#becoming the jaws that bite you because aren't bites love?

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the wolf chasing the rabbit is itself being hunted

[afewfantasies]

Hii, love your works!

Can you do a feyd rautha x reader?

They are married and he takes her to meet the harpies because she's curious, they start to like her and become protective of her because she doesn't take feyd away and she cares and treats them good.

Thanks

"PETS" - Feyd-Rautha X Reader

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.1K

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Feyd-Rautha X Reader

ᴘʟᴏᴛ: Same as the ask but they aren't married yet.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Fluffy with mentions of gore.

Sorry for the wait @kitty95 but here it is 😊

Telling you ‘no’ felt like the only sin Feyd would be slow to commit. He revelled in your happiness and appreciation. The two of you had grown close and he felt like he didn’t need to hide all of his ugly. He’d already taken you into his armoury and then the torture chambers. Aside from the iron rich smell of the blood he watched and listened for something to change about the way you felt about him. But your hand only slipped into his in search of protection and assurance. Your eyes never wavered when you looked at him. Feyd never found you shrugging out of his touch. Somehow this felt different, it was different in every way. Unlike weapons, poisons and his violent delights there was no eminent danger to you. Weapons had to be deployed to be dangerous, his Harpies were anything but safe. They were creatures that lived for his satisfaction and held more bloodlust than even Feyd himself. Unlike most pets, Feyd’s Harpies survived on the flesh of his enemies. Feyd was their only friend. He was the only person they refrained from hissing at, snarling, snapping or biting. His were the hands that fed them and he seldom went to them empty handed. Seeing them gorge didn’t disgust him but it would disgust you. Feyd knew that from the moment he bit into a rare steak on your first night together.

“Feyd please I want to meet them” you ask employing doe eyes knowing they’re his weakness.

“They’re unpredictable, territorial and jealous” he rasps closer to a no than he’s ever been. He looks away and you get out of bed heading to the window to watch the double sun rise on the Giedi Prime.

“Come away from the window” Feyd hisses and you do padding over to him slowly. It’s the speed you can manage after being the subject of Feyd’s insatiable appetite for your flesh. His eyes roam over your naked body. His chest rises and falls as he holds out a hand to stop you. Your feet rest on the cold black tile as he gets out of bed closing the distance to you.

“Don’t you ever, show anyone what’s mine” his tone is harsh while the hold he has on your chin is soft.

“I let you have all of me freely and yet, you do not trust me with your Harpies” you whisper, holding his dark eyes. His conscience plays at him and he swallows his jaw clenching.

“Will you withhold from me should I hold fast in my position and not allow a meeting?” Feyd raises his hairless brow.

“No” you respond without needing to think it over. “But it will hurt,” you confess, grabbing a robe.

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Your heart rate triples as you enter the forbidden sect of Feyd-Rautha’s quarters. You hear sharp whispers and laughter. You hold a covered platter of liver, the Harpies’ second favourite food according to Feyd. You press the doors open and all three of them are still until they realise you are not Feyd. Their movement is unlike anything you’ve ever encountered and one of them hisses showing off black teeth and gums. Another comes with a raised hand but stops dead in its tracks. Their eyes go white in the centre of their black orbs before dilating back to black. They smell their master all over you.

“I brought you food” you whisper while holding the platter out. The third Harpy takes the platter from you and the smell of the meat snaps them out of the daze caused by your intrusion for a moment. They eat savagely, licking the plate as you watch on in wonder.

“Masters newest pet” one says and you nod. “You smell just like him,” it says, causing you to blush. You’d had a shower prior to this visit and yet it’s done nothing to free you from the scent of Feyd.

“You let him come see us” another says and you nod.

“She isn’t disgusted by us or jealous” another one says looking at you with wide eyed wonder.

“No, you don’t disgust me” you correct. “I love Feyd and he loves you, I just wanted us to meet” you explain and they smile. You hear steps in the distance and they pick up. As Feyd’s concubine you know danger is everywhere and panic. Cold hands grip your arms dragging you behind the large black couch in the centre of their room. Weapons materialise in each of their hands, as well as snarled teeth and violent expressions. You hide, doing as you’ve been instructed only silence befalls the room as the doors open. You count to ten before looking over the couch to see Feyd. His anger fades into amusement as he sees his Harpies ready to defend you with their life. The image of you hiding and them ready to defend you brings him too much amusement. All of his most beloved possessions in one place. You stand and go to walk over to him when one of the Harpy’s grabs you again.

“He’s upset,” she warns, familiar with Feyd’s violent temper.

“I will take her punishment” one of them proposes, causing Fey’s lip to curl up in a smirk.

“No, it’s alright” you say, holding her arm. They all gasp at the gesture. The physical touch and connection most people are terrified to participate in. All four of them pile into a group hug holding you and purring all around you. It’s an overwhelming amount of affection. They purr for a few minutes before turning to Feyd with angry eyes.

“I won’t punish her,” he says, picking his battles wisely. Once you say your goodbyes the Harpies let you go.

“Come back soon!” The one with doe eyes calls before the door is shut. Looking up, Feyd stands in his regalia withholding a smile. You take a deep breath in anticipation of his punishment but he holds a hand out. You slip your hand into his and he smirks.

“Don’t disobey me again” Feyd warns.

“I didn’t, you never told me I couldn’t come at all” you correct and he brings your hand to his lips kissing your fingers softly.

“Tread lightly” he warns and you stop to look up at him. Moving from his side to in front of him you reach your hands up wrapping them around his neck. His head bows automatically. Feyd can’t find anything but utter devotion to him in your eyes. It’s what makes him relent. He pulls you to him by your waist.

“You’re good just as long as you never forget that nobody and nothing adores you more than me” Feyd hisses. Smiling you nod hoping he knows the feeling is mutual.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading all of you Feyd lovers 🖤🖤🖤🖤. Something quick and easy🩶🖤 Let me know if you liked it!

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[icarusredwings]

Some things to remember:

-Wolverines are extremely territorial solitary creatures that often have huge chunks of territory. If someone enters said territory, they're very quick to scare them away.

They lack the social instincts and pack-hunting adaptations that have developed in other predators like wolves through natural selection.

-Wolverines actually aren't even agressive rather then forced to over protect themsleves, their family, and food sources from living and adapting in such rugged and harsh environments.

But at the same time, Wolverines have been said to be "realitivy easy to tame" are "just about one of the most unique companions" and "quite enjoy harnesses"

-Domesticated Wolverines love bite their handler fingers, swat at them like curious cats, hold their legs while they walk on their own hind legs, and become very attached to one person. They enjoyed being stroked as well as tolerates being picked up by their trusted handlers.

-Female Wolverines mate May to August, nest deep in the snow, and have a thing called delayed implantation, which means their eggs don't become feralitized until winter. Most Wolverine kits (sets of 6) are born in February (around the 14th) and are born with no teeth and pure white soft fur.

-Male Wolverines are Polygamous and will mate with multiple females, but usually the same throughout their lifetime regarding location. Male Wolverines mate like wolves and often will hold the females' hips with claws and bite their neck.

Males also have what is called a Baculum, which is quite literally a penis bone. It's thin and curves upwards towards the end to help the male mate.

(This is probably why Wade called Logan a Needle dick, but no, he most likely doesn't have a Baculum bone, so stop that)

-It is very common for Wolverines mating rituals to involve some time of constant fighting, playing, and only mating after the female becomes confident in the males fighting etiquette. It's been said that males who back off yet retun are more likely to mate than males who are too rough or only engage once or twice in the play fighting. This playfighting can (and often does) include biting ears, scratching, TONS of hissing, teeth baring, swatting, snarling, and tackling.

-Wolverines are SCAVENGERs and opportunity eaters, meaning they'll eat whatever they can find or kill with their strong jaws. They also have thick neck muscles.

-No 2 Wolverines have the same chest pattern, and their feet are where they hold their territory sweat glands.

-Wolverines are said to stink because of their excessive scent glands for marking territory and mate luring. They were given the name "Gulo gulo" and "skunkcat"

-Wolverines have been known for going up against things 50x their weight and still winning, such as grizzly bears, timber wolves, moutian lions and bobcats.

Do with this information what you will :)

[leviismybby]

Different seasons Levi and sex..

No regrets Levi

He is still young and a little inexperienced but exactly because of that, he takes his time with you, figuring out what you like, what pushes you over the edge, and which position you find enjoyable. You two go at it for hours, Levi fingers you, using his fingers differently as he watches your expressions.

"Does that feel good?" He asks, kissing your neck as you arch your back on his fingers. "Yes! Ummm.." He pushes a second finger in, seeing the way your body shivers at his moves. His slender fingers nudge that gummy spot and you gasp. "Here huh? Interesting..." He thrusts his fingers more rapidly and you cum with a whine of his name. Levi loves that sight of you and is proud of himself that he managed to bring you that much pleasure. You soon find out that his favorite position is missionary, he likes to look at your reactions to know if he is doing it right, his hips snap slowly into you, he kisses you almost the whole time. He is a quick learner and after some time, sex with him becomes immaculate.

Season 1 Levi

Mostly quickies but they are intense. Levi props you up against the wall as he enters you, his hand over your mouth so that you don't make too much noise. Most of your uniforms are still on, so you aren't fully naked. His thrusts are quick and merciless, all he wants to do is get the anger out of him and you are his favorite outlet. He misses you too, the whole world has gone mad but he still sneaks away these naughty moments with you. He bites into his cravat when he feels your pussy clench around his cock, his hips snap faster, it's getting sloppy and loud. Levi pulls your shirt down so that he can bite into your shoulder to keep himself quiet. You tug on his hair when you feel your high approaching. "There she is. You gonna cum huh? You gonna-fuck! cum for me?" You nod, his hand gripping your thigh surely leaving bruises for the next day. "Levi!" You moan against his hand, cumming on his cock, Levi hisses and pumps his cock into you a few more times before pulling out and cumming over your stomach.

Season 2 Levi

Since he is injured, you don't want him to do too much, still, Levi insists. "Name, my foot got injured not my dick." You get the message, your lips trace down his abs, kissing down his body as he lies on the bed, his eyes looking at you. Levi tangles his hand in your hair as you undo his belt and pull his trousers down. "Oh fuck..." His head rolls back when you take his cock into your mouth, sucking him for all he is worth. Swirling your tongue around his tip, you look up to see Levi with his bottom lip between his teeth. "Enough of that." You smile as you pull his hard cock out of your mouth. Positioning yourself on top of him, you Puch your down on his cock. "Fucking...so fucking wet..." Levi says through his teeth when you lower yourself down completely. You start to bounce on top of him, his hands grip your hips as you move. Pretty much lets you set the pace but don't be fooled because if he thinks you're going too slow, he will fuck up into you. "That's it, baby. That's the pace..." He fucks you hard on his cock, your nails dig into his muscular chest. Don't be surprised that your hips have marks after....

Season 3 Levi

Oh boy, he is rough. Levi is frustrated so when he gets you to his bed, it's rough and a little mean. Not too many words are said as he undresses you quickly and throws you on the bed. His lips bite at your neck, hands playing with your nipples. "I'll warn you just once so listen closely, I'll be fucking rough understand?" His head is buried between your thighs, tongue lapping at your pussy like he will never get the chance to eat you out again, his tongue moves harshly, the wet noises making your already tinted cheeks more red. "Levi! Levi!" He slaps your pussy. "Shut the fuck up, I had a bad day. The last thing I need is you whining." Levi enters two fingers into you as his mouth works on your pussy, his jaw hurts but he doesn't stop until you squirt at least two times and your legs shake. Levi puts you in the position he desired you in, face down, ass up. He slaps your ass a few times before entering you, you moan loudly. His thruths are rude from the start, he holds your head down into the mattress as he fucks into you, your eyes roll at the back of your head, droll dripping onto the mattress. "Really? You ruined the fucking sheets." He grabs your hips, fucking your brains out. Round after round, he is as he promised, rough. And when he finally cums inside of you, his head drops onto your skin and he kisses it. Don't be shocked that you can't walk properly for a week after that...

Season 4 Levi

Passionate and intimate, you loved how he looked, age looked good on him and the new uniforms didn't help. Levi kisses you deeply, his hands rubbing your sides as he takes your clothes off, one by one. Your arms are hooked around his neck, his tongue plays with yours. "You ready love?" You nod your head, Levi positioned himself in front of your entrance and gently pushed inside. Both of you moan against each other mouths as he starts to move. His hands are on your back, holding you flush against his warm body, his hips move in a hard pace but not a fast one. Levi wants to take his time with you and make sure you feel it all. Lips trace your collarbones and neck, he sucks a few love bites onto your skin, you throw your head back to give him more access. It lasts for hours, his hands in yours, his cock pounding into you as your foreheads are pressed together. "I'll cum soon, I'll fucking cum.." He moans and you feel his cock twitching inside of you. Cumming, he pulls you close, kissing you passionately as his cum fills you.

Postwar Levi

Sex with postwar!Levi is soft, you two are finally done with fighting and have freedom you have always wanted. He is so soft with you, so grateful that you stood by him the whole time, that you're in his hands alive. Levi kisses your forehead as his cock pushes further into you, your back is to his chest, the fresh morning air making the scene more romantic. He kisses your face, watching your beautiful face. "You're so pretty...thank you...thank you.." Levi whispers in your ear between thrusts. And nine months after that, you're carrying a little bundle in your hands..

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[justlemmeadoreyou]

jealous!harry headcannons

-> Whenever someone flirts with you, Harry's jaw clenches involuntarily. His emerald green eyes narrow ever so slightly, a subtle sign that he's not entirely pleased with the attention you're receiving.

-> Harry doesn't even realize it, but his hand often finds its way to your lower back when another person enters your personal space. It's a subtle way of showing people that you're taken, a possessive touch that never fails to make you smirk.

-> His lips form an adorable pout when he notices someone charmingly complimenting you. He might act nonchalant, but that little pout reveals the hint of jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

-> When you catch him staring intensely at you while you're engaged in conversation with someone else, it's not just admiration. Those silent stares are his way of saying, "You're mine, and I don't like sharing."

-> Whenever you make out, or during sex, he likes to bite on your neck. Even though you ask him to not bite you at the visible spaces, but he always does. Just under your jaw, at the junction of your neck and shoulder, at the side of your neck, at your jugular almost possesively, to show that he is the only one who gets to do that to you.

-> Innocent questions like "Who was that?" or "Do you know them well?" become loaded with an undercurrent of jealousy. He might pretend it's just curiosity, but his heart beats a little faster as he waits for your response.

-> Harry's fingers might "accidentally" brush against yours when he senses someone watching a little too closely. It's a subtle way of reminding everyone that he's the one who gets to hold your hand.

-> In group settings, he strategically positions himself between you and any potential threats. It's a protective move that ensures he can keep a watchful eye and be ready to intervene if necessary.

-> He becomes unusually vocal about his love for you when he senses competition. Expect random declarations of affection and praise, as he wants the world to know just how amazing you are.

-> These may even get a bit heated when there's no one close, like whispers of "my good girl, aren't you?" "so good for me, baby. look so well by my side" "can't wait to have my head between those pretty thighs of yours" "you're all fucking mine, aren't you doll?"

-> While he may not growl audibly, the subtle, low vibrations that escape his chest when he feels jealous are enough to send shivers down your spine.

-> You'll notice him dressing a bit sharper or wearing outfits that accentuate his features when he knows you might encounter someone who could trigger his jealousy. It's his way of making sure he's the most appealing person in the room, to show just how worthy of you he is.

-> Harry's teasing takes on a whole new level when he's jealous. His playful banter becomes slightly more pointed, like "accidental" brushes of his hand on your inner thighs, innocent kisses on your neck that always leave you turned on, and hiding his love boner by holding you as close to him as possible, his cock pushing it's way between your ass cheeks, because "wouldn't want anyone to see how hard i'm for you, love"

-> Grunts and whispers of "you're mine" and "just fucking mine", "you belong to me, don't you? all fucking mine" while he's fucking you into oblivion. It's similar when he has his sinful mouth between your thighs: "taste so fucking sweet" "all this for me?" as if it could ever be anyone else except him.

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[rdng1230]

Tesoro

Ok, down to the wire but here's my submission for day two of @bucktommypositivityweek (although it has an element of the day one prompt too tbh). This slotted well into my strings of fate series so I'll probably post it to ao3 tomorrow.

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“Evan.”

He feels Tommy giving featherlight kisses below his ear as he comes back into consciousness. The loft is blanketed with sunlight and he reaches a hand up that is immediately met with Tommy’s wet curls. Warmth spreads through his whole body at the idea that Tommy has a key now. This could become a routine of theirs. 

“Tesoro.” 

Buck has no idea what that means but he’s pretty sure it’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to him. He hums and nuzzles against Tommy’s cheek, pulling the freshly showered man down on top of him. 

Tommy gives a grunt of surprise that quickly turns into an amused laugh. “I missed you too.” Buck shuts him up with another kiss and wraps him into a hug, moving his lips to kiss the top of his head. 

“How was your shift?” Buck’s voice comes out hoarse and sleep ridden. “Good. Just wanted it to be over so I could come and sleep next to you.”

It was one of Buck’s favorite things he’d discovered about Tommy. Sleepiness was like some sort of lovey dovey truth serum for him. It’s not that his boyfriend wasn’t affectionate the rest of the time, but coming off of a 24 or a 48 removed almost any sense of filter he had. Buck’s pretty sure he had heard a “Marry me” when he’d given him a back rub in the 5 minutes before Tommy passed out the other day. 

He knows it was just a slip of the tongue, but it didn’t stop him from breathing out a yes after the tell tale snuffles had confirmed Tommy was asleep. 

Buck gently shifts the nearly unconscious man so his leg splays out across Buck’s hip and the rest of his weight is nestled onto the bed. Tommy’s head ends up falling on his shoulder and his hand makes slow circles on Tommy’s back, rhythmic and comforting as they fall asleep together. 

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“Tommy?” 

“Hmmmm?” His back faces Evan as he cracks open some eggs on the edge of the pan. Evan has earned himself a damn good omelet after the good morning sex they just had. Or more like good afternoon because of their weird shift hours lately. 

“What does Tesoro mean?” 

It was one of his favorite things about Evan. He will endlessly research his fun facts, but his preferred method of learning things is by hearing it from those he loves. Tommy is still occasionally misty eyed when he remembers that list of individuals now includes him. 

He smiles and bites his bottom lip. It can be intimidating too at times. He’s not asking just to be polite or to make conversation. He’s never had a partner that wants to know him like Evan does. 

“Ummm, translated literally it means treasure.” He coughs, feeling a blush on his cheeks and is grateful that his boyfriend can’t see it. “But in English it would probably be translated as something like ‘cherished’ or darling.” 

He hears Evan’s breath catch and he’s a little worried he’s said too much. “I’ve never… No one’s ever called me something like that.” 

There’s that same breathless and bewildered tone he’d used for the word ‘Saturday’ when Tommy had first kissed him. Whatever Evan’s feeling about it, he doesn’t sense that he’s stepped over a line. Some of the tension eases out of his shoulders. 

“Well, for what it’s worth,” Tommy briefly turns away from his task to get a look at his starry eyed boyfriend sitting at the kitchen island. “I’ve never called anyone something like that.” 

He wills himself to hold Evan’s gaze and let the sincerity of the moment linger. The man’s jaw drops and Tommy tries not to smirk. There really aren't a lot of prettier sights than a flustered Evan Buckley. He turns back to the omelet adding up the chopped up ingredients he’d already set aside. 

The pleasant smells drift through the loft and Tommy thinks not for the first time that he’s never felt more comfortable more quickly than he has with Evan. What they have is lightning in a bottle and he has no intention of letting it slip through his fingers. So when Evan gets his wits back and asks if there was any reason in particular for that nickname, Tommy isn’t surprised when he starts opening up. 

“You know my parents never really cared for each other. I didn’t have a lot of role models growing up for what love and a healthy relationship should look like. To be honest with you, I think that’s why I fought myself so hard on my sexuality. I didn’t think that white picket fence neverending honeymoon phase deal was attainable for anybody much less a gay man in some of the most patriarchal environments in the world. So why go through the trouble, you know?”

He turns around with the now plated omelet and sets it in front of Evan, who looks more interested in him than the food. Tommy loves the electricity of his concentrated face, like he’s trying to soak up every piece of information on him as he possibly can. It’s terrifying and exhilarating and if they weren’t having this conversation on empty stomachs Tommy might’ve resorted to throwing him over his shoulder and taking him back upstairs for another round. 

He gestures toward the plate and Evan digs in, his eyes still fixed on Tommy. 

“The exception to that rule was my grandparents. On my mother’s side.” He continues. “They were head over heels in love till the day my Nonno died. I used to love watching them banter or dance or just, anything really. But I always thought their relationship was some kind of cosmic fluke.”

Tommy takes a sip of water, steeling himself to put his last card on the table. “But um, with you, in more ways than one…” He chuckles a little. “Lightning seems to have struck twice.” 

Evan bites down on a smile like he’s both overwhelmingly pleased and also trying his best to look offended. He fails immediately, devolving into a fit of giggles that makes Tommy fall in love all over again. 

“Anyway,” Tommy says once they’ve gotten their laughter under control. “Tesoro is what they used to call each other. And I don’t know. I just saw you laying there and it suddenly seemed wrong to say anything else.” 

Evan jumps to his feet and moves around the island, lips crashing into Tommy’s with a force. He pulls away just as quickly “You can’t say shit like that to me or I will do something insane like buy you a ring.” 

Tommy grins, pulling him back in for kisses as he fake protests. “No.” He deadpans, kissing Evan’s nose, “Don’t do that.” his cheek, “That’s crazy talk.” his birthmark. 

Tommy feels an affectionate poke to the sides and he’s laughing again. “So that was ok? Calling you that?” 

Evan’s pupils have blown wide, and he pulls Tommy into another deep kiss. 

“Never stop.”

[bb-eilish]

manipulative anakin

pairing; drunk!husband!anakin x wife!reader

warnings; coercion, anakin isn’t very nice, normal sex stuff, manipulation x 100.

a/n; from my headcannons about manipulative husband anakin, expect more!! this is 2 fics in one bc i needed to write his different moods!!

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You were tired, the couch you were on was becoming more and more inviting as your head falls to the arm of the furniture. Anakin was supposed to be home 3 hours ago, you couldn't possibly sleep while not knowing where he was.

The anger that simmered below the surface of your skin was growing bigger and bigger, so when he finally pushed open the door at 3:12 am, you were pissed off, tired, but still pissed off nonetheless.

"Anakin?" You sleepily call out, sitting up and eventually standing after rubbing your eyes. "You said you'd be back hours ago."

He doesn't bother kicking off his shoes before stepping towards you, swaying a little from the alcohol. His gaze is sinful in and of itself, they stare down at you and practically melt your insides. The anger in you dissipates the closer he gets.

"My poor little wife, worrying about me." He begins, reaching out to twirl a lock of your hair. "So sweet for me, aren't you?" Anakin abandons the strands of hair to cradle your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb. The sweet moment passes when his thumb drifts to your bottom lip, tracing the plumpness before pulling it down slightly. His own bottom lip is tucked under his front teeth as he stares at his thumb breaching your mouth. Your saliva clings to the digit and he pulls it out to spread the liquid obscenely over your lips and cheek.

You have half a mind to drop to your knees right then and there but you pull away and shake your head, wiping the spit from your face.

"You're drunk, you need to go to bed." The words are weak as they leave your lips, but you try and put on a serious demeanor. It falters the second his arm loops around your waist and pulls you into him. His chest and torso are hard when you make contact with them and it has you letting out a shaky breath.

"Anakin.." You start, soon interrupted by a harsh tug at your hair, his free hand has snaked its way up to the back of your head and gripped the strands tightly. The surprised whine that leaves you has him smirking slyly. Tilting your head up to properly look him in the eyes he speaks, "You know how much I love this slutty little dress on you, you knew this would happen, didn't you?"

The room feels as though it's devoid of air as you gulp. "No, I..it's been hot recently." You blush, neck beginning to ache at the way he's craning your head. The warmth that envelopes you both settles into your every pore and opening, everything is on fire. Especially when he tilts your head to the side so your cheek is facing him, he leans in and all you can smell is his musk and the Corellian whiskey that is his breath. His nose prods the skin that faces him, all the way down to your neck where he greedily and sloppily leaves open mouthed kisses.

"Ani, y-you need to...go to bed." The words are breathy and unconvincing, probably because your eyes are shut and your mind is already starting to become fuzzy. Your warm hands clutch the fabric of his shirt to stabilize yourself before you completely turn into a puddle on the spot.

His tantalizing lips trail softly to your shoulder and bite down on the strap of your sleep dress, pulling it down so it drifts down your arm and towards your elbow.

"We shouldn't, you're drunk." You try and reason, looking into his lidded, lust-blown, eyes.

Instead of answering you right away he lets your hair go and grips your hips, guiding you to lean against the arm of the couch before leaning in to capture your lips for the first time that night. He tastes just how he smells. The kiss has your knees weak and resolve cracking, he even kisses the corner of your mouth after he pulls away.

"My pretty, little wife, won't you do it for me?" He says as he leans his forehead against the side of your temple. "Your husband needs you, won't you help him?"

The last straw was when his hand hooks a finger into the already sagging fabric that covers your chest, and drags it down to expose one of your breasts. The cool air nips at the newly bared skin. As soon as lips make contact with your hardened nipple you're breaking.

"O-okay, I’ll help."

He grins against your breast and slides his hands down to your thighs, lifting you up easily and marching off to your bedroom.

Once there he drops you onto the mattress below and makes do at getting the thin material of your dress up and off.

“This was on purpose wasn’t it? Bet you sat on the couch and thought of me, thought of me getting my hands on you.”

Anakin has you sit on him and prove you’re worthy of getting his cock by grinding your soaking cunt up and down his shaft. He watches you greedily while smacking, pinching, and groping your skin to his will.

The skin of your ass and breasts are raw when he finally bends you over and pushes into you, doesn’t loosen you up first beforehand, he doesn’t see the point. His hips smack into your ass as he presses a hand to your throat, lifting your head up. Before he sucks the sweat from your skin messily.

“Was thinking about you, thinking about this, all night long. Couldn’t pay attention to a word my friends were saying.” His words are slurred but you were absolutely gone at that moment, his words and the feeling of his broad and muscular form completely shadowing your own figure brought you that much closer to the edge.

After he stuffs you full, his fingers descend and push the dripping liquid back in before patting your sore cunt appreciatively.

more forceful

The skin around your nails throb in pain as you bite and chew it, worry eats at you as you wait on the couch for your husband. Your husband who said he'd be back 3 hours ago. When the door finally opens your arms are crossed over your chest in frustration.

"Anakin, you said you'd be back 3 hours ago. What happened?" You ask as you stand up. Anakin already looks like he's had enough when he looks your way. His eyebrows are knitted together and his jaw clenches.

"You are my wife, not my Mother, I will stay out as long as I please." He pauses his slurred words as he walks forward to grip your jaw harshly. "You are nothing but a hole for me to fuck, to fill up with my cum whenever I so please. If i want to come home late I will, and all you're going to do about it is spread your legs and take what I give you, understood?"

His words shouldn't have gotten to you as much as they did, you should be upset, threatening to leave him, but instead you're nodding your head pliantly and yearning for the feel of his hands on you once more. He smirks deviously at your submission and moves his hand to grip your throat to bring you into a dizzying kiss. It's teethy and wet and maker does it have the wetness between your thighs burn for him brightly.

Your hands are soon pushing at his chest. "We shouldn't, you're drunk." He narrows his eyes in response and you feel like prey caught by a predator as he towers over you. He leans down to whisper into your awaiting ear.

"So if i tear your panties off right now and have a look for myself, you won't be soaking wet for me? You won't beg me to fill you up and fuck you full?” You flush and stumble over your words trying to come up with something to say, but it’s no use. How could you not beg him to do what he’s best at?

He grins smugly and tightens his hold on your throat, “That’s right, cuz your mine, my cum rag, my clock sleeve, my bitch, my little wife. Do you want me?” He says the last parts slowly and meaningfully.

You whine out at his words, eyes glazing over as you nod.

“Wait for me on our bed, and take this off before I meet you in there, got it?” He asks with an expectant look.

Minutes later he’s harshly groping you and pinching your nipples meanly, you cry out under him and pant out the hot air of the room. He’s been rutting his clothed hips right onto your clenching cunt, the crotch of the fabric now wet from a mixture of the both of you.

“Look at you, already dumb and needy. You look the best like this, crying and fucked out for me. Are you ready for me, baby? I know you want my cock.”

His harsh words aren’t anything less than painstakingly arousing and it’s clear when your clit throbs for him.

Sex with him when he’s like this was downright gross, disgusting in every meaning of the word. His hips meet yours in harsh and unforgiving thrusts as he spews crude and demeaning words.

“My wife has such a needy fucking pussy, always needs my cum to function, don’t you?” He pauses to raise a hand and smack you across the cheek hotly. “Doesn’t it?” He grits out the words from behind his clenched teeth.

At one point he spits in your mouth and some gets on your cheek so he spreads it around grossly with a cruel smile. The tears and sweat that collects on your skin is lapped up by this tongue, it’s clear he wants everything you’re able to give him.

When he cums he’s choking the life out of you, his grip around your throat ceases the air from filling up your lungs, you choke out some words and your vision even becomes fuzzy as you claw at his hands. Then he’s filling you up and letting up around your windpipe after a few milking thrusts.

“I don’t want to hear you complain again, and if I do i’ll be sure to fix your attitude accordingly.” He threatens before pulling out and collecting a mix of both your cum on his fingers, he stuffs the digits in your mouth and spreads the concoction across your skin.

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Ezreal Boyfriend HC's

On a side note, I'm using wet--milk's gifs on like all of these wanna say thanks for clippin good gifs person!

~To the cute green haired Ezreal~

~Floof, mostly just floof honestly -shrug- as always enter at your own risk!~

Ezreal is the kind of guy who does not G.A.F about PDA. He will kiss you, hug you, smother you in affection no matter where you are. Ironically, he was shy when the two of you first met, but that flew out the window as soon as he realized how amazing you treat him and how you accepted him so purely. Contrary to his general attitude, if anyone starts giving you any extra attention that makes him or you uncomfortable, he will confront them. He will be brave and walk up to them and tell them who he is to you and make sure they know not to f around. "You're so cuuute! Come here. -Hug-. Honestly, y/n, I never want to let you go." "Is there a reason you're talking to my partner? Carry on, see what happens."

Ezreal is THE joker. He acts shy a lot of the time, but he is a huge goof ball. He will constantly be scheming with his bandmates for a silly prank to pull on you. As a matter of fact, Ezreal and Sett have pulled quite a few pranks on you. They never let you in on the ones against Kayn and Aphelios though, and certainly it can't be because they don't want you to know all their secret plans, right? On the contrary, it is hilarious to prank him especially to scare him, because he has the best reactions! Usually, you team up with his other victims to get back at him, and it makes it all the more worth it. "Hehehe, sorry my love. We just thought it would be funny. Please don't be mad at me? Awh, I knew you couldn't stay mad at this face!"

Ezreal is... an attention seeker. All his life he has been striving to be in the spotlight, and that is no different when it comes to you. He will be attached to you by the hip wherever you go. He even took it upon himself to steal some of "his" posters from his bandmates rooms and hang them up in your bedroom, so you always see him even if you aren't together. If you ignore him to rile him up, be prepared for an onslaught of tackle-cuddles and kisses when it's just the two of you. He will also take it upon himself to shower you in attention. When you dress up for him, for example, he will lower his glasses and look at you through his lashes with his jaw dropped. He is your ultimate hype man. "Do you like them? Yeah, I used to be in a band before Heartsteel, can you believe it? What? No, I'm not taking them down!" "Come here, why have you been ignoring me? -1000 tiny kisses all over your face- You have no choice but to pay attention to me now!"

Ezreal's kisses are sporadic, chaotic, and messy- but not in a bad way. He has this way about him that makes him almost seem desperate when he kisses you, like he's a man starved. Sometimes he will even push you against the wall, groaning into your mouth when you finally let him in. He will back away from you, pulling at his hair and biting his lip to show you how much you affect him. On the other hand, if you take the lead he will literally melt into a puddle. If you grasp his face, pull him close and kiss him gently, he releases little whines that make butterflies erupt in your stomach. "Gods, you're so perfect. I'm not going to stop kissing you. Ever. You got that?"

Ezreal is a pouter when you argue, but he is also such a joker that it's hard for him to tell when you're actually upset with him. Once he does, he will do literally anything to make sure that you aren't mad at him for long, even if it means contradicting what he thought was right in the moment. He will become a soppy mess if you actually show him your anger. May even shed a tear. By the end of it, you feel so bad you have to give him loving to make up for it all. "Love, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were serious... I promise I'll pay more attention next time, okay? Come here, let's cuddle about it."

Ezreal just doesn't say goodbye. As a matter of fact, he just assumes he is going with you wherever you go, and vice versa. If you somehow end up somewhere without him, if he doesn't know where you are, he may just go into a slight panic? Usually running to Yone for help, eventually getting a text back from you (he sent SO MANY texts). His separation anxiety is cute, even though it's sad, and it makes you hyper aware of just how obsessed with you he is. "Where ARE you, my love? Oh my gods, you scared me! Please don't leave me again, I don't think my heart can handle it."

[mommypieck]

༺ ♱ ༻ aot threesome - 9/10

✿ erwin x reader x miche

✿ warnings: smut, threesome, hard sex, cervix kissing, hard oral, crying, slapping, no protections, passing out, hints at unconscious sex, non-con creampie

"i dont think you should be outside all alone this late." miche says, his hands roaming around your body.

you surely didn't expect your night to go like this. it started when you decided to go to a bar to drink your problems away and met two mysterious guys.

"you're surely one beautiful girl." erwin places his fingers under your chin to lift your chin up. you feel nervous as he looks you straight in the eyes. you're taken by a surprise when he leans down to plant a tender kiss on your lips. he chuckles and you know that it's because he noticed you shivering.

"are you cold even tho im touching you?" miche asks from behind. you know that him and erwin are smirking at each other, knowing you are becoming a putty in their hands. you yelp when miche's hands slide under your bra to take your breasts into his hands.

"you're so small." he aws, his fingers pinching your nipples. erwin takes his place at your lips again. you know that he's way more experienced than you by the way he's kissing you. no matter how hard you try to kiss back, he still keeps his dominance over you.

erwin drops onto his knees to massage your thighs. his hands fondle thr fat plush of your thighs under your dress and you know what he wants to do.

"can i?" he asks and you nod your head, giving him permission. he slips his hand under your dress to touch you over your panties. he strokes your clit before pressing his tongue flat on the cloth. you feel your knees bucking and you would fall if miche wouldn't catch you.

"careful, sweetheart." he says against your skin as he places kisses down your neck and collarbones.

erwin hooks his fingers on your panties so that he can pull it down. she smiles when he faces your dripping core.

"look at how tiny she is." he says at miche who is busy painting your neck with red love bites. he slithers his hand to the front so that he can touch your clit.

"she will be trouble taking us." he says against your neck, making you shudder.

"do you think you can take us?" erwin asks you, flaming your cheeks. you close your eyes, looking down at your legs but you don't answer. you squeak when miche hits your pussy with his palm.

"he asked you something." he says, slowly massaging around your clit. you want to moan but you know that you have to answer first, not wanting to get them angry.

"i can." you mumble quietly, looking down at you feet. both of the men laugh at your answer, muttering words of disagreement.

"go lay down on the bed." erwin instructs, leading you to the bed. he can miche exchange few words that you aren't unable to hear but you guess what they were talking about when they both start undressing. you feel embarrassed by eying them down. every piece of clothing they take off is like a part of a private strip show just for you.

"look at how hungry she looks," miche says, "i feel like she's gonna start drooling every minute."

your jaw falls down when your eyes lay on their hardened dicks. you have never seen a dick as big as theirs. you curse at yourself mentally for saying that you will be able to take them.

miche walks up to you with his cock in his fists. he stands by your body, looking down at you. you yelp when he flips you over, positioning you on your hands and knees. he places his cock to your lips, using his thumb to over your mouth. he slides his cock inside of your mouth, grabbing the back of your head to set up a face. just the weight of his cock inside of your mouth makes you dizzy.

"come on, suck it." he growls and you swirl your tongue around his cock. you suck on his tip but miche makes you swallow more.

"come on, i know you can take more."

you feel tears fill your eyes as he thrusts inside of your mouth. he isn't gentle in any meaning and every choke of your makes him wanna go even harder.

you jump when you feel large hands on your ass. you turn around to look at erwin kneeling at your back but your turned around by a light slap on your face.

"girls can focus on two things at once so you can focus on sucking my cock while he fucks your sweet pussy." miche says, giving your cheek another tiny slap.

erwin's fingers slide up and down your slit, gathering the slick there. he chuckles when he feels you gush more at his fingers.

"you have no idea how much i want to fuck you without any prep." he says as he slides one of his fingers in. you moan around miche's cock when erwin hits your sweet spot. one of his fingers is as big as two of your fingers so you scrunch your face when he adds another. soon he slides them out and you know what's coming next. you can feel your body tensing just at the thought of taking such a big cock. miche notices and he bends over to stroke your back. you fail to notice that he's making sure that your back is arched so that both men can watch your ass.

you close your eyes when erwin presses into your entrance. his big head is difficult to in but soon he's halfway in. you feel like you're being split in half but you continue to take him in.

"she's too tight." erwin moans, leaning down over your back so that he can bottom out.

"wait... are you a virgin?" he suddenly asks and you shake your head. both of the men look at each other and they smile.

"well, im gonna fuck you as a slut then."

he thursts in with all he has to give, making your body fall down on the bed. he starts thrusting in fast and deep thrusts, your whole body trembling. you are unable to stop moaning at the way he slides in and out. miche doesn't like the way you let go off his cock and he grabs you by the hair to get your mouth around his cock again.

"nu uh, that's not how it's going to go. suck it or im gonna become really mean." you sob, tears filling your eyes as he forces you on his cock again. erwin smiles at the scene in front of him, his cock hitting your cerwix with every thrusts. you feel your body becoming weaker at the way they are treating you. your mind goes hazy when erwin slaps your ass. your whole body goes numb as you near your orgasm.

"don't you dare cum." erwin says but you are far gone to hear him. you cum under his thrusts, your whole body shaking. your feel your consciousness slipping under the intense pleasure.

you wake up on the bed confused. you aren't sure where you are but the salty taste on your tongue reminds you where you are. you feel disgusted when you notice you are covered in cum and you disgust even more at the cum leaking out of you. you try to stand but your legs give up and you can falling on the floor. the sound of you falling makes both of the men appear at the door, laughing at you.

"looks who tried to run away." miche says, walking up to you. erwin leans on the door frame saying, "you're not going nowhere, get on the bed and this time we promised we won't be so rough."

[bethanythebogwitch]

There are some animals that, if they didn't exist and somebody made them up, we would say they had an overactive imagination. The bobbit worm is one of those creatures, the closest we have to a real-life Mongolian death worm. So for this Wet Beast Wednesday, I'll tell you about just how weird it is.

(image: a rare full-body shot of a bobbit worm)

Before we start, I want to go on a brief tangent. What exactly is a worm? Well it turns out that like fish, worms aren't real. At least they aren't from a taxonomist's perspective. In common parlance, we refer to any long, skinny, and (usually) legless invertebrate as a worm. In taxonomy, that is far too broad of a category, especially as lots of animal lineages would have started out as something a lot like a worm and you can't stop being what your evolutionary ancestors were. Instead, taxonomists classify worms into multiple distinct phyla that independently converged onto the worm body plan, including the platyhelminths, nematodes, nemerteans, and annelids. The bobbit worm (Eunice aphroditos) is an annelid, which are known for their multiple body segments. More specifically, it is a polychaete or bristle worm, which are known for having a pair of fleshy protrusions called parapodia on each body segment, which have chitinous bristles called chaetae growing from them. There is some debate that the bobbit worm may actually be a species complex, which is when multiple related species are mistakenly classified as a single species.

(image: a bobbit worm found in an aquarium)

Bobbit worms are the largest of the polychaetes, with the largest known specimen being 299 cm (9.81 ft) long. They are also rather skinny, usually reaching no more than 2.5 cm (1 in) wide. Bobbit worms have a wide range of coloration, ranging from brown to black and often with a rainbow of other colors going down their bodies. You might not notice this, however, because they spend most of their time burrowing under the sand in their Indo-Pacific coral reef habitats. This provides protection from predators and is important to their hunting strategy. Bobbit worms will stick their heads out of the sand and wait while their 5 antennae use chemosensitive and light-sensing cells to detect when fish pass by. When a fish comes too close, the worm strikes. They use a set of retractable jaws that are razor sharp and come together like scissors to bite the fish. This bit is strong enough to cut small fish in half. It is rumored that this is the source of their name, from the Lorena Bobbit case. I will not elaborate further, google it if you don't know. Those fish that are not killed immediately will find themselves bleeding out and paralyzed from venom injected through the jaws as they are dragged into the worm's burrow to be eaten. There are some reports that the wom's chaetae are also venomous and that handling them barehanded can cause permenent numbness, but this does not appear to be the scientific consensus. The worms will also feed on seaweed and other algae, making them omnivorous.

(gif: a bobbit worm catching a fish)

The borrows made by bobbit worms are dug out of the sediment and coated with mucus. The worm uses its chaetae to move in and out of the burrow. The mucus if filled with nutrients that bacteria, particularly sulfate-reducing bacteria, absolutely love. This allows iron sulfides to accumulate in the mucus. When exposed to oxygen in the water, usually at the opening of the burrow, the sulfides will become iron hydroxides. These help reinforce the burrow's opening. Bobbit worms rarely leave their burrows and will retreat at the first sign of danger, making it very hard to spot them in the wild. Several fossilized burrows have been found, one dating to 20 million years ago. Another burrow of a similar animal, possibly an ancient relative of the bobbits, was found dating to 400 millions years ago.

(image: a bobbit worm head with jaws extended)

Bobbit worms reproduce externally. At night, a female will emerge from her burrow and release pheromones that attract males. She will then release her eggs into the water. The males will follow by releasing sperm, allowing for fertilizations. The majority of larvae will die before reaching adulthood. There are rumors that females withh bite off the male's genitals to feed to her young, but this is not true. Bobbit worms can also reproduce asexually by splitting. When handles, a bobbit worm can split itself into multiple sections, each of which can grow into another identical worm. This is a common adaptation in polychaetes as it allows them to survive if a part of them is eaten.

(image: a bobbit worm just sitting there, menacingly)

Bobbit worms have become a nuisance species in aquariums. They are usually introduced as tiny larvae clinging to rocks brought in for decoration or shelter. Once in an aquarium, the worms can grow rapidly and will eat any fish in the tank. Removing them can be very difficult due to their size, regenerative abilities, and reclusive nature. One famous case that introduced a lot of the internet to the worms was that of the Newquay aquarium in England. Aquarium staff were confused when a lot of the fish were vanishing from one tank and the coral was damaged. They tried laying traps, but the intruder ate the fishhooks they used and could bite through 20 lb fishing line. Finally, they lured it out with food, finding a 4 foot long bobbit worm that they named Barry. Barry became a hit online and was moved to his own tank. There apparently were plans to put him on exhibit, but I can't find confirmation that this ever happened. Given that this happened in 2009 and the bobbit worm lifespan is 3-5 years, I am sorry to tell you that Barry has passed away. RIP, king.

(image: Barry after being removed from the tank. His drab color is thought to be the result of poor nutrition)

Because of how reclusive they are, bobbit worms are an understudied species. Attempts to raise them in laboratories have mostly failed, so there is a lot we don't know about their reproduction, development, and behavior. We also don't know if they need any conservation efforts.

How many times in this series am I going to be able to use cards from this series? (image: the bobbit worm card from Weird n' Wild Creatures)

[hanasnx]

thinking about you and terry going out and coincidentally running into that "old friend" who starts putting the moves on you as a "joke."

and listen, i love it in the context of an established relationship. but walk with me here, that toxic non-committal fwb universe i've been cooking up, plus the "old friend" who's clearly tryna hit. boom.

we know terry's confrontational. but for maybe the first time in his life, he's playing it cool because his pride won't let him expose the fact that he actually gives a fuck, yk, since the whole relationship is built on the basis of him wanting you more than you want him.

he's giving the guy dirty looks, clenching his jaw, and biting back nasty words. you're leaning into this guy all close, letting him wrap his arm around you while you laugh at all his jokes, even though you know it's not gonna lead to anything.

it becomes too much for terry when the friend's gotta go, and you leave him with a kiss on the cheek and your number, telling him to give you a call. when the dude's out of sight, terry's got his hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you into the nearest, relatively private space that he can get away with fucking you in.

(ik the blog is on an indy x reader kick, but that was on my mind)

-venus

— source.

and i love that it was on your mind. i love that kind of trope. piece of shit friends are so fun to play around with. the fact you and terry aren't "going steady" is cause for that guy to seize the opportunity: "oh, so you're single?" while terry's got a literal arm around your shoulders. it's such a baffling thing to say, terry's staring at him like he's stupid, and he's so sure you won't give his pos friend the time of day that it's equally baffling when you respond well to it.

"you and terry going out and coincidentally running into that "old friend" who starts putting the moves on you as a "joke."" you dont know what this sentence specifically did to me. specifying it as a "a joke" is so real bcos it gives the friend cause to say, "jeez, ter, chill out, s'just a joke." after he'd just told you that he'd like to see you out of that dress. really softens the blow of rejection too if you say no, but you don't. you entertain it, which rises that tension between the boys.

this guy is from terry's past, and something he hasn't gotten to cutting off yet, but after this night he's sure it'll be no problem regardless of the history they have with each other.

[justrandomayatolover]

I'm a sucker for embarrassed! Mammon he's so mmm 😳 🥰 any general hcs for my baby being embarrassed??

(also I may or may not be but also definitely am like the last 2 obey asks you've answered so thank you for your service)

Amen anon

Mammon acting like 15 year old boy seeing girl for first time

Includes: gn!reader, mammon being needy(and somewhat horny because I said so)

We all know that he's a tsundere, that's no suprise but he has times where he's so needy to the point he doesn't think straight

He can whine to you for affection and if he doesn't get it, he randomly bites you or kisses you like a hungry animal

But moments after he's whole red and just as shocked as you

Babbling and stuttering into your shoulder (also trying to hide a tent in his pants)

It's always so adorable when he does this that you can't help but laugh quietly

And he whines in embarrassment, trying to somehow shove his face further in your shoulder

Pls just caress his hair for reassurance that's okay, he's such a poor baby

Also when he bites you leaving a mark(more like twenty marks) on your neck, jaw or collarbone and someone sees it, he looks away, fidgeting with his shirt or jacket, hoping noone would suspect him

Everyone knows it's him, but don't tell him

Honestly he always tries to do everything perfectly in front of you

But he always messes up somehow

Just looking down at what he was doing, and you laughing at his attempts (affectionately, not mockingly) he wants to be buried and come back in a week

Also everytime you either cough or sneeze he gets so worried and brings you like ten blankets thinking you're dying

Calm him down or you will become a thick burrito

Of course after reassuring him that you aren't in fact dying he mentally scolds himself and just lays down, hiding his red face in a pillow

I love this baby (don't tell my bf) I just want to hold his cheeks and just squeeze them

[scoobysnakz]

Hard Luck

Chap iv

It’s hard finding love when your sole reason to live is your daughter, but when her best friends dad is annoyingly attractive and might have something to do with your rent randomly getting paid, who can blame you for being a little curious?

||* mostly fluff, Raya being an undiagnosed autistic child bc I'm plotting something evil, domestic Miguel if you squint, slightly pervy reader, mentions of oral reader receiving, reader being a silly fan-girl, cliff hanger bc why not.

Guilt. It's an overwhelming feeling that sits in the pit of his stomach in a way he's far too familiar with.

Miguel can name all the good and bad things about guilt. The way it allows you to be held accountable for your actions makes, your mind fray with culpability. How it can prevent someone- him- from doing something that will drive them- him- insane and remind them- him- that they have to have morals that keep them- him- grounded. Or else… or else.

There have been plenty of times Miguel has felt culpability and they have all been about something much more drastic than this. He's lost people, a family, so, so many versions of his family.

He needs to get this universe right. The thought of losing Gabi again makes his gut clench and that ticking in his jaw form again.

The first time it had happened, people had been upset for him, Peter had left him alone without being asked more than once and Jess was just the right amount of critical and loving. They were his guilt.

Then it happened again. And again. And again. And then people were becoming concerned for him, but the kind where they scolded and questioned him so he stopped telling people each time he found a universe he could live in. That first universe was the only one he destroyed he's made sure of that.

And yet he's feeling so intensely guilty for his stalker-like tendencies when he's done much worse.

He knows he shouldn't have followed you, waited for you to enter the shop and prayed to anyone above that your card would cancel. But he needed to get your number- for parental reasons of course. And now he has it.

“I can't do that again,” Miguel groans, hand sliding down his face as he slumps into his chair.

Lyla snickers at him, hands covering her face while her legs kick in the air. Miguel looks over at her, expression unamused.

“It was a complete betrayal of her trust,” his fingers drum on the smooth wood of his desk.

“Don’t think the two of you had a trusting relationship, considering you only just got her number.” her teasing earns her a wave of dismissal.

“I’m this close,” he holds his hand in the air, thumb and index finger millimetres away, “from replacing you.” His leg bounces up and down, jaw tightened and lips pursed.

She scoffs at him and waves a blurred-out finger at him before slumping down on his desk. “But if you replace me how will you watch your girlfriend?”

“You aren't funny. I was watching her because I needed… her daughter is Gabi’s friend I can't have her being some scumbag.” his tone is harsh, fed up, and irritated, but he can't bite back the grin that forms at her teasing.

“She isn't a scumbag…”

Lyla hums in feigned disagreement, her minute pixelated frame now perched on his shoulder as she smirks up at him.

“She’s nice… to me, and old people.”

He glances out the window, dark clouds threatening rain as they swarm the grey sky. He sighs and looks back over at Lyla. He came to this universe for Gabi.

But he can't stop himself from thinking back to the way you smelt. The faint coconut and the mellowness of your washing powder settled gently against his skin like a thin, taunting mist, teasing his stiffening cock.

He relishes the way you let him pull you near. How easily you submitted to the man who hasn't even had a proper conversation with you and pretended to be his partner- his wife. How you put up such a lazy fight against it that it felt almost playful. How your eyes softened the moment you saw him. How you allowed him to help you despite the embarrassment that followed it.

“When you’ve finished being hopeless lover boy,” Lyla chirps, “you might want to y’know be Spiderman.”

***

Miguel didn't expect his offer to go so well. He just assumed that being stuck with two nine-year-old girls for a few hours would be hell but it's surprisingly entertaining.

He knows Gabi inside and out, yet when she's with Raya she's different. And it doesn't feel forced.

The two of them spent ages trying to figure out a flavour because they obviously had to have the same one. They both ended up choosing chocolate, much to Miguel’s distaste. And then when Gabi wanted a sprinkle cone but Raya wanted a plain one they ended up getting tubs.

“It's because she's my best friend, papá,” Gabi had stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Which had made him chuckle.

“How was school?” he asks, feeling a little left out of the conversation.

Raya’d attention is immediately diverted towards him, wide eyes following each movement of his face. “It was fun,” she says quietly- shyly, making sure to swallow before speaking. It’s good table manners

“Papá, we’re talking!” Gabi whines with a pout, “Raya doesn't want to tell you about her day because you're boring.”

So he sits there, practically spilling out of the tiny metal chair, watching them laugh at him and whatever else makes girls their age giggle the way they are. He keeps a smile on his face and his phone on vibrate, waiting for you to reply to his text, or read it at least.

***

Your back arches with ecstasy, hips jolting upwards towards the source of your pleasure. You can feel your gummy walls clenching and when you look down to see what it is that's sliding inside your cunt, you’re met with the sight of the top of someone's head.

Thick, brown curls, all unfurled as you slide your fingers away. They look familiar in a way that makes you feel giddy.

Desperate to see who’s providing this bliss, you push their head away. You’re left with an achy, empty feeling as they pull their fingers out of you and drag their tongue off your puffy folds but you'll have to push past it. Maybe whine a little, but you'll manage.

You look down, brain too fuzzy with arousal to even process Miguel’s deep, chocolatey eyes gazing up at you. He's smiling boyishly, fangs poking over the tops of his perfectly formed, lips that are coated in a deliciously thick layer of your arousal.

“Can I keep going, Hermosa?” his velvety voice rumbles, sending chills down your spine.

Before you get a chance to beg for more than his skilled fingers and soft tongue, the sound of a traumatic radar sound blares and you’re forced awake.

You lie there for a moment, one hand lazily slung across your forehead while the other grips your mouth.

You can't tell if it's guilt or arousal but you can't think straight. All you know is that you just had a painfully realistic dream of a man you barely know eating you out. Part of you wishes it lasted longer but that's beside the point.

There's an uncomfortable slickness between your thighs and you're slightly tempted to do something about it but the constant ringing of your alarm reminds you that you do, in fact, have some form of common sense.

Ignoring the guilt that's swimming in your gut, you sit upright, legs dangling over the edge of the sofa. You sit there for a moment, trying to figure out if you should be feeling that guilt or if it's your brain’s fault. You settle for the latter.

Yawning, you pick up your phone, scanning for notifications you know aren't there. A few from the weather app, another from a period tracking app that says your ovulating (that explains the dream- hopefully) and then… a text from Miguel.

It's one of those texts that you don't know how to reply to, it's got a simple answer but that's rude and all of the emojis are far too informal for someone you have saved as ‘Gabi’s dad’

You stare at Miguel’s text. Let the letter jumble up and scramble into unintelligible blobs as your eyes start to sting with tears before you allow yourself to blink.

I’ve got the girls. Could you text me your address so I can drop Raya off later?

He’s got the girls and now he wants your address. That's the part that makes it so hard to reply.

You don't live in the nicest of areas, graffiti in the stairwell that you have to use because the lift stinks of piss, loud neighbours and a possibly dead cat stuffed into one of the bins at the entrance.

It's embarrassing.

Miguel’s a tailored man, with slicked-back hair and freshly ironed clothes. You contemplated lying about your address, tell him it's some random house, meet him outside before quickly running off with Raya to get the bus.

But you don't want her growing up ashamed of not having money. You can't have her becoming a pompous brat who whines about not getting things. Because that's not who is she now, nor will she ever be.

You tap the smooth glass of your phone screen over and over again with your thumb before forcing yourself to reply. And almost immediately you get a reply

‘👍’

You can't stop the smile that forms on your lips at how fast his response is, he was probably on his phone or coincidentally looking checking his notifications when you sent the text.

But now you have nothing to do. You couldn't pick up an extra shift because- thanks to your stupidity- you somehow forgot that you can't randomly change your hours as a carer. And apparently, you can't even sleep without being a pervert.

Sleep sounds nice though. Your eyes are heavy with countless nights of single-digited hours of sleep. It's pulling at your brain in a way that makes your thoughts fuzzy and your body slowly sinks back into the sofa again.

A loud thudding noise startles you from your sleep. It's repetitive and loud so your first instinct is to slam off your alarm but when you see a blank screen you divert your fatigued brain to the front door.

Completely forgetting about Raya being out with Miguel and Gabi, you pull the door open. You look a mess, mascara smudged and eyes heavier than the weights he probably lifts with those delicious arms…

“Mum,” Raya mumbles, her face buried in her chest as pulls you close.

You stumble back, fighting back a yawn, and nearly fall onto the sofa but Raya pulls you forward. “Hey, baby,” you smile down at her, laughing awkwardly at nearly making a complete fool of yourself.

You drag your gaze up to Miguel, his board shoulders filling out the doorway while his hand clutches onto Gabi’s.

“Miguel,” your voice is groggy but cute and it makes him feel safe on the inside, “Thank you for having her.” You go to playfully nudge Raya but she's no longer next to you, now shyly hidden behind you, clutching into your shirt.

“She has beautiful manners,” his voice is like velvet that's been melted by a log fire and poured on top of Valentine's chocolates.

He looks down at you, eyes briefly tearing away from you to discreetly inspect your apartment. It's cute, homely, you. Lots of blankets and cushions, picture frames dotted around, and a random coat stand that stands bare.

“Would you like to come in?” you offer, attempting to stifle another yawn, failing to succeed as pleasantly the last time.

Miguel opens his mouth, pretty lips parted so perfectly that your half-awake brain might just fall for him on the spot.

“Please, papá! Raya said she has a bunch of teddies!” Gabi pleads, her accent bearing a striking resemblance to Miguel’s.

Before he gets a chance to decline, she pushes past him and skips over to Raya. She grabs her hand and almost immediately her awkwardness melts away as they run into her room.

“Sorry, she's really-”

“Bold?” you offer, head cocked to the side.

“Yeah... Let's go with that version.”

The two of you share an awkwardly dry chuckle before you both look away.

“Coffee?” you break the silence.

“Would be nice,” he finishes for you.

Nervously, you lead him to your minute kitchen island, kicking random toys out of the way before he gets a chance to see them.

As he walks through your apartment, your home, Miguel can't help but feel at ease. It's messy but not in an unhygienic way, you can just tell it's lived in happily.

The waterrings on the countertops, a random bag of bouncy balls left on the floor for someone to trip on. Miguel can imagine himself here, not living, but staying.

Maybe his shoes lazily kicked off in a slobbish pile on the sofa, Gabi’s coat slung on the unused coat rack next to Raya’s and yours.

“Sorry it's a mess, I was going to tidy up but I got… sidetracked. But I promise it's not normally this messy, just today. Which is strangely coincidental but it really isn't. And-”

“It's nice in here,” he cuts you off as if he couldn't hear what you'd just said.

His small slither of praise makes you smile. That toothrottingly sweet smile that makes every fibre of his being burn with arousal.

“Thanks.”

You turn your back to him, searching for your coffee before you grab a small glass jar that has instant coffee in it.

“Fuck,” you grumble, “its empty. So… no coffee for us,” you laugh.

He shrugs his shoulders and takes the jar from you.

“Bin?” he asks.

“There,” you point, “left side is recyclable and right is the other stuff.”

He opens the bin and drops the jar, smiling in satisfaction as it lands with a soft third. He lifts his foot from the pedal before catching a glimpse of red. Curious, he presses down on the pedal again and reads the block writing.

EVICTION NOTICE

[le-panda-chocovore]

ShiuToji Lovers I have a new gift for you

The thing with Toji is that the man is a bastard. He is a pure asshole with no shame or morals. He loves violence and gore, he kills people for fun and doesn't make an exception for women and children. He's a freeloader too, he chooses carefully his victims and uses his charms to crash at their place for a night or a week. When he leaves, there's always some money and food lacking from their place. He feels no remorse about that. Let him in your home for five minutes and he'd find something to take. He can't be trusted with anything, except for the work he's so good at.

Shiu knows that. He knew that since the moment he met the man. Toji wasn't a respectable person, he wasn't someone he wanted to be associated with on a personal level. He was the best man when Shiu had a job to give, but the worst for almost anything else.

That doesn't stop Shiu from sleeping with him occasionally. Because if there's one thing Toji can do better than killing, it's fucking.

But the other thing with Toji, which kinda is Shiu's main problem right now, is that this asshole becomes the most adorable person once his desires are fully satisfied. He's extremely lovely after an orgasm, he gives the best aftercare Shiu has ever experienced. And he's super soft and sweet when he just wakes up and is still half asleep.

So now the sorcerer killer was cuddling against him, his head hidden in Shiu's shoulder but it didn't stop Shiu from feeling the soft lips caressing his naked skin. Toji leaves kisses on him like a bee flies from flower to flower to collect pollen, with care and airiness. He makes his path to Shiu's jaw, kissing it dearly, and the man can only melt under that attention.

"You're making it very hard for me, you know ?" Shiu whispers before his brain can stop the words. He used to be able to control himself, but now every touch weakens him. Makes him want to pour his heart open for the man he calls to kill people.

Toji's hand gently strokes Shiu's hip and brings him closer, as if their bodies weren't already glued together. Toji's lips end on the corner of Shiu's mouth and both of them let out a pleasant sigh.

"What am I making hard ?" Toji asks with the low voice of a man who just woke up. Shiu felt his heart aching.

Trying to not fall in love with you, he almost says, but he manages to keep the thought to himself. He can't let him know. He can't let himself fall for a man whose only use of romance and attraction is to have a place to sleep.

"My dick," he says instead, because it's easier to pretend that all of this is just for sex. That their relationship doesn't actually exist outside of the silent deal they have.

Despite Toji's lovely kisses and soft caresses and tight hugs, despite his sweet smile and his calm voice when they're alone in that apartment, they aren't a couple. And they are not going to be one.

"Oh yeah ?" Toji laughs, and the sound is so precious to Shiu's ear that he has to hold his breath. "Wanna go again ?"

Another kiss, on Shiu's lips this time, makes his heart stop. Maybe Toji is planning to kill him. Maybe that was his plan all along. If so, it is working. And honestly, Shiu won't complain about that way of dying.

"Sure, if you're in the mood."

It's not hard to pretend he just wants to fuck. Toji is incredibly sexy and attractive so it's not really a lie. Shiu already wants him.

"Get me in the mood and I'll make it good for you then~"

And the asshole bites Shiu's lips like a hungry whore. With a moan, Shiu reached down to grab the bastard's cock and choke it without too much strength. Toji let his lip go and went for the tongue, making the other man moan louder. He knows exactly how to make Shiu react and is fully playing with that. Not that Shiu is complaining.

It's easy to change the mood, to go from a softy morning to a horny one. It's easy to distract himself from the panic of his heart by choking on his secret crush's massive cock. It's easy to shut the romantic thoughts with lewd noises.

It's less easy to let the man go after. When the sun has fully risen and both of them are clothed and up, the magic is gone. Shiu knows Toji doesn't like him back, so he lights up his cigarette and closes his eyes when the man leaves. He tells himself that he should stop playing that game because he's really falling and the contact with the ground will be brutal. He won't recover from that hurt.

But when Toji finds his way on him again a few weeks later, two hands on his ass and a range of teeth planted in his shoulder, Shiu can't resist.

What a bastard, really.

[ghostphobic]

t-thinking about... kissing your "friend" surfer!abby's shoulder under the sun? sitting next to each other, facing the sea, her skin that tastes like sunscreen and salty water ❤️‍🩹

this is, once again, sooo late and im so so sorry to whoever sent this skmfkg.. im still trying to get back into my writing groove, but i'm slowly getting there and have a few things planned i promiseee. ANYWAYS anon you are sooo brilliant for this. for this sort of situation i think surfer!abby and reader have very long and established friendship. i think they'd have a generally very touchy feely and kinda flirty relationship until someone really decides to make the first move. i hope i do your idea justice and thank you for sending it!

nights spent the beach with abby aren't even remotely uncommon. in fact, it had become a bit of a weekly thing. you'd decide on a night when you were both free and sit on the beach for hours just talking. sometimes you would pack a picnic or grab food on the way, but most of the time you were lucky to just sit and be with each other.

when abby picks you up for your planned beach 'date', something you had started calling it a few months ago just to hear her annoyed groan and brief lack of eye contact with you, she seems... nervous? she's bouncing her thigh up and down and biting one of her nails— a habit you've been trying to get her to break for years.

"are you okay, abs?" you ask when you get into her car, slight worry lacing your voice.

she holds her hand up and waves you off, "i'm fantastic." she clears her throat and turns to look at you. "now let's go. i don't have all day."

you settle yourself on the shore as abby takes off into the still water for a quick swim. the plush blanket that she brought is soft beneath your legs and there's a smile on your face as you watch her. she's so in her element here, so at peace, and you feel the same way watching her.

she finally makes her way back towards you after a few minutes, smiling at you before shaking her wet hair at you.

"abigail!" you exclaim, covering your face until she stops. "god, you're like a child." you say, though there's no true annoyance in your voice.

she doesn't say anything, just laughs as she grabs a towel to quickly dry herself off with before sitting down next to you.

her laughing fades into a comfortable silence, and you feel an overwhelming sense of contentment in this moment. every so often you can feel water drop from her hair and onto your shoulder. you can smell her sunscreen, the one she's been using for as long as you can remember, and feel the warmth of her skin against yours.

the feeling is so... good and so strong you feel as though you could cry. you turn to look at her and feel your heart start to pound just a little bit harder.

her head is tilted up towards the sky and her eyes are closed, likely enjoying the feeling of the breeze. the moon is bright and you can see her face so clearly. her freckles are so prominent due to immense amounts of time spent in the sun and her lips are fixed in a slight pout. you're sure she's unaware of it, but you've always noticed it and never pointed it out because it's something you love about her.

likely feeling your eyes on her, she opens hers and turns to look at you. her brows furrowing, "what? do i have something on my face?"

you don't say anything, eyes scanning her face before you reach to place your hand against her cheek. she sucks in a quick breath, suddenly seeming to register what you're going to do.

it takes you about two seconds to gather the courage, and another to silently make sure she's okay with it, before you press your lips to hers. it's quick at first, something just a little bit longer than a peck, before you pull back. she doesn't say anything at first and you're afraid you've crossed a line, until she reaches for you and presses her lips to yours again.

her hand is against the side of your neck, and her thumb is pressed against your jaw. the kiss lasts much longer this time around, and slightly more urgent as well. warmth blooms in your chest as your hand tangles itself in her damp hair, and you're hyperaware of how her lips feel against yours. they're soft aside from one spot on her bottom lip that she has a habit of nervously biting, and you can taste the tropical gum she'd been chewing in the car.

she pulls back first, albeit reluctantly, and you both look at each other silently for a second before you both grin.

"see?" you say, hand reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear, "i told you these were dates."

[a-darkworld-fool]

yandere - bottom - omega miguel o'hara ● noncon, breeding, bondage, miguel's paralyzing venom (with a twist!)

alternatively, from this post,

if miguel's omegan charm doesn't work on you, he'll just bite you when you're busy trying to find a way out.

(because you're trapped in a locked room with a bitch beast in heat--miguel is the strongest omega you have ever met--and you're not an animal, you have morals. you won't just mate with a random omega!

you need to get out of there while he's weak. asap!)

underestimating miguel's determination is your mistake though. after all, he's someone who's willing to become a replacement to a dead version of himself in a different universe. who does that? definitely not a sane person.

while his body is indeed weak and uncomfortable with heat, his desire for you is stronger than anything. nothing can stop him from having you.

he will silently walk up to you from behind--slick still dripping out of him and sliding down his legs--and wrap an arm around you to prevent any struggling, as his other arm snakes up to tilt your head, exposing your beautiful neck. he can't wait to feel you inside him.

his warm breath is hitting your skin and that means hestoofuckingclose, was your last thought before he sinks his fangs into you.

the next thing you know, miguel is on top of you. you're trapped between his spread wide open legs, his knees planted on the bed. he's riding you like a depraved slut. his chest shakes every time he bounces and one of his hands is firm on your abdomen to support his weight while the other is playing with his nipple.

it would have been a pretty sight if both were willing participants.

clenching your hand to make sure the venom is gone, you try to push him off of you, but you find yourself unable to because you're tied up spread eagle on the bed with spider-man 2099's signature glowing laser-like web. the red glow a stark contrast in the dim light room. were you too terrified to not notice that before? helpless, you can only watch as you're being used as his personal dildo.

you voice out your anger and hatred toward the omega, however, your words doesn't stop him rather it only spurs him on. he leans down to steal a kiss from you. fortunately, you manage to dodge his lips by turning your head away in disgust.

a sad frustrated whine slips out of him that roughly translates to, why won't you love him, we're making love aren't we, whywhywhy-

so he takes whatever he can get as he leaves trails of kisses from your jaw down to your chest, trying to appease you.

at one point, miguel slams down real hard onto you making the both of you moan out uncontrollably. spasming.

this confuses you. you're not enjoying this, so why is your body all hot and bothered?

it's even more jarring when miguel doesn't stop but instead leans back to focus on fucking himself on you and you see something other than his own juices dripping down his hole. you can hear the wet slaps of his ass hitting your thighs.

how in the world are you turned on by miguel forcing himself on you?

miguel doesn't miss the confusion on your face and enlightens you with his words as he leans down to whisper in your ear, sickeningly sweet,

his venom works differently while he's in heat, he produces a type of venom that paralyzes and assists in reproduction. so be more cooperative and just hold him willingly or he will need to inject more venom into you, okay? you don't want that, don't you? he wants you to enjoy this moment with him.

your eyes go wide in horror. he's basically drugging you, forcing you to enjoy this. that's the last thing you want.

you shake your head chanting, nononono- and start to struggle against the bonds, but miguel's weight is holding you down to do much more than that.

in the end, you climax with him for the nth time as tears flow down your face. miguel purrs in contentment, feeling full of your spend and finally gets to steal a kiss from you, knowing that you're too tired to reject him.

you lie there defeated with miguel's warm body on top of you. not speaking a word. you try ignore him and hope that he's done playing this sick game with you.

just when you thought the nightmare is finally coming to an end, you feel miguel squirming, moving again while murmuring what you usually call his delusional nonsense,

how can you hate such a good omega? you two are a perfect fit. he's made just for you. why can't you see it?

this goes on until his heat ends...

... or possibly longer?