#and she lets us draw wherever

[buzzybee3]

Saw this in my chem class and it reminded me of @crabsnpersimmons lol

[volivolition]

wiggles my fingers at you ouuuu… you want to tell me about solace so bad…

HKJGG wiggles my fingers back lovingly!!! i really do, i fuckin LOVE solace :3 hey did you know i really like making fake skill descriptions?

SOLACE

Follow the north star. Find light in even the darkest places. Cool for: Optimists, Recovering lost souls, Sweet summer children

Solace is the skill you tucked away long ago, at the bottom of Pandora's box. The little one that tells you: despite it all, there is still hope. It needs a lot of nurturing -- and it's far from being the most helpful for police work -- but taking care of it is basically self-care. It enables you to find the glow in yourself that you often ascribe to gold lungs or brilliant halos in others. It encourages you to wake up and watch the sunrise, to play board games with someone you love, to forgive yourself and let yourself be a gentler kind of animal. Constantly looking forward to a brighter future, it also helps shield your morale from damage.

At high levels, Solace gives you a heightened sense of childlike optimism - which isn't always the sense to lead with in this precariously harsh world. Always looking for the bright side will blindside you with naivety. At low levels, however, you may just extinguish whatever keeps your soul alight. You've already lost her once. You may not survive the desolation if you let her disappear again.

[sleepn0tfound]

That's MY Daughter

DC x Fem!Neglected!Batsis! Reader x Marvel [Just some midnight thoughts]

Bruce and Tim realised something odd about Stark Industries. Ever since a few months ago the technology being produced there had improved by an unbelievable amount. It was futuristic, nothing that this world has seen before. And the weirdest part of it is the fact that Tony Stark had offered to partner up with Wayne Enterprises. THE Tony Stark, Iron Man, the most egotisical man they knew had willingly offered to partner up with them? After years of being petty with Bruce and the JL?

Tim had been made to prepare to become the new CEO soon, thus he recently started taking up more work at Wayne Enterprises when the agreement was made. Though instead of Tony being the one to talk about ideas it was an unknown woman communicating with him about the ideas, the product, the marketing, etc. And the merge of the two companies was an absolute success, the marketing especially drawing in young adults. (courtesy of Tim and the mysterious women who seems to be around the same age as him)

Who was the mysterious women though? Well both Bruce and Tim could only come to one solution. The least known character to Bruce, to Batman, which says a lot considering the fact that he had made a contingency plan for every Avenger, every hero, including his own teammates, including himself, yet this one character was completely unknown, zero plans if she were to go rogue. And that drove Bruce crazy. Her file was blank. Every vital information was marked with the word 'unknown'. It had been making Bruce paranoid for years since she had appeared next to the Avengers.

The reassurance from the Avengers never helped. It was as if something was gnawing at him. After all how could he trust them anyways? (careful Bruce your trust issues are showing)

One of the only things they knew about her is that she is the main hacker/coder for the Avengers, hence the reason why the Avengers digital security was admittedly better than the Justice League's and how much faster they got, what should be, classified information. (no matter how much Bruce wants to deny it)

And her codename, Special Agent Reaper. No she wasn't originally an Avenger, she was crowned the most skilled assassin of this era, working under S.H.I.E.L.D and one of the sole reasons why all of the HYDRA agents that have sneaked into S.H.I.E.L.D have been successfully taken out, her name would pass by in the wind every so often, they might be rumours or the truth but no one truly knows. Hell even Ra's Al Ghul, The Demon’s Head, had acknowledged her once. Even Talia had admitted that Damian's fighting technique was made to mirror The Reaper's, the only difference is he used katanas while the Reaper, fittingly, uses a scythe.

But one thing was for sure. If you saw the shadow of a hooded figure you better run, though at that point it might be too late.

As the saying goes, "Beware of the Grim Reaper. Wherever it goes death follows closely behind.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

“Ah! Brucie! Here you are!” Tony said, wine in hand as he approached Bruce at the gala. Well that was a first. He usually never played into the Brucie persona. Well nonetheless the show must go on.

“Tony!” Bruce threw himself at the other billionaire, acting as if he was drunk, ignoring the way Tony’s expression turned into a grimace for a split second.

As usual, they were both around other pretentious socialites who never seemed to run out of questions.

“Ah! Tony, I heard Stark Industries have been bringing in more money than ever.”

“Oh yes! It’s all because of this prodigy i had found. She actually was the reason why Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises had a collab. I might even give the company to her when I retire!" He let out a laugh that seems to emanate the word 'rich', a small smirk stayed on his lips as he heard the guests at the gala begin to whisper.

"Oh? Is that so? Then I would love to meet the person I have been working with this entire time." Tim Drake-Wayne said as he finally came out of the corner where he would usually stay in to observe rather than interact.

"Be my guest." A subtle challenge, as if Tony was daring him to go through with it as they locked eyes. A smirk on one face while a well practiced smile on the other.

Bruce let out a light hearted laugh as he tightened his grip around Tony, a subtle warning to stay away from his son, "Well then I wouldn't mind arranging a meeting! I'm sure you wouldn't mind the others joining." His tone had a slight change that even the most observant wouldn't realise.

Bruce could barely keep up the 'Brucie' act with Tony bragging about how Stark Enterprises profits have shot up with him finding a 'prodigy' and someone who will take over the company once he retires.

"Not at all. The more the merrier. I assume you wouldn't mind me inviting more people as well." Tony sipped his wine, he wasn't one to back out from a challenge, especially when he is so confident.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

This certainly wasn't how the Justice League and the Avengers expected their next meeting to happen. A petty fight between the two men that singlehandedly funds their respective teams causing all of them to be in one room together.

"Well then, Stark. Where is this prodigy that you speak so highly of?" Bruce said as he sported his famous batglare.

"I assure you she is on her way. She should just be right about done with her mission." Tony replied with the same tone, shooting a glare as well.

Meanwhile the two teams were watching this as if it was the most entertaining show they have seen.

.

.

.

"Hey I'm here." Y/n entered the hall, still wearing her assassin suit, though her signature black hood was down, revealing her face.

Silence seemed to engulf the room.

"Kid... Your hood."

"...Fuck."

hi! i might have disappeared for a month :D To those who are waiting for more parts of DC x Super/Kent!Reader it will come... eventually. I'm having the biggest writer's block for that specific AU so uhm yeah! I wasn't really planning on making that AU a series since it was mostly just me being bored and writing for the lols but since it received so much attention [thank you guys so much!] I have to do it now. i was doing some worldbuilding and already know how I want the reader to be and allat but I cant really think of how to shape the story ukukuk. so yeah stay tuned for that! also this thing was also just a blurb. Might make somewhat of continuation parts if I feel like it. [Also the neglected!batsis! fanfics I've been reading is getting to me. i have a feral urge to create a diff AU series for that] Also would you guys be interested in me creating a twitter/insta account or like a tele channel to post random things

[girlyteengirlcore]

cw: dom!ambessa, sub!reader, overstimulation, orgasm control??, clit torture, cunnilingus, anal fingering, slight bondage, power dynamic, pet names, impact play, safe word mentioned but not used, guided masterbation

wc: 1.6k

Your ears are ringing from the countless orgasms you’ve been exposed to. The tears pouring down your cheeks are only used as encouragement for your wife, encouragement to continue the pleasurable torture.

Ambessa has your legs pushed up against your chest with her left forearm, her other hand occupied with the task of pummelling three of her fingers in and out of you at an intense speed. You had tried for over an hour to get her to relent, your cries falling on deaf ears. She didn’t even give you a verbal answer since she was busy using her mouth to suck up your clit into her mouth and swirl patterns on it with her tongue. Using her teeth every now and then to get a more vocal reaction out of you.

You’ve gone nearly completely silent, breaking the squelching filled silence with your whimpers whenever you were about to cum. Your body is so tired, your brain screaming at you to say your safe word but it all felt too good. Using your hands to push her away wasn’t an option either, she made sure of that by handcuffing them to the headboard above you before she begun.

You feel as if a higher power had granted you mercy when she moves off of your clit for the first time, in a way that’s exactly what happened. This victory was very short-lived when you feel her fingers exit you and her tongue enter you. To your dismay, you see her previously occupied fingers start moving towards your clit. This change in rhythm gives you the idea to squirm up the bed to try and get away, so you do just that. Looking to get some sort of break.

She stops everything she’s doing to look up at you, she looks directly into your eyes and holds her intimidating gaze until she feels you’ve gotten the message. She reaches up with her left hand and swings it in the air, milliseconds later you feel the impact of the hit. Soon after that, your vision comes back and you feel the hand gripping your jaw. You lock eyes with the woman above you.

“Child, if you dare to do anything of that nature again, you will regret it.” A chill ran down your spine, making you shiver.

“Do you hear me, girl?” She all but spits in your face.

You nod, sheepishly. Still in shock, you try to not let the new wave of tears spill from your eyes. You fail, miserably at that. You go to hold on to her, to wrap your arms around her neck and embrace her, only to then be reminded that you can’t.

“I want a reply.”

“Yes,” you respond in one of the quietest voices she’s ever heard.

“Yes what?” It almost as if she’s staring right through you.

“Yes, I hear you. I won’t move.” Your words interrupted by sobs and sniffles.

She moves her hand up to your face to wipe away your tears; a small gesture with huge impacts.

“Good. Now, where was I?” Her rhetorical question shocks you back into reality.

“Wai-! Wait, please. Please ‘Bessa, just give me a moment.”

You didn’t realise you were holding your breath until she accepts your request with a small nod. You empty your lungs, relieved. She takes to kissing up the back of your thighs and back down again, ghosting the tips of her fingers up your waist. Resulting in your fast breaths, turning into slow and steady ones. Once you are ruled competent, she doesn’t hesitate to continue.

She pulls the hood of your clit up and uses the tip of her tongue to draw little patterns on it, you chuckle once you realise she spelling her name. She then latches her mouth onto your clit, collects the mix of her spit and your arousal on one of her fingers and uses it as lube for your other hole. The dual stimulation brings you to another orgasm a lot faster than you were anticipating, you buck your hips up and let out some cute little whimpers. Ambessa’s mouth follows you wherever you go, there is no escaping her when she’s hungry.

Your orgasm resulted in another one of her fingers pushing into your ass. Your eyes rolling back in your head as less than a minute later your next orgasm was up and coming, barely giving you enough time to recoup after the last. At this point you are thrashing around, the sound of the handcuffs scraping on the wooden head board was very unpleasant for the both of you, but you were no longer in control of your movements and she sees that. Taking her fingers out of you and wrapping both of her huge arms around your legs, she continues making out with your cunt. Her head moving in circular motions to draw your orgasm out, oh boy did it work. You screamed through your teeth, she chuckled against you at your reaction.

She moves away from you and watches you pulses in overstimulation, she watches your cum drip out of you and leans in to slurp it all up. Careful to not touch your clit.

“Well done, my dear. How many was that?” She asks while crawling up next to you and unlocking the handcuffs, she brings your wrists up to her mouth and kisses them gently. You look at her dumbfounded, how on earth were you to remember how many times you came? She sees the confusion on your face and laughs.

“I’m just joking.” You huff a little in amusement.

She places you on top of her, so your back is against her chest. You spread your legs once again, knowing what’s coming. Every time you have sex always ends in one final orgasm from you while you are in her hold. This is where you unwind, you get to ground yourself with the help of her touch all around you. It’s slow and loving and very much necessary.

“Well done, I didn’t even have to instruct you.” She teases.

She pulls your legs up and places her elbows on the inside of your knees, trapping you, so that you are completely at her mercy. While this isn’t meant to be torturous in any way, she does know that if she doesn’t restrain you, you will make this very hard.

You already know what to do, you reach down with both hands and open yourself up for her. She slowly reintroduces herself with your pussy, covering it fully with her hand making small movements but nothing too much. Then, she pushes one finger inside of you, making you cringe at the sound it makes.

“Rub your clit for me, baby.”

“I- I can’t, it’s too much. I can- can’t do it.”

“I’m not really asking you, sweetheart. Come on, you can do it.” An encouraging yet sinister smile takes over her face. She moves her fingers out of you and takes over pulling the hood of your clit up.

You put your finger in your mouth and then place it on your abused clit, the sensation making you gasp. You make very slow circles, not wanting to overwhelm yourself too much.

“Faster, love. I’m right here, you can do it.”

Alas, her words are meaningless to you. You’re stuck at the current speed, there’s no changing it. Until she grabs your finger with her thumb, index, and middle finger and uses them to move your finger for you. Speeding up your movements slightly.

“There we go. Not that bad, is it?”

You don’t answer, you can’t. It’s all too much. You’re twitching and all you focus on is hurdling towards what will be your final orgasm of the night. Holding your breath, waiting for it to wash over you.

“Breathe, sweetheart. No holding your breath, breathe through it, dear.” You nod, letting out a breath before slowly taking another shaky one in.

She knows by the bucking of your hips and shallow breaths that you are nearly at the finish line.

“Look at that, you’re going to cum again aren’t you, gorgeous?”

You nod feverishly, trying to speed up your finger even if it hurts because you know it will feel amazing once you finish.

“Uh uh, this is the perfect speed. Don’t forget to breathe, my darling.”

“But I’m ne-”

“Excuse me?”

Your silence answers her question.

“ ‘Bessa I’m gonna cum- can I cum please.”

“Of course you can.”

“I want you to do it, please ‘Bessa. Please make me cum.” All shame left your body a while ago, that comes with being married to Ambessa. There’s no room for shame, unless she makes room for it. If you want something, ask nicely.

“I would love to.”

She takes over and immediately you feel warm waves of pleasure wash over you, again and again. You let out loud, obscene moans. She guides you through your orgasm with small kisses on your jaw and neck, leaving small marks on the area.

“Well done, my love. You’re all done now.” She says while turning you around so that you can dig your face into the crook of her neck. Her scent filled your noses and calmed you down, almost sending you straight to sleep.

“We must bathe, dear. You can sleep then, don’t fall asleep just yet.”

The next hour or so is used to clean and relax you for your nights sleep, Ambessa uses this time to not only get you ready for bed but to bring you back down. To ground you fully, to make you aware of your obedience, and to praise your actions from the events preceding.

You fall asleep in her arms, feeling more than loved.

I don’t know where this came from, I just started writing and then didn’t stop

[freela]

for the love of god please help me

Hi, I'll get right to the point. In July last year, my mom and I had to move in with a family member and are currently living in her garage. This family member is a vindictive, hateful, and manipulative person, goes through our things when we're gone, does not allow us to eat after certain times, slams doors to startle us, and constantly hangs it over our heads how "gracious" she was to let us live in her garage instead of letting us be on the street. Despite complaining that she is embarrassed of us living here and wants us out of here as soon as possible/constantly threatens kicking us out (despite coming to us about us living here), we have to pay for our own food, toilet paper, etc., and my mom has to pay HALF the electric bill (this family member will randomly turn all the lights on in the house and leave them on/turn them back on when we turn them off in hopes of getting more money from my mom for the electric bill) as well as rent simply for just living here, and this eats up each paycheck my mom gets and we have not been able to save up absolutely anything to move out. Any money we save up at this point relies entirely on me having an income, and I have been job-hunting since August and haven't heard from anywhere yet. I have never been in contact with such an evil individual in close quarters like this, the way we're treated here/watching how my mom is treated is draining me of my mental well-being and there is nowhere to go to get a break, I feel hopeless that we will ever be able to move out any time soon. I had to re-home my cat who is being fostered by a friend for the time being, and it's not the main priority because I know she is safe and cared for, but on top of everything I just miss my cat so badly it hurts and I just want to be able to get by enough to get our own place and be reunited with her.

I'm opening up commissions, they are pay what you want. I truly do not care enough at this point to accurately price my art, I am so at a loss for what to do until I get a job that I am willing to accept any amount in exchange for my art. I have some recent examples of what I can do if anyone is interested listed below (I apologize for the awkward formatting).

(Text says "Simple pixel doodles/paintings" and "More detailed/clean drawings, shading/backgrounds") I have a Bluesky where I will be posting commissions on if given permission.* I also have a Bluesky for nsfw art that I do not feel comfortable sharing the name of out in the open, but if you are 18+ feel free to dm me about this. *For both my regular and nsfw Bluesky accounts, I will post commissions ONLY if given permission by the buyer. If you do give permission for me to post it, you can let me know if you'd like it to be known it's for you, or if you'd like me to leave you anonymous. All posted commission art will be posted with a large watermark that the version you get will not have. I will NOT draw: -Proship -Noncon/cnc -Aged up characters/age*play/dd*lg/anything related -Real people These apply for both my regular and nsfw Bluesky accounts. I am only able to use ca$happ, which is @/wwdits (my full name will be listed, you can check with me to confirm if you have the right account). I apologize for the inconvenience. I know this is long, but I am very desperate to convey the type of work I can do so I can make a bit of income to set aside to get out of here. Thank you so much for reading, and if you cannot commission but know someone who might be interested, please share wherever possible. Thank you so much for reading and may things get better for all of us.

[jinxvex]

can we get jinx w a very doting gf :3

♱ gf!jinx x doting (affectionate)!reader ♱

yes!! i love this request! 🖤 oneshot vibes fr!

cw: a bit angsty at first, little snippets of act 1/season 2,SFW & NSFW!!!, smutty drabble at the end, jinx pushes you into a wall once, you're very affectionate (obv), kissing, hugging, dirty talk, tribbing, praise, dom-ish!jinx & sub!reader, etc etc

wc: 1.4K

jinx had nothing; no one.

not after the her attack on piltover.

her unhinged, yet powerful act of rebellion ultimately caused a war between the city of progress and the dangerous underground city of zaun.

and had forced her into hiding…

i mean, what was worse? being caught by the stuck-up, zaunite-hating, piltie goons who murdered her mother and father or being alone?

she often contemplated that question.

she contemplated her future.

was any of it worth it now that her sister wanted nothing to do with her? now that she’s laid her adoptive father to rest in the contaminated murky river? now that she has a bounty on her head?

she wasn’t sure.

she wasn’t sure if anyone even gave a damn about her or whether she lived or died.

“it’s all just… pointless!” she replayed on a loop in her head, the place that has always been too loud and too daunting for her comfort.

jinx was alone.

well, until she met you.

as jinx sneakily roamed the dark and dingy alleyways of zaun in her not-so-discreet disguise, she was met with (almost) complete and utter silence. which casts an eerie feeling of unfamiliarity within her bones.

the lively (although still dangerous) streets of zaun were usually bustling with people. drunks, shimmer addicts, salesmen, crooks, and goons alike typically overcrowd every inch of the sunken city, which used to allow her to go wherever she pleased without anyone noticing her.

since the enforcers started raiding the city and imprisoning the people of zaun, a petty punishment for her own wrongdoings, many zaunites didn’t feel safe. they opted to stay inside, shut themselves out, and draw the blinds closed to prevent them from being taken too.

as jinx continues to walk towards her destination, “home”, a wave of loneliness washes over her, a feeling she so desperately had attempted to rid herself of for years.

she isn’t inclined to speak, though. not out loud to empty space or to the voices. maybe she’d save that for home.

as her head is angled downwards, looking at her dragging feet, she turns another corner in order to make her way back to her humble abode.

and all of a sudden, she bumps into a hard, human-shaped object? as she backs up menacingly after plummeting into something, she slowly brings her head up and is met with the sight of… you.

“a girl?” she exclaims in her head.

“a pretty one.”

“does she live near here?”

“wait! does she know who i am?”

“is she here to kill me? take me away?”

“no. no! i can’t let her.”

“not now…”

“damn it!”

her thoughts overflow with endless possibilities and scenarios that cause her to grip your shoulders and harshly back you up into the hard surface of a cement building without warning.

you gasp loudly, but as you bring your hands up to fight back and protect yourself from whatever is about to come, your moments are suddenly still.

as you look into her pinkish, vibrant eyes, you’re met with fear. you’re met with anger, loneliness, and suffering, which prompt you to freeze. her face is littered with fresh cuts, scrapes, and scars. your heart squeezes in empathy as you look into each other's eyes—jinx not even having the energy to reach for her gun out of concern for herself.

“you’re hurt.” you mutter softly. your caring nature immediately wanting to help her. jinx. and yes, you know of her. that doesn’t matter to you now.

her eyes still gaze into yours, even as she removes her hands from your shoulders.

“yeah, tell me ‘bout it, sweetness.” she laughs almost mockingly, not towards you, but at herself.

“want me to clean that up?” you point your chin up at the wounds on her face.

she blinks at you incredulously before allowing a smirk to grace her features for the first time in what seems like forever.

“damn! take a girl out to dinner first, babe.”

you smile.

… ( mini time skip!! a couple months)

jinx wasn't used to physical and emotional affection. love. let alone romantic gestures. silco looked after her but struggled to give the affection a parent would once he took her in all those years ago.

at first, she was incredibly taken aback by your willingness to help her even though you knew who she was. you knew who she was and still allowed her to lead you back to her workshop to patch her up. after that day, spent cleaning her wounds, you never left.

she was enamored by you.

by your ability to love.

you were moderately affectionate in the beginning, but as the weeks passed, your excessive praise and doting intensified. at first, it was lingering touches on her face after you insisted on "checking" her facial bandages. then it was moving her hair out of her face and caressing the sides of her head when she's in an episode.

once you started coming up behind her as she was working on her gadgets to link your arms around her waist and lay your head on her shoulder, she was hooked on you.

she did initially flinch and curl out of your touch, but as she took in your scent and realized it was you, she relaxed. she accepted you.

...

"just me!" you exclaim happily as you nudge your face into her neck, and she softly gasps when you give her small, gentle pecks.

"hmmph! you're too sweet to me, buttercup! scares me sometimes..." she fluctuates the tone of her voice from happy to unsure and back to happy again.

one thing she is sure of, though, is her love for you.

as you peer up at her from the side of her neck, you tighten your arms around her, "you deserve it. all the hugs, kisses and love!"

you both never felt a need to verbally establish a label on your relationship.

the night you took each other's first kiss, there was a mutual understanding. you were hers, and she was yours.

when she's with you, the voices quiet, and the visions aren't as prevalent anymore. she feels safe. not just because she's in hiding, still successfully dodging piltover, but because you're there.

although that is the case, you still make her crazy for you.

your unconditional affection ignites a fire inside her that loving you could only put out.

...(nsfw incoming!!)

"s-shit, babe! fuck!" her voice echoes throughout the seemingly endless depths of her workshop as she circles her hips and drags her wet cunt against yours.

your moans and little "oh my g-god!'s" adding to the music that is your pussies grinding together to make filthy sloshing noises.

"fuckin' pussy is so so good, bunny! pl-eease!" she begs you, although she's the one above you, her hand pushing one of your legs up to rest on her shoulder and her other hand pressing your leg down onto the couch. her ass is perched on your upper thigh to allow her to buck her hips up into your cunt as close as she possibly can.

"yes! yes! more, baby! you feel so good!" you babble as you lay back, looking up at her through your eyelashes. she's sitting right side up as she continues to hump your cunt with her eyes glued shut in concentration.

she can feel every pulse, every throb of your heat as she chases her high, and it affects her deeply.

"you're perfect, y-you know that?" you question. "fucking perfect. i love you so much!" she almost stills. that "perfect" word causes her heart to beat out her chest. she slows down slightly as she opens her eyes and looks down at you, looking back at her lovingly.

now inspired by your praise, she then speeds up, even faster and rougher than before.

"yeah? yeah? 'm perfect, baby? you loveee me?" she asks you mockingly as she stares into your eyes.

"yes! you feel so good. so perfect! fuckin' love you! need ta' cum! you scream out.

"mhm! thought so. then show me how good you're feelin' and cum all over me." she demands of you. "make a mess on this pussy, toots."

she lets out a "give me that shit, baby" and a "need my sweet girl to cum, so fuckin' nice to this pussy" to urge you on.

"fu-uck! right there! i'm cumming!"

"shit, me too!"

...

as you both come down from your high, she eventually lets your leg down and sits you upright to hug you tightly.

she feels so appreciated, so loved in the moment that she cups your jaw with her shaky hands and kisses you hard.

"i love you, hon. you're so..."

"i love you too, pow."

...

and y'all live happily ever after, and the events of act 3 NEVERRR happen!!! 😜🥳‼️

[angrythingstarlight]

I like how unassuming malyshka appears. She gets to lead a double life as Bucky’s wife. She’s not in on the business as a partner but she knows more than anyone would suspect and has power over him

You have him in the palm of your hand. Bucky knows it. You know it. His inner circle knows it. Everyone else can only speculate.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

CW: Semi-public smut, mafia Bucky is a menace.

WC: 1K.

A/N: Sinday drabble. Written on my phone, unbetad. Sinday drabbles are back!

It’s enthralling to saunter into one of his restaurants, Bucky only a few steps behind you, and watch the atmosphere change. The conversations waning until all you can hear is the sharp click, click of your heels on the sleek floors. Respect and admiration with a subtle edge of fear permeate the room as he guides you to one of the exclusive areas.

For a business meeting of course.

Or so he claims.

But everyone can see the way he looks at you, his stoic expression can’t conceal his passionate gaze. They notice the way his tattooed hand lingers on the small of your back. Everyone can tell that Bucky wants to eat you up. Strip you bare and devour you like you were a five-course meal and his favorite dessert all in one tantalizing package.

They don’t dare say anything. At least when he’s within hearing distance anyway. Just watching with curious gazes, not even daring to breathe until he passes their table.

Immediately after the door closes to his secluded section, the restaurant explodes in a litany of hushed whispers about the pakhan and his gallerist. Rumors flow wild and rampant over glasses of wine.

Little do they know how true they are.

The pakhan is fucking you. Whenever and wherever you’ll let him. His version of a good morning is to start his day with his head between your thighs. And Bucky has been having a lot of good mornings. Bucky spends his nights finding new ways to coax those pretty little sounds out of your pretty little mouth.

What they don’t know is how much he loves you.

That he’s proud to be wrapped around your finger. That he thinks of you throughout the day, that he spoils you, protects you. That he gives you whatever you want without hesitation.

They’ll never know that he has your name hidden in his tattoos.

They better hope they never discover that he means it when he vowed that he’ll burn the city to the ground if anything were to happen to you.

And Bucky will definitely make sure that no one but him hears you gasp out his name as he pulls you onto his lap the second the waiter leaves with your order. Dress pushed up to your thighs, panties twisted to the side. His large hands bring your hips down as he pushes up into you, inch after inch until you swear you can’t handle anymore. His deep, rich voice in your ear saying I’m almost there, just let me in Malyshka.

You’re trying, you really are, you need this so bad. God after all this time you’d think you’d be used to his size, to how big he is. The way he’s stretching you feels is so incredibly intense. You fist two handfuls of the expensive lace tablecloth as you drop your head next to his whiskey glass.

A slow, controlled roll of his hips and he’s fully inside you. Fuck, you feel so damn good. His low groan sinks into your veins, the sheer desperate neediness in his tone makes you even wetter.

Only you can bring this side out of him.

His pace steadily builds, driving into you with relentless precision, hitting that spot deep inside you like he owns it. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you up until you’re back is flush with his chest. He needs more of you. Bucky cradles your face, turning your head so he can kiss you, his plush lips slot over yours. The lingering taste of his whiskey melds onto your tongue, the kiss deepening with every passing second. His hand drops to your aching clit, drawing languid circles over and over. You cling to him, your nails digging into his wrists. A tight knot of pure hot pleasure forms deep inside you. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

He inhales your sobs and moans, the frantic noises fueling his desire to ruin you. Going faster, harder until you tighten around him, breaking the kiss with a sharp cry of his name.

His eyes drinking in your expression with pride as your eyes roll back and your mouth goes slack on a soft whimper. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. If he had time, he get two, maybe three more out of you. But he promised you lunch before you had to go back to the gallery.

And he always takes care of his girl. Because you do the same for him.

By the time the waiter tentatively knocks on the door, you’re back in your seat, trying your best not to look freshly fucked. Bucky’s smirk lets you know you’re failing—it doesn’t help his cum is dripping out of you or that he had just whispered in your ear that if your food wasn’t on its way, he’d be on his knees pushing every drop back into you.

“Come in.”

Still high off your orgasm, you can’t even fake being exasperated when he tucks your panties into his pocket with a devilish wink. You don't even remember him taking them off you. Much to his amusement, you avert your gaze, cheeks burning as people file in carrying trays. If they know what he just did to you, they don’t let on.

Everything is seamlessly served. Plates set in front of you with a flourish, glasses refilled, and the fragrant scents of your meal float through the room. As the last person leaves, your waiter stands at the door. “Will that be all sir?”

“Yes. And don’t worry about bringing a dessert menu.” Bucky leans back in his chair, his darkened, heady gaze caressing your face, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “I already know what I want."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Barter 3

Warnings: suggestions of death, I am a dark blog and I write dark things.

Summary: You are bargained to be wife to the witcher if he can slew the beast in the village.

Character: Geralt of Rivia

**note, I am not a Witcher genius or aficionado and so I may get some things wrong.

As usual, I appreciate any and all feedback and enthusiasm. Please reblog and leave a comment. Love! 😍

There’s a hush throughout the barn. The guildmen crowd around the doors as Todrick presses himself to the wood. With the help of several others, he lifts the bar that keeps the entrance in place. You sit with Marsh and watch patiently. A group of women titter nervously and wring their hands. 

The end of the bar hits the ground with an echoing thunk and the men angle it away to lean against a post. The doors shift as the clustered bodies let them open bit by bit. The smell of dew pervades the space, swallowing up the stink of confinement. 

There’s a gasp and the doors are let go. The daylight pours over Todrick and the guildmen. They stare out into the village. 

“The fog has lifted,” Marsell declares. 

“The witcher has slain the beast,” Todrick adds. 

The women creep forward as your little brother stirs against you. His head is wobbly as he sits up, still confused in the dregs of sleep. You rub his bony back and peer around. Your father sits in a corner, as despondent as the day the witcher came. 

“Is it true?” Caralyn appears with her sisters, Orania and Aster, “has he done it?” 

You look over at the doors as Todrick fusses with the short sword on his belt and steps out with heavy hesitance in his boots. Marsell keeps close as he follows and the other men clutch their tools, hammers and sickles alike, as they brave the open air. 

“I am to be wed,” you squeeze Marsh’s shoulder. 

“Will you go away?” Your brother asks. “Like mother and Lessa?” 

You share a look with Caralyn, “I will go wherever my husband bids, Marsh. And I shall miss you and father but perhaps he would be gracious to let me visit.” 

Marsh sniffles, “I will be alone.” He wipes his cheeks mournfully, “without Lessa, without mother, and father...” 

“You will have us,” Caralyn says. “We have all lost those we love so we must learn to love what is left.” 

He nods but continues to snivel. He turns and clings to you, “promise you’ll come back. Promise.” 

You pet his head as icy hollowness consumes you. You stare up at your loyal friend. You gulp, “I promise, Marshy. I will see you again.” 

Caralyn gives a bittersweet smile before her sisters tear her way. They catch up to her brothers as the men without holler. “It is gone. It is clear.” 

A cheer goes up and draws the women from their fear as they creep forward to see through the barn doors. You stay as you are as those who live erupt in glee. Marsh continues to weep as you find not well to draw from. You are empty. 

Your strength only comes with the approach of hooves. You lift your head and look at the wall as if you might see through it. You gently urge your brother away and take him by the hand. You bring him up with you and near the doors. 

The dark horse and its rider come up between what is left of the mill and a house. There is ruin left in the wake of the unnatural fog. Whatever that monster was, it ate at more than the living. 

You step out with Marsh and stop him. You bend to hug him and whisper to him, “I love you brother, keep well.” 

“Sister,” he sobs as you pull back. 

You give him over to Caralyn and she ushers him away, her own face streaked in grief. A sombre air falls over the uproar. The villagers quiet and Todrick looks in your direction. The rest follow his gaze. They watch as you stride toward the witcher. 

He slows his steed and looks down upon you. You bow your head, “you have defeated the evil as promised, sir, and so, on behalf of my people, I will fulfill my duty. We are most grateful for your service.” 

You keep your chin down, your body rigid, your spirit shaky. He does not respond but to extend his arm, his leather gauntlet filling your vision. You steel yourself and latch onto him. He hauls you up and sits you in front of him. He clicks his tongue and the horse sweeps around and canters away. 

Just like that, as swiftly as he came, you are gone off to your fate. A witcher’s wife, whatever that may entail. 

[m4rv3l-girl]

Bucky Barnes has always been gentle and soft especially when it comes to sex, but when y/n gets impatient she decides to put on buckys dog tags and walk into their bedroom with nothing but his dog tags on bucky goes absolutely fairl. so much so that he breaks the bed, but when he wakes up the next morning with y/n in his arms he notices quite a few bruises all over y/ns body on her hips arms and thighs. bucky has always been terrified of hurting you. he has always taken precautions to keep you safe but now? bucky starts distancing his self from her sleeping on the couch, leaving the house days at a time, even though y/n has assured him that shes fine and enjoyed every part of that night. how will bucky ever forgive himself?

Bruises

Warnings: smut. Unprotected sex. Bruising. Rough sex (consensual.)

Bucky Barnes had always prided himself on his control.

Decades of discipline, forged in fire and tempered by a lifetime of trauma, made him a master of his own strength. But with you - his best girl - he was something else entirely. Gentle. Reverent. He never wanted to scare you, let alone hurt you. And when it came to intimacy, he treated you as if you were made of spun glass.

It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate his care; you loved him for it. But sometimes, you craved the side of him he worked so hard to suppress - the raw, unfiltered passion you occasionally glimpsed in the clench of his jaw or the way his metal hand gripped the edge of the counter when you teased him. Tonight, you decided to test the waters. To see if you could coax out the side of Bucky he kept locked away.

You were nervous as you slipped into the bedroom, clad in nothing but his dog tags.

The cool metal rested against your collarbone, the faint clink of the chain a quiet accompaniment to your steps. You glanced at the mirror, catching sight of yourself, and smiled. You looked bold—and you felt even bolder.

When Bucky walked into the room, his blue eyes instantly found you. He froze, his gaze sweeping over your body. His dog tags caught the light, drawing his attention to the way they nestled between your breasts.

“Doll…” he said, his voice low and rough, the single word thick with disbelief and want.

You took a step toward him, letting the sway of your hips speak for you. “Hi, Sergeant,” you said, your voice soft but laced with mischief.

His jaw worked, his hands clenching at his sides as if he was afraid to touch you. “You trying to kill me, kitten?”

You grinned. “Maybe I just wanted to see what it takes to make you lose control.”

The look that crossed his face was feral, a spark of something untamed and raw flaring to life in his eyes. In a heartbeat, he closed the distance between you, his hands, one flesh, one metal - cupping your face as he kissed you. It wasn’t the careful, measured kiss you were used to; it was hungry, possessive, and utterly consuming.

His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, his self-control hanging by a thread that you had just tugged with a cheeky smile and a whispered dare. You had never seen him like this - so close to the edge.

As he kissed you again, his hands roamed over your body, no longer tentative but demanding. He traced the contours of your hips and the curve of your waist, his metal fingers leaving a trail of shivering warmth wherever they touched. The sensation was electrifying, a stark contrast to the softness of his lips and the gentle brush of his thumbs against your skin. You could feel the power in him, a coiled spring ready to snap, and it only made you want more.

Encouraged, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His response was immediate and fierce. He deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming yours in a dance that was passionate and desperate. You felt him shift against you, his arousal unmistakable and a thrill shot through you. This was the Bucky you had only dreamed of, wild and utterly yours.

With a growl, he pulled you into his lap. His eyes searched yours for permission, and with a nod you granted it. He positioned himself at your entrance, the anticipation making your heart race. You straddled him, feeling the slick of his skin and the heat of his body beneath you.

You leaned forward, the cold metal of the dog tags grazing your skin as you did. The sight of them was intoxicating - his history, his identity, and now, a symbol of your connection - framing the swell of your breasts. He groaned as you slid down onto him, inch by inch, taking him in with a deliberate slowness that had his hands clutching at the sheets.

Once fully seated, you began to move, rising and falling with a rhythm that made his eyes roll back. His hands found your hips, guiding you, urging you faster. You leaned back and watched as your breasts bounced with the motion, the tags glinting with each movement.

"Fuck," he breathed, the word a guttural sound of reverence. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into your skin just shy of painful. "You're so beautiful, Y/N."

Encouraged by his response, you leaned into his touch, pushing down harder with each stroke. He met you, thrusting up to meet your hips with a force that sent waves of pleasure through your body.

"Tell me," you panted, your voice a whispered challenge. "What do you want?"

Bucky's eyes snapped back to yours, the hunger in them unmistakable. "I want all of you," he said, his voice a dark rumble. "I want to feel you come apart in my arms, screaming my name."

The raw honesty of his words sent a shiver down your spine. You had never heard him speak like this, never seen this side of him. It was like watching a caged animal finally set free, and the thrill of it made your heart race.

You leaned closer, your breath mingling with his as you whispered back, "Then take me, Bucky. Make me yours."

He groaned, his head dropping to your neck.

"I need you," he said, his voice a mix of grit and need. "Need you like this."

Without another word, he flipped you over onto your stomach, the sudden change in position making your heart race even faster. The coolness of the sheets was a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. He kissed along your spine, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands held you in place, one on the small of your back and the other gripping your hip, as he positioned himself behind you.

The first thrust was a shock, a blunt intrusion that made you gasp. But it wasn’t painful; it was a perfect storm of sensations - his metal hand on your skin, his hot breath on your neck, the feeling of him stretching you open. He didn’t hold back, his movements deep and powerful, the bed shaking beneath you with the force of his desire.

You moaned into the pillow, the fabric muffling the sound as he claimed you. Each stroke was a declaration, a declaration of his need for you. You could feel the tension coiling in your belly, tightening with every thrust, every grind of his hips against yours. His hand reached around, finding your clit and rubbing circles in time with his movements.

The room was a cloud of heat - the slap of skin on skin, the muffled jingle of the dog tags, your whiny cries, and the harsh pant of his breath. It was primal, animalistic, and absolutely exhilarating.

Bucky's grip tightened, his pace increasing, his need for you spiraling out of control. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck, his breath coming in harsh pants. "You're mine," he murmured, the words a growl of possession that made your clit throb.

You pushed your ass back, sinking into him, begging for more. His hand slipped down to your hip, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he held you in place. The pressure built, the tension reaching a peak as he claimed you, his movements becoming erratic with his own approaching climax.

The bedframe creaked ominously under your combined weight and his strength. With a loud crack, it gave way entirely and the wooden boards dipped.

Neither of you cared.

You felt the moment he lost control, the moment he let go. His body tensed, his cock pulsing deep within you, filling you with a warmth that spread like wildfire through your veins. His teeth sank into the tender flesh of your shoulder, a silent roar of ecstasy escaping him as he came. The sharp pain was a shock, but it only served to heighten your own pleasure, pushing you over the edge as your orgasm crashed through you, making your legs shake and your toes curl.

You collapsed against the mattress, panting and trembling as Bucky pulled out of you, his grip on your hip loosening. He laid beside you, chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling.

That night, Bucky was everything you’d hoped for and more. He let go of his self-imposed restraint, meeting your desires with an intensity that left you both satisfied.

By the time dawn broke, you were tangled in the sheets, Bucky’s arms wrapped protectively around you. You drifted in and out of sleep, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.

When Bucky woke, the first thing he noticed was you. You looked peaceful, your face relaxed and serene. But as his gaze roamed, it caught on the faint purpling of bruises along your hips, the finger-shaped marks on your arms, and the light smattering of discoloration on your thighs. His stomach dropped.

Panic set in, the events of the previous night flashing through his mind. He’d been rough….too rough. The broken bed, the bruises… What had he done?

He carefully untangled himself from you and slipped out of bed. You stirred, mumbling sleepily, but didn’t wake. Bucky stood at the edge of the bed, his hands trembling. He stared down at you, guilt carving deep lines into his face.

For the next few days, Bucky avoided you. He slept on the couch, claiming he didn’t want to disturb your sleep. He left the apartment for hours at a time, sometimes overnight, without telling you where he was going. When you tried to talk to him, he brushed you off with a strained smile and a mumbled excuse.

You were frustrated and hurt. He’d always been communicative, even about difficult things, but now he was shutting you out completely. And worse, you knew why.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore. One evening, as he was lacing up his boots to leave yet again, you stood in front of the door, arms crossed.

“No,” you said firmly. “You’re not running away this time.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. “I’m not running, Y/N.”

“Yes, you are,” you snapped. “And I’m not going to let you keep doing this. Talk to me, Bucky.”

He let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping. “I hurt you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I swore I’d never hurt you, and I did.”

You softened, stepping closer to him. “Bucky, look at me.” When he didn’t, you cupped his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. “Yes, I have bruises. But they don’t hurt. And even if they did, I’d wear them proudly because they’re from you.”

He flinched. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” you insisted. “I wanted you—all of you. And you gave that to me. I’m not scared of you, Bucky. I never have been, and I never will be.”

His hands came up to cover yours, his touch tentative. “I’ve spent my whole life trying to control this… this thing inside me. What if one day I can’t? What if I really hurt you?”

“Then we deal with it,” you said simply. “Together. But last night? That wasn’t you losing control. That was you trusting me enough to let go. And I’ve never felt more loved.”

His eyes glistened, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you might disappear. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “I’m so sorry.”

“Do not apologize,” you said, your voice muffled against his chest. “I asked for it, I wanted it and God, I enjoyed it.”

It took a few minutes of skeptical silence, but Bucky slowly began to let go of his guilt.

Following the confrontation, he stopped sleeping on the couch, started opening up to you again, and eventually, the playful spark in his eyes returned. And while the bed needed replacing, the memory of that night became a cherished on.

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Hope this is what you wanted! 😉

[little-diable]

God’s Garden - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)

A small priest drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader always imagines being touched by Priest Riddle, something he finally does when she confesses her sins.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, smut, being touched for the first time, virgin!reader, religious setting

Pairing: Priest!Tom Riddle x fem!reader (1.6k words)

“He’s so good looking, isn’t he?” She had her eyes set on him as her friend whispered the words, unable to bite down a giggle. He was indeed good looking, towering over all others like a statue of a godlike figure, drawing all eyes towards him wherever he went.

“Stop it!” (Y/n) tugged on her friend’s wrist with a laugh, not wanting to gain the attention of the tall priest who was now looking at the two young women from afar. She shot him a soft smile before turning from him, knowing that heat was crawling up her body like water rising higher and higher, set on drowning her in the sinful longing she felt.

“Oh god, he’s coming over.” (Y/n)’s eyes snapped towards Priest Riddle’s frame, watching him push through the crowd of people, mumbling words she couldn’t hear. The burning down sun coated him in a soft light, adding an aurora that perfectly contrasted his black suit.

“Afternoon, (y/n), Mandy.” His raspy voice made her clench her thighs, grateful that she was wearing a long dress that hid most parts of her body from his intense gaze. She didn’t hear the words her friend mumbled, leaving (y/n) alone with the tall priest.

“Your mother told me you made those brownies?” He took a step closer as he spoke, letting her take in the scent of his cologne. She struggled to focus on his words, having to scream at herself not to get lost in thoughts God would curse her for.

“I did, Priest Riddle.” Her soft smile left him chuckling. Two necklaces dangled from his neck, a cross and what appeared to be a dark rosary she hadn’t seen him wear so far, drawing her eyes towards them as if they were a swinging pendulum foretelling her future.

„Well, they’re heavenly, sweetheart.“ Priest Riddle‘s hand found her wrist, softly squeezing the warm skin. The touch sent a buzzing sensation down her spine, making goosebumps rise on her arms and neck as if she was freezing. He was a God, a man so powerful and intimidating, she still wondered how she managed to speak a single word to him.

“Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.” Another raspy laugh left him. A sound that reminded her of last night’s wandering thoughts, where she imagined him holding her close, whispering words no man had ever said to her.

“Do you still want me to take your confession tonight?” No longer could she hold eye contact, struck by the nervousness she couldn’t shake. It had been a stupid mistake, asking him to take her sins from her - sins he was the cause of. A foolish mistake to speak those words to him, knowing that she’d have to tell him of the things she imagined him doing to her.

“Oh, I don’t know.” His hand squeezed her wrist again, forcing her eyes back to him. Priest Riddle’s eyes wandered over her features, taking in every spot she always tried to hide.

“I have time, why don’t we do it now? The others are busy anyway.” He didn’t give her a chance to say no. With a smile playing on his lips, that somehow had a sinister touch to it, he pulled (y/n) from the church gathering, and towards another part of the big garden.

“Aren’t we doing it in the confessional?” It took him a moment to reply as he led her towards a bench that was surrounded by tall growing flowers. No longer could she see the others, hidden from curious eyes and nosy ears that tried to take in everything people spoke in the church.

“Why a confessional when we are surrounded by God’s finest creations. So, speak to me, (y/n). What lies heavy on your heart?” Her nervousness robbed her of her breath, forcing her eyes to snap down to his hand which was now resting on her knee. Priest Riddle had never touched her like this, he had always kept his distance as if he knew what she was thinking of late at night - a teasing distance she had always cursed. Up until today.

“I, well,” she heavily swallowed, focused on the patterns his thumb was drawing into the fabric of her dress. Heat simmered in (y/n)’s stomach, threatening to spill through her system like sacred wine staining the white cloth covering their altar, leaving stains that may never fade again. “I have sinful thoughts.”

“What kind of thoughts, (y/n)?” She could tell that he was enjoying this, the way she shuffled around on her spot, how she kept staring at his hand, how she had to stop her hand from touching him.

“About being touched.” It was just a whisper, rolling off her tongue before she could stop herself. She was sure that her face was hot, leaving her shaking while his grasp on her knee grew tighter.

“Touched how?” His tongue kissed his teeth before his smile grew wider, dripping with a darkness that left her shaking. He had her trapped, there was no way out of Priest Riddle’s grasp on her body and soul. “Like this?”

His hand wandered up her thigh, softly stroking the fabric while she buried her teeth in her lower lip. (Y/n) could only shake her head, knowing that she would struggle to explain to him how she imagined him touching her, unfamiliar with all these kinds of sensations.

“Take my hand, show me where, (y/n).” Her hand was shaking, trembling while finding his warm, big one. He interlaced his fingers with hers as she let go of a shaky breath. And with her eyes flickering up to his darkening ones, (y/n) brought his hand up her thigh, towards her clothed heat. The raspy chuckle ripping through him made her straighten her spine, wondering what he’d do to her.

“Have you ever been touched before, sweetheart?” (Y/n) once again shook her head.

A soft gasp left her as his fingers pressed against her core, teasing her through the layers of clothing. Her left hand found the edge of the bench, needing to hold onto something, while the other found his wrist. She didn’t move his hand away, only kept holding onto him as if she had to make sure that this wasn’t just a dream.

“You see, (y/n), this is nothing sinful, nothing you need to be ashamed of.” His fingers pressed against her bundle of nerves, making a quiet moan claw through her. Guided by his chuckles and her gasps, he added more pressure to his touch.

“Tell me what you think of, (y/n). What do you feel when you think of being touched?” His voice grew lower, adding a raspy layer she’d never forget about again. With her breath hitched in her chest, she let him spread her thighs further, giving his hand more room to rest between them.

“It makes me crave more, I feel light, loved by you.” It left her before she could stop the word from being spoken out loud. She felt his eyes on her face, drawing her eyes to him to study the sinister smile that grew more dangerous by the second. The words had pushed her into a grave, a grave she had dug for herself and will never be able to crawl out of again.

“You imagine me doing it?” A nod was thrown his way before another moan left her. Her body was tingling, focused on the way he moved his fingers faster, making her panties grow damp. She had never managed to go further than this, pulling her fingers from her panties before she could fall over the edge, scared of what was awaiting her.

But today she wasn’t scared. Today she craved the sensation she had read about many times before. A part of her had hoped that she’d experience the first one with him, a slim chance that had now suddenly turned all too real.

“You know, I think of touching you too, sweetheart. I crave to hear those sweet sounds you make, I wonder how soft your skin will feel beneath my fingers, I touch myself to the thought of fucking you.” The gasp that ripped through her was loud, louder than intended. But Priest Riddle didn’t stop touching her, he only added more pressure, forcing her hand to find his forearm to claw her fingernails into his skin.

She could tell that the high was close, about to claw through her as if the Devil himself was possessing her, leading her straight towards the fiery pits. But she’d take it all, every high and low - if it meant being touched like this by Priest Riddle.

“My sweet girl, there is much I will have to teach you. But you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?” The “Yes, Priest Riddle” she sobbed was violent, shaking through (y/n) while her body finally let go.

The sensation was blinding, making spots appear in her vision while his fingers kept moving, lazily circling her pulsing bundle while she rode out her first orgasm. Her body emenated heat, wrapping itself around the two while their minds held onto the sinful act they had just committed. Sins both would confess the next time they found themselves on their knees praying.

“Come by tomorrow evening for your next confession, sweetheart. And don’t forget your rosary.”

[prosciuttulipa]

Period Pain, Go Away

how the JJK men help you through your period

content: afab reader x jjk men, just fluff this time! brief dirty joke in Toji's one (because he's Toji), but every one of them is a good boi in their own way <33

a/n: on my period and am in much pain v_v i can't decide who i want to comfort me, so i'm writing for all of the men i want

Gojo Satoru who isn't just your boyfriend during your period, but a "girl's girl". He wants to spoil you with desserts and eat the leftovers that you can't finish, do face masks with those cute cucumber slices over the eyes. You want a bath? He's already drawing one, dunking in bath bombs till the water looks like a small galaxy, putting on your comfort show so you can watch it while you soak.

Dealing with pain through fun and smiles has always been his way of coping. So, yes—maybe he does look a bit silly, gossiping with you while you paint sparkles onto his nails, his hair tied up with a pink scrunchie. But what's a boyfriend for, if not to be your Ken doll during your time of need?

It hurts him more than he likes to admit, to see you wince at a bad cramp, or come out of the bathroom with the colour drained from your cheeks. When you can't manage anything more than lying in your bed, he'll rest his head against your stomach, peppering kisses wherever it hurts. "Be good to my girl," he'll jokingly threaten your uterus, poking your tummy gently, "she deserves the world."

Geto Suguru who knows your period is coming before you do. Your irritable mood and food cravings clue him in, and he takes action without saying a single word.

The day your period starts, you realise that the feminine products you usually use have been fully restocked without your notice. The fridge is filled with your period cravings, enough to last a week. Before you can even say anything, a large hand wraps around your waist and presses a hot water bottle against your abdomen. "Good morning, princess," he greets you like he hasn't just pulled off what can only be described as a small miracle, "is everything to your liking?"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry at how perfectly he's predicted you. He's a step ahead of you throughout your entire period, knowing which snack or act of affection you want just by your expression. Some might call his behaviour unreasonable; frankly, he thinks it's bullshit. "Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer," is what he quotes, when you ask him why he's so observant. "What makes you think I do not absolutely and utterly worship you?"

Nanami Kento who is obviously written by a woman, and so does not flinch when he sees the blood on the bedsheets when he wakes up earlier than you. Instead, he kisses you good morning till you're giggling, distracting you so you don't get a chance to see the stains. He changes the sheets while you're in the bathroom, throwing them in with the rest of the laundry. When you come back out, worrying you dirtied the bed, he merely shrugs. "I didn't see anything, darling."

He treats you like a queen on the daily, but during your period, you're his empress. Each word is law, each action his cue to immediately come to your aid. He'll cook every meal, and won't let you hold the spoon to feed yourself if he can help it. As far as he can see, your only responsibility this week is to lounge around, and let him spoil you rotten.

He thinks it's a crime that you still have to go to work, when you have to pop painkillers with your breakfast just to make it through the day. "I can take care of you, you know," he'll inevitably murmur, kissing the shell of your ear, "I make enough money to support us both. Take the day off, dearest. They don't need you more than I do."

Toji Fushiguro who manages to piss you off on the first day of your period. "What size pussy you wear?" he calls to ask, when he's picking up your feminine products at the corner store, "gotta make sure I take care of that kitty for all the squeezin' she does on me."

When he gets back home and finishes getting an earful on how you're more than just his pocket pussy, he apologises by scooping you up in his arms. "You know you're more than just a good fuck, doll," his words carry a rare sort of honesty, coming from him. "You're a good woman. My woman. Gun's in the second drawer, sweetheart—shoot me if I ever do wrong by you."

His touches turn softer, the smack to your ass replaced with a squeeze on the hip, kisses on your shoulders. He's got a hand on you at all times, just rubbing idle circles against your stomach or lower back to soothe your cramps. When bedtime comes, he makes you lay on your tummy, massaging away the tension in your muscles until you're all nice and pliant. He may not always know what to say, but he'll be damned if his actions make you feel like he doesn't love you.

[natalievoncatte]

The yawn stretched Lena’s jaw to the point that she felt like a cat, baring her fangs. Naturally, it prompted a Kara Danvers Pout, which was utterly devastating. Kara looked at her over the top of her drink cup, straw still pursed in her delicate pink lips as she frowned slightly.

“How long have you been awake?”

“I had a half hour nap this morning,” Lena sighed.

She’d been in the office for three days, but she didn’t admit that.

“Leeeenaaaaaaa,” Kara said, drawing her name out into a gentle rebuke. “You promised me you’d stop doing that to yourself. I’m taking you home.”

Lena’s heart skipped and Kara abruptly jerked upright, briefly glancing at her. Lena hated when that happened, when her body betrayed her. Kara meant escort her home; Lena’s thoroughly tired mind had supplied another scenario, one where Kara carried her onto the bed, relieved her of her clothes and dove between her legs, but that was never going to happen. Lena let out a long sigh of resignation, trying to be satisfied with best-friendship.

She hoped Kara hadn’t suddenly developed telepathy.

If you took me home I’d never leave. I could make love to you for a hundred years.

Kara smiled back at Lena’s wistful look. “I mean it.”

“Okay. I can come back to it tomorrow. Besides, I’m too full of grease and cheese to stay awake. Should we…”

Lena never finished her sentence. There was a crackle in the air, a sudden wet smell of ozone, and the thunderous boom that made her ears ring.

Kara flashed in front of her at super-speed, yanking off her glasses and tossing them on the couch in a smooth motion.

Hovering in the middle of her office was some ramshackle contraption resembling a mechanical eye about the size of a basketball that scanned Kara with a faint purple energy ray.

“Kara Danvers. Supergirl. I am Zeglos, Regent of the Alotian Republic. I am calling to you from the home of my people, located in what is to you a subatomic realm we call Universe Q. We need your help, you are our only hope. The invaders are slaughtering us and razing our home. There is no time.”

Kara glanced back at Lena. “I’ll help if I can. Let me-“

“There is no time. You must come with me now.”

“Wait, hold on a second-“

The machine flashed, thrumming as it powered up, and blasted here with a wave of light that surrounded them both, and then in a crackling boom they both vanished, leaving behind the ozone smell and a faint impression of Kara’s boot heels in the carpet.

Lena stared into the empty space for a moment, then shot to her feet, snatching the phone off her desk, where it had lain ignored since Kara walked into the room.

She called Alex, shocked at the blubbering panic in her own voice. Within a few minutes, everyone was there, piling into the room. Lena warded them off from the spot where Kara had stood. Alex was cold and calm, her voice clinical, and she immediately began issuing orders. J’onn took Lena aside and gently asked her probing questions in the manner of an old detective, coaxing every meager detail of the event out of her.

Within half an hour, Brainy and Lena had set up all sorts of equipment around the room, scanning, hoping to find some energy signature or other clue that could enable them to bring Kara back from wherever she’d been taken.

It proved fruitless. They tried everything.

Minutes stretched into hours. Lena was exhausted, heavy with fatigue.

“Go home, get some sleep,” said Alex. “We can’t help her if we pass out on the floor.”

“I’ll sleep here.”

She did, throwing a thin blanket over herself on the couch. It was Alex, not Lena, who cleaned up the Big Belly Burger mess. Lena slept fitfully, showered in the en-suite attached to her office, and changed into an old hoodie that she kept there and wore when no one was looking.

It wasn’t hers. Threadbare, a maroon color faded to a soft red, the back still emblazoned with a cracked and fading Midvale Mathletes Club logo, it was Kara’s. Lena had snatched it from Kara’s sofa and put it on one night when she was feeling bold and then, as now, felt surrounded by it, the oversized garment swaddling her.

And it smelled like Kara, just enough. Kara had stared at her intently for a moment when she took it that night but said nothing, a wistful sad look on her face before the moment was broken by Wynn’s bad joke at the table. Wynn was gone now, but the hoodie remained, just as it had remained when they were fighting, when she thought she’d never see Kara again. She’d worn it then and cried herself to sleep in it.

Just like now.

A day became two. Then three. Five. Lena tried everything, pursued every theory. They called in every favor, human and alien. Brainy tried to send messages to the future. Nia dreamed fruitless dreams. Alex paced like a caged animal and Kelly kept the peace, keeping them all fed, making sure everyone slept, talking things out whenever tempers flared.

Nothing worked.

Lena even tried praying, something she hadn’t done since the last time she was in a small church in Ireland. It didn’t work this time, either.

Lena was seated next to Brainy on the couch, going over a design for a new device to try to follow what was by now a thoroughly cold trail. Alex stood at the balcony door, staring out into a slashing summer rain squall that buffeted the glass with distant thunder and gusts of wind.

The ozone smell tickled Lena’s nose and she looked up, just as Kara took a stumbling step out of nowhere, appearing in her office with an utterly bewildered look on her face.

“Kara?”

Alex snapped round, adding her voice to the chorus. “Kara?”

Kara stared at her sister, open-mouthed, tears welling in her eyes.

“Alex?” she said. “Alex, you’re alive? How is that possible?”

“Alive? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Kara!” Lena cried, her voice ragged in her throat.

At the sound of her voice, Kara snapped around, eyes wide. Her knees buckled and she sagged, almost falling. She stumbled forward as Lena stood and they fell into each other, Lena hurling herself, reckless, into an embrace that revealed too much. She almost climbed Kara, all but throwing her legs around her as well as her arms as she buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck.

“Oh God. Oh Rao. I thought you would all be gone. I begged them to let me leave but they wouldn’t let me go, I had to…”

“Kara?” Alex asked, cautiously. “Why would we be gone?”

Kara barely seemed to hear her as she gently twined her fingers in Lena’s hair and wrapped her powerful arm around Lena’s waist, encircling and shielding her.

“How long has it been?”

“About a week,” Lena choked out. “I was so scared.”

“A week?” Kara blurted. “It’s only been a week here?”

Alex put a reassuring hand on Kara’s back, standing next to them. “Yeah, you were taken on Tuesday, kiddo. It’s Wednesday, the 17th.”

Kara stared past Lena, resting her chin on the shorter woman’s head, and began to sob with relief.

“Kara?” said Alex.

“Time dilation,” said Brainy.

“They told me time would pass slower up here but I didn’t believe them. I’ve been gone for… for…”

“It’s okay, Kara,” Lena whispered. “You’re okay, you’re back.”

“Eighty seven years, four months, and eighteen days,” Kara sobbed. “It’s been so long, I thought you were all dead.”

Alex stiffened. “Kara. Oh my God.”

Kara buried her face in Lena’s hair and breathed her in, shuddering. “I’d given up. All that kept me going was hoping I could see you again. This is a gift. A gift. I love you all so much.”

Kara still held her, rocking slightly, her big shoulders shaking with powerful sobs.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “Kara, it’s okay.”

“I love you,” Kara blurted. “I love you. It’s okay if you don’t love me back, I just need to tell you, I have to tell you. All I could think about down there is how stupid I was and how stupid I’ve been and how none of the reasons I never told you made any sense,” she sucked in a breath as if she’d briefly forgotten how, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

There could be no mistaking her intent. She seethed with it, it radiated from her very bones. Lena hugged her hard, crushing her with all her might as if to crawl inside her.

“God, Kara, I’ve dreamed of hearing you say that. I love you too. Let’s… mmmph!”

Kara was kissing her. Lena’s brain briefly froze, then she realized the full magnitude of what was happening. Kara was kissing her. Kara was kissing her. Then Lena was kissing her back. There was so much in it, need and lust and adoration and an unbelievable desperation, but above all love. Lena felt her heart open as if hadn’t in a long time, like a flower unfolding to receive the nurturing warmth of morning sun.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” Kara whispered when they finally broke and Lena again could breathe.

“Let me take you home,” said Lena.

[wokecipher]

Billy Pines AU

Say hi to an AU I started drawing right after the book came out, it's funny to see it show my art journey of learning to draw Bill Cipher over time.

(above being something I made yesterday vs the first time ever drawing for this idea)

This is an alternate universe of Gravity Falls, where during the collapse of Weirdmageddon, the Universe makes a teensy tiny mistake...

When Weirdmageddon was thwarted, the sudden release of chaotic energy accidentally flung a younger version of a familiar face right into Gravity Falls. This younger Bill Cipher stumbles around looking for his parents, lost and alone, until stumbling upon the statue of his "future" self.

He stays by the statue until he's found by Mabel Pines, who immediately panics and kicks him, not realizing that this tinier version of Cipher isn't the same as his counterpart.

(more doodles and huge infodump below! I plan on turning this all into a comic at some point, so, SPOILERS!! if I decide to do that, that is :P)

After the initial panic, Mabel ends up calming and realizing that this sobbing smushy version of Bill may... not be Bill. At the least, not in a way she's familiar with. She ends up retrieving Grunkle Ford who takes Billy away to study him, paranoid Bill somehow returned yet again.

Billy is frantic and confused, being in an entirely new reality is incredibly overwhelming and scary. He's also lonely and worrying, being away from his caregivers is intensely stressful and he is unable to go to them for help, comfort, or advice. Stanford is sadly not very nice at all to Billy, and sees him as a ruse by Bill to trick everyone into helping him... somehow.

Stanford and Stanley are both heavily against Billy and want him destroyed, Dipper wants him gone as well... but Mabel doesn't feel the same.

After awhile, Mabel becomes increasingly anxious over the scenario. She's worried that Billy isn't an actual threat, and starts wanting to help and understand him. Mabel is also feeling slightly guilty from kicking the kid. Meanwhile Dipper is frustrated and scared of Bill's potential return and fights against Mabel's various theories about Billy. One of Mabel's leading theories is that Billy is actually Bill's child, who just happened to show up at around the same time. She notes how young and confused he seems as evidence, alongside the obvious resemblance to Bill Cipher. Dipper thinks this is insane.

The two end up getting into an argument over the theory, leading to Mabel running out on Dipper because she's very upset over everything. It'd sorta go

Mabel would sort of start it, defensive, "He's just a baby, you guys can't do this to him without knowing it's Bill first!"

Dipper is frustrated "This is obviously a trick, Mabel! Bill is trying to trick us into... whatever this is!!" He'd probably waves his hands around, not sure what to do with himself.

Mabel is upset too, she wanted to defend the defenseless, "But what if he's not? What if he's just Bill's kid??"

"You'd take that chance?!" Dipper is very much done with this.

"... :(" Mabel doesn't really have a response. Because Mabel wants to say "YES!" but also she hates Bill too, and doesn't want him to hurt the people she cares about because of her again. So she'd probably get upset and just leave because this is VERY morally conflicting for her.

Later, Mabel decides to sneak into wherever Ford's lab is, and starts attempting to communicate with Billy. She draws and lets him draw too, but she does her best to be cautious. Mabel doesn't want to make a mistake and accidentally trust Bill again, she feels enough guilt for "starting Weirdmageddon" the first time (regardless of if its really her fault, regardless of how many times others reassure her).

(To note, Bill Cipher is still very much around, and very stuck in the Theraprism! I'd like to think he, at some point, found out about this "impostor" version of himself as a child through some doodle either Billy or Mabel made. He was probably flabbergasted and furious.)

Ford would eventually conclude this is probably not some evil plot by Bill, at least if it is, it's very convoluted and doesn't make too much sense for him to actually believe it.

Mabel eventually takes Billy home with her and Dipper because Ford can't handle being around Billy without acting very disturbed, and she can't in good conscious abandon the literal child. It also helps that she seems to be the only person Billy trusts at all.

Ford only allowed this with frequent visits and check ins.

To make this VERY long plot summary a bit shorter, what happens after this is general shenanigans a la the OG Gravity Falls show (minus the Bill Cipher drama, just fun hijinks and adventures)(there's still huge drama when it's discovered that Billy IS just Bill as a kid though, that sure won't end up deeply traumatic for any reason)!

But eventually, people grow up, people die, and Billy is left with an extinct world and alone, similar to his predecessor.

I don't think he'd turn out okay what so ever given he was ripped away from his home reality, got stuck in a place where he's hated by everyone, and raised by a family that was deeply traumatized by an alternative version of him so he's always eternally guilty for things he literally never did. Also, constantly not being able to interact with society, participate in things like school and being with people like him his age... yeah this kid isn't growing up stable I'm sorry.

Don't worry! After millions or billions of years, he ends up in the... exact same place as his counterpart. Good job Billy! Get better soon. Bill hates his ass so much.

That's all byyyyeee!

[lacy-oh-lacy]

Agatha Harkness ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

NSFW alphabet

Marvel Masterlist | Wanda alphabet

CW: Fem!Reader, Dom!Agatha, Switch!Agatha, kinky sex, cunnilingus, masturbation, rough sex, knife play, threesomes, brat taming, public sex, sex toys, Horny!Agatha, Agatha being a selfish lover, inappropriate use of magic

Aftercare

Agatha’s so sweet after sex, albeit equally as lazy. You two go at it hard and need time to recuperate, so good luck getting her out of bed to do anything afterwards, you're in a cuddle prison for the next few hours.

Body part

She's a boob woman, an ass woman, an everything woman really. As all her compliments and wandering hands suggest, she appreciates the whole smokin’ package.

Cum

Agatha almost always cums first, she’d have to be feeling really nice that day to let you cum before her.

Dirty secret

Agatha’s undoubtedly a dom, but sometimes, and only with you, she needs to be the sub, she needs to let go of all her power and mindlessly let you take care of her. It's like pulling teeth getting her to admit that though.

Experience

She's hundreds of years old, kind of a horndog, and about as far from shy as you can get, so Agatha’s definitely got more than one legendary body count.

Favorite position

Agatha's always trying new and wild positions, but a favorite she always comes back to is you in her lap. It's such a soft, casually dominant position. There's so much skin-to-skin, so much her hands can reach, and it's just as hot as it is intimate.

Goofy

The goofiest. Even in bed Agatha can't resist joking around and having fun …usually. She can also be so dramatically serious if she has something on her mind. Like, she can be desperately intimate if she needs to feel close to you, or a no-nonsense mean dom if she's using you as stress relief.

Hair

There's no way that hair bothers her, she's fine having a bush.

Intimacy

Agatha’s deeply romantic in her own way, her own dark, passionate way. She's not sweet, she makes love like she's devouring you, but honestly what's more intimate than that?

Jack off

Agatha's not one to ignore her needs. If you're busy or not in the mood she's not gonna wait around for you when she has her own two hands, not to mention magic that she can have all kinds of fun with.

Kinks

She'll try almost any kink and probably like it. Some of her favorites include: brat taming, domming, primal, knife play, threesomes, and whatever kinks you have, because you being into them automatically makes them hotter.

Location

Practically anywhere, Agatha has no shame and little regard for consequences so pretty much wherever the mood strikes is fair game. In fact, she kind of gets off on doing it places she's not supposed to (within reason).

Motivation

Its so easy, you literally don't even have to try. Like you could be fighting with her and accidentally turn her on.

No

Nothing really. Besides the very basic limits that anyone with a shred of decency would have, Agatha's pretty much up for anything at least once.

Oral

Agatha’s very blunt about her preference for receiving. She's a shameless pillow princess, which sucks for you because when she is the one giving you're on cloud nine. She's an oral savant.

Pace

She's flexible. She loves taking her time, teasing and pampering you, just as much as she loves going hard and fast, fucking you stupid.

Quickie

Oh, Agatha loves quickies. She swears she couldn't survive without them. Although, she often has a way of drawing them out long enough that they no longer qualify as “quick”.

Risk

Agatha’s already taken just about every risk there is, she's desensitized to them, and naturally she influences you to be more adventurous as well. Or in other words, she corrupts you.

Stamina

She has A LOT of stamina, in no small part due to how motivated she is when she's hot and bothered. If she is running low though there’s always magical aid.

Toys

Agatha definitely uses toys, a whole lot of ‘em in fact, but the real toy is magic. Why use a strap-on when she's one potion away from having a real dick for the night?

Unfair

Even nonsexually she's a huge tease but Agatha only gets worse in the bedroom, from her patronizing degradation to getting you worked up in public to not letting you cum. She's merciless.

Volume

Very high. Firstly, Agatha’s a chatterbox, there isn’t a moment of silence with all her dirty talk and jokes. Then as she starts to unravel her moans and cusses are so loud they could cross state lines.

Wildcard

One way she teases you is by using her magic to put dirty fantasies in your head at inopportune times. It's like sexting / sending nudes when you’re not expecting it but a thousand times worse.

X-ray

She’s so hot. Her muscles are just defined enough to drive you crazy, and how confident she is in her own skin does wonders for your libido.

Yearning

Agatha has such a high sex drive. She's almost always at least a little bit horny, and it's obvious to everyone when you're around because she is all over you.

Zzz

She doesn't always fall asleep afterwards but she always tries. Asleep or just cuddled up though, Agatha’s dead to the world for the next few hours.

[axiina]

I saw your post about writing for Coriolanus Snow Andi was thinking classic enemies to lovers nsfw I’ll give you free liberty with everything else 💕

'I hate you' is new 'I love you'

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x capitol!reader (gender neutral afab)

Summary: When your professor tells you to come to an agreement with your enemy, and you take 'come' too literally.

Words: 3.2k

Themes: smut, nsfw

Warnings: using of 'you' to reader, set before events of tbosas so no actual spoilers, more like academic rivals to lovers but they want to fight at some point so I guess it counts, NSFW | public sex (or more semi-public), unprotected sex (wrap it before tap it), p in v sex, kinda toxic but it's enemies to lovers, more like enemies who fuck, Coryo is pretty rough and possessive, marking, making out, idiots in love but they prefer fighting with each other

Author's note: I found some free time between studying, so I decided that I can no longer delay. English is not my first language so i hope that i didn't do too much mistakes. It is possible that a single "she" or "her" will appear here because I changed the concept during writing and I do not know if I got rid of everything. Let me know whether to stay with the use of 'you' or maybe replace it with personal pronouns or 'y/n'. I hope it's not written very awkwardly and you will like it!!

Coriolanus Snow is a peculiar person. Most people love him. Nice, classy, handsome and rich from a wealthy family. What more could one want? However, one of Coriolanus' traits that everyone seems to turn a blind eye to is his two-facedness. Some say this is merely a symptom of his cunning and wits. He knows when and how to behave to make his counterpart happy. You are not one of those people. Saying that you and Coriolanus Snow don't like each other is a huge understatement. You guys hate each other. From the very beginning when you both met at the academy it was known that you would cause a lot of problems. Too much of a character difference, or perhaps too much of a similarity between the two. However, this is not what is crucial. Whatever it is, it makes you two most likely to kill each other if you could. Every move you make you do to screw each other up. To prove who is better.

Professor Satyria's pleas for you to finally come to an agreement are of little use. The conflict must go on, and neither of you has any intention of giving up.

You like the way things are working out. At first, Snow was annoying and you didn't understand how people couldn't see him for what he really was. Fake. Now he is still annoying, but getting under his skin has become a sort of routine. Quite a pleasant one.

"You have to get along with each other and set a good example as rightful citizens of the Capitol, otherwise the Academy will draw out the consequences."

Professor Satyria's words continue to ring in your ears as you get ready to go home after finishing classes and doing punishment work. On the one hand, you don't want something as silly as arguing to weigh on your future, but on the other hand, reaching out to agree is like admitting you were wrong. Failure.

"Wherever I am you must also appear. Are you obsessed with me?" Behind your back, you heard a familiar, annoyingly kind voice, in which you could sense some arrogance. You groaned turning around to see no one else but Coriolanus.

"Don't you have anything better to do? People are finally getting tired of your idiocy?" Your words, however, did not budge the blond. His expression remained unchanged. One that might make most people think he is a nice person. You, however, have known him long enough to see right through it. Perfect. Too perfect.

"We need to talk. A positive outcome for both sides. It will interest you." Well, the threat of Satyria. He is the first one to extend his hand for agreement. Where is the trick? You look at him suspiciously without saying a word, and so Snow takes it as a sign that you are thinking about the proposition. "Do you have free time? Maybe we could go out somewhere together?"

The suggestion makes you burst into laughter. "With you? No thanks, I'll pass on this pleasure."

Coriolanus is not surprised by your answer. He knew it wouldn't be that easy. Accepting rejection, however, is not his strong point. He is annoyed by your behaviour, but he bites his tongue to avoid responding in the same spiteful way. Instead, he doesn't give up.

"I know we were never on good terms, but I want this war between us to end. I hope we can put behind us all the bad things that happened between us and start fresh. What do you think about this?" he says, sounding quite sincere.

"Let me think." You say and sigh, pondering the answer, which is obvious, but you can't let go of a little malice. "No."

The expression on Snow's face became more serious. It seems that your refusal offended his pride. But he doesn't show it in his tone of voice.

"Why not?" he asks and you notice how he clenches his jaw and his gaze becomes unpleasant.

You enjoy the view and it fills you with satisfaction. "Because you think that with a pretty face and fake politeness, you can get anything. Maybe it works with others, but I'm not that stupid. Additionally, you are damn annoying. That's why."

The expression on Snow's face becomes dark. Typical when he fails to get what he wants. His usual tone is completely gone. His face is twisted with anger. He still tries to maintain a polite voice. The attempt fails.

"Do you want to repeat it?" he asks through his teeth. It's obvious that you've hit one of his sensitive points. That was the plan.

"Exhausting, isn't it? Hiding behind the mask of a nice and put-together boy from a highly placed family who is a veritable ideal is tiring, isn't it?" A mockery can be heard in your voice. Coriolanus is very sensitive to it.

"What do you think you know about me?" He asks through clenched teeth, his tone no longer artificially polite, it is filled with rage. Your mockery has really gotten to him. He tries to calm down, but it's all in vain. Coriolanus has never had problems with self-control, but something about you makes him ready to abandon everything. You manage to get him off balance with ease. In his head, he has one plan. To destroy you.

"Do you think you pretend so well?" You burst out laughing and shake your head. You know you shouldn't say such things. The academy is practically empty, and Coriolanus's angry enough can be unpredictable. However, you can't help but point out everything that annoys you about him. "It's actually quite easy to see what kind of person you are. You look at people with disgust, but when they look in your direction, you suddenly change dramatically. how fake you are to everyone. I wonder how they don't see it. How empty and shallow you are."

"You don't know anything about me!" Snow shouts at you, his face twisted with rage. He is barely able to control himself. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. He stares at you with hatred in his eyes.

"Don't you dare assume that you know everything about me. You don't know me one bit. You don't know what my life is like. Don't think so highly of yourself. You aren't better than me." He continues, his voice getting louder with every word he says. You really hit his sensitive spot.

"I don't know everything and I'm not going to pretend otherwise. For me, the most important thing is acts, and in your case, they are fake and two-faced. You despise people, and you yourself are at the bottom." Irritation takes over. You know that at any moment you can say one word too many if you haven't already. However, someone has to talk it all out for him. Adrenaline makes you take a step closer to the upset boy without considering the possible consequences.

Snow seems to be on the verge of a breakdown. His fists are clenched and his eyes are wide open with rage. He is breathing hard, trying to control himself. He's not used to being treated this way by anyone. He has come this far over the years, solely because of himself and what role he has taken in society. You really succeeded in hurting his pride. "I warn you right now. Don't mock me any further."

"Why? What will you do? hit me? do it, I dare you. Then everyone will see how "perfect" you really are." You know the situation is starting to get dangerous. However, you come closer. It's stupid, you know it, and yet you do it. Maybe it's the way his reactions give you satisfaction, or maybe it's the way he looks at you.

You can see the hatred oozing from his eyes when they are locked on yours. His face is full of rage, his breathing heavy and his muscles tense.

He takes a step toward you with a clenched fist. You can see his knuckles turning white. He grabs you and presses you against the wall, his body against yours.

A second later, you feel him pressing you against the wall tighter than before, and his hand grips your throat.

You feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. Your heart is pounding as if it wants to jump out of your chest. You feel a strange sensation in your lower abdomen. His eyes are cold, yet they make a pleasant shiver run through your body. His face is right next to yours, flesh pressing against yours. It was a matter of split seconds as you two pressed your lips to each other in an aggressive and hungry kiss.

He returns the kiss, wrapping his free hand around you. He seems to enjoy the kiss as much as you do.

You can feel his body trembling as he still tries to keep control of his overwhelming emotions, or maybe it's because of the situation you're in.

The two of you kiss aggressively. Snow's body shakes as he fights between his desire and how much you get on his nerves. You feel how rough but passionate his kiss is.

He draws you closer and your bodies press against each other. The friction of your bodies makes you uncontrollable over the muffled whimpers you make. You feel the bulge forming in his pants rubbing against your body.

The situation seems hazy, and only fragments register in your mind. How you both enter the bathroom without stopping your hungry and clumsy kisses, and your hands work to get rid of clothes that only makes it difficult. How Coriolanus presses your body against the wall slamming his hips against yours.

All this is to express yourself and give vent to all the negative emotions you have been holding for years.

Snow's body is now almost completely controlled by his emotions. His movements seem full of hatred and at the same time passion. He just wants to express himself using his flesh to claim you as his own.

You feel as if you are on fire, your body moves and reacts according to your desires. The tension that has built up between you for years is finally released, and it all comes out as raw passion.

His fast and aggressive movements make the place where your bodies meet burn in a pleasant way, and you think to yourself that it will be a miracle if you walk normally tomorrow. His dick stretches you nicely and his movements make your inside sting slightly. It's not a problem for now. Not now when your legs are wrapped around his waist and the only sounds you can make right now are moaning and repeating his name like a mantra.

Your body trembles at how rough his movements are, but you don't care now. The most important thing for you now is to show him how much you hate him. A broken moan leaves your lips when he reaches deeper.

Coriolanus feels your legs tighten around him. He moves slower now but is more passionate and rough. He holds your hips tightly, not caring if it is uncomfortable for you. His lips move to your neck, where he bites as if he is trying to unload all the emotions you are causing you this way.

His hips buck firmly against you. Each thrust makes your body more tired and aching but at the same time, it makes the whole experience even more pleasurable. If someone told you that you would end up having sex with your biggest rival in the academy bathroom, you would laugh in that person's face. There you are, panting, with your arms around his neck when Coriolanus Snow is abusing your cunt sensitive from too much friction.

Coriolanus brings his lips closer to your ear. His warm and irregular breathing makes a shiver go through your body. "Do you like it when I claim you as mine?" He purrs, his voice still filled with desire.

"I hate you, I hate you so much," You exhale in a trembling voice that takes a lot of trouble to keep from cracking. You bite and suck at the smooth skin of his neck, leaving there dark marks. "I hate you, Coriolanus Snow."

"I hate you too," Snow says with a low growl as he continues to hold you. He bites your shoulder, leaving marks on your skin. His moans are muffled by your skin, which he touches constantly, as if afraid that at any moment you might escape and leave behind only a faint memory.

You hate him, but you enjoy him. You are pleased when he takes you as his own. You are excited when he uses your body. You feel his passion and desire through his body. You feel his raw passion and it's hard to hate him now.

"oh go to hell" You hiss and bite your lower lip to stop your moans, feeling him moving faster.

He doesn't care if he hurts you or not. All he cares about is that you belong to him right now. His hips slam against yours in an aggressive peace. The bathroom is filled with sinful noises because you don't even think about the fact that someone might come in and hear them.

"you may have already fallen in love, but with me, it's not so easy" A trembling laugh leaves your lips. You feel your head getting foggier and foggier. It's hard for you to put together a meaningful sentence, "but you're doing a good job" a loud moan leaves your mouth. you close your eyes and throw your head back "mmm my sweet toy."

He hears your moans of pleasure, and his eyes close with a smile. He has won and he knows it. Snow always lands on top. He presses you against the wall with his body even tighter. His movements become more sloppy and deeper as if he wants to bury himself inside you. His body trembles as his lips leave broken moans and whimpers.

Passion is so strong that you can almost forget about hatred. You can almost fall in love with Coriolanus Snow. Almost. But you know that what you feel now is only lust, and you know that it's all temporary.

Not him. Not the arrogant boy whose whole life is based on lies. Not that boy who doesn't care about anyone. Not that boy with a beautiful face and mesmerizing blue eyes. Not him.

You press closer to his body, almost clinging to him as a wave of pleasure sweeps over your body.

Coriolanus lets out a raspy throaty moan feeling your walls pulsate around him. His voice is low and shaky. He doesn't seem to notice anything except the way you cling to his body. He moves faster and harder, making sure he satisfies you completely.

Snow is fully immersed in feelings. He can't think clearly or rationally. He only knows that he has to claim you, that he has to satisfy his needs. He wants to feel you and make the most of the situation. All his thoughts and desires are focused on you. His hip movements speed up as he reaches the climax. He hides his face in your neck to muffle his moans. His body stiffs as he comes inside you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, while his wrapped around your waist. you cling to each other, still not making contact with the real world as your breathing slowly calms down.

What happened in that bathroom is over, they both return to reality. Snow steps back slightly and helps you stand on your own two feet. He looks at you with heavy eyes. All the emotions he had been hiding inside him had finally been released.

He has won and he knows it. He has succeeded. But what now? Was it really worth it? This is not a question for now. Coriolanus does not look far into that future with his thoughts.

You look at each other in silence. Slowly you begin to realize what you have done and now you look at each other awkwardly and somewhat panicked.

Coriolanus is the first to break the silence. His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is faster. The passion he felt a minute ago still lingers in his heart, something he tries to hide from you. He looks at you with a somewhat absent and uncertain gaze

"Do you think we should forget what just happened?" He tries to make his voice sound normal as if nothing had happened.

"Definitely." The words leave your lips before you have time to think. You stare at each other in silence for a few more moments and begin to quickly put on your clothes.

Snow is surprised at how quickly you agree with him. He needs to make sure this is the end of what just happened between the two of you, so he adds.

"If anyone asks, it never happened." He now looks at you with a somewhat panicked expression on his face.

"You don't have to tell me," you scoff, buttoning your shirt, "if you tell even one soul, I'll kill you, I swear."

Coriolanus looks at you with small amusement while fixing his jacket. "I hope you won't become obsessed with me after this."

"Maybe in your dreams," you say with a slight smile fixing the collar of his shirt. " you better be careful that you are the one who will be lost in memories of me." Before you leave the bathroom you stop in front of the mirror and fix your uniform and hair. Coriolanus smiles for a moment but then quickly clears his throat and tries to look cold.

You both come out of the bathroom, look at each other and part your lips, as if to say something to each other, but you look at each other in silence "Now everything is back to normal. We can still hate each other," you say, but this does not improve your mood at all.

"It never happened," Snow says trying to look you in the eyes, wondering if you're thinking about it too. He wonders if what he feels is real, or if it's just a moment of passion.

"Never" You agree by nodding your head. Your gaze goes down to his mouth. As you look into his eyes again without a moment's thought you move closer to him and press your lips to his in-hungry kiss. He kisses you back wrapping his arms around you to bring your body closer.

You parts away after some time and you both catch your breath for a moment after this passionate kiss. Coriolanus is completely consumed with passion and there is nothing in his mind but you.

You move away and nod to each other as if you have just made a deal and each is walking in your own direction in a much better mood.

Maybe that's not exactly what Professor Satyria meant when she said you two should come to an agreement, but it certainly worked.

[marvel-slutt]

Giggling and kicking my feet at this account. Can I request a Spider-Man 1 & 3 fic (Tom and Andrew) Where we are dating Tom's Peter Parker, yandere obsessive type Peters for both of them if possible, and when Peter 3 gets taken to the Tom universe, he sees reader who he let get away in his timeline. Anyways, 3 asks 1 if he can just have her for one night, and 1 agrees as long as they do it together. Some dub/con because reader did not know about this arrangement lol. Use of web shooters to tie up reader. Lots of praise, any positions you want just some good ole unprotected p in v, possibly mentions of forced breeding kink? Like both peters talking about how they secretly thought about it once getting powers. 🙏🙏

JUST ONE NIGHT?

tom holland!peter x andrew garfield!peter x reader

SUMMARY: when Peter 3 sees his love in another universe, what will he do to make her his if only for one night

WARNINGS: NON/DUB CON, FORCED BREEDING, BONDAGE(webs), UNPROTECTED P IN V, PETER 1 & 3 TAKING TURNS IN Y/N, PRAISE, HAIRPULLING, TINY BIT OF DACRYPHILLIA IF YOU READ BETWEEN THE LINES.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

PLOT CHANGES: we’re gonna pretend that tobey’s spiderman peacefully left so we can focus on tom and andrew’s

A/N: i aint watched spiderman in a hot minute, so this is horrendously ooc 😭 tysm for the request, hopefully i did it well enough for your liking <3

MDNI, IF YOU READ THIS THEN ITS YOUR OWN FAULT AND NOT MINE

having peter as a boyfriend was everything you could dream of. he was loyal, protective, and maybe highly a little insane. but you loved him. however when another peter got tangled in the mix, it was even worse

your peter (peter 1) was like a territorial dog, always keeping an arm on your waist or a hand on the small of your back with a murderous glare at anyone who even thought they could try it on with you. this was mainly aimed at Peter 3 who - no matter how hard he tried - couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“she’s mine y’know. you gotta back off” peter 1 growled, keeping his voice low as to avoid awakening you. his eyes were narrowed in angry possession, hands balled in fists at his sides with his nails digging into his palms to try and prevent himself from swinging

peter 3 just stared back at him, hands raised in mocking surrender “look all i’m asking is one night with her, that’s it. i lost my Y/N, surely you can understand right? spidey to spidey”

peter 1 huffed and folded his arms over his chest, his murderous gaze not letting up. “one night, and we do it together. then you leave us alone, you go back to wherever you came from.”

this conversation happened around 20 minutes ago

“love, wake up for me” peter 1 murmured gently in your ear, not pleased about having to be slightly soft around peter 3 but he was never harsh towards you.

you slowly stirred awake, eyes fluttering open as you look up to see both peters with glazed over and sleepy eyes. before you could even question what was happening, peter 1 grabbed your chin and pulled you into a kiss.

your eyes closed as you kissed him back, tongues fighting for dominance in a battle that would inevitably end in your loss. his lips perfectly wove with your own whilst one hand tangled in your hair and pulled you closer, his other hand beginning to slide your pyjama pants down your legs

meanwhile peter 3 was watching, palming his hard length to the sight of you losing yourself in the kiss. harder than rock, he roughly continued whilst letting some low groans escape from between his slightly parted lips

peter one continued to kiss you, rubbing small but fast circles on your clit through that thin barrier of cotton. he relished in how you squirmed and writhed against him, drawing your pleasure out my occasionally slowing down just to tease you.

“peter,” you croaked out to your boyfriend through moans of pleasure. “we’re not alone, wha-”

“he’s joining in” your boyfriend says firmly, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence. “we’re both having you and then he leaves” peter 1 growls, shooting a glare over to peter 3

peter 3 was now full on tugging it, viciously stroking himself with a bruising grip, whilst softly grunting. he made eye contact with peter 1 and still didn’t stop “gonna let me take my turn?” he raised an eyebrow expectantly

“her mouth. all you’re getting” peter 1 replied, sliding a hand under your waistband and continuing to rub your clit.

“her cunt and then i leave.” the other man negotiates, continuing to stroke himself to the sight of you writhing against peter 1

“fuck, fine. but make it quick. bedroom.” peter 1 huffs, carrying you fireman style towards the bedroom. your ass stuck up in the air whilst he carried you, which was a sight that peter 3 couldn’t take his eyes off no matter how hard he tried

once in the bedroom, peter 1 stepped aside and gave peter 3 a nod to signal that he can begin. not wasting any time, peter 3 shot 4 webs at you. one on each wrist and ankle. he slid a pillow under your hips and looked down at you with a grin, his dick already throbbing with excitement

“so wet already huh? you’re gonna need it” peter 3 smirks before slowly burying himself to the hilt inside of your warm cunt. he gave you a brief moment to adjust before beginning to thrust, his hips slamming against yours in a feral and possessive manner.

“take it, be a good fuckin’ girl.” peter 3 grunts, his hand reaching over and tweaking one of your nipples, allowing it to pebble under his touch whilst he toys with it

you felt his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust, feeling him pull almost out before slamming back into you. he relished in the sight of how your tits bounced when he did that, how your whole body would move if not for the web-bondage he was using. the way he nudged your g-spot with every thrust, how his fingers pinched and twisted your nipples, it was all bringing you further and further to the edge. the familiar coil was tightening in your stomach, walls clenching around his dick as if greedily pulling him in.

“atta girl, cum on my cock for me.” peter 3 cooed as he continued everything he was doing. “gonna fuck you stupid, fill you with so much cum you’ll feel it for days after. hell, might even knock ya up if you plead hard enough”

his name tumbled from your lips in desperate and needy moans, babbling incoherently for him like some sort of cheap whore. your back arched with euphoria whilst clenching around his length, letting your cum practically coat him; all while your boyfriend was watching, palming and squeezing his own hardening cock whilst waiting for peter 3 to finish.

peter 3 finished almost instantly when he saw your own release, his long-awaited cum spurting out of his dick and flooding your cunt. you felt him fill you up practically to the brim and it was one of the best feelings.

peter 3 pulled out, but before you even had a chance to recover you felt the familiar feeling of peter 1 sliding into you, instantly and brutally fucking your already abused cunt; causing you to cry and whine with pleasure.

“think i was gonna let him breed ya? no. you’re mine, remember? gonna fill you with MY seed too, let you try and work out who’s it is when you’re knocked up” peter 1 muttered lowly and possessively, his thrusting into you in the rhythm he knew you liked

“we could do this all night, princess” peter 3 said cockily as he watched you getting dominated by peter 1. “both fuck you until all you remember is our name”

and the truth was: you’d let them go all night, and oh boy would this be a long night for you

A/N: I HAD SO MANY IDEAS BUT I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WORD IT, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH ^^