough to lull the both of you to sleep!

Their Claws

They’re natural hunters and protectors. It’s no wonder that they have razor sharp teeth and nails. You know they could rip you to shreds if your partner so pleased; However, there’s a comfort in knowing they would never lay a finger on you, let alone give anyone else the chance to. When it comes to cuddling, they’ll run their fingers along your flesh, relishing in the warmth and softness of it. The claws would leave goosebumps in their wake as they admired your resting form.

Your partner would worship you on their knees if they had any. So, they’ll let their fingers do the job. They have a fascination with the dips and curves of your body; whether it be the small of your back, the dip of your hips, or the curve of your neck. There isn’t a spot on your body that they don’t admire. Running their claws over these areas only further reminds them how much they adore and crave to protect you.

They love it even more when you reach to hold their hands while you’re cuddling. Their fingers interlock with yours and their thumb runs over the back of your hand. They’re much bigger than you and their hand practically engulfs yours. They’re a natural born predator, yet they decided you were it’s mate. You were what they were destined to protect. Destined to love and worship. Which leads into my next point.

Their Fangs

Did you really think their fangs would differ much from their claws? They’re very similar in the sense of danger, but they’re used in more intimate situations. Your partner loves to dip their head into the crook of your neck, ghosting their fangs over your soft skin. They can feel your blood rushing through your veins and how much heat radiates off your pulse. These trails leave your skin tingling and aching for affection. You would give your life to receive some kisses.

And of course, they would absolutely bless your skin with myriads of kisses and attention. They love you and want to show you that love with every action they make. They could spend hours kissing your body in all sorts of places if you had let them. Though, sometimes it can be more than just kissing. Sometimes, these kisses can turn into light nips. Though, if they break skin, they immediately apologize. They never wanted to hurt you. Though, if you enjoyed the feel, they wouldn’t mind indulging you.

Hell, even that forked tongue might slip past their lips. You’re no stranger to being flicked by that tongue. Though, it’s mostly used for teasing when it isn’t used for kissing. It almost feels like a cat’s tongue, being rough. You can’t help but laugh when your partner runs their tongue along your neck or collarbone. You insist it feels weird, but your partner can’t get enough of that smile on your face. They love your smile and love your laugh even more. So, if you’re ticklish, oh boy. Good luck, my friend.

Extras

Did you know that Naga’s hiss in their sleep? It’s almost like snoring. Pretty cute if you ask me.

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If you run your hand along the length of their tail, sometimes the end of it curls. Their scales may be tough, but specific touches can be pretty sensitive.

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Your partner is really heavy! Sometimes they like laying on top of you and act like a weighted blanket. Can be pretty soothing, especially if the pressure soothes any anxiety you may have.

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They always compliment you on how soft and warm your skin is.

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They really like to brush their fingers through your hair.

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They really enjoy laying their head against your neck, chest, or lap because of how warm it is.

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They have an odd fascination with your legs and wanting to understand them. Though, they can’t comprehend how slow moving you are compared to them.

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[kazumist]

randomly thought of girldad soshiro

✩ — includes: soshiro hoshina x f!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 332. reblogs are very much appreciated !!

✩ — note: ANON I SWEAR WHEN I CATCH YOU OMFGHJHAJHAJHAJDKHASV PLSSSS

soshiro had doubts in his abilities as a father, if ever the time came.

and well, it did come—but on that day, he swore that he'd do his very best to be a good father figure. (despite your husband being confident in himself in the regular sense, he isn’t that confident when it comes to fatherhood so he can’t really say that he’ll be the “greatest”.)

when it’s only hoshina and his daughter alone, he'll let his daughter play with his hair, letting her put some random ribbon clips on it. and when your daughter gets her hands on your little makeup collection, soshiro prepares himself. the way his daughter drags the brush against his skin is ticklish as he tries to hold back a laugh at the feeling since his daughter would scold him, saying, “daddy, don’t move! you’re gonna ruin your makeup!” with a little pout on her lips.

he spoils her ever so often too. whenever soshiro finds something that will remind him of his daughter, he will get it. although he gets scolded by you, the words “you shouldn’t spoil her this rotten, soshiro.” repeat themselves every time it happens. but hey, nothing could beat the sparkle in his daughter’s eyes when she saw what her daddy got her. could you really blame him?

there are times when his daughter gets fascinated by her daddy’s little fangs. always trying to poke them whenever hoshina speaks. hoshina’s fangs are also something that your daughter has inherited from him and they always peek out whenever she laughs out loud (a sound that’s music to both of you and your husband’s ear). she will always point out how pointy it is, wondering if her little fangs will grow that pointy too when she grows up.

yet as time went on, soshiro realized that he’s already doing his best to be a good father figure to your daughter. as long as she’s happy, then he’s happy. that is simply how it works.

[wolftoken]

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[another-lost-mc]

DIAVOLO x gn!Reader 1.2k Words | NSFW | Explicit | Making Out, Marking, Oral Sex (m!receiving) CW: Mentions of alcohol. -> Prompt: Kissing in an Alley Behind a Bar [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Diavolo makes every date with you an adventure. He loves exploring all the things in the human world that you used to take for granted; everything excites him, and it’s difficult not to be excited too.

Tonight he asked you to join him on a date at a human world bar. Bars aren’t really your thing, and you don’t drink much at the best of times, but you agreed anyway. It’s hard to say ‘no’ to the demon prince that asks you for so little, while the love in his eyes promises you the whole world just for being by his side.

Most of the time when you go on human world excursions, Diavolo is overdressed for the occasion. He looks handsome, sure, but his large stature and expensive, perfectly-tailored suits draw a lot of attention.

(You try not to grumble too much when other people blatantly stare at him, or try to flirt with him even though you’re standing right there, your arm obviously linked with his. Even though he doesn’t say anything, he knows you get a little jealous—and he makes it up to you later in the privacy of his bedroom and shows you why you have nothing to be jealous of.)

You wait patiently for Diavolo in the main foyer of the Demon Lord’s Castle while he finishes getting ready. You grin and ask Barbatos which suit Diavolo plans to wear tonight, but he looks far too smug when he hints that you might be disappointed. 

Diavolo’s voice echoes when he greets you from the top of the staircase nearby. You turn towards the staircase and wave, but your own greeting dies in your throat. You expect him to come bouncing down the steps in one of his three-piece suits. You didn’t expect him to wear a black leather jacket you’ve never seen before, or the slim-fitted white t-shirt underneath, or the dark wash jeans that hang low on his hips and cling to his muscular thighs. 

His joyful smile sharpens when he’s close enough to slip his hand in yours, and you realize you’ve been staring (and probably drooling). Your mouth opens and closes a few times while you try to think of something to say.

I want to climb you like a fucking tree doesn’t seem appropriate in present company, even though Barbatos has caught you both in compromising positions before.

“You look nice,” is the most eloquent reply you can manage in that moment; your voice is a bit higher than usual, and you want to die when your voice cracks.

Also, when did it get so hot in here?

Diavolo beams at your compliment (and very obvious once-over). “I thought I would try a different look today, considering the very casual nature of our date location.” He escorts you to the portal Barbatos conjures for you, and he leads you in the direction of a local pub his butler located for you in advance.

The demon prince grunts when his back slams against the bar’s rough brick exterior, but his eyes glitter with anticipation under the flickering street lamp overhead. His devilish smile is wide and full of teeth, and he traces his fangs with the tip of his tongue while he drinks in your needy expression.

“If I’d known bringing you to such a place would have this result, I would’ve done so much sooner,” he chuckles as he tilts his head back to give you access. You moan against his neck and scrape your teeth along the skin of his throat; he exhales a shuddered sigh grips your waist to drag you even closer to him.

“It’s those fucking jeans, and that shirt, and it’s—it’s everything about you,” you nearly whine against his collarbone between clumsy, open-mouthed kisses against his skin. Your hands slide under the thin material of his shirt, and he twitches when you graze the ticklish skin of his belly. 

“I’m yours,” he promises in a rough voice, and his hand cradles your nape and forces you to look at him. “All yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“You big sap,” you scold him half-heartedly, but your breathy voice lacks any real heat. You push yourself against the firm, muscular planes of his chest and slot your mouth against his in a desperate kiss. You can taste the alcohol on his tongue when you lick into his mouth, and you chase the bittersweet taste with your own

He swallows your breathy sounds as he moves against you in a frenzied kiss. His own deep growls punctuate the wet sounds of his lips and tongue caressing yours. He jerks his hips when you run your hands over his chest and tweak his nipples between your fingers.

He’s hard and straining in these jeans he bought specially for you, and his body burns so hot he feels like you're consuming him. He's not going to last long no matter how you touch him. The only thing he knows is that he doesn't want to paint the inside of his pants when he can be inside you somehow instead.

“I want you,” he pants as you kiss a sloppy trail across his jaw and down his neck. Your muffled uh-huh tickles his skin and he pulls your hips flush against his. He grinds himself harder against you while you suck a mark below his ear.

(Diavolo knows Barbatos will disapprove of the mark and insist he cover it up later. He doesn’t want to, though—he would wear all your bruises and bitemarks proudly. He wants everyone in the Devildom and all the realms beyond to know that it's his bed you warm each night.)

The alley is dark and grimy and off-putting, but Diavolo still wonders how he can fuck you against the cold brick wall without roughing up the soft skin of your back. His train of thought breaks when you suddenly drop to your knees; the desire radiating from you in waves overwhelms him.

When he scents the air, he can smell your soap and your sweat, and below that, he can pick up the faint traces of the arousal that's dampening the inside of your pants. It makes his mouth water and he has to remind himself to be patient.

He throws his head back with a moan as his large hands stroke the sides of your face. “You’re so perfect for me,” he grits out. “I'm going to fuck you against this wall before I take you home.” He knows you're both desperate, and his dirty promises make you whine, a high-pitched noise that makes his cock ache. He tries not to buck his hips against your face when you rub your cheek against the rough denim covering his aching cock. He hears the soft sounds of metal clinking together when your nimble fingers loosen his belt.

“You'd better,” you mutter against him, tongue flicking against the wet spot of his boxer briefs before you pull them down.

You should've guessed all along what he wanted when he brought you here of all places. You wait until he looks at you properly—

—with his tousled hair and dark, lustful gaze blown-black, and his spit-slicked and swollen lips, and his chest heaving with anticipation and the control it takes for him not to push you against the rough brick behind him and impale you on his cock—

—and then you finally swallow him down.

[smorksthings]

Do u take request I wanted to ask since I had idea for requesting for Dan heng IL x Reader but not sure if u do not

IL Dan Heng being your boyfriend HCs

Gender neutral reader — no mentions of pronouns | Not proofread | AN: I'm a big Imbibitor Lunae simp (in an autism way), I currently have 100 unpaid wishes saved for him 🤩 | 630 words

- I feel like the relationship would change depending on whether you knew him before the revelation or after the revelation;

- Especially if you were full on dating beforehand or not, I feel like he wouldn't have told you about being the reincarnation of Imbibitor Lunae since no one else is the crew knew, he felt really guilty about it (as if he didn't think he'd be able to keep it a secret for longer/forever);

- Super apologetic and understanding if you're mad at him for keeping such a big secret from you, confused if you're rather unbothered about it and move on quickly;

- I feel like he asks multiple times if you're truly okay and not mad at him, he probably gets really annoying about it, please reassure him and tell him not to worry, be firm about it but not too much (you don't want him to think you're mad, after all), he's much more understanding if you make sure he knows you're being serious;

- If you met and started dating after the reveal, he's much more chill about it all. He doesn't need to worry about hiding his secrets this time around and can be much more honest and open without worrying;

- Honestly, he's probably more open now than ever before, whether if he met you before or after, he's not burdened with the weight of needing to hide such a big part of him and his past, he's either much more chill or more stressed because he's worried about the group and what the Nameless think about him now;

- Moving on from how the relationship started, now moving onto how he acts in your relationship;

- Dan Heng was never really touchy before the reveal, and still isn't one for PDA;

- He tries to be more touchy in private for you, and tries to do some basic PDA in public, like hand holding and kissing your cheek, but he doesn't try to go anywhere over the top;

- Although, he probably holds your hand most of the time, it started with linking his pinkie with yours, and the longer he spent time with you, the more comfortable he gets, he starts clasping your hands in his own and eventually entertwines his fingers with his own;

- Low-key likes brushing his tail against you but is too shy to completely wrap around it you. You can touch his tail, but he's quite ticklish there and will try to stiffle his laughter, but it's a little hard;

- His ears are also quite sensitive, if you want to tease/fluster him, just play with his ears, and you'll get blushing madly in no time;

- Sharp fangs are absolutely real, may be my own personal vices, but yes, he's so delicate with you. He tries his best not to cut your lips/tongue on his fangs so hard and profusely apologies and tries his best to make it up to you;

- Reassure him that he's fine, that it doesn't hurt that bad, and you can deal with it, literally the most puppy like when he's worried about you and because of this;

- Strange mix between the "Golden retriever boyfriend" and "black cat boyfriend" tropes, he's quiet and off to the side, but he's not brooding and gloomy, he's also over protective, but also wants to please you even if it get him out of his comfort zone and literally glows when you enter a room and are around him;

- A little overprotective, he's not half as bad as I feel other characters would be, but he still wants to protect you and worries about you when you're away, texts you whenever you're around.

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[strongheartneteyam]

I wish I could

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!curvy!human reader

CW: mentions of sexual fluids and sex itself, fluff, angst, pregnancy symptoms such as throwing up (maybe you shouldn't read if you find that too gross)

I'm really insecure about this chapter I guess I'm just thinking "Oh no but a human couldn't conceive a baby with a na'vi no way" but you know what this is MY avatar AU so it doesn't have to be completely canon I'm just a crazy perfectionist please forgive my madness guys 🥲 Anyway, it's just kind of a transitional chapter with some fluff and important stuff happening at the same time if makes any sense ?? I'll shut up now hope u like this 🤡

The words in italic are the translation of something said in na'vi previously.

Chapter 5

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Chapter 4

After Neteyam made love to you, he kissed your forehead, grabbed your hand and took you to the nearest river and cleaned you up. Your sex and thighs were all covered with his semen and you were all sweaty. Your body was still hot from what happened previously so you got shivers when your feet touched the cold water. But it was a good sensation. The Pandora waters were always so fresh and amazingly blue. It was such a sight to see.

When the both of you were deep into the river, the water covering you until your waist but it only getting to the middle of Neteyam's thighs, he started to use his hand to wash his seed off of you. You started to laugh 'cause the movements his hand was making were ticklish.

"Stop that, skxawng." (moron), he said laughing "Lemme clean you up fast 'cause it's getting close to the eclipse. Our parents will be waiting for us to reunite with the people for dinner."

"Eywa! You're right! I completely forgot about it."

Neteyam clicked his tongue "My beautiful airhead." He slapped your head slightly, not enough to hurt you, just to tease you, making you look at him with a wide smile in your lips. He was the most perfect being you had ever seen. You couldn't believe he was yours. His fangs hanging out of his mouth when he smiled back at you were so cute and sexy at the same time. You knew he could use his sharp teeth to rip someone's throat open but he would only use them to protect you.

After you were ready, Neteyam took a quick bath in the river waters and then you guys headed to the tribe. He was holding your hand and helping you so you didn't trip on any twigs fallen on the floor as you guys needed to walk fast because it was getting dark and dangerous in the Pandora forests. Your parents would be so worried if you two didn't show up soon to meal time.

You felt your cheeks blush when you walked into the sea of na'vi and a few humans reunited around the bonfire, eating their fruits and meat already. You couldn't wash away from your head that only 1 or 2 hours before you were moaning while Neteyam mated with you in the middle of the forest. Eywa, what if you guys had been caught? What if, Eywa forbid, Jake or Neytiri walked into you having sex with their son while they were hunting? You wanted to die just thinking about it.

You and Neteyam were no longer holding hands but you two were walking side by side.

He smiled at you and said "See you later?"

"I don't know. It's getting close to sleep time but maybe we'll talk a bit after dinner?" You said

He only moved his head down slightly in response, still smiling, not showing teeth, and headed to his family. You had just noticed Jake was looking at the both of you, a serene look in his face. You wondered if he was just looking at you two or if he knew something was up.

You knew Jake liked you a lot and he was a father figure to you, since your biological father had died and your na'vi mother, Ao'ite, lost her mate long ago, before you were even born. He died together with many other na'vi in a battle against the Sky People. You wondered how many na'vi had cried over a deceased loved one who was killed by humans. You hated your own species and was ashamed of being one of them. But you reminded yourself of something Jake would always tell you, since you were a child:

"You're one of us, little one. It doesn't matter what your biology is. You live like us, you love and respect our land, you speak our language and pray to Eywa. You're just as much na'vi as I am. Don't forget I once had a human body like yours." He said, sitting down on his heels to look better at your small human child frame and touching your chin slightly, making you smile and say "Thank you, Jake. I'm not sad anymore. If you say I am a na'vi, then I believe you."

He smiled big at you and you went running back to Ao'ite, who took you in her arms, wrapped your legs around her waist, her hands below your thighs and mouthed "Thank you" to Jake. He only motioned his head down a bit, smiling slightly at her.

But even knowing Jake loved you as if you were one of his own children, you still wondered what he would think about Neteyam choosing you as his mate. Would he be against it because you were a human? What about Neytiri? Would she be okay with it? Their eldest son was soon to become the next Olo'eyktan. He was being trained by his father almost everyday. Maybe his parents would think it's better for him to mate with a good na'vi girl. And you knew he would have plenty of options if he wanted to. You weren't blind to the way so many na'vi girls looked at Neteyam. And they were all so pretty and skilled. And the most important part was; they could give Neteyam children. You felt your heart ache.

You realized you were still standing in the same spot Neteyam left you. Swiftly you started walking towards your mom. She had a worried look on her face.

"Are you alright, my child?" Ao'ite asked as you sat down next to her

"I'm okay, mom. I was just lost in my thoughts." You said smiling at her and taking a reddish small fruit into your hand and taking a bite out of it

"I noticed you came to meal time with Neteyam. What were you guys doing that you both arrived here late, together?"

You almost choked on your fruit when you heard her saying that. There was something about mothers, it didn't matter if they were human or na'vi, but they always knew when you were up to something.

"I was just listening to music in the forest, in a safe place, away from dangerous animals, as you taught me, and Neteyam found me there and decided to stay with me for a while. You know he likes to listen to music from Earth with me. I always tell you how happy I get when he turns out to like a song that's one of my favorites." You said, hoping your mother would believe you and wouldn't ask anything further.

She looked away from you with a serious look in her face, taking another piece of meat from the big leaf laid on the floor and said:

"I know you feel something more for the Sully's son than just friendship."

You looked at her surprised and said:

"Y-you do?" With wide eyes and red cheeks

"Ma (y/n). I'm an old na'vi woman. I can tell when a young girl is in love. Don't forget I once was around your age and fell for your father." She smiled

She used to refer to her late mate as your father, even though you never met him but you heard many stories of how great a warrior he was. And you knew he was generous, funny and treated your mom very well when he was alive. So you held him dear in your heart, even if you didn't even know how he looked.

"Neteyam is very special to me." It's all you said, looking down shyly

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You woke up the following day with the weirdest feeling in your throat and soon you realized you had to throw up so you jumped off of your mat, ran out of your mother's house and stopped only when you got behind a tree that was close-by. You put your head down and threw up what seemed to be all you had eaten the night before.

You heard the sound of leaves breaking on the floor and you looked behind you only to see Neytiri looking at you, seeming to be really worried.

"(y/n), honey. Are you sick?"

You cleaned your mouth with the back of your hand and looked up at Neytiri.

"Hm... I think so. I might have eaten a fruit that was starting to rot at dinner yesterday or something."

"I'm still worried. Do you need help?" She said

"I think I'm alright. Thank you anyway, Neytiri. You're always so nice to me." You smiled, looking at her beautiful face. Neytiri was the most beautiful woman in the clan, in your opinion.

She smiled softly

"If you need anything, shout as loud as you can and I'll come running to your aid. Okay?" She touched your shoulder

"Okay." You answered and she went her way

Later that day, after you had lunch you felt sick again and tried to run away to throw up because you hated making a mess at the house but Ao'ite came just in time to see you struggling.

"My daughter. Are you gonna throw up?" She saw you covering your mouth with your hand while your face was pale

The yellow liquid falling to the floor was the answer to her question

"I'm sorry, mom. I'll clean it up." You said already going to fetch a cloth to wipe the floor with but Ao'ite interrupted you

"Nonsense, child. You're sick. Sit down and I'll bring some water to wash your face." There was still vomit in your mouth and chin "Only after you're clean, I'll take care of the mess on the floor."

"Okay, mom. I think I need to lie down a bit." You said and laid on the floor "I don't know what's wrong with me but I can't seem to keep anything I eat inside my body. I always puke it."

Your mother was coming near you carrying water in a big seashell and a cloth and looked at you with her big yellow eyes for a few seconds, a serious expression in her face.

She knelt to the floor, wet the cloth in the water inside the seashell that was in one of her hands and started to clean your face up. When you were clean, she looked at you, seemingly mad and said:

"(y/n), did you mate with Neteyam?"

You looked at her not being able to believe what she had just asked.

"I..." You almost denied but there was no use "I did, mother."

"I knew you guys weren't just listening to songs together." She said, shaking her head in disappointment "(y/n), I might be mistaken but I have helped a lot of human girls and women with their pregnancies. I don't know if this is possible, but, you are showing symptoms that might indicate you're with child." Your mouth fell open

"I saw Neytiri when I went to the forest earlier today to hunt food for our lunch. She told me she saw you throwing up. You know how much she cares about you. She was worried and asked me to keep an eye on you."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, mom... I thought it was just something bad that I had eaten. I... I didn't think it was possible."

"I'm not sure it is. But there's a real possibility you're carrying Neteyam's child. And that's a big deal, my daughter. He's going to be the next Olo'eyktan." What she said brought back to your mind all those thoughts about not being good enough to be Neteyam's mate

"After I clean the floor, I will go to the lab and call Dr Evelyn. She will be able to tell us if you're really pregnant. You stay here and go lay in your mat. You gotta rest." She said, standing back on her feet and leaving to fetch something to clean the floor

You did as you mother said and went to lie down at your mat. After she had left, you were still awake and uncomfortable for half an hour but then you feel asleep, feeling tired.

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Meanwhile, Neteyam had just stopped for a break from his Olo'eyktan training with Jake. They were resting, sitting on the floor and Jake was cleaning his arrow when Neteyam said:

"Dad?"

"Yes?" Jake looked at his eldest son

"I have something important to tell you." Jake was looking at the arrow in his hand but looked back at Neteyam after hearing those words

"I chose a mate."

Jake had a serious expression at his face

"It's (y/n)."

Jake smirked and said "Who could have seen it coming? The girl you're always drooling over is the one you want to be your mate."

"The thing is... She already is, if you know what I mean."

"What?!" Jake was angry "And you didn't think to tell the people first? You have a great responsibility to the clan as the Olo'eyktan to be." He looked at him like he was crazy

"I'm sorry, dad. It all just happened so fast. It was only yesterday." Neteyam tried to defend himself

"Yeah, of course it was. I suspected something was up when you two arrived late and side by side at dinner."

"What do I do now, dad? Can I tell the people tonight?"

"Boy, you think with your penis, not your brain." Jake said, pushing Neteyam by his arm. "And is there another option? You have to make an announcement as soon as possible. It's gonna be tonight. And you're still not finished with your training. You were supposed to court her for a while and only mate with her after you became Olo'eyktan. How am I gonna tell your mother about it?" Jake shook his head

"Sorry?" Neteyam said with an awkward smile

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You woke up with a human female voice calling you softly. It was Dr Evelyn Miller.

"Hi, (y/n)." The redhead was looking at you with a soothing expression in her face "How are you feeling? Your mother told me you threw up a bit."

"Hi, Dr Evelyn. I feel better now. Thank you."

"That's great. Ao'ite told me you were chosen by a nice na'vi boy to be his mate. Is that right?" She was smiling

"Yeah...." You smiled shyly

"And she told me you guys were in a rush and you two mated already." You felt your face burn "The thing is, something weird seems to be going on here. You are showing symptoms of pregnancy. I have to get a sample of your blood and run some tests to see if you really are pregnant. Is that okay?"

"Sure..." You said nervous

"It won't take long. I have all the equipment I need here on my backpack."

Dr Evelyn stung you with a needle in a syringe she took out of a metal box that was inside her backpack. You saw the crimson blood being collected inside the syringe and sighed deeply, your breath faltering.

Ao'ite looked at you worried.

Half an hour later, Dr Evelyn looked at you with a surprised face and finally spoke:

"You are carrying a na'vi baby in your womb. That's crazy." She laughed slightly in disbelief

Ao'ite's eyes got filled with tears and she smiled

"I thought you were mad, mom." You looked at her face

"I'm mad you were irresponsible. And I'm worried for your fragile human health. But I'm also happy I'm gonna have a grandchild. And this child will be na'vi. Eywa ngahu!" (May Eywa be with you)

You felt tears starting to wet your cheeks.

"Congratulations, (y/n). You're gonna be under my care from now on as something like this has never happened before and we don't know how your body is gonna react. I'll leave you guys alone now." She smiled, put her backpack on her shoulder and exited your home

"Mom, I need to tell Neteyam!" You said smiling

"Do you want me to go to the Sully's house and call him? He better have told his parents that you guys mated. I don't want anyone confused or mad when I get there. I already have a lot on my plate right now." She laughed a bit

♡

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[bigassmoth]

He doesn't know how to respond to you sometimes (astarion x isekaied!reader) 2nd person pov

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"So...what do I look like?" He attempts to remain stoic but his eyes are earnestly scanning your face.

"Oh! I have a piece of a broken mirror somewhere in my bag if you want me to get it." You actually start to turn away to retrieve the discarded treasure before Astarion tugs you back by your shirt. Perhaps out of instinct from the many times your battle-experienced teammates have pulled you back from harm, you follow his tug and plop into his arms to look up at him quizzically.

"No, no. I can't tell if you are exercising your inconceivable sarcasm or are being genuine but either way- cease." Astarion briefly appreciates the warmth of your back against his chest before righting and spinning you around to face him. "Tell me what I look like."

You stare at him with a slowly growing smirk. Astarion can't help but tap his heel into the ground and cross his arms, aware of his mistake. His eyes rolling to the sky he leans forward and hisses.

"Puh-leeze."

You hum and break out into a bright smile, half-enjoying his progress in manners and half-enjoying his misery in indulging you.

"Well you look very adorable." Astarion begins to sputter (surely you meant worthy of adoration, right?) but you continue with your observations, "You have white hair, red eyes that I think some people think are just dark brown. Or that you are an albino. Honestly I don't know how other people don't clock you as a vampire."

He sighs, this is a conversation you've had before.

"By this point my dear you have seen far stranger. And I am a vampire spawn- there's a big difference."

You shrug, Astarion is beginning to suspect that your persistent misunderstanding of fundamental racial differences and cultural schisms is just a front for your unwillingness to conform to standard beliefs.

"Red eyes, claws, fangs, pointy ears. It's all there is what I'm saying."

"Pah-Pointy ears!?" Astarion rubs his temple in exasperation. "No, no. I'm not doing this with you right now. I'm ignoring your ignorance."

He sighs and claps his hands in front of him, looking at you with a slight sneer.

"You mean to tell me, that what I look like. Is just white, with red eyes, and pointy ears. You can't just call me beautiful and we can be done with it?"

"Oh I don't know if 'beautiful' is how I would describe you."

"Do you want to die?" Normally he would have a more severe reaction but at this point you had already exhausted him. Not that he wanted some rando-human from gods know where to think of him as the most beautiful creature they had ever seen.

"Nah it's just when I look at you I think about how cute you are. And I don't know why you are hung up on your ears, I love your ears." You reach up and cup his face, tilting his head to the side to admire said feature.

What's worse than your abrupt sappy touchiness is Astarion let you, swallowed thickly when you traced the shell of his ears from the tip to the soft underside of his jaw. This was a common problem with you in the camp that flustered everyone, your accidental intimacy and non-withheld affections.

"Your hair curls at the end, so it frames and wraps around your ears. Also around your cheeks sometimes but I think it's ticklish so you usually brush it back." You do the job for him, pulling strand of his ghostly locks from his face to tuck neatly behind his ear. Your hands are off of him now- as swiftly as you assaulted him with your warmth you leave him robbed of his senses.

"Ugh please, enough with your touchy-feely nonsense. This wasn't why I asked you. I just want to know if I am...presentable." He needed to know how he was seen. He needed to hear you say that you saw him as beautiful- but now Astarion felt like he bit off more than he could chew. Certainly others thought he was a divine image, the amount of lustful gazes he receives tells him as much. But what flavor was his beauty? Was it to your tastes?

"I am only touchy-feely nonsense." You coo at him with a shit-eating grin. In a way you were right, Astarion had seen you land insults that constituted as vicious mockery with the damage they dealt. That amount of power required much touchy-feely nonsense.

Feeling himself at his limit, given that it's hard to meet your gaze and his heart has begun to patter restlessly in it's bone cage, Astarion waves his hand and turns on his heel to return to his tent.

"Astarion~" You call out sing-songy, body swaying slightly as your readied your final attack. Against his better judgement Astarion stopped just as he was lifting his tent flap and turned to you with an eyebrow raised.

"You have thick eyebrows that accentuate your eyes like a belfry. Your cheekbones are tall and your cheeks shallow, so your face doesn't have much roundness to it. You have a slightly tapered jawline that leads to a smooth chin. There aren't any moles or marks on your skin aside from some slight pigmentation. Your ears make your face look broader, slightly less severe. Your smile lines soften your face, add muscle tone and character. I think people like your eyes the most, they are deep set and mysterious but when you smile the corners of your eyes crinkle in a way that is charming and sweet."

Astarion soaked in your description and kept quiet lest the emotion stuck in his throat become a mournful sob. Your absurdity had distracted him from the original purpose of his question, but perhaps you knew what he wanted since the first time he asked. You wait patiently for him to process your words before chirping out,

"I can try drawing you sometime, or we can get your portrait done when this worm business is done."

For once Astarion doesn't have the will to correct you about the difference between a tadpole and worm. In fact, he is startled when he laughs.

"Ah, yes. I would like that, once this stupid worm is out of my brain I think I will." He smiles in a shy and wry way. It's not lost on him that you said 'we'. Whether that means just the two of you or the rest of the party, Astarion doesn't know. He holds the words in his heart, that even after you no longer need his skills you would want to do silly selfish things with him. You grin back.

"I like all of your smiles, but some of them are definitely better than others. Have a goodnight, Astarion."

He would, he would kick his feet, stuff his face in his pillow, and roll around on his bedroll like a teenage girl.

Bonus:

The next morning Astarion waited for you to be out of earshot before approaching Wyll.

"Wyll-" He twirled, "how do I look?"

Wyll looked up from the breakfast he was cooking with a perplexed expression. He looked Astarion up and down.

"Like a leech looking for a neck to latch onto?" He offers with a coy smirk.

Astarion scoffs and stalks off. "Useless, all of you."

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 7 - Playtime

Lucifer x Reader

"If Asmo ever finds out I'm doing this to my hair," you commented, twirling your hair to make yourself a bun. "He's gonna get pissed."

"That is why I'm sending him a picture."

You gasped, turning around to find Lucifer laying in bed with his D. D. D. pointed at you. Your eyes widened and Lucifer's grin only got wider as a mischievous laugh escaped from his lips. 

"Luci, don't you dare!" 

"Asmo," he said as he typed away. "Look what I found your little human doing. I'm sure you've already told them how to take care of their hair, haven't you? So I left this matter at your disposal to reach a solution and- oh!"

Forgetting about your hair, you let it all down as you rushed to Lucifer. He chuckled, jumping off the bed and running away from you. 

"Come back here!" 

This was unexpected... Lucifer was rarely in a playful mode. His eyes were shining mischievously and he was smiling widely, even laughing to himself as you chased him around his room. You couldn't help but smile as well, feeling excited butterflies fluttering inside your stomach at this sudden behavior of his. 

"Lucifer!" 

"And send- ack!" 

You, surprisingly, caught him. Your arms tightened around his waist and with your momentum, you were able to push him back onto the bed. You tried to wrestle him to get his phone, but he quickly hid his D. D. D under his body. 

"What- give it to me!" 

Lucifer grinned. "Why should I? That is my phone." 

You straddled his waist and tried to hug him so you could reach back for his phone, however, he kept fighting your arms, laughing and giggling at seeing you struggling. 

"Luci!" You were a little out of breath already. "If you don't give it to me now I'll-

"You'll what?" He challenged you, showing his fangs as he smirked. 

"I'll-" Your eyes were drawn to a path of exposed milky skin. Lucifer's hips protruded from his pajama pants and your hands immediately latched to them. "I'll tickle you."

Lucifer's eyes widened, but before he could stop you, you were squeezing that terribly ticklish spot right above his hips, those little muscles that made him laugh hysterically if you got him right. 

"AHAHAHA! Lehehehet gohoho!" He cackled, throwing his head back as he weakly tried to push your hands away. 

Tickling was probably the only thing that could incapacitate Lucifer from fighting back that was why he only let himself be ticklish about a few people. You, of course, his brothers and perhaps sometimes Diavolo, just to please him. 

You giggled, feeling him kick behind you as he squirmed and tried to stop your hands. 

"I'm not gonna stop until you delete that picture," you said, your thumbs rubbing circles against those spots, making Lucifer shriek with laughter as his cheeks turned pink. 

His hips twisted, but you followed his every move easily, not letting go of him once. 

"Unhahahand mehehehe!" He said, his laughter turning more desperate the more you tickled him there. 

"I will only if you hand your phone to me," you sang, pinching his hip with one hand and making him jump with loud laughter. "Otherwise you'll die of laughter and-"

"FIHIHINE!" He cried, little tears latched to his lashes. "I'll gihihive it to yohohou!" 

You stopped and Lucifer, giggling and trying to catch his breath, arched his back a little so he could pull his D. D. D out from under him. He gave it to you and you saw Asmo's chat open, but where was the picture? 

"I dihidn't tahake anything," he said and you looked down at him. "I was joking." 

You blinked incredulously. "Ah, so you wanted to play, huh? My Lucifer here wants to be playful? Then I'll have to take care of it."

Lucifer giggled as you put his phone aside and your hands went back to his hips, tickling him all over again. His rich, deep laughter filled the room all over again. 

"How's this, hmm? Did you want me to tickle you like this so you were misbehaving?" You teased, grinning widely and feeling your cheeks heating up looking at his flushed face and smiling mouth. 

How could he be so adorably playful like this? You could tell he was having so much fun right now and your heart fluttered. 

"Hehe, someone here is very ticklish- ah, n-nohoho!" 

"Ihihit's yohohou!" He said, grabbing your waist and tickling you back. 

He soon changed your positions and now you were under him as he tickled you mercilessly, jumping from spot to spot to have you shrieking with loud laughter. 

"Cheheheateheher! Lehehehet gohoho!" 

"I will if you apologize for tickling me," he said smirking down at you. 

"I wohohon't- AHAHAHA plehehease not thehehere!" 

"Are you sure?" 

He really was having fun. Opening one of your tightly shut eyes, you could see his beautiful grin and you felt happiness rushing through him. How could you possibly stop him from acting this way when he rarely did, besides, even though you were laughing your head off, you couldn't lie and say you weren't having fun yourself!

A/N: We've got a trashy fic today huhu, wrote this in a hurry because I didn't have anything ready and I'm crying, but I hope you all enjoy it!

[xstarsdiary]

𝐑 𝐄 𝐒 𝐓 𝐑 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 𝐓 𝐒 ༄

.;. 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐝𝐚𝐲 .𝟏𝟏

| @pandoraslxna kinktober 2023 |

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pet names, teasing, threesome, p in v, oral ( r receiving ), they just be having their fun with you tbh..

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : ao’nung x neteyam x fem reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : aged up! neteyam & ao’nung, not proofread, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

Your lips curved into a smile as the teal boy beside you pressed featherlight kisses along your breasts all the way up to your jaw, the ticklish and pleasurable feeling causing you to pull at the ropes tied around your wrists and ankles, the other side of the ropes tied against the islands big trees.

The darker blue man beside you makes a “tsk” sound as you pull at the restraints, his hand slowly trailing up your inner thigh as you try your best not to squirm, failing as your hips jolt at the cold feeling of your mates fingers gently sliding between your wet folds.

He lets out a small hum as he smirks, looking up to ao’nung who is continuing his attack on your breast, sucking your nipples as he lightly pinches them between his teeth, pulling a whiny moan out of you as you smile down at him.

Your back arches as neteyam gets on the floor in between your legs, his lips pressing a kiss against your clit before he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue.

He continues to tease your cunt with soft kisses and tiny licks as your hips buck against his face, causing him to let out a small laugh, “you want this so bad huh, yawne?” He questions as you let out a soft sigh, nodding at him as you bite your lip.

Your ankles ache as your legs tug against the ropes once again, causing you to let out a wince that quickly turns into a loud moan as neteyam roughly sucks on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hands want so desperately to grab onto his hair, to pull on his smooth braids as he slurps up all of your juices, dribbling all over your cunt.

Ao’nungs lips detach from your nipple, his hand still kneeding at your other breast as he turns to face neteyam, who lifts his head up to show off your glistening slick that has covered from his nose down as he smiles, showing off his fangs before going back to devouring your pussy.

Ao’nung smirks down at you before he catches your lips in a messy kiss, your moans falling into his mouth as your brows furrow in pleasure. His tongue swipes against yours as you feel your saliva mixing, your head lifting as you feel him begin to pull away, whining as he breaks the kiss, “so pretty, so needy..” he murmurs.

You soon forget about ao’nungs lips parting from yours as neteyam sucks your clit again, one of his fingers entering you as his fangs graze against your folds, the feeling causing your back to arch as you try not to tug on the ropes which have now left red marks on your wrists and ankles.

You wish for this moment never to end, your heart practically smiling as both of your mates worship your body, giving you more pleasure than any other ever could.

Your eyes close in pure bliss as your pussy gets eaten, your mate acting if this was his final meal as his tongue glides through your folds, his single finger curling against your spongey walls, emitting more of your arousal to drip out of you.

Your brows furrow and your eyes shoot open as the pressure on your ankles is released, your mind only now noticing that your other mate is no longer beside you and is now untying the ropes before standing back up to untie the ones on your wrists.

Your eyes glisten in hope as you finally feel free, your hands moving to tug on neteyam’s dark black locks before ao’nung grabs your wrist, pulling it back as he ties your wrists together instead of to the tree.

Your legs kick as neteyam moves from between your legs, his large hands wrapping around your waist as he helps you flip over, pulling you to your knees as he presses your face to the floor, your hands pulled behind you to rest on your lower back as you let out a wince.

“Be good for us, syulang..” he mutters into your ear as you watch ao’nung walk around you, loosing sight of him as he now kneels behind you, neteyam now at your side as he whispers endearing words into your ear.

Your hips jolt and your eyes close as you feel ao’nungs tip rub your messy cunt, a soft sigh leaving your lips before he pushes into you, your hips pulling away before his hand smacks down onto your ass as a warning, causing you to let out a squeak of surprise.

“Be good.. mawey.” Neteyam whispers into your ear as you pout, letting out a breathy moan as your cunt stretches to wrap perfectly around your mates cock.

Your arms go to move again before you remember the ropes, your mouth opening as never ending moans and whimpers leave your lips, your body jolting forwards every time ao’nung thrusts into you, your ears being blessed as neteyam continues to praise you, telling you how beautiful you look in this moment as you realise how long this night is going to be..

[gutouhua]

𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

vampire!kaeya x human!f.reader

wc. 1395

tags. kaeya drinking reader's blood, penetrative sex, hickeys, slight dumbification, size difference, cervix-fucking sorta, not edited

a/n. last reader insert piece i'll post for the year! i love the reader fic community very dearly--y'all were the ones that made me want to write!--so even if i'm writing other stuff besides reader fics, know i will always be back! gonna be working on zine stuff & the next part of shrine master's bride in the new year! i hope you lovelies have a gentle christmas and peaceful rest of the year <3

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭! 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+!

There were times when Kaeya felt that he was made specifically for you. For your needs, your comfort, your pleasure. A knight at his queen’s service. 

At the farmer’s market, he’d carry everything for you even though he knew you were more than capable of doing it yourself. He’d never admit it, but it was just an excuse to be by your side. 

And as you flitted from stall to stall, he’d trail after you with heavy arms, juggling bags and parcels of food and trinkets, and admire your pretty sundress. He told himself that he followed behind to protect you, but it was mostly so that he could enjoy—ogle—the way the cotton voile clung to your ass. 

You’d always buy fresh fruit, vegetables, and meats wrapped in kraft paper. (Bloodied steaks, he’d noticed, were a particular favorite of yours.) 

But the shop you always lingered the longest at was the dessert shop. Dainty frosted cakes, golden flaky pastries, and soft cookies presented prettily in delicate containers was your ultimate weakness. The shopkeeper always had your order of sugar rush ready even before you arrived, and Kaeya was always careful to balance your desserts in expert fashion, careful not to jostle them too much. 

(The last time your baklava got crushed into a sticky, flaky mess, you refused to kiss him for an entire day which left Kaeya very distraught and aching.) 

And when you come back from a mission, your familiar scent smothered by the tang of feral vampires, Kaeya would greet you like clockwork with a kiss and a hug at the door despite his intense aversion towards the smell of ferals. 

He’d hoist you up into his arms and carry you to the bathroom before peeling your hunting clothes off and depositing you into a bath scented with your favorite rose oils. The bathwater would get most of the stink out, but Kaeya knew your muscles would ache from the hunting and that some of the stench would linger, he’d work the knots in your body and scrub at the blood that stained your scarred skin. He always started at your neck and ended with your toes and you’d always try to stop him—you were extremely ticklish—but in the end, he always had his way. 

But archons. When you were under him—

“I swear you get wetter—tighter, ah fuck—” you desperately arch up against his hips, chasing heat and friction, “—when my fangs are on your neck. Why’s that baby?” Kaeya mumbles. Sugar and sin against your beating pulse, so loud you can somehow hear it through the rough rasp of his voice and the erotic sounds of your bodies intertwining with each other. 

Kaeya is mocking, but his tone belies his own control; taut, thin strands of sweet candy floss that could snap at any moment. But your unraveling is always his goal, what’s most important to him, so he squeezes his eyes shut to push the bleeding red from his eyes and tightens his grip on your hips to anchor himself. 

“I—I don’t know—” Your answer comes out as a moan, half-delirious from the steady pressure building between the juncture of your thighs, and you buck against him again before digging your heels into his lower back to keep him inside you. 

But Kaeya simply ignores you with a lazy smile, instead mimicking the drag of his hard length inside you with blunted fangs against the column of his throat. The dull pain slides across your sensitized skin, a numbing, delicious promise. 

“P-Please I, I need, ah,” you whimper brokenly, trying to fight your mind for words when Kaeya presses a perfectly timed callused palm to your stomach. And suddenly it feels like he’s filling you everywhere, consuming all the empty spaces in your body. 

“You need what, darling? You’re a smart girl so use your words,” he chides, dragging each thrust out—slow and honey amidst the haze of your pleasure. “You know I’ll give you whatever you ask for. Command me as you see fit.” 

“It’s easy for you to say when you—” 

A sharp thrust, full. His tip kisses your cervix and the stretch almost hurts, making you scramble for a fistful of his hair to steady yourself. Keeping his pace steady, he returns to nibble your neck, fangs teasing and nipping the hollow of your neck. Even when you whine against him, raking your nails down his back, Kaeya doesn’t stop until he feels he’s lavished enough attention on your neck. He licks the blooming purple rose on your neck and draws back to admire his handiwork. 

Kaeya hums. “Is that what you need, baby?”

The vibrations travel straight to your core, and you shake your head and whine. Kaeya grins. He knows that’s not what you meant, but seeing you beg and fall apart is so much better than just giving it straight to you.

He liked the chase almost as much as he liked watching you lose your mind. 

“Y-You know that’s not it. That’s not what I want,” you cry while squirming, trying to seek sweet, hard relief.

“Then tell me, baby.” 

Your muscles tighten with each quick thrust, the heavy drag of his cock like a key twisting your insides tighter and tighter. “I want you to-to—ah, fuck, baby not—”

“Words, baby,” he whispers hotly. Fire and brimstone. 

"I-I can’t,” you sob shakily, tears welling in your eyes. 

Kaeya flips you over and pulls your hair lightly, creating a delicious burn on your scalp. You dig your hands into the sheets, crinkling the silk as you blink wet eyes in an attempt to focus your thoughts. 

“Poor baby,” he coos, not at all sorry if the way he thrusted into your cunt was any indication of his intentions. “Too dumb to speak, are you? Can’t use your big girl words?” 

“Want you, mmf, want your, ah, fangs, please—” 

“Ah, my love.” Kaeya slips two fingers into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. Warm saliva drips down his cold fingers. “I’ve got you now,” he murmured, voice low against the shell of your ear. “You want me to drink your blood, baby?”

You turn, nodding as much as you could given the position.

“Then I need you to cum.” Kaeya pulled out, and you whimpered at the loss, a cry of frustration bubbling in your throat. 

“But I want it now. I don’t care if it hurts,” you whine, eyes glassy with need. 

“I need you to cum so it hurts less though, baby. You know that’s how we always do it.” Kaeya adjusts himself and lines the tip up with your pussy, moving his cock up and down to spread your slick and tease your clit. “So will you be a good girl for me and cum so I can reward you?” 

You nod. You’re so close to the edge that you know you’ll cum the moment he sinks into you again. 

He kisses you. Full-bodied, tongue circling yours, and pulls back when he smells the frustration—arousal—increase. He steadies himself against your cunt before pushing inside without warning in one fluid motion, and remembers that he still has to stay sane enough to give you what you want. (But it’s hard to think when his balls are pressed tight against your ass, and your insides feel tighter than they did before.) Kaeya drags his heavy length out, leaving just the tip inside your wet heat, before achingly pushing back in. 

Close, close—

“Almost there?” he murmurs, voice soft against his hardness. He grinds down on you and sinks deep while pinching your clit hard, watching as you fall apart under him, mouth open, throat straining, vein thickening—long, smooth and—

Sharp fangs sink into your beating pulse. Blinding pleasure streaks through you before syrupy pleasure spills into your veins. Kaeya sees red and struggles to keep himself steady against your soft body and wet heat. 

You seemed to have a habit of doing that to him. Making him crazy, wild, ache for you. With each heavy draw of blood, he relishes the sweet taste, hoping that each additional drop would quench his thirst, but it never does. His mind grows fuzzy, fangs throbbing with each drag.

He might never have enough of you. Never be satisfied. 

Kaeya groans.

You’d be his downfall.

[bonanzabox]

Hunted Heart

(Fae! Wanda x reader)

Tag warnings: CNC elements, dubious content

Word count: 2102

Running. Panting. Every other moment, one look back. This was what you knew in these moments, moments before you certainly would meet your demise to the beast chasing you. Father had always told you never to cross the boarders of the Fae woods but you just wanted *one* little peek. But you had been too foolish and wandered too far, and something had seen you. And was now running closer and closer to hunt you down.

You hike your skirts up further, determined to make yourself run fast enough to take flight; but half a second later you crash, running into the very thing you were being chased by. A woman, taller than you by several inches, a catlike grin upon her face, pointed ears and huge, batlike wings spreading from her back. You back up instinctively but before you can run again, she’s tackled you to the ground, pinned to the forest floor like a pig for slaughter. “Caught you, little lamb.”

“L-let me go!” You can do nothing but struggle against the might of the woman. You’ve heard of the might of the Fae that wander these woods, powerful as gods, beautiful and terrifying as the sun.

“And let my next meal go? I don’t think so, little one.” With one flip you’re facing upward, back on the forest floor and arms pinned above your head. You feel suddenly very exposed, vulnerable even as the red headed woman looks you over like a cat with a bowl of milk. The Fae woman strokes your cheek, one long nail scraping over your lip as she stares at you. A whimper of fear escapes your lips, but the woman doesn’t look at you with malice as much as it is…a hunger you can’t place. “Poor little thing, all lost in the Fae woods. Such sweet innocence to think she might be spared…not by Wanda, no, I think not.”

“Please…” you weren’t even sure what you wanted to beg for first, to be spared or to be freed. But Wanda simply smirked. It then quite suddenly occurred to you that your skirts were *far* higher than you realized, and that Wanda’s other hand was lazily playing with the hem of your underskirt. “What-“

“Shh.” A phantom finger was placed on your lips; Wanda’s hand had not moved from under your stomach. “We’re going to play a little game, you and I. You win, and you walk away unscathed. I win, and you belong to me.”

There isn’t a way in the seven Hells you can say no to the creature in front of you. “What…kind of game.” Less of a question and more of a statement, though by no means any assertive one. You couldn’t deny the beauty of the Fae in front of you, and the growing fear in the pit of your belly you suspected to be less fear and more arousal by the second. But you couldn’t be, not when your safety was on the line.

“It’s very simple. All you have to do is say one tiny little phrase. I submit.”

Before you can even say yes or no, your underclothes have been torn off and your legs wrenched apart. Swirls of black magic, ticklish as a cat’s fur creep up your legs. Any thoughts of compliance vanished. You struggle against Wanda, fruitless as it is to do so. “What are you doing?! Let me go!”

“And here I thought you were going to be a cooperative little whore.” Wanda’s one powerful hand was still keeping your hands above your head, but her other was now tearing through your bodice, skin unharmed but your breasts were now exposed to the chilled autumnal air. Even you can feel the pebbling of your nipples as that curved fingernail scrapes over them. “Don’t you know what happens to girls who cross into my territory. They get treated as the thoughtless sluts they are.”

“Please don’t…” Tears prick your eyes but it seems to matter little to the woman who lowers her fanged mouth to your neck and sucks a deep red mark there, as if claiming you for her own. The shadowed tendrils have reached halfway up your thighs now. Yet as terrified as you are, you can *feel* the wetness growing between your legs. In the deepest part of your soul, you want those shadows to climb higher, to claim you as their own.

Before you can process the depravity that just ran through your mind, more tendrils drift up and hold your hands in place. Wanda’s mouth has gone from biting marks on your neck to your collarbone, to the top of your chest and very quickly onto your breasts, licking gently but still sucking those deep red marks wherever she can. A moan escapes your mouth and your hips involuntarily buck forwards. But the shadows hold you firmly in place as those accursed fangs scrape your nipple, only making your moans louder and whinier.

“Such a needy little thing I’ve captured here.” Wanda purrs the sentence between markings, still never going *right* where you need her. “This could all be over if you just say those two little words, dear.”

“Never.” You hiss. Your composure is hair-thin at this point, but you cannot, *will* not break to this creature. But one lick on your hardened nipple and that hair threatens to snap. Wanda’s tongue may as well have been a bolt of lightning with the way it wracks your body with pleasure. Her mouth latches on and sucks as if it were her last dying breath, and you could swear your moans echo the air of the woods around you. Her unoccupied hand now rolls your other nipple between her fingers, pinching every so often. You swear the coil in your lower stomach grow tighter the harder she plays with you. “Ff-fuck…”

“That’s a dirty word, little lamb.” Wanda’s mental voice is almost more honeyed than her real one; that didn’t make it any harder to ignore the truth of her statement. You couldn’t be enjoying this, yet the drip down your thighs absolutely suggests otherwise. Your struggles against her have turned more into thrusts up against her thigh, a thigh that has conveniently shifted between your legs for you to rut on as if you were a bitch in heat. It only intensifies the arousal you feel; the urge to fight and run is ever present, though it is swiftly being drowned out by the growing need for release. But the last bit of stubbornness is still stuck like something between your teeth. You want to scream, cry, do anything but feel as turned on and usable as you currently do.

As if sensing your mental retaliation that still lingers, the shadows force your legs apart. Cool air hits your cunt like a smack to your face and you groan at the sensation. Wanda’s mouth leaves your chest and she settles on the soft forest floor, sitting almost like a maiden picking flowers. She peppers tiny kisses all over your thighs in an almost loving manner. Yet, she still holds your hips down (as if you were able to run away at any point now). The beating in your heart has turned into a drumming so loud it could echo across the forest. Your arms were now free, yet the only place you want them is tangled in her soft red hair. Any previous lovers you had taken were never inclined to pleasure you this way and it had never bothered you much; but now the only thing on your mind is Wanda’s mouth in that very special place you only touched between the sheets. The “please” that you were thinking almost left your mouth, but you bit it back just in time. You wouldn’t break now, not after all the effort you put into standing strong all this time.

“Oh, but you have very loud thoughts sweetheart, I could swear I almost heard you start begging me…” Wanda murmurs from between your legs. One finger is lazily drawing circles up your thigh while her kisses draw closer and closer to the need gathering in your cunt. “Two little words and you’ll get what it is you’re craving most.” Her words ghost over your core and make you shudder; if her muscles arms weren’t holding your hips in place you’d kick your legs in frustration. But your composure cracks just enough for the whiniest “please…” to ever cross your lips.

Wanda smiles, an almost catlike grin, and murmurs, “What a good whore…” as one long lithe finger slides into your core. Your hips buck and a pitiful wail crawls from your lips. The Fae’s finger crooks in a motion that makes your cunt drool and your cries become whimpers as you fight the finish that’s slowly creeping closer. A second finger joins the first and before you can put it together, Wanda’s fingers are pumping in and out, playing with a spot so deep and secret it threatens to break you apart. Your release is so close…and then all movement stops and Wanda is retracting her fingers and licking them clean. “Oh poor lamb, you didn’t give me what I wanted so you can’t have what you so desperately need. I told you, those were the rules.” The pout and whine you make in retaliation must have been quite impressive as Wanda laughs, a clear and sweet sound amid the quiet of the forest. “Oh dear, what a pickle you’re in. I could smell how close you got to tipping over the edge, how much you *needed* it. But you’re still too in your head…just let go. Two little words, remember? Just two little words.”

The trigger snaps. The tension between your legs, the fog in your head, it all becomes too much. Tears you didn’t even realise were gathering in your eyes trickle down your cheeks as you finally let loose the breath you were holding. “I-I submit. Please finish me, please…” Wanda doesn’t hesitate a second longer; her fingers are instantly deep inside you again, while kisses are planted up your thighs.

“Good pet, doing as she’s told…” Wanda’s voice echos in your mind, as her mouth moves closer and closer up your leg until her mouth hovers just over your cunt. You can feel her ragged breathing ghost over you like a breeze on a hot day; you thrust your hips up to get the touch you so desperately crave. Wanda gives another feral grin and slowly wraps her mouth around her prize. The first lick nearly finishes you, her tongue so gentle yet demanding on your clit. Wanda works in earnest now, alternating sucking and licking and thrusting her fingers deep inside you.

It’s too much, and your release is approaching even faster than before. “Ah-ah, Wanda…”

“Yes, lamb…something you’re after?” The mental voice wraps over your brain like liquid gold, even as her mouth is busy flicking and sucking the bud between your legs.

“I need it, please!”

“Need what, dear?” You can feel yourself tipping ever so close to the edge, almost there, but something is keeping you from getting what you so desperately need. The pants and moans, the grabs into that scarlet hair, even the thrusts against her mouth, none of it conveys what you crave. You know Wanda is holding you on the edge like a dog on a leash, and there’s only one thing you can say to break the chain.

“I submit, I’m yours, please Wanda…let me finish, please…”

It’s like a dam breaking; the release is a tidal wave, pleasure washing over you as you tip over that edge. Wanda rides the wave with you, savouring every drop of your release on her tongue while fingers and tongue milk every scrap of pleasure she can get at. Your screams could have woken titans or rattled the very trees of the forest.

It feels like hours when you finally come down from your pleasure high. But when you do collect yourself and your bearings, you find yourself…alone. Disheveled and fucked senseless, but alone. As you pick yourself up and try to make your skirts and bodice tidy, something catches your eye. On your wrist, plain as day and as black as night, is a mark, shaped almost like a crown. Little swirls of shadow creep from it, up and around your wrist to your fingers. Suddenly that honeyed voice is in your head again, whispering, “Remember pet, you submitted…you’re mine now. And you’ve got a debt to repay.”

[littleoanh]

Being in a relationship with August Ruthven

Characters: August Ruthven x Human!Reader

Warnings: Split between SFW and NSFW, established relationship, mentions of eliminating (not towards reader) and being called 'blood bag' and 'food supply'.

A/N: @mekiza and I collaborated our ideas what it's like being with beautiful Lord Ruthven ♡. Thank you so much for indulging this with me, my love! Divider is made by @benkeibear.

SFW

August Ruthven is quite the perfect gentleman, he will treat you like royalty because you deserve nothing but the best. He enjoys spoiling you with food, clothes, bags, etc. Anything you want, you got it. Though he will tone it down if it gets too overwhelming for you.

You are the only person in the world that does not need to call him ‘Lord Ruthven’. You have special privileges to call him ‘August’. If anyone else calls him ‘August’, he will correct them with a dangerous glint in his eye that it’s ‘Lord Ruthven’ to them. 

He enjoys intimacy (not in a sensual way), he likes being so close to you. Holding your hand, placing his hand on your waist, sitting on his lap, or cuddling. He is the big spoon, but he secretly loves it when you cuddle him from behind. 

Leaves an imprint (a mark) on your neck to show you are his. If anyone dares sink their fangs on you, he will personally consider this as treason and have them be eliminated. 

He is a big and well built man, standing next to you makes him feel powerful and able to protect you from any harm. Also, he finds your height adorable because of how small you are compared to him (sorry if you happen to be taller than him).

 August loves listening to your heart beat at night, it brings him comfort and feel at peace. He can’t explain it, but he needs to have his hand on your heart. He may be a powerful and influential vampire, but you are his safe haven. 

This man DOES NOT get jealous easily, so good luck on trying to make him jealous. He is confident, put together, and financially stable. In fact, he finds it amusing to see other people trying to win your attention. There is no one better than him, therefore he knows what he is worth. 

He is usually a calm man BUT he will get triggered when someone dares call you his ‘blood bag’ or ‘food supply’. His eye color will change and the ground is shaking from his anger (don’t worry you are safe by him).

NSFW

Stating the obvious but it needs to be said … he has a big dick and a wide girth. The first time you see this, your jaw drops or maybe you’re drooling (take your pick). He finds it adorable when you are struggling to take him all in. But he will make sure to prep you, after all you are his precious human. He will not cause you any discomfort.

Has the biggest degradation kink. Grabbing your hair, talking down on you in bed and calling you by degrading names. What comes with his degradation kink is also praise. Calling you a good girl/boy when you follow his orders.

As I said before, August is a big man therefore he has a size kink. No matter what size you are, he can easily carry you without any struggle. He enjoys fucking while standing because of the faces you make when you are taking him so deep. 

August is a dom, you cannot make this man be submissive. If you try to, he can easily turn the table around. So there’s no point in trying. He enjoys being in control, taking the lead and showing his dominance.  

He loves leaving marks on your thighs, regardless if you’re ticklish he is strong enough to keep you in place. The more you squirm, the more aggressive his bites are. He will train you to get used to his kisses and bites on your thighs, this is his favorite body part.

His fingers are long and thick, he enjoys stuffing them in your holes. He finds it fascinating to see all the faces you make just by his fingers. It’s not even his cock and you are going crazy over them. After he’s done fingering you, he will lick his fingers to watch your expression changing into embarrassment. Again, he finds this adorable. 

Cockwarming. Sometimes duty calls where he can’t take time off and needs to handle proposals and paperwork. Having you on his lap, hearing your moans, whimpering or whining and watching you squirming on his big cock will make his work more tolerable.

Not interested in quickies, he prefers taking his time and having an emotional bond with you. He can take his time, pull several earth shattering orgasms out of you, and fill his load up over and over again.  

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Bliss (Jake Sully x Gender Neutral Human Reader)

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I know why you're here & I hope you have a great time lol A little bit of fun with Avatar Jake and some fluff at the end because I need it. I tried my best to write for a gender neutral reader, but let me know if you have any suggestions. Thanks for reading! :) Featuring: whiny Jake, soft Jake, dominant Jake. Minors, this is not for youuuu. Please DNI.

You finished handcuffing Jake to the  four corners of the bed, reeling back as he snarled. “Oh, wow I’m terrified,” you said with a scoff. He rested back against the pillows and shrugged as well as he could.

“You should be,” he said with a flash of fang. 

He pulled against his restraints and grumbled, poking his lip out. You rolled your eyes and lifted an eyebrow at him. “Are you done yet, Jake?”

“Never,” he growled.

With a smirk, you moved to straddle him. You grasped his neck in your hands, rubbing under his jaw with your thumbs. He purred and nuzzled your palm with his nose. Immediately, you pulled your hands away. He tried to jerk loose and let out a frustrated huff when he couldn’t.

“I said you don’t get to touch me. I don’t like when people don’t listen to me, Jake Sully.”

He flattened his ears and leaned back into the pillows. You moved forward again, rubbing his chest with your fingers and massaging his shoulders and into the back of his neck. His queue had been pulled over his shoulder before cuffing him down and you used his relaxed state to grab it near the nape of his neck. His eyes flew open and he bared his teeth. 

“Jake. Behave.”

He flopped back dramatically, eyes looking anywhere but you. You leaned down to nip at his ears, down his neck and to his chest. You danced your fingers along his skin and circled his nipples, feeling his body tremble under yours. He let out a whine and looked at you, pleadingly. His hips jerked under your body and you rose up, not allowing him to get friction. He grumbled again and tried to lay still. You settled your body back down on his and he sighed, a smile flitting over his face.

“You look very happy for someone who isn’t getting what he wants,” you murmured along his skin. 

“But I will,” he answered with an unbothered smile on his face. 

You moved lower and reached for his loincloth. He inhaled sharply and you grinned at him. You moved your hands back up, lightly moving across his torso. Your finger traced across his lower stomach right above the cloth. His hips bucked as he fought a giggle, and he tried to shoot you an angry look knowing how ticklish he is right there.

With a grin, you kissed his chest, circling your tongue around his nipple, reveling in his soft moans.

You kissed down his chest, and licked lightly on his lower stomach. You glanced up, seeing his fingers twitching, aching to grab your hips and have his way. He strained again, huffing. 

“Jake, this is only the beginning. Relax.”

He could barely speak, you could tell he was fighting the urge to curse you and plead for what he really wanted. That was exactly what you wanted him to do. He always looked best when he begged. His hair sticking to his forehead, sweat beading on his chest, completely weak for you. 

He whined again, so you offered some relief, palming him through his loin cloth. He bucked, moaning your name softly and rocking against your hand. You slowly let off and his head thumped back on the pillow, groaning. 

Laughing in delight, you untied his loincloth on either side, reaching underneath him to loosen his tail wrap and slide it off. Your hand wrapped around the base of his tail, stroking it as you tugged the leather off. Next came the loincloth, his hard cock springing up to his stomach, leaking slowly. Your eyes widened. You would never get used to how big he was in this form and he knew it by the smug look on his face.

You got off of him for a moment, reaching for the lube on the nightstand. You squeezed a bit on your fingers and rubbed it between them, warming it up. He groaned at the sight, his cock twitching and eyelids fluttering. You sat between his long legs and reached forward to grip him, sliding one hand up and down slowly. He was gritting his teeth, his fists tightening and toes curled. His chest heaved, nostrils flaring. His brow furrowed together. As much as you loved to tease, you did feel a bit badly for him, so you pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead and his eyes opened, softening, ears twitching toward you in attentiveness.

You returned to squeezing him gently, moving your hand up and down, brushing your thumb over the tip. He inhaled sharply, a wheeze coming from his lungs. You leaned over him while you continued, propping yourself up with one hand and moving to kiss behind his ears. He turned his head sharply and nipped at your neck, but you pulled back quickly. You felt his cock throb in your hand, getting closer and closer to finishing. You moved back down and hovered over him, rubbing his tip on your opening. At this contact, he whimpered. 

“Please. Please. You have to- I need you- please I need you.”

Fighting a small smile, you slid down on his lubed-up cock and the tip went inside just barely. You grunted, whining, trying to fight the initial stretch that came from his new size. His hips barely lifted and you locked eyes with him. He was suddenly gentle, loving. “Relax. It’s alright. You can do it. Take it. I’m yours.”

With a quick slide, the rest of his length slid inside and you groaned together. You rested for a moment, quivering, clenching around him. You started circling your hips on top of him, then rising and falling so slowly. His eyes roll back and he growls in frustration. 

“Let me go. Unlock these cuffs right now.” You opened your mouth to reply but he cut you off. “Right. Now. You know I’ll take care of you so well, just let me do it. Please, please, PLEASE.” 

With a sigh and a half-hearted grumble, you gently moved off of him, taking care of his feet first and then his hands. Once he was free, he scooped you up against his chest, tenderly brushing your cheek with his thumb. A single kiss on the forehead followed by, “You were doing so well, but I want to take care of you.”

He gently sets you down on the bed, following you as you move up to the pillows. His body comes down to rest on yours, caging you in with his arms. He inhales deeply, smelling your scent and nuzzling your neck, licking you quickly. You yelped and he chuckled lowly, sucking on your earlobe. He adjusted a bit to the height difference and took his cock in hand, teasingly rubbing it on your opening. He looked to you for confirmation and with a nod, he gently pushed inside. He slid in easier this time. Once he was fully in, his head came down, pressing his forehead to yours. “There you go.  You took me so well.”

With a grin, he rolls his hips into yours, sending a tremor through you both. He leans in, trying to get even deeper, throwing his head back and breathing hard, his fangs showing in the dim light. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, gripping your hips, pressing his thumbs into your skin. He looks down, entranced by the sheen of sweat covering your body and how blissed out you look. Your head is turned to the side with a sweet smile, closed eyes, just feeling him everywhere.

“Look at me. Please.”

Your eyes open and you see his ears back, eyes worried. You reach up to caress his cheek and he leans into your hand, purring like before. He rocks deeply into you, causing you to whine his name. “There it is, baby. You’ve got this. You’re doing so well. Taking me so deeply. Fuck. I love you so much.”

His eyes close and he grips a thigh with one hand braces himself with the other hand beside your face. He leans down, his eyes warm and kisses you softly. He presses down harder, pushing your knees into your chest, begging you to take him even deeper. He reaches in between you to stroke you with the rhythm of his hips. You tremble all over, unable to stop. He nudges your nose with his. 

“Look at me, darlin’. Take me. Take me. Nnngh there..right there.”

“Jake, don’t stop,” you plead.

“I won’t, love. I’ve got you.”

With his sweet words and constant tempo, you submitted and came together, him growling, digging his hands into your sweat-slicked skin. He rocks you slowly for another minute before gently pulling out, you immediately whimpering from the loss of him. He smiles and smooths your hair back, kissing your cheeks and your nose and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He got up and came back a second later to clean you up gently and then he curled up around you, his arm underneath your head and the other wrapped tightly around you. 

“Y/N I love you so damn much.”

In your blissful state, you couldn’t speak for a minute. By the time you opened your mouth, you heard soft snores coming from behind you. Laughing quietly, you curled up closer to him, drifting asleep.