#Howdy (seductively)

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𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐄 | 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐭.𝟐

the aftermath of your mindblowingly hot sex with the goddess of lust, natasha romanoff. as it turns out, no one escapes the consequences of their actions.

pairing: goddess!natasha x dom!fem!reader (G!P)

note: once again, howdy, folks! this is the even longer-awaited part 2 to the goddess!nat fic! i am terribly sorry for the wait, hopefully this long chapter will satisfy your needs :)

word count: 3.0k

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Previously...

You, a regular law-abiding citizen, saved the gods by accident. The Goddess of Lust, Natasha, granted you one wish as a repayment. You could've had just about anything, but turns out all you need is right in front of you.

Spoiler: It ends up in mindblowingly hot sex with a certain Goddess.

Now, two months later...

"Baby…" Nataha sighs, her eyelids fluttering close as you move under her sheets. 

Or, more specifically, as your tongue moves in her cunt.

There's just something about giving the Goddess of Lust the best head of a lifetime that does it for you. Maybe it's her stupidly sexy moans, or the way she twisted her delicate hands into your hair, or maybe just how sweet she tasted.

Or, maybe, it's the knowledge that you're the only one who can ever make her feel like this.

"Please, oh, fuck," Natasha whines, as you move your tongue in tight little circles against her sweet spot. Not quick enough to make her cum, slow enough to make her feel.

"Oh," she whimpers, hearing the lewd sounds of you eating out her soaked pussy on a Saturday morning. You shift under the blankets, breathing hard as it gets warm.

Worshiping the Goddess as you rightfully should was perhaps your favourite pastime, driving her wild with your fingers and your tongue and your cock.

Which is exactly what you felt throbbing in your pants when a hushed whimper of 'Daddy' falls from Natasha's sweet mouth. Your head spins at the title, just like the first time she had ever called you that.

It was half by accident, really.

On a private rented beach in Malibu, with miles and miles of space and no one else, there you laid under the shade of a palm tree, thrusting into the Goddess with a youthful vigor.

"Oh, you feel so good," Natasha cries, scratching her long nails down your bare back. She shakes with each of your thrusts, melting into your touch like your forgotten ice cream in the Malibu sun.

"Do I?" You tease dangerously, both of your orgasms dangling close to occurrence. "Mhm- Oh, yeah," Natasha responds with a lewd moan, moving her hand down to play with her clit.

That's all the extra simulation the Goddess needs before she's tumbling over the edge, clutching onto you as pound into her cunt.

"Oh, I- Oh, please, daddy!" Natasha shrieks when you harshly pinch her nipple with your free hand. It does wonders for her pleasure.

But as soon as those words fall from the Goddess' lips, she retracts like she's been scorned. You halt your movements.

"Did you just call me daddy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow, as Natasha looks away flusteredly.

"...No."

"Darling."

"No! I mean, well yes, but I didn't mean to!" She tries to move under your grasp, her cheeks turning an incarnadine pink.

You take her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, and use the other to still her moving hips. The Goddess pouts at you, but you know better than to give in.

"Has the Goddess of Lust never called anyone 'daddy'?" You ask seriously, trying to make sense of her seemingly unorthodox shame.

"It's complicated." Natasha states, squirmimg under your inspective look. She trails her hands down to your cock again, but you deny her of that pleasure. "We're not done here, sweetheart."

"Fine," Natasha grumbles. "That's the first time I've ever called it out, like, in the heat of the moment. I'm always the one doing the seduction and the flirting, so I call my partner that if I think they'd be into it. It's never been… spontaneous, I guess."

"Oh," you say softly, tracing her rib with a ginger finger. "I think I quite like it."

"You do?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, daddy."

"Shut up, sweetheart."

"Make me."

What pulls you out of that blissful reverie is Natasha's whine. You're not in Malibu anymore, you're under Natasha's sheets. 

Even then, you've never felt more fulfilled with this glorious woman by your side.

"Why'd you stop?" Natasha asks, pulling the blanket away so she can see you.

You shake your head, pressing a kiss onto her inner thigh. "Thinking."

"About?"

"You."

"Oh," the Goddess replies, evidently flustered. 

"What were you thinking of?" she then says, flirtatiously. She adds on the charm of batted eyelashes, prepared for whatever you might do to her body.

What Natasha wasn't prepared for, however, was the tenderness in which you regarded her with, a serene smile and a warm glow on your face.

"What is it?" Natasha says, laughing awkwardly as you litter kisses all over her stomach. You're glowing, sickly-sweet and dumbstruck.

"I love you," you whisper. "I love you, Natasha Romanoff. I love you not because you are the Goddess of Lust but because you have the most brilliant heart I've ever had the chance to feel. I love you for everything that you are, everything that you're not. I love you for your bed hair, and your goofy jokes, and your brilliant green eyes I could melt into a thousand times. I love you boundlessly, across the worlds that divide us. And you don't have to say it back, but just know-"

You take in a deep breath, not realizing that you've spoken so much with quavering breaths like you'd die if you didn't profess your love. Like you'd die if you didn't bare your heart to Natasha. You gulp for air, stroke her face. "Just know I love you. So much. So, so, so much."

Oh.

There's silence, afterwards, like the world has stumbled on its axis and the stars have collided. 

Natasha looks at you with an indescribable feeling, like her heart wants to burst out of their seams. It's only when you gently stroke her face that Natasha realizes there are tears on her face. 

Why's she crying? Why do you cradle her in your arms with such a ginger tenderness? What did she ever do to deserve this kind of love?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it," you mumble, almost ashamed. You press another kiss on her bare stomach as an apology. "I'm-"

"No, I- Fuck, I love you too." The Goddess voices hoarsely, her shaky tone a far cry from what should be expected of a regal Goddess. "I love you too," she says again, with more confidence, almost as if it would make the words even truer.

That stupid smile is back on your face again, even wider than before. Your cheeks hurt and Natasha's heart melts. 

"You love me?" you ask earnestly, and there's such an innocence and genuineness to your question that Natasha almost cries again.

The impact of 'I love you' sinks in. Natasha feels.

She's never felt like this before. She's never loved like this before.

Finally, in the sacred silence, Natasha whispers. Scared to ruin the moment. Scared to tarnish what could be.

"To every universe and back," the Goddess answers, and your world starts orbiting again.

—

Ever since that fateful day of your love confession, the two of you were inseparable. You would look at Natasha with such wonder in your eyes, wonder what you ever did to deserve this, but the Goddess would look at you the same way, and you knew everything would be fine.

She would take you to any universe you liked, across any dimension. From earth-bound lands to intergalactic islands to space. It was as vast as her love for you.

But, you were riding that high with no heed for the consequences of your actions. 

You were foolish enough to stay with Natasha, dumb enough to drown out the warning signs, blindsided by the prospect of loving a Goddess.

You should've known, from the start, that you and Natasha were a race against time.

You should've known that it would end up in flames for you.

You should've known better.

—

Since the very day she was born the Goddess of Lust, Natasha had her life laid in front of her.

To exploit that thrall she was given, to seduce men and the occasional woman, to live above and beyond because she was a Goddess.

That had been her life for over decades, sitting comfortably at the top of the chain on a gold throne; Toying with hearts like it was a daytime hobby, then shattering them like glass. 

She slept around for the hell of it, just because she could. Just because she was the Goddess of Lust.

Then came along a stupidly charming attorney with a coffee stain on her suit and the most unusual request.

Just like that, her world stopped revolving around what she was supposed to do, and it started orbiting around you.

And, you, were definitely not what Natasha was supposed to do.

Despite how incredible you were in bed. Despite the plethora of orgasms you had brought her to. Despite how she felt her walls to her heart tumbling down around you.

When the two of you shared that passionate confession of love in bed on that fateful Saturday morning, the Goddess knew she was done for.

Which is exactly why she's currently under the scrutiny of Supreme Headquarters: Intervention of Extraterrestrial Liabilities Directorate, aka SHIELD, aka she's completely and utterly fucked.

SHIELD was essentially the Gods and Goddeses' version of a monarchy, that was infamous for its cruel ruling and cutthroat decisions.

"You're a smart girl, Natasha, and never would I have expected something so childishly foolish to fall from your lips."

The Goddess stood in defiance. Despite all her power and her status, she seemed so small in the wide hall, paling in comparison to the mighty Gods that surrounded her.

That previous statement had been made by none other than Wanda, the Goddess of Magic. The woman was a stature of power and composure in her throne, hand poised under her chin like it was a medieval painting.

"I'm not a girl," Natasha snapped at the Goddess, fire behind her eyes. "And I'm very capable of making my own decisions, despite how foolish they may seem in your condescending point of view."

The Goddess of Magic was irritatingly unfazed by Natasha's outburst, flicking that poised hand and in a dismissive wave. God, Natasha wanted to crush that stupid hand.

"Steve, talk some sense into her. I can't bear to hear any more of her senseless arguments." Wanda said offhandedly, looking over to the God of Justice for support.

Natasha wants to retort that she isn't just spewing senseless arguments, but a warning look from the God of Justice shut her up. Of everyone in SHIELD, he was the most likely to give her a fair hearing. Hence his name.

"Natasha, we're not saying that you're incapable of making your own decisions." The blonde man reassures, pressing his hands together in contemplation. Natasha breathes harder than she should be doing.

"We're saying that what you're doing isn't the best," Steve continues, and Natasha is grateful that the eyes are not on her anymore. The God of Justice had a presence that simply demanded respect, an impeccable aura that no one would dare deflect.

"Sleeping with someone not godly is one thing, but entering a romantic relationship with a mortal, a human being, is simply…"

"Unacceptable."

Natasha intakes a short gush of air harshly at the interruption. It's Thor, God of Thunder. For a God who had lived centuries, he was painfully traditional. Narrow-minded, even.

Thor's loud, booming voice carried throughout the hall, from his electric-blue throne at the far corner. Mjolnir, his trusty hammer, was held in his big hands with a firm grasp. Natasha forced herself not to feel threatened.

Thor continued, firm and hard and oh so unforgiving. "Do you want to end up like my brother, Goddess Natasha?" 

At that, the entire hall was silenced. The only thing Natasha could hear was her own sporadic breathing.

Everyone, undoubtedly, knew the story of Thor's brother.

Loki, the God of Mischief. The fallen angel, some said. The devil's incarnate, others whispered.

He had used his power for wrong, abused his status to commit the darkest things imaginable. It wasn't before he was banished from the land of Gods, never to be seen again.

Some say he's still clawing his way out of hell. Some say he's destined for a lifetime of hurt.

"Don't you fucking dare compare me to him, Thor," Natasha growls, and the larger blonde man even seems taken aback by the ferocity behind Natasha's words.

"I- I think what Thor is trying to say," Bruce frantically cuts in, in an attempt to mediate the situation. 

The God of Science was a bespectacled man with quirky mannerisms, ever the peacemaker. Logic, to him, was most important of all.

"Is that you, Nat, are a Goddess," Bruce continues. "An all-powerful being that transcends the laws of space and time. You have been blessed with such power, such strength, unfathomable to lesser beings. And Y/N L/N, this earth-bound creature who lives and breathes on the very ground we carved, couldn't possibly be who you want to run off with. I mean, we- you, you're so much more than that."

"You're going to love her, Nat? Give her your heart? You, an immortal being? She's going to die some day, inevitably, and then what will be left of you? A broken, desolate mess, grieving for the rest of eternity?"

Natasha swallows harshly. She wanted to despise Bruce, hate his reasonings and refute his logic – but she couldn't, could she? He was right. Bruce was right.

But there was a part in her heart that screamed, yelled, kicked - she couldn't give you up, now. Not when she'd finally found what she's been searching for. Not when she can feel again.

Not when she's found the love of her goddamned life.

"I'm on Nat's side," Tony says, mouth full of a pink-frosted donut, slicing through the tensed silence. He spews crumbs as he talks, but Natasha doesn't think she's ever been more grateful for the man. 

Tony was the God of Heroes. Brilliant but brash, proud yet arrogant, charismatic and eccentric. He was a God no one could explain in few words, and for that Natasha was immensely grateful he understood.

"True love cannot be broken," Tony says, folding his arms. "It transcends all else, goes beyond our social status and our physical capabilities and who we are as individuals. If Nat has truly found it, then who are we to judge? It shouldn't be criticized, it should be celebrated!"

Natasha locks eyes with Tony, in silent thanks. The two of them may butt heads at times due to their self-righteous natures, but in the end they were always there for each other.

However, the rest of the Gods didn't seem to quite agree. There was quiet murmuring amongst themselves until Steve began speaking again.

"Let's settle this with a vote. If majority wins, Natasha will be able to continue her pursuit of a romantic relationship with the human and mortal Y/N L/N. If not, Natasha will be forced to cut off all ties with said mortal and they are to never see each other again."

The Goddess of Lust felt her heart clench. Of course Steve would choose the fairest way to determine Natasha’s fate. Of course this would result in a losing battle for her, based on the prior reactions. 

“All those in favour of the disallowance of Natasha Romanoff’s and Y/N L/N’s romantic, physical or any other relations, please raise your hand.” 

Thoughts of you swam in Natasha’s mind, of you smiling while kissing her hand, stroking her hair while she fell asleep, trailing kisses up her spine on sinful nights.

Thor’s hand went up first. 

“I love you boundlessly, across the worlds that divide us.” That was what you had said that Saturday morning, with a serene smile, so gentle it caressed Natasha’s heart. She remembers the warm glow of the sun, the temptations of paradise, the falsehood of the promised land.

Wanda follows suit.

How could Natasha have let it all succumb to this? Why had she let herself grow so soft and malleable around you? The walls around her heart she had spent so long constructing was so easily taken down by you. You, who wormed your way in and made a nest in the center of her universe.

The next hand that goes up is Bruce’s, albeit with an uneasy look from the man, like he didn’t want to be there anymore.

Maybe she shouldn’t have dived headfirst into love with you, professing her feelings so vulnerably. She was the Goddess of Lust, not Romance or any of that bullshit. A long-lasting relationship had been a childish fantasy, much less for someone who was meant to constantly seduce.

Like a final seal of her demise, Steve’s hand goes up, and only then does Natasha realize the tears that have fallen from the corners of her eyes.

There is a deafening silence that follows the grounding decision, and even Tony doesn’t look so aloof anymore. He’s the only one at the table who didn’t raise his hand. 

Natasha swallows harshly, in an attempt to calm the building pressure within her.

She swallows again, willing the tears in her eyes to go away - no way in hell would she openly cry in front of the Gods who put her in this situation.

This time, she wishes the ground would swallow her up instead, to whisk her away from this nightmare of a reality and wake up beside you once more.

“You have until sunset to settle things,” Steve says, a painful lack of emotion in his eyes. “If you don’t coincide by the rules, you know what consequences you will have to face.”

For the first time in an eternity, ever since unknown creatures roamed the multiverse and there was no difference between dark and light, the Goddess felt helpless. 

Even then, there was only one thing on her mind.

How the fuck was she going to tell you that ‘To every universe and back’ had been a bloody lie?

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ok i’m literally so tired while posting this ‘cos i just got out of a seven-hour flight like yesterday, but i reallyyy wanted to post this because i haven’t posted anything in so long. anyways I HOPE YOU LIKE THE LORE and just a recap for everyone before part 3: 

anyways it’s all set up for more angst and hardcore smut (yes i promise that is in part 3)

natasha - goddess of lust

carol - goddess of galaxies

wanda - goddess of magic

steve - god of justice

thor - god of thunder

bruce - god of science

tony - god of heroes

y/n - basic bitch

[clownsuu]

Wow whoever said crotch needs to learn that we are

Classy hoes.

Like Wally. Because you know that man's the type to lie on a piano seductively while Howdy looks at him in both confusion and anime level obliviousness

POV: You are Wally thinking about what Howdy is possibly thinking of after Wally “””successfully””” rizzed Howdy for a singular appy

[cryobabyy]

Consummation Cooper Adams x Reader

Synopsis: Isolation and survival make you act in strange ways, but all is fair in love and violence.

OR

Cooper is keeping you in a remote and isolated location where he likes to play house with you and you cope by playing along.

Tags: NSFW 18+, drabble/short fic, breeding kink, dub-con, brief mentions of violence, Stockholm syndrome, shower sex, dark themes, by request, barely proofread, p-in-v intercourse, cr3Vm pie.

AN: Howdy! Breeding Kink isn't my thing, so I hope this satisfies all my freaks out there. Please note that this is considerably dark and not fluff. Tbh it will probably make you feel kinda icky (and slightly turned on?). I can't help it y'all I'm Ottessa Moshfegh pilled lol. Also important to note that Cooper is dead ass trying to knock you up in this. Like straight up. If you are looking for something more subtle this is not it I fear 😀. Enjoy!

con·sum·ma·tion (noun) 1: the action of making a marriage or relationship complete by having sexual intercourse." the eager consummation that follows a long and passionate seduction" 2: the point at which something is complete or finalized." the consummation of a sale"

Cooper’s hands always found their way into your hair. When you crawled your way into his morning shower, he sighed as he wrapped his fingers around your wet braid, big arms snaking around your naked waist and pulling you against him. His cheek rested perfectly on top of your head.

“Missed me?” He murmurs against your scalp.

“I was scared you weren’t coming back.” You confess, his chest fluttering against your cheek as he huffs a laugh. The very real possibility of Cooper leaving you here to rot makes you feel cold.

“Don’t be stupid. I’ll always come back to you.”

His hands always ended up in your hair, exactly like how your back always ended up pressed against cold shower tiles; Cooper’s body between your legs, his hand spreading and holding your knees open. You were both delighted and horrified that he could pin you against a wall so easily. The stretch of him pushing in and out of you dampens the horror until all you feel is the warmth of the delight; hazy, muted, heavy, and all over you.

You loved when he fucked you numb.

So numb, you no longer paid mind to the dried blood washing away from his body, thick ribbons of pink water swirling at his feet. There was no ankle monitor strapped against your flesh if he was rolling your clit in his mouth. His hands had taken an orgasm from you before they had held a knife to your throat.

When you held his face between your hands and begged him to cum inside you, it was a thinly veiled plea for your life—for him to put something in you that would keep him coming back. Something that would keep you alive.

With a string of expletives, he obliged. He held you like that for sometime after, lazily pulsing inside you, using the obscene, white leakage to rub his thumb over your swollen clit.

“It’ll take better if you finish, baby.” His labored breath flutters against your mouth as he presses his forehead against yours.

Without a gun to your head, you nodded with a greedy whimper. Your mind hummed with the thought of newlyweds eager to become first-time parents, Cooper rubbing lotion over the taught skin of your growing belly, ultrasound appointments, and baby showers. A tiny, vulnerable thing swaddled in a blanket, pink and screaming—with Cooper’s hazel eyes, chocolate brown hair, and your nose and dimples. A baby with a monster for a father and a coward for a mother. A bastard.

You feel relieved when your orgasm finally rips through you. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your asinine mind, you felt disgusted too. Cooper’s grip on your thighs began to hurt and the water droplets against your skin began to sting, but it all turned back to spineless fantasy as he lulled you through it with gentle praises

Almost there, sweetheart.

Just like that.

There we go.

Perfect.

Would it be so horrible if you were in love with him? Because you think you are.

Later on, when you’re making him coffee, he comes behind you and rests his hands on your lower belly. Repugnance and tenderness turn in your stomach. Cooper presses a kiss to the top of your head, keeping his mouth there.

“Do you think we could be happy?” He murmurs softly into your hair, thumbs tracing soft circles against your skin.

The monitor around your ankle feels heavy. You remember the sedatives he put in your drink, his wife and children at home, and this plush and comfortable prison he kept you in.

Your eyes flit toward the kitchen knives and you remember you could face the consequences of lodging one in his neck—if you wanted to.

You want to tell him he could never be happy. That his version of it could only be satisfied through violence. But brute force could be soft and safe if you surrendered to it. If you could bend something jagged and serrated into the shape of lovers, would you be spared from the rage inside of him?

“Maybe.” You say flatly, pouring Cooper his cup of coffee.

[caitlynskitten]

Yoko: You have to say it seductively. Like hey.

Divina: Yeah like… hey. Or maybe something else like…. How’re you doing?

Bianca: Do you want to go out sometime? But you gotta be very confident.

Enid: I got this, girls.

-next day at the fountain-

Wednesday: Hello Sinclair. How are you?

Enid takes a deep breath

Enid: Howdy partner?

Wednesday:

Enid:

-later in the room-

Enid cries in her bed: Howdy partner?! How can I be so stupid?!

[vampirememory]

Intuitive PAC | Who is your next lover?

Howdy! I had this one in the drafts for a little while! I think I intended to have more than three piles, but since it's been a while since I've started it, we are keeping it at three! Choose a pile and get some intuitive predictions on your next lover! This may or may not pertain to your future spouse, use discretion as needed.

♢ There are three piles to choose from. Pile one is the green bow, pile two is the pile of papers, and pile three is the green fan. Feel free to pick one or several piles.♢

Due to the fact there are only three piles, you may not have a message here. Take what resonates and leave the rest!

Pile 1 ♢ Green Bow

Someone shady/snake-y. Slithers like a snake, might walk very quietly and elegantly. Firm boundaries. Misunderstandings. The color blue (favorite color or blue eyes). Tattoo that wraps around the arm. Brilliant blue (lots of blue coming through). Snakebites. Elegant.

Masculine/Males: May be tall with darker features (brown/black hair; seeing curls) with possible blue eyes. Thin & agile. Wears a lot of black, somewhat mysterious and seductive.

Feminine/Females: long black/brown hair, red lips, somewhat of a devil's smile (whatever that means), player energy.

Both/All/Other: dark on the outside, but a softie on the inside. Still dark inside though, it just softens for you. Nice hands. Gold jewelry/a watch. Black & white layered tops, dark academia aesthetic, or old money aesthetic. Possibly wealthy or a very good thrifter.

Pile two ♢ Pile of Papers

Bright and cheerful; red, cherries. Kissable, huggable, adorable. Exit sign, might leave soon (out of town for a trip? For the summer?). Black pearls. Picnic blankets and caressing under a big oak tree, Summer vibes.

Masculine/Males: blonde, strawberry blonde. Boy next door vibes. Sweet and cute, very rosy and sweet. Buys you a lot of flowers, flannels are a closet staple with silver jewelry. Might have a silver or gold tooth, or possible missing teeth (punched out?)

Feminine/Females: shoulder length, poofy light brown hair, almost ginger. Friendly smile and appearance. Cute summer dresses and floral patterns. Brown sandals, crocs with lots of jibbits.

Both/All/Other: friendly vibes! Soft lovers. Happy to have you in their arms, treats you like a gift. May be clingy. Slightly tanned skin. Romantic softies. The relationship may not last long due to outside influences, but it'll be one to remember and one you'll look very fondly at (you may stay lifelong friends because the relationship simply wasn't meant to be; platonic but mistaken for romantic).

Pile three ♢ Green Fan

Heather? Heathen? Black tongs, barbecue or cookout, might meet them there. Plastic cups, drinking and a poolside. They might be a bit drunk when you meet them (liquid courage I heard). Crop top with possibly the American flag? With black mesh?

Masculine/Male: jock? Physically strong. Baseball caps & a large sneaker collection. Nice hands. Dark eyes, like the galaxy (heard that specifically).

Feminine/Female: darker colored makeup, dark under eyes, large eyes (very white & clear), long lashes.

Both/All/Other: doesn't take alcohol well, you might meet them while helping them to their car or something. If it doesn't resonate, you still might be helping them do something when they're struggling under some type of influence and not at their best (injury? Exhaustion?). Might be really embarrassed after this encounter, but fell for the way you care for them. Possibly Black or Hispanic, maybe foreign which is why they need help (possibly you speak their language? Or are incredibly patient?). May take a while for the relationship to start due to ego issues on their end (embarrassment), they really care about a good impression. Might be interested in business, politics, or international affairs.

I didn't get much appearance on this, I see that you might be focusing more on helping them rather than their appearance so you might not get a good look at them.

Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to check out my masterpost with more readings, or you can support me by purchasing a reading by clicking here. Thanks for the support, let me know which pile you picked and if it resonated or not :)!

[sewerdraws]

Zach! Hello, howdy, g’day! Hope its goin good for ya :D

I have heard the Lawry lore but, other than in correlation w/ Lawry, have heard precious little about Niko. I am formally inquiring the Niko lore, Plz

Okay thats all :] (<— still doesn’t know how to type an ask like a normal person)

Niko time !!!!! His ref and biography already exist here but this is a fun opportunity for more lore !!

Lore wise he's in a parallel RED team to the canon one. Absolutely hated by all of his team except the pyro (likes witnessing chaos) and the scout (who's not related to him but also a shithead so they Tolerate each other. asshole solidarity yknow). He's hated mostly because of his awful attitude (aggressive, abrasive, makes demeaning comments and doesn't mind getting personal, stays isolated, lives in a flat outside of base etc), basically picture a high school girl bully, but with deadly weapon and intelligence gathering skills.

Went through a very chaotic, up-and-down life up until his days at Mann.co which are basically the best days of his life : he has plenty of money, is dealing in the legal which he prefers, while still making good use of his combat, intel and seduction skills.

[CW for suggestive and unhealthy content, as well as discussion of internalized homophobia]

OH YEAH seduction is a big thing for Niko. Goes through college exploring homosexuality, gets that beautiful world crushed beneath his feet, homosexuality becomes a perverse thing to him during his time in prison and opens up to years of compulsive heterosexuality and trying to prove himself through seduction. Despite his awful "real" personality, he can put on one hell of a persona when needing to seduce someone. That's a skill he discovers early and uses throughout his whole life.

But you can only repress your identity for so long and in his later years before Mann.co he starts going to bars to absolutely wreck himself on booze and pick up young men / get picked up by older men. It's very much a despair thing and not at all a pleasurable self discovery experience. Every time he does it he digs deeper in the denial and feels disgusted at himself.

Lawry is pretty much his real "gay awakening" at around 40yo, and it very much just starts with "oh that guy's obsession is pitiful, i'm gonna entertain it" and completely backfires over years of agonizing toxic back and forth. The layers get even thicker when he finally starts considering the idea that he might be gay only for Lawry to hit him with "hey so i'm not entirely a bloke ?"

i love his annoying ass so much you can ask anything u want about him <333

[askhakukusanagi]

Haku how would you seduce someone?

MINORS DNI

Well... I won't reveal all my tricks, but...

Seduction...

It depends. The key is changing it up for who I'm with. Can't have my future partner catch on and learn to expect it, right? ;)

The real trick is, learning your partner. Do they like sweet words, or prefer something more heated. Or, is it less about words and more about silent intimacy? Don't get me wrong, it's possible to seduce someone without it, but knowing who you're talking to goes a long way.

Then, there's a cheeky trick called adrenaline. Scary movies and pranks can get the heart going. Do that enough, and your body associates the racing of your heart with the smile of the one who teases you, not the spooks themself. And then there's the laughter.

So, let's say, for example, I'm trying to seduce... I don't know, Rui. Yeah. We'll go with Rui.

With the limits on touch, connecting meaningfully is important. The first thing you should do is take the weight off his shoulders, so he knows he can leave his stresses at the door. Then, offer a drink, a flirty word, something about his charming smile. Then, share the drink. Not two glasses, one. Press your lips where his was on the cup and drink after, with a wink. Pass it back so that side faces him. "Going to finish the kiss, Mizuki?" Something like that. The same would apply to Subaru, though, my personal advice is to call him Subarashi. Be light with flirtation. You want to make his heart flutter, not stop.

People like Tohma...

Some people might take best to being pinned to the nearest tree among the plum blossoms, so they see the blooms more than the nervousness in your eyes.

*ahem*.

Anyways.

Perhaps, if you're looking for how I would seduce you, you could offer me a little more details? Maybe come and let me get to know you first, take you on a date or two, before I show you how I'd ask to take you home.

I could worship you like the divine, darling. I am a priest, you know.

《 Howdy! Sorry for such the long wait, anon! Haku was having some difficulty due to the nature of the question. If you send more details, I'd love to shove him into an office chair to test his seduction! ;)》

《Also, apologies for the delay. We're getting ready to move very, very soon, and Imma be real, his laziness rubs off on me big time. 4 days.... oh man.》

《But yeah! Two more asks left folks, we're almost there! Keep em coming and Haku will happily make attempts to rizz you all up. <3》

[beneathstarryskies]

Day One: Corruption - Inuyasha

Warnings: fem!reader, seduction, loss of virginity

Howdy! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list!

Taglist: @actuallysaiyan

The conversation came up randomly one day. Inuyasha was sitting against a tree with his eyes closed. His hands were tucked inside the sleeves of his kimono, and his face remained stoic as the wind swept through his long white hair. At first glance, it would be easy to believe he was in a state of meditation. You’ve been traveling long enough with Inuyasha to know better than that. When he’s quiet like this it’s not that he’s calm or seeking inner peace, it’s because his thoughts are loud. You tried to entertain yourself by playing with the fire, poking at it with a stick, and watching leaves burn to ash when you threw them in. That can only keep someone occupied for so long. You crawled over to Inuyasha and placed your face close to him. At first, he didn’t seem to notice your presence, only betrayed by the slightest twitch of his dog ears. You gently blow on his ear, watching it flick as he lets out an annoyed groan.

“What are you doing?” he growls. As he turns his head to look at you, his eyes widen when he notices your close proximity. He almost loses himself in your eyes but then he scoots away. “What are you so close for?”

“What? You’ve never been close to a cute girl before?” you retort.

“Pft, you’re not a cute girl,” he says despite the way his cheeks flush.

“And of course I have!”

“Oh yeah? What’d you do?” you ask with a smirk.

“WHA— that is none of your business!”

The sight of him so flustered from your questions was enough to keep you entertained for a while. Inuyasha, being Inuyasha, didn’t let it go very easily either. For the rest of the night, he’d randomly burst with questions of your intent when bothering him that way.

As the days passed, you began to truly wonder if he’d ever been close to anyone intimately. Based on his reactions to any hint of flirting or closeness that struck between the two of you, you couldn’t help thinking he must be a virgin. Something about that excited you. Especially when you realize how many times in the past you and Inuyasha were close to sharing a passionate kiss. Perhaps he’s pulled away because he’s worried about admitting the truth. The thought of being the one to show him a world of pleasure makes your body get warm all over, and your mind runs wild with fantasies.

After a long stretch of travel without much rest, the two of you come to a village. Inuyasha is suspicious of everyone your paths cross, as usual, but eventually, you manage to talk him into going to an inn for the night. He stubbornly waits outside while you go in to speak with the innkeeper about getting a room for the night.

“How many guests?” the innkeeper asks politely.

“Two.”

“We only have one bed available for the night, is that okay?”

You hesitate for a moment, but then you realize this could be the opportunity you’ve been waiting for.

“That will be fine,” you smile. She tells you which room you’ll be in for the night, and you arrange for some hot water to be brought in for a bath. Then, you go out to tell Inuyasha the news.

“I got a room, but they only had one bed available,” you explain.

“One bed? That’s ridiculous! We can’t sleep in the same bed?”

“Why not?” you ask curiously. Immediately his cheeks break out into a bright red blush as he stutters over his words, trying to come up with an excuse while avoiding giving himself away. He relents but not without pouting the entire time he follows you to the room. You slide the door open to see the bath has been prepared in a corner with a pair of partitions for privacy.

“I’m gonna have a bath,” you tell him with a sweet smile.

You go over to the tub and close the partitions, but you set the lamp at just the right angle for him to be able to see your silhouette through them.

What you’re hoping for is for Inuyasha to see this and get excited. What you don’t know, however, is that he’s going downright crazy from the sight. As you take off your clothes, he can clearly make out the shape of your body. He can imagine himself holding onto the fat that rounds out your hips and kissing the curve of your tits. His whole body feels hot as his cock twitches in his pants. He’s almost disappointed when you sink into the bath, and he can no longer see your gorgeous form. He lets out a soft, frustrated growl and goes outside. He makes sure to slam the door as he leaves. If you didn’t know Inuyasha as well as you do, you’d mistake this for anger. Instead, you know, he’s just making sure your attention is still on him even if he’s gone.

Hours later, after having dinner, you lay down on the bed to rest. It’s late when Inuyasha returns. You can hear him as he takes off the top layer of his hakama, then he settles into the bed beside you. He keeps a bit of distance between you, but soon you’re closing it. You roll over and snuggle against his side.

“Stop that,” he groans and tries to push you away.

“But it’s cold,” you pout softly. He lets out an annoyed sigh, but then instead of trying to push you again, he wraps his arms around you. You lay your head on his chest and your hand rests on his stomach.

“Is this okay?” you ask softly, wanting to comfort him.

“I guess,” he huffs.

You lay close for a moment, then slowly begin moving your hand over his stomach. You lean in closer to press a soft kiss on his neck. Inuyasha shudders softly and his arms tighten around your body. You take this as a sign to continue showering him in affection. You leave a trail of kisses along the curve of his neck until you find the spot that makes him let out a small, almost incomprehensible, whimper. For a while you focus your attention there, sucking and biting softly, while also caressing his abdomen.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Do you like it?” you ask, your breath soft and warm against his skin. He doesn’t answer, and this makes you feel like you’ve made a mistake. You start to pull away, but his grip on you tightens. In the darkness of the inn room, you smirk at knowing you’ve gotten your way. You scoot a little closer so your body is pressed right up against his. Your hand moves down to his lower abdomen, and your fingers brush against the growing bulge in his pants. He lets out a strangled moan and his hips instinctively raise to meet your touch. You try to move your hand away, but he catches your wrist.

“Please,” he almost seems to be pleading. You begin palming him through his pants.

“Inuyasha, have you ever had anyone touch you like this?” His silence is all the answers you need. You promise yourself you’ll take care of him, and show him not just lust but love. You reach up to cup his cheek gently and pull his face closer. Finally, you pull him in for a soft kiss. He sinks into it almost immediately, his hand rests on your hip. He squeezes it as the kiss deepens. Your tongues rub against one another in a sensual dance. You moan softly.

“Can I take your clothes off?” you ask.

He nods eagerly and you sit up. You carefully remove the rest of his clothes until his muscular, strong form is laid out in front of you. You begin kissing him gently on his chest, then slowly down his stomach until you reach the line of white hair leading toward his cock.

“Do you want me to keep going?” you ask excitedly.

“Y-yeah,” he gasps.

You keep going, kissing down the white trail of hair until you’re kissing the base of his cock. You take him in your hand and begin stroking him slowly. His cock throbs in your hand, already reacting strongly to your touch. It’s not long before you feel a bead of precum drip onto your hand. You lick it off, following it all the way to the tip of his cock. He whines softly, and his hand tangles in your hair as you continue licking and sucking on the tip of his cock. Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock and you let out a moan at the taste of him on your tongue.

“Shit,” he groans as he resists the urge to buck his hips. As you slowly sink down lower, he can already feel himself tinkering on the edge. He pulls you off his cock, and gives you a pitiful look that would be impossible for anyone to refuse.

“I need more,” he gasps. “Please.”

It doesn’t take any more begging for you to give in to his whims. After all, just the thought of showing him pleasure has been rattling your brain for weeks now and driving you crazy. You strip off your nightgown and straddle his hips. His hard cock presses against your hole as you settle on top of him. You don’t have time to ask for further consent before he’s grinding against you, practically begging for you to sink down on his cock.

Your hands rest on his chest as you take him inside of you. The feeling of your warm walls enveloping his cock is too much to bear. His hand rests on your hips as he watches you move. Your hips roll in a steady rhythm as you give both of you a moment to acclimate to his size stretching your hole. You increase your pace harder and faster until the sounds of both of your moans fill the air of the room. Your eyes are just starting to flutter closed when you suddenly feel warmth filling your core. Inuyasha practically howls with pleasure as he cums. You slow to a stop before pulling off of him. You’re content to teach him more about this new world of pleasure. You’re so excited about having finally crossed this threshold you don’t think twice about his premature cumming. You pull off his cock to settle beside him as he tries to catch his breath. You kiss his cheek and cuddle against him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls softly as he pushes you onto your stomach.

[annebaby]

small Billy the Kid / Billy Bonney short story! i am a new writer, please be patient with me!

warnings: some drinking, slight body typing, romantic shit, slight reference to sex! besides that, nothing too serious hehe.

i hope you enjoy!

You’ve been singing in bars and honky tonks as soon as you parents were able to get you in. Your pretty blonde hair, striking brown eyes, and feminine body type determined your fame before you even had the training you needed. A new bar every night, new town every few days, it was exhausting in the least.

Every night was the same. This performance was bound to be the same. Singing your song, swaying on the stage, and listening to the men holler was nothing to you. That is, until you laid her eyes on a tall, blue-eyed slender man. His looks were charming, any girl could admit that. His brown button-down, dirty old jeans, decked out gun on his belt, and his ratty old hat all set the scene for a fun night.

As you closed out your song with the ending note, you smiled and blew kisses to the audience.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Thank yall for letting me sing out here.”

You picked up your dress and slowly exited the stage, making an A-line straight for the bar. Whiskey was necessary after a performance like that.

“Howdy, just let me grab a shot of whiskey please,” you say. Your voice is almost raspy after your singing.

As you wait for your whiskey shot, you feel a presence approaching behind you. Turning around, you’re met with the piercing blue eyes of the man from the audience. You didn’t realize how large the man truly was until now, standing next to him. He had curly brown hair, icy blue eyes, and he was towering over you.

“Why, hello sir. Whatcha wantin’?” You asked. A smile played on your lips, clearly seductively intrigued by his presence.

He smiled as he looked down, hands fiddling with his belt.

“Well, I was a-hopin’ I could get to know you a little better, ma’am. Your singin’, it was just so heartwarming.”

You laughed. His compliment was heartfelt, truly. It was just his nervousness that made it so unserious. His fiddling, slight blush on his cheeks, it all made him look so adorable.

Suddenly, you seemed to recognize him under all the nervousness.

“Wait, are you the man on all ‘em wanted posters ‘round town? What’re you doing out in the open like this?”

Awaiting his answer, your whiskey shot is slid to you from the other side of the bar. You whisper a slight ‘thanks’ before returning your attention to the outlaw in front of you. You’d never encountered a man like this; a man so wanted, but for all the wrong reasons. He quickly broke your train of thought, carefully trying to answer your question.

“Well, I run with a group o’ guys ‘round here,” he says. He points to a gathering of young men sitting at a table. They’re all snickering and minding their own.

“Them boys ‘ere, they’re like my family. They protect me, I protect them. S’ that answer your question, Ms. Y/LN?”

You didn’t realize how hard you had been staring into his eyes until he stopped talking. Snapping out of your trance, you nodded slightly before taking your shot. Feeling the burn go down your throat was enough to amplify the hidden romanticism of your encounter.

“Now forgive me, but I don’t even know your name honey,” you say. You’re smiling harder than ever, trying to tone it down but you simply can’t.

“It’s Billy, Ms. Y/N. I remembered yours from your performance.”

You looked down at your empty glass and placed it back onto the bar table. Standing out of your seat, you put your hands on your hips.

“Well Billy, are you gonna ask me to dance or are you just gonna keep thinkin’ ‘bout it?”

Billy laughs at your boldness, eying you up and down. You really were beautiful. Your hair flowing down, eyes sparkling in the light, how could he not ask you to dance?

“You’ve read my mind, Y/N.”

Billy takes your hand as you start sloppily dancing on the main floor. Despite all your years in the bars, never had you picked up on how to dance. You’ve tried your best, but it’s always ended in a drunken night and a gnarly hangover the next morning.

“Now, I outta warn you. I ain’t the dancing kind of girl myself. Don’t be surprised if your boots got a few scuffs on ‘em before the end o’ the night,” you say, slightly laughing.

You’re looking down at your feet, trying your best to keep up. Billy then puts his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“You gotta look at me, hon. Focusing too much on your feet is gonna make you stumble. Just look at me, and focus on me.”

You smile, slowly feeling his hands return back to your waist. He squeezes you slightly, reassuring you that you’re doing fine. Before you know it, you’re swaying and dancing with Billy easier than ever before.

Looking back up at Billy, you suddenly feel the urge to kiss him. Mentally slapping yourself at the thought, you blush and look away. Billy notices your blush, and matches your exact thought, pushing your face to look at him before he slowly leans in and kisses you.

The kiss is slow and sweet, pure feeling and sincereness laced in its addictive meaning. His lips are plump, and they taste like the sting of cigarette smoke and your lipstick.

He grabs the sides of your face, not allowing you to break free. Your hands grab his hat, pulling it off and onto the floor. You grab the ends of his hair and slightly tug, needing so much more. Billy smiles into the kiss, happy that his need is clearly being reciprocated. He pulls back from the kiss, smiling and looking into your eyes.

You smile back, not entirely sure what had just happened. It wasn’t your first kiss, but you had never had one that full of passion and sincerity. Never had you kissed someone so handsome, so dangerous and wild, and you loved it.

Billy bent down to grab his hat off the floor, before grabbing your hand and pulling you to the exit of the bar.

“Need you, now.”

Such a perfect start to a once-in-a-lifetime wild west love.

[caughtthedarkness93]

Time for some more Acolyteposting! We're getting into episode 6 this time, so beware if you aren't that far.

It's interesting to see how well what I think this show's going for is working.

There was an interview creator and showrunner Leslye Headland gave after episode 5 aired where she talked about being seduced by the Dark Side. It's there. I can see it. And it's enthralling.

I'm seeing so many people who are so into our new Sith Lord. And with it, people seriously considering his opinions and attitudes. And what I see the show doing here is so very interesting. Because between the sexiness (to which I am immune), the sensitive bad boy act, the from a certain point of viewisms, there's a lot happening here. A lot of what Qimir's doing feels like it's designed to get Osha - and the audience - off-guard.

And given how popular the Qimir x Mae and Qimir x Reader tags seem to be, it's working.

Because here's the thing. We know Qimir is a remorseless killer. We saw him slaughter a whole field of Jedi just an episode ago. We cut back to the dead bodies of those Jedi in the midst of his interactions with Osha. When Osha brings this up, he tries to focus on how these people had personally not given her what she wanted. Your relationships with Jecki and Sol would never have given you what you wanted. You considered Yord a friend, but he tried to arrest you. He never even engages with the idea that these people didn't deserve to die. He's also holding her captive. He's not upfront about it, but he is. There is no feasible escape for her. He lies by omission constantly. Look also at the scenes with Osha armed and him unarmed go. Look at who's really driving the conversation in those scenes. It would seem like Osha really has the power, but Qimir knows she's not going to kill him no matter how much she threatens.

But here's the other thing. Qimir is a liar. His name isn't even Qimir. That's just what we're calling him out of convenience, but he's credited as The Stranger. He spends literally half the show lying about his identity, pretending to be some sleazy, mostly harmless criminal. Dishonesty is our first exposure to this man.

And there's something about this that's all really interesting because the show is both playing into that seduction while constantly reminding us of its artificiality. There's an underlying darkness to all these interactions with a surface-level softness obscuring them.

And boy howdy does it seem to be working well.

[sytoran]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑!

howdy! it's two weeks till october, and that means kinktober season. i've planned a very elaborate (and spicy) menu for you lot. it's my first ever kinktober event, so don't be too harsh on me. stay tuned for the good stuff!

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

🎃 minors dni! for the rest of yall please be mindful of warnings and tags before reading (a lot of these fics may contain sensitive/triggering stuff!)

🎃 all fics will be dom!reader x sub!marvel women. (mainly wanda maximoff and natasha romanoff). don't like, don't read.

🎃 posts relating to this kinktober event will be tagged as 'sytoran's kinktober 2023'

🎃 i generally like to write reader as more masc-representing, and only either fem!reader or gender-neutral!reader (no male!readers)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

🎃 OCTOBER 001.

somnophilia | CW!wanda x beefy!avenger!reader summary: after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed. cont: mild non-con, vaginal fingering, begging, daddy kink

🎃 OCTOBER 003.

blowjob | secretary!natalie rushman x ceo!reader summary: natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file involves seducing a high-ranking executive, and the seduction goes smoothly. a little too well, in fact, that she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be. cont: reader has a cock, power play, begging

🎃 OCTOBER 005.

thigh-riding | IW!wife!wanda x gn!reader summary: you've always loved writing stories since young, but the tale of you and your wife writes itself, and it ends with a sweet happy-ever-after. cont: soft sex, established relationship, romance + fluff

🎃 OCTOBER 007. [POSTPONED]

stockholm syndrome | AOU!wanda x hydra!reader summary: after being taken as hostage by HYDRA's runaway assasin, newbie avenger wanda is prepared for pretty much anything, except developing feelings for her captor. cont: reader has a metal prosthetic arm, humiliation, degradation

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 009.

mermaphilia | mermaid!wanda x pirate!reader summary: as captain of a notorious gang of pirates, you've got a reputation of steel, but when there's a pretty little mermaid presenting herself for you, there's no chance in hell you're not saying yes. cont: sweet talk, begging, humiliation, overstimulation

🎃 OCTOBER 011.

size kink | roomate!natasha x werewolf!reader summary: despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for. cont: (very) rough sex, reader has a cock, breeding, creampie

🎃 OCTOBER 013.

knife play | bimbo!wanda x ghostface!reader summary: for years on end you've chased sweet revenge. from being your high school bully to the fount of your desires, wanda maximoff is your esteemed salvation and utter demise. today, you plan on taking it all back. cont: dubious consent, degradation, fingering

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 015.

tit-fucking | milf!natasha x amab!reader summary: your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately. she tries possible solutions to lighten your mood, but eventually it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you wanna fuck her tits. cont: reader has a cock, teasing, possessiveness, praise

🎃 OCTOBER 017.

breeding press | housewife!wanda x amab!reader summary: your wife looks a little too good on a particular weekday morning. spoiler alert - you end up late for work that day. cont: reader has a cock, daddy kink, possessiveness, marking

🎃 OCTOBER 019.

public sex | milf!natasha x mechanic!reader summary: natasha's had a completely shit day, and the last straw is when her car breaks down on the way home. the unbelievably sexy mechanic who shows up to fix her car makes it an unforgettable night. cont: daddy kink, horniness, hot mechanic stuff

🎃 OCTOBER 021.

wall sex | cheerleader!natasha x footballer!reader summary: natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player, both on the field and with the ladies. however, she's always been good at getting what she wants. cont: very long fic, squirting strap-on, cunnilingus

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 023.

exhibitionism | agent!peggy x lieutenant!reader summary: there's nothing quite like a classic 1940s sapphic romance, except the element of 'forbidden' doesn't apply to you; you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers. cont: office sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging

🎃 OCTOBER 025. [POSTPONED]

aphrodisiac | witch!agatha x hunter!reader summary: during one of your hunting sessions in the woods, you stumble across a little wooden shack that wasn't there before. your curiosity gets the better of you, but you aren't prepared for what lies beyond. cont: non-con, sex pollen, riding, power bottom

🎃 OCTOBER 027. [POSTPONED]

caught masturbation | college!kate x professor!reader summary: kate's your best student, diligently attentive in your lectures. who knew that there were hidden intentions behind all that attention she paid to your teaching. or more specifically, you. cont: age gap, professor kink, humiliation, fingering

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 029. [POSTPONED]

brat-taming | bimbo!wanda x sugarmommy!reader summary: what was supposed to be a relaxing day off at the bar turned awry when your pretty little girlfriend stepped in. wanda has a little too much fun toying with those sleazy men, so it's up to you to teach her a lesson. cont: bathroom sex, spanking, hair-pulling, degradation

🎃 OCTOBER 030. [POSTPONED]

omegaverse | omega!natasha x alpha!reader summary: while visiting your sister, kate, at the avengers compound, you stumble into none other than the black widow. there's big reputations, miscommunications, sexual tensions, and a whole lot of hot sex. cont: flirting, seduction, heat/rut, mating bite

🎃 OCTOBER 031. [POSTPONED]

mirror sex | barbie!wanda x gynecologist!reader summary: a sequel to 'doctor's orders'. wanda's curious nature to explore her new body intimately leads you to purchase a full-length mirror in your shared apartment. you teach her everything she needs to know. cont: fingering, guided masturbation, power play

credits to @cafekitsune for the line dividers i will be using

do not copy, edit, or translate my works.

kinktober requests || main masterlist || ao3

[johnkahner]

Helloo, would you be comfy writing about Johnny cage helping his s/o when they're on their period? Period sex, buying them pads and snacks, ect? Thank you!! ❤️

AN: Howdy! I hate periods so much, and I regret whenever mine happens because I have no clue to how bad it's going to be that month lol. Also, when I tried to write this request it kept disappearing from my inbox on my laptop. Hope you guys enjoy! Also, I'm inexperienced at writing smut lol. Not proof read.

Notes: Gender-Neutral! AFAB! Reader, Period stuff, MINORS DNI [18+]

Being on your period felt like hell. All the cramps you got even when sitting down. Elder Gods, it feels like you’re being stabbed in the uterus. Pulling out your phone you began to text your boyfriend, Johnny. You wrap yourself up in a blanket in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable. 

You: im dying.

Johnny: ???

You: help. It hurt. bad. 

Johnny: Babe. Ur scaring me.

You: help. period. 

Johnny: Oh. I'll be over asap

Johnny practically rushes out the door to read to the store. He grabs the box of pads he knows you wear, your favorite snacks, some Midol, and he grabs 2 iced coffees for the two of you. He wants you to be as comfortable. After he gets everything purchased he heads straight to your home. 

When he opens the door he sees that you are watching some YouTube right now. He looks confused about what exactly you are watching. He sets the bag down on the table closest to your couch.

“What the hell is that?”

“Peggle.”

“Excuse me?!”

He only heard the “peg” part of that. You start laughing which quickly becomes a mistake. The cramps begin again, and you clench onto your stomach. 

Johnny is by your side in a second. He’s rubbing your sides gently. That makes you feel a little bit better. 

“I got you some stuff.”

He gets up, which makes you miss his touch, to get you your Midol and some water for you to take. 

“Here you go sweetheart.”

You take 2 of the Midol, and hope you feel better soon. 

“Oh, by the way I got some of your favorite snacks and some iced coffee for us.”

“Thanks babe. I don’t know what to do without you.”

“Wanna watch some bad low budget movies with me?”

“Of course”

During the night you watch movies like Troll 2, Llamageddon, and Birdemic: Shock and Terror. Right now you two are watching The Ice Cream Man. Well you were trying to watch it. Johnny was distracting you right now. His hand was currently in your pants and underwear, rubbing your clit with his middle finger. He kisses your neck, biting it every so often. Moaning at the contact.

“You know, they say that sex is good for when you're on your period.” 

He whispers seductively into your ear. Damn. This man makes you so horny. 

“Do you want me to continue this?”

“Fuck, Fuck me so hard Johnny.”

You two were a moaning mess. 

“Be right back babe. I need to get protection.”

He gets up to grab some lube and a condom as fast as he can. Getting you two prepared, he gently puts his rock hard cock into your tight pussy. The two of you are moaning even more now. 

“God, babe. You feel so go around me. I’m trying to be as gentle as I can, FUCK, this is hard.”

“Mmm, Fuck me as hard as you want Johnny.”

“Damn, Shit, you’re so fucking perfect babe.”

He moans your name, increasing his pace to make you feel even better. This goes on for a little while longer. The movie was long forgotten about. All that matter was Johnny making you feel better, and the distraction for your monthly “friend’s” visit. 

Johnny knows how to make you feel so much better. When the two of you are done making passionate love on your couch, Johnny gets up to get a towel to clean yourself up with. 

“I love you, Johnny”

“Love you more, babe.”

[crystalofmoon19]

Promiscuous - Striker x Fem Imp! Reader

Promiscuous girl, you're teasin' me

You know what I want

And I got what you need

Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point

Cause we're on a roll

You Ready?

Promiscuous - Nelly Furtado ft. Timbaland

You walked off the stage along with the musicians who accompanied you during your presentation, they even offered you an invitation to their band because they needed a female singer. You were flattered by the offer, but you really weren't sure if it was a good idea to accept it when you were just visiting your family, so you told them you were going to think about it.

With this done, the musicians accepted your answer and gave you their card in case you change your mind, so the band left, leaving you alone; meanwhile you kept your guitar in its case until you heard the rattle of a rattlesnake.

"Well, Howdy, what do we have here? But it is one of the most sought-after beauties in all of Wrath."

You opened your eyes wide and your heart skipped a beat when you saw that the rattlesnake demon, Striker, was a few feet away behind you. You didn't know if this was a good or a bad sign, on the one hand you caught the attention of that handsome cowboy, but on the other hand he was still so intimidating; besides, even if you liked him, who was he to call you that?

"Excuse me! How did you call me?"

You tried to have a little courage, but the truth is that you got scared when he approached you, causing you to take a few steps back from him.

"I told you the truth, darlin', I saw you sing on stage a while ago. You have such an angelic voice that it could make anyone fight just to get your attention. I'll get right to the point, sugarcube, we both know you deserve a man that is at your level and I believe that I'm the one to have that title." .- Striker said as you noticed that he was getting much closer to you.

"So what do you say, sweetheart? Would you like to go get some drinks?" .- He said as he approached you, taking your chin in his hand and wrapping his spiked tail around you.

Striker's proposal sounded tempting to a certain extent, but that didn't take away from the fact that it completely detonated his arrogance, assuming that you already want to go out with him without even asking your opinion, getting closer than he should without your consent and calling you those nicknames that he gave you without even knowing your name. You knew guys like him in Wrath, no matter how handsome he was, you were going to give yourself your place as the woman you are but you could still take advantage of the situation.

"Oh, I see!~ So, you think we could have a fun night together, don't you?" .- You said this time with a seductive tone, you approached him closer, removing his hand from your chin while you took his face with your delicate hands and your tail began to meet with his.

"Looks like you're getting it, darlin'." .- He chuckled as he enjoyed your cute hold.

"Well, if that's the case, I hope a woman as beautiful as me can satisfy a man as relentless as you." .- You said as you began to caress Striker's face and the pleased one rattled his tail happily and you could even hear his chest growl for you as well.

"Yes, yes, you will, darlin'. After all, behind every great man, there is a beautiful woman. We would make a perfect match, don't you think, darlin'?" .- Although Striker enjoyed your caresses, he also did not miss the opportunity to join his sharp tail with your most well-groomed one. When he did so, you couldn't help but give a small scream, which completely pleased Striker, but you didn't lose your composure.

"I already believe it and a woman as beautiful as me should do what a man so handsome wants, right?" .- You continued petting Striker, only this time you stroked his mustache, which the rattlesnake demon seemed to love because he kept rattling his tail harder.

"How to cook for him, wash his clothes and fulfill his every whim, right?~"

"Yes, yes, yes I do. And you are so pretty, beautiful and it would be… divine~" .- Surprisingly Striker was starting to babble, as your charms were beginning to take effect on him, you took advantage of that while you continued stroking his mustache.

"Are you kidding me?" You roughly pulled Striker's mustache, which made him scream in pain and caused the two of you to separate.

"Is this how you see women? Simple objects to satisfy your desires?"

"Don't play innocent with me, doll! I know how you looked at me during the competition this morning, it's pretty obvious that you like me, the feeling is mutual!" .- The rattlesnake demon claimed you with an aggressive rattle of his tail but still without moving away from you.

"That's not how things work!"

"Oh, really? Why do you think that, darlin'? You're interested in me and I'm interested in you, what's the problem?"

"You don't even know my name to begin with and you call me nicknames I don't like!"

This made Striker raise an eyebrow for a moment, you had a point he didn't know your name, so you decided to keep complaining.

"Besides! What's this about approaching me like that without asking my permission? Have you heard about personal space? I bet you wouldn't want me to do the same to you!"

"You're wrong there, darlin', if you'll come up to me I'd be happy to have you~" .- Striker's flirtatious words made your cheeks blush for a moment but you didn't give in so easily and continued to hold your ground.

"Well, what if someone other than me did it? Wouldn't you feel intimidated?" .- With this last phrase you made Striker open his eyes suddenly when he imagined a scenario where he was in your place and that made him remain silent for a few moments that you decided to take advantage of to speak.

"Listen to me well, sir. I may not know the principles with which you were raised in your house, but I was taught that women are brave warriors who are equal to men, because we are both equal and we work together to get ahead in this life! No one is above or below anyone, I deserve to be treated with respect and if you are not going to do it, I'm afraid that I will return to my family!" .- You said, moving your proximity away from Striker while you picked up your guitar case, which surprised the rattlesnake demon, you were serious; you were really going to leave if Striker didn't treat you with respect.

"Fine! You win, sugarcube!" .- Striker said out loud once he saw that you were moving far away from him and this made you turn towards him with your arms crossed.

"You're right, I don't think we have made our formal introductions."

You growled angrily in response, frowning and glaring at Striker, which only made him chuckle, you're so cute even when you're angry.

"Name is Striker, although you probably already knew that." .- Striker offered you his hand to which you gave him your hand and they shook hands.

"It's my pleasure, Striker. I'm Y/N."

"Y/N. Even your name is very Hispanic, do you come from the other side of Wrath?"

"That's right, I'm proud of my Hispanic roots."

"Oh, really? Why don't you tell me more about that?"

When you were about to tell Striker more about yourself, but that's when his look with his ringed green eyes gave away his true intentions, and you weren't going to fall so easily.

"I know what you want, casanova."

"I think I've made that clear enough, pretty lady."

"Well, if what you really want is to have me, you'll have to fight for it."

"What do you mean by that, sugarcube?"

"If what you want is my love, you will have to work to earn it, I'm not going to be with the first man who says nice things about me."

"Oh, come on, darlin'! We both know we just want to release the tension between us." .- This last one made you blush again and Striker just made fun of it.

"Even if the only thing you are looking for from me is a night of passion, you will have to work very hard to get it. I'm not one of those who give in so easily." - Striker was surprised by the honesty with which you spoke, it was quite obvious that you were attracted towards him, but still you gave yourself your place and spoke the truth; at no time did you deny your liking for him, no matter how much he tried to provoke you, you remained firm.

"If all you want is to satisfy your carnal desires with a woman, I'm afraid you'll have to look for another, because I'm not the right woman for that."

Striker made a great effort not to be left speechless by you, very few had given themselves respect like you had done, many women and even many men had succumbed to his charms but you had not and that was truly admirable.

"You're lucky I like taking on big challenges, darlin'." .- Striker chuckled again while you raised an eyebrow.

"How about we make a bet?"

"A bet?"

"Yes, if I can get you into bed within a week, you must be mine."

"A week, are you serious? I think you'll need more time than that to win me over, casanova."

"Two weeks then?"

"No."

"Three weeks?"

"It's not even close."

"Come on, darlin'! How long do you want me to be behind you?"

"Well, if what you want is to conquer me, it's going to take time to cement things, so I think that will take at least two months."

"Two months? That's a long time!"

"Time is of the essence in making good relationships. It's not something to be rushed, Striker."

"Fine, let it be just for a month, and that's my last offer." .- Striker responded with a resigned snort.

"I want to see how you try, casanova." .- This time it was your turn to laugh.

"You'll be mine and you'll enjoy it, darlin'." .- Striker placed his hands on your chin again, to which you only politely removed him.

"It seems to me that you are forgetting something very important about betting, casanova."

"Or is it? And what is it, darlin'?"

"Betting is a game of two and I have not yet said my part of the bet."

"Well, what do you want to bet, sugarcube?"

"It's simple, if I manage to obtain your heart within a month..." You approached Striker and began to caress his cheeks again to which he did not put up any resistance.

"You will…" You continued petting Striker and played with his mustache. To which he only rattles his tail and growls under his breath at you.

"You will stop doing the bad things you once did!" .- You screamed loudly and pulled Striker's mustache again and he complained again.

"What!?"

"I may not know you well enough, Striker. But I know you are not trustworthy. I saw how you cheated in the horse competition and you are a bad winner, if you are already like that in a competition I don't want to think how you are with others. "

"That's ridiculous, sweetheart! You're not going to change me in a month!"

"Then the bet is off." .- You crossed your arms with a smile and turned around again.

You were really provoking him a lot and getting on his nerves and that was what set you apart from the rest. Striker loved that, so he followed you to where you were and he offered you his hand.

"Very well, darlin'. We have a deal."

You decided to shake your hand to close the deal with Striker.

"The wager is set."

This is how Striker finally set out to conquer you to make you his and this time he was going to enjoy every moment of betting on you.

[silverbirching]

LO, YOU ARE HERE NOW, HERE IS AN ASK FOR YOU TO INTRODUCE YOURSELF TO THE PEOPLE, HOW DOES IT FEEL BOO

WELL HOWDY THARR YOU TERRIBLE FUCKING ENABLER!

I'm Sam, aka Silverbirch on AO3. He/Him. I like, in no particular order:

Netflix's Shadow and Bone (currently ficcin')

Jewelry (I'm a professional authenticator, appraiser and aspiring historian, btw. Yes, of gems and jewelry. Yes, that's a thing. Stop slipping law school applications under my door, MOM, I'm 36 years old)

Archaeology (long neglected degree)

Classical studies / mythology (currently resisting the urge to get a degree)

An ungainly shitload of comics, books, and videogames

Humanism (of the secular variety)

Plants (I'm one of those gays)

My cats (I'm also one of those gays)

Interior design that bespeaks color, personality, the input of living people (fuck off with your grey-beige shiplap, and yes also that kind of gay if you're taking notes)

Two of the finest people I have ever known and two of my closest friends, Gremble (@abeautifulblog) and Hilary (@qqueenofhades), both of whom I met via AO3 comment seduction

I HOPE THIS EXHAUSTIVE AND DETAILED DOSSIER FINDS YOU WELL, MY LITTLE LIVER DUMPLINGS <3

[bigoltrashpile]

Rereading through some of your stuff, and your sf! papyrus, Hound still makes me just go absolutely feral!!💥💥

GOD! I wanna pin him to the wall so damn bad! (If he's ok with it of course xjhdjs)

Wanna pin him and tenderly kiss on his neck before finding a nice spot and Biting down. Wanna mark him up so pretty that he won't be able to hide in under scarfs.

Like I feel like he can be such a good puppy, but I'm more of a bad dog ya feel lol.

And boy howdy do I wanna bend him over something and just overstim him so bad.

WOOOO YEAH HELL YEAH GET IT HOUND!!! There's gonna be smut under the cut, obviously, this is real spicy~ Minors do not tread further istg

You sighed as you knocked on Hound's door. He had been working on some code for the past two hours, and you hadn't seen or heard anything from him for that entire time. You were getting worried. "Hound, baby, are you in there?"

No response. You knocked again, louder this time, before finally swinging the door open.

Hound was sitting in the dark, face inches from his computer screen. He seemed completely engrossed in his work. The blue light from the screen flooded his face, making his face look sharp and eerie. If it weren't for his shrimp like posture, you would be a bit intimidated.

You strode over to his side, being sure to make enough sound that you wouldn't scare him. Finally, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you need to take a break."

Hound jumped out of his chair. "fuck-oh my stars, angel, you scared the shit out of me!" He put a hand on his chest, like he was calming his nonexistent heart. "didja need somethin?"

"Just worried about you," you said. "You've been working on this for a while, you need a break."

Your boyfriend sighed. "i need to get this done, though. i can rest later."

"You can also finish this later." You leaned over and wrapped your arms around his chest and rested your head on his shoulder. "Or do I need to make that an order?" Your voice was low and seductive during that last sentence, and you felt him stiffen under you.

"m-maybe just a short break," he said slowly. That was all you needed to start kissing his neck. Without moving your lips from his neck, you tugged him out of his seat and pushed him against the wall. You pinned his hands against the wall next to his head.

Hound let out a small whimper. "d-darlin, please," he begged. "i need more..."

You were more than happy to oblige. You found a good spot on his neck and bit down hard.

Even though he was nothing but hard bone, Hound let out a pleasured yelp. You kissed the spot where you bit him, before grazing your teeth down his vertebrae and to his shoulder. Then, you repeated the process a few more times, finding a good spot on his neck before biting him hard.

After a few more bites, Hound was practically a puddle. The only thing keeping him standing were your hands pinning him to the wall. "angel..." he panted. "p-please, please!" You weren't sure if he knew what he was begging for, but you could give him more than he could ever ask for.

You finally let go of his wrists, and Hound slumped down. "Are you going to be my good puppy?" you purred. You grabbed the loop of his collar, pulling him towards you.

Hound nodded furiously. "i'll be good for you," he breathed, almost reverently.

"Good." You let go of the collar. "Get undressed and bend over the bed."

Hound jumped up, eagerly shedding his clothes off as he went. As he did, you went over to the door and made sure it was locked. You didn't want anyone interrupting this.

You turned around and admired Hound's now-naked form. He was lithe and lanky, but had a hidden strength in his bones. The bite marks you had given him earlier were now glowing with his magic, trying to heal the small wounds you had given him. It was beautiful.

Gently, you ran your hands down his ribs, and Hound shuddered under your touch. "What a handsome boy," you whispered. "And so obedient too."

Hound's hips bucked subconsciously, as if looking for stimulation. His hands stayed obediently on the bed, though. You stood behind him, and looped your fingers in his iliac crest. "Summon your cock for me," you ordered.

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Hound's dick was fully summoned, already hard. You must have done a good job with him if he was this ready to go, even though you hadn't even touched him directly.

Speaking of which...he had been good. He deserved to feel good. Slowly, you began to stroke his cock, using only two fingers. He whimpered and bucked back into your touch.

You growled and scraped your nails down his back. "Don't move," you growled. "You'll take what I decide to give you."

"i-i'm sorry," the skeleton under you whined. "i just need to cum!"

"Oh, is that right?" A wicked grin spread across your face. "Then I'll make you cum~"

You began to stroke faster, using more pressure. Hound's desperate gasp only fueled you on, going faster and faster until-

"ngh-ah!" Hound let out a desperate moan as he came, shooting his cum all over your hand. His hips bucked back into your hand, but you decided to allow it this time. You slowed your pace as he came, but didn't completely stop.

As Hound calmed down, he clearly expected you to move your hand away. You didn't. As soon as he calmed down, you sped up once more. "a-angel? what-ngh-are you doing?" he panted. His hand came down to move your hand away, but you slapped it away.

"You said you wanted to cum, didn't you?" you whispered wickedly in his ear. "I'm going to make you cum, as many times as I want~" You pinned his wrist to the bed with your free hand. "You are not allowed to touch anything but this bed until I say so. Unless you want me to punish you."

Hound let out a shaky moan. "n-no, i'm sorry." His cock was already hard again under your ministrations. His hands balled up in the sheets as you made him cum once more.

Then again.

And again.

And again.

When you finally slowed down, Hound was practically a sobbing mess under you. His chest rose and fell as he was finally able to catch his breath. You moved around to his head and kissed his forehead. "How do you feel?"

Hound wasn't able to respond, but he gave you an exhausted smile. You weren't sure if he could think at all now. You kissed his teeth gently, then helped him move onto the bed. "Let's rest now," you smiled. "You deserve the sleep."

Even though his limbs were probably jelly, Hound wrapped his arms around you tight. He kissed you back. "thank you," he finally whispered.

"I love you," you smiled. "Thanks for humoring me."

"thanks for makin' me rest," he sighed back. "i needed that. He gave you a dreamy, blissed out smile. "and i love ya too."