#but if i say it quiet enough it wont bite me

[silverskye13]

hi so i was rereading rns as one does and this line struck fear into my heart:

"My I-Owe-Yous come with two conditions,” Helsknight informed him, his voice taking on that rehearsed tone. “I cannot violate my knight’s tenets, and I cannot attack Evil X. We have a previous bargain already made.”

afaik the demon has yet to cash in the IOU unless im blind and uh. what if he makes helsknight hurt tanguish. and tanguish knows how to fight now so hes not helpless so idk if helsknight could use his tenets to get out of it. although he did promise not to use his sword. anyways itll probably be fine right? right? i am shaking in my boots. also rns is even awesomer rereading it theres so many things im noticing this time ariund.

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[shotmrmiller]

this is just another pathetic!simon blurb. Not the second part to this. unedited.

Johnny is Simon's wingman.

One quiet evening, Johnny sits you on the bed and asks you if you'd do Simon a solid.

"A favor is me washing his clothes, or making him breakfast, Johnny! Not sucking him off!"

He is completely undeterred by your reaction and just grasps your hand to press a kiss on it. "Ach, dinnae be like that." He's out of his fucking mind, you think, and you move to walk away when he blocks the exit with his body.

"Bonnie. Just hear me out. Ghost, err, Simon, he's lonely. He's a big man, with an oppressive air about 'em, aye? His stare is unnerving to say the least. Lasses run for the hills when they see em— if they aren't frozen in place with terror."

You can feel your soft heart crack because Simon is so sweet, so kind— how can anyone be afraid of him? and that's what you tell Johnny.

He tightens his lips into a firm, white line to keep from telling you that the Simon you think is just so sweet, has shoved his tactical knife in between the ribs of his enemies remorselessly, and breaks their necks without a second thought. He snuffs out life as if it were the only thing he was good at.

"Aye, bonnie. He's not very good when it comes to lasses. He can be intense, and not a lot of people can handle that," Johnny kisses the palm of your hand, "But not ye— yer good at handling intense." And then he says the most pitiful thing you've heard. "It's been decades since someone's touched him willingly."

Johnny's eyes glow as he physically sees you give in, and you've barely given your assent when he's bolting out the bedroom door.

With a shaky exhale, you get up and start to change into something more comfortable. You're probably gonna be on your knees for a while.

--

You gape once you see Simon pull out his manhood. "Er...How are you, uh- what?"

Simon's cock is huge. Monstrous, even. It's so heavy it doesn't even stand erect— just falls downward. He's so thick, you don't think you can even wrap your hand around it. His balls hang low— full and would overflow your hand if you cupped them.

At least he trims.

Simon took his mask off for this, so when you look up at him through your lashes, his cheeks are ruddy, and he's nervously biting his bottom lip.

In a comforting gesture, you extend your hand and take his hand in yours, applying gentle pressure to his curled fingers, coaxing him to let go of the tension.

"Relax, Simon. You're alright. Nothing I can't handle."

Johnny is watching you proudly as he sits next to Simon on the edge of the mattress.

"Aye, LT. She'll treat ye right, wont ye bonnie?"

You nod, and shuffle closer, to be inches from Simon's length.

"I've got you. Just feel, hm?" Slowly and deliberately, you interlace your fingers with Simon's. "I'm gonna start now, okay?"

Sticking your tongue out, you tentatively lick his slit, tasting the leaking pre-cum, and swirl your tongue around his head. When you encase your lips around his tip, his hot, salty seed is instantly coating your tongue.

You let go of his hand to wrap it around him and pump as you bob your head, helping him ride out his orgasm. The moment you feel him stop twitching in your hand, you pull away and are about to swallow— only for Simon to lean down and slant his lips over yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. He curls it around yours, completely uncaring that he's tasting himself.

He breaks the kiss and licks his cum and your saliva from the corner of his lips.

Johnny laughs as he reaches down to wipe the mess left behind with his thumb.

"That was a filthy kiss, wasn't it bonnie?" and then he turns his attention to Simon, murmuring into his ear loud enough for you to hear. "How was Bonnie's mouth, LT? Was it like ye hoped? Her slick tongue against your slit? I bet it felt heavenly."

You don't know if it's the thought of your lips wrapped around him, or if it's Johnny so close to Simon's ear that his lips graze the shell of his ear, but Simon's length stirs, rising to half-mast.

It's been 2 minutes, and he's ready to go again.

--

Simon must've gotten more comfortable, or his mind is simply hazy with lust, because the moment you put him into your mouth, he harshly thrusts into you, blocking off your air and triggering your gag reflex.

The hurck you choked out was unattractive and thank goodness Johnny was here because his reaction was almost instantaneous.

"Ghost, no— ye cannae do that, aye? Yer much too large for her, have tae take it slow," and chuckles. "Otherwise, she might bite."

Simon speaks for the first time that evening. "I don' mind a little teeth."

Johnny cackles. "Whether ye like it or nae, ye have tae be considerate. Let her work ye, she knows what she's doin'."

You stick him in your mouth again, and this time flatten your tongue as you go as deep as you can, and curl it to drag along the thick vein on the underside of his cock when you pull back.

Johnny hisses and asks Simon if it feels good. If the tip of your tongue is snagging on the ridge of his flared head— if it feels like your throat wants to swallow him whole.

Simon's ears are red, and he's panting harshly as he jerkily nods at what Johnny's saying, never looking away from you as you work him into another peak.

He comes with a snarl when you cup his balls, and a fingernail scrapes the thin, sensitive skin of his perineum.

Johnny coos at Simon, "Oh, that must've been delicious, the way her fingers stroke ye. The way her throat closes up around ye when ye push a little too far."

Simon spurts more cum onto your tongue when he hears that.

--

You've been on your knees for what felt like hours, and Simon comes for the fifth time that night when you slightly pinch the tender skin of his head with your teeth.

This time, Simon grabs himself to come over your face— viscous, globs of cum over your eyes and nose. He taps his cock on your cheek, a sticky slapping noise resonating in the room.

--

You sit with your eyes closed and hear someone get up and walk toward the bathroom, hopefully to get you a bloody towel, when you feel a strong, wet tongue drag across your cheekbone.

"Gross, Simon."

"Nae, bonnie, it's really not that bad. Otherwise, ye widnae have swallowed most of everythin' LT gave ye."

"Gross, Johnny."

@pieckyghost i aint finna get locked up again!

[kaivenom]

Hallo, could you please write a nsfw text for mihawk? (my english is bad, sorry)

Making you moan

Summary: You always are the emotional on the relation, but tonight somethings got on your mind and you just need to make Dracule do some noise.

Pairing: Dracule Mihawk x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, functional adults comunicating, moaning Mihawk (please)

A/N: Hallooo, don't worry, english is not my first language either so i can often make mistakes. I will asume that you mean like a one shot so i hope i got it right.

"What do yo think you are doing?" he asked you rolling his eyes from the newspaper.

"Making dinner." you answered oblivious.

"With shorts, a top and no bra?"

"I am cold." you were freezing but you wanted to make him want you and burn in desire.

You can feel his piercing eyes on you, never leaving your figure, maybe your plan It's working.

Then, he got up and approached you. His steamy body meeting yours. He is radiating too much heat, thats what happens when he wants to have sex, amazing.

"My (y/n), if you wanted to catch my attention, you suceeded." He started rubbing against your core.

You followed his rythm and started moving too, but even with your efforts, he still didn't make a sound... Not a groan, not a whimper, not even a choked gasp.

"Stop." He frozed.

"Why the change?"

"Cause i say," you turned around "why dont you make sounds when we are together?"

"Cause i am a grown powerful man and i dont whimper like a boy. You make enough noise for the two of us." You were flustered, now his body pressing yours against the kitchen sink.

"You know how weird It feels when i moan because you make me feel good but then i do something to you and you stay silent? Sometimes, it makes me feel like you dont like it."

"Dont ever say that you dont make me feel good. If youre pressence here wasnt pleasant you wont be living in this castle." His low voice made you shiver and start having doubts.

Maybe his right, you've only been dating for a year, maybe you are asking to much and just need to get used to It. His mouth on your ear lobe got you out of guard. His hands roaming carefully your waist. You were about to push him away when you hear It... A bite on your ear and a groan, so low and so gutural that you almost cummed right then and there.

"I am a fucking trained man, i dont let my emotions get me into battle and i cant afford to have feelings like this or indulge this insignificant requests... But you are too much stuck in my heart to say no, i asume i Will have to let myself get at your mercy."

You were surprised about his words and really arroused at how It sounded right on your ear with that breathy voice. You laid a little on the sink to be able to rub your knee against his bulge. Another groan and a shaky breath, you felt like heaven and coudlnt help but escape a little whimper. He sounded really hot.

"I told you you were noisy."

"Shut up, i fucking love the way you sound."

His kisses were usually calm, today that are savage, messy and needy, with beautiful whimpers between. You took away your top, leaving your breasts free and he took unbottoned his shirt.

With his firm hands he wrapped your legs and put it on his waist, moving you all around to his dining chair.

When he sat down, you could finally feel all his boner thru his pants and you were dying of expectation. At least his mouth got into your nipples and you felt a little releaved.

He is always do quiet and careful about every move that right now, with his sloppy kisses on your nipples, you werent able to think straight.

"You are really naughty and bossy, you are lucky i am a reasonable men."

"Shut up please, and dont stop." You could swear you almost saw a smile on his face, he must be having a good time.

He continued like that, making you move on his lap trying to find some friction to endure his action on your chest.

"Please, Drac, i need you to start doing something more." He stopped and laid himself on the chair, suddently you feel the cold on your body.

"If you are so desperate to hear me you need to earn It, you will have to push that sounds out of me."

You couldn't believe, he was being mean, he isnt usually like that. But right now, you couldnt café less about degrading yourself or submitting to his commands.

You got up and took of your shorts and panties all in once and went to free his cock, never breaking eye contact. His tip was red, he might be calm but his dick doesn't lie, he is about to burst for you.

You were so wet that you didn't even needed to dilate yourself, so you sat again on his lap and this time you aligned his cock with your entrance.

Slowly, you begin to sink on him until your pussy swallowed all his lenght. A broken low pitched note escapes Mihawk voice at the same time as you were catching your breath.

"No way, you moaned?" You said after analizing the moment, his face seemed even a little angry.

"Dont make a big deal about It, thats why you wanted."

"It Is, thats why i am going to make a big deal about It, dont tell me you faked It."

"Why would i fake something that you are so worried about, shut up and starting moving if you want to hear more."

One hand grabbed your hair and pushed you to meet his lips, agressively. The other hand traveled to your ass to help you start moving.

You hid your face on his neck while you begin moving so you can fully hear his groans, whimpers and littles shakes he is doing. You feel like you were about to burst.

At it only was a matter of a couple of minutes for you to start feeling the knot in your stomach starting to build up, almost there, and you could sense that Mihawk too.

You did a couple heavier thrusts and you finally cummed but for once, wasnt your voice the most heard one. Suddently Mihawk trembled and moaned, not like a while ago, this time fully letting his voice free. Hearing that, feeling him cumming inside with that relieve, only made your orgasm better.

"You happy now?" he was trying to recover.

"Of course i am, thank you." he only kissed your cheek with his heavy breathing, this made him really emotional and exhausted, but he was sure he like it.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Been in a dom gyu brainrot lately I HAVE BETRAYED MY ROOTS IK IM A DISGRACE 😟😪 IT WONT LEAVE MY MINDHSJ ITS PAINFUL BUT ANYWAY SHORT DISCOMBOBULATED DRABBLE

Thinking about high sex w stoner boy beomgyu with piercings ! whose always known to get into some kind of trouble all the time, always mischievous and teasing and your friends saying he’s bad a influence on you and you shouldn’t hang out with him that much but you still do and don’t listen to them, always dismissing and saying you have absolutely NO feelings whatsoever and that it is PURELY platonic despite harbouring the most intense feelings for this guy sigh…😟 but you know he’s only trouble and probably doesn’t like you that way so you just kinda ignore it.

But one day you find yourself in a random quiet empty bedroom at a college party with him, sitting on the bed together as he smokes a joint and you both talk and laugh about random shit away from the mess of a party going on.

Beomgyu nonchalantly offers you his joint and you, slightly timid stumble and admit you’ve never tried it. Beomgyu only grinning at you, eyes lighting up at that and insisting that you should at least try, saying he really wants to get high w you and that it would be so fun with you, saying that he’d make you feel safe, it’d just be the both of you you trust him right? You’re good friends after all 🤷‍♀️.

And so you awkwardly take the joint, doing what he tells you to do, a bit nervous and embarrassed and still confused despite the simple introductions. Beomgyu chuckling at you and coming closer to you as he decides to just hold the joint for you instead and places it to your mouth, guiding you in and it feels way too intimate with the way he’s looking at you as well.

It doesn’t take long before the weed starts to kick in, both of you taking long drags and passing the joint round and you guys getting extremely high off your asses, anything and everything becoming funny.

“Heyyyy, heyy gyu. What’s shotgunning? I’ve heard it before idk what is is thoughh. What is it?” it’s a genuine curious question your stoned self asks and beomgyu’s eyes widen for a split second before he’s smirking widely and raising a brow at you.

“Could show you if you want~” And you nod your head rapidly, stoned self just so curious and innocent, it’s hard for beomgyu to contain himself.

He cups your cheek and comes even closer to your face, lips very lightly grazing at yours but enough that you can feel his snake bite lips rings faintly on you as he smugly puffs the smoke into your mouth, his eyes not leaving yours as he grins, hand still softly on your cheek, your mouth hanging open as you gasp loudly, not believing what’s even happening rn.

“Come on now it’s only fair you do it to me too right?” Beomgyu sits back, and stares at you, ego a bit too high rn as you hesitantly shuffle closer to him, feeling your face drastically heat up and you take a drag nervously, slowly inching towards him before beomgyu’s impatient self sighs and pulls you into his lap so sudden and harsh you yelp.

You take turns shotgunning, lips faintly touching but never enough, your brain and the room clouded over with curls of heavy smoke and weed as you breathe heavily and your face is still so heated up, eyes half lidded. Beomgyu finally pulling away and stopping, softly giggling and asking if you get it now.

Your baked ass then touching his lips, running your fingers over his lip piercings, eyes crazed and babbling about how hot you’ve always found his snake bites hot and beomgyu chuckling at that, both of you staring into each others eyes and looking down at your lips that he finds himself smashing his lips with yours, making out intensely but sloppily for what feels like hours, beomgyu hovering on top of you as his rough kisses start to trail elsewhere and you can’t help whimpering his name as he sucks hickeys and goes even further to your collarbone and his hands roaming practically everywhere, him still teasing you until you’re pleading that you need him so bad and right now.

Not even a breath later and he’s fucking into you with frantic urgency, not bothering to take either of your clothes off, settling for quickly pushing his baggy ripped jeans slightly down and pulling your panties to the side, lifting your shirt up so he can see your tits jiggling as he practically pounds into you erratically, hips smacking with yours as he moans even louder than you the entire time, rubbing his thumb over your clit, still making out with you and smelling the strong scent of weed from each other, still so dazed and both your minds fogged even more sensitive because of the drugs, everything feeling 10x stronger as he desperately tries to make you cum on his cock and it’s not long before he’s coating you too and fucking the cum back into you, fucking whilst stoned so messy

Then you wake up the next day, trying to remember what even happened, freaking the shit out and ready to run away any second, nearly leaping out the bed but beomgyu only pulls you in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist so you can’t escape, sleepy and stupid grin on his face, mumbling about how he hopes you don’t regret it and that he definitely doesn’t

“Hmm~let’s skip classes today and cuddlee. You’re so comfy.”

“You’re always skipping classes, choi beomgyu.”

“So what?! You still like me hehe”

“When did I ever say I liked you?!”

“As if I wouldn’t notice. You’ve been giving me heart eyes for ages. It was cute loll. You were so bad at hiding it~”

[moonstruckme]

hi! i have a request, but not for a specific character, you can pick who you want to write about i just ask that it’s not about any of the stranger things characters😅 but could you write something just pure and fluffy and sweet with a plus size!reader please? there is a serious lack of just pure plus size!reader fanfics, almost all of the ones i find are smut and it makes me quite sad because i’m currently not able to read smut because of mental health reasons🥹 i just want to read something so sweet and pure and loving with a plus size!reader and her man just loving her softness and curves.

Hi sweetheart! I hope this is alright <3

Sirius Black x plus size!reader ♡ 822 words

You’re innocently reading when cold fingers try to jimmy into the crease between your thighs. You squeal. “Sirius, don’t! Shit, your fingers are freezing.” 

He pouts. Even with his pretty lips and freakishly long lashes, the expression doesn’t work on you like it used to. Sirius has worn it out. “Exactly,” he whines. “They’re cold, and you’re so warm. Quit being selfish.” 

“So get a blanket like a normal person,” you chide. “Don’t make your cold fingers my problem.” 

Sirius scowls. “I thought my problems were your problems. Isn’t that, like, the point of a relationship?” 

You lower your book to give him a look. “That’s an awfully self-serving idea of what a relationship is supposed to be, Siri.” 

He huffs, reaching the whole two feet to grab the blanket you’ve strewn over the armchair. “Fine. You must have me in your thrall or something, you know that? I used to get whatever I wanted. Where did it all go so wrong?” 

“Not sure.” You flip your page idly, though you’re not really reading anymore. Just baiting your boyfriend, as you are wont to do. “Maybe when you stopped trying to woo me.” 

Sirius gasps, and your book is torn from your hands. He sets it on the table, and you both pretend he hasn’t done it with care, saving your page. “How dare you! I woo you every day of the week.” 

“Mmm.” You try to look unimpressed, but you know he can see the smile you’re fighting. “I don’t feel very wooed when you try to use me as a human heating pad.” 

SIrius’ grin comes out to play. You take that as permission to release your own. “Aw, m’sorry, lovely girl,” he croons, bending to brush his lips over the place on your thigh where his fingers had clawed for entry a minute before. “Have I not been telling you how wonderful you are often enough?” 

You bite your lip against the giggle bubbling up your throat. “You could stand to do it more.” 

“My pretty baby.” Sirius grips the fat of your hips, pulling himself upward to kiss you on the lips. “My sweet, darling angel, do you know how much I love you?” He moves to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, just under your eye, kiss-kiss-kissing all up and down your face. 

Your giggles escape, and you break, hands touching his waist to keep him close. “I do,” you admit happily. “I love you too.” 

“No, but not nearly as much as I love you.” His voice wilts with a dejection that’s entirely for show, leaning back to bat his too-long eyelashes at you pitifully. “You really have no idea, do you? You silly thing. I think I need to show you more often.” 

You’re quiet, shaking with silent laughter Sirius pretends not to notice. 

“I love you here,” he says, palms rubbing soothingly up and down your thighs, “but for more than just because they’re so warm. And I love you here” —his hands slide over the material of your shirt, up your waist, dipping lovingly into each rolling curve— “and here” —he follows the path to your broad shoulders, squeezing lightly before continuing upwards to cup your face— “and I love—baby, are you paying attention? This is important—I love you here.” He pecks you on the lips. “Love love love you, gorgeous. I love you here, too.” He kisses your nose, then presses his lips to your forehead. “I love you here most of all,” he says, words all mushed up against your skin. “Do you believe me now?” 

“Sirius,” you say softly, face now infinitely warmer than it had been a minute ago, back when you’d been under the impression that you were the one teasing him. “Of course I believe you.” 

“Good.” He gives your head one more firm kiss before backing off, giving you one of those sweetheart, earnest smiles he keeps locked away for special occasions. “It’s important that you know, you know?”

“Mhm,” you say, and his grin widens at your shyness. It takes a lot for him to make you this bashful these days, so your flush is a victory for him. “This was all a part of your grand scheme, wasn’t it?” 

Sirius blinks at you. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” 

You stare him down for a few seconds before sighing. “Fine, you can use my legs to warm your hands.” 

“Yes!” He wastes no time, worming his fingers into the soft inner part of your thighs. You tense at the cold. “I prefer not to think of it as using you. More like affection that also happens to have utility, yeah?” 

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, fighting a shiver as you pick your book up from the coffee table. “It’s like you said, you get whatever you want.” 

Sirius leans forward, pecking you sweetly on the lips. “You know it, babe.”

[heizlut]

Study Session

alhaitham drabble

cw: exhibitionism. that’s really it

tags: afab fem reader. dom alhaitham. no use of y/n. kaveh is mentioned briefly. fingering (f!receiving).

(part 2 here)

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Cooped up in a more secluded section of the House of Daena, Alhaitham has one of his muscular arms wrapped around your waist as you sit in his lap, keeping your legs spread apart with his own as you struggle to focus on the textbook in front of you. Two of his thick fingers thrust in and out of your sopping cunt while his free hand grasps your throat just tight enough to put on a little pressure. You stop reading, too focused on the growing need to cum when he rips his fingers from your pussy. You let out a small whine, feeling empty and having your impending orgasm ripped away from you. His grasp on your throat tightens and he speaks low and harsh in your ear, “Did I tell you to stop reading?” A harsh slap to your puffy clit has you biting your lip to hold in your moan. “Keep going, princess or else you wont be cumming at all”, he whispers.

You nod your head and keep reading, trying to focus on the words in front of you. “Good girl…”, Alhaitham coos and pressed his fingers back into your drippy cunt. His actions cause your words to slur into a soft moan, making him smirk and let out a satisfied hum as he continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, “Keep quiet now, princess. You wouldn’t want to catch anyone’s attention now would you?” You subconsciously clench around his fingers at his words making him chuckle softly, “Oh? From the way you’re clenching around my fingers, it almost seems like you would enjoy the idea of being caught. Maybe my little girlfriend really is a whore after all..” You shake you head, pouting slightly, “N-no, ‘m not a whore.” Alhaitham rolls his eyes and curls his fingers up to hit your g-spot causing you to let out a rather lewd moan. He releases your throat to quickly cover your mouth with his large hand, “Only whores moan like that in public. Now keep your mouth shut.” You nod your head slightly and he removes his hand from your mouth and unbuttons the top of your shirt so he can slip his hand in. He begins to toy with your nipples, twisting and pinching them as he continues to finger you harshly.

If anyone were to pass by, surely they would hear the lewd sounds of your squelching cunt. “H-haitham.. gonna cum..”, you whimper softly, rocking your hips against his hand. Alhaitham leans his head down, licking and biting at that sensitive spot on your neck and growls, “Cum for me.” That’s all the confirmation you needed as the knot inside you finally breaks and you cum all over his fingers, your juices dripping onto the floor. Not even a moment later, Kaveh makes his way over to where you both were, “Alhaitham! There you are! Have you seen my…” The words die in his throat, eyes widening at the sight before him and he blushes furiously, clearing his throat and quickly averting his eyes, “Ah.. um.. nevermind” He turns on his heels and quickly leaves the two of you behind.

You and Alhaitham sit there in silence for a moment before breaking out in soft laughter, “At least it was just Kaveh. That could’ve been so much worse if it had been anyone else”, you say through giggles. “Come on, I think we’ve spent enough time here already. Let’s go home”, Alhaitham says with a small smirk on his face.

Poor Kaveh certainly could not get the lewd sight of you and Alhaitham out of his head that night…

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a/n: this ain’t much but it’s honest work. i may or may not write a part 2 for this…

[lockleysfav]

Haze

Miguel o’hara x afab!reader

summary: Miguel makes you choose a side. Miles or him. The ache in your heart tells you to help the boy instead of the man you have known for years, so you make the decision but Miguel can’t just let you go.

warnings: TW, nsfw, non con, Miguel can’t control his anger, jealousy, name calling, biting, Miguel is literally delulu, kidnapping?, breeding kink, yandere-ish

This all started because you had tackled Miguel off of Miles and had let him escape again. Miguel never told you why he was chasing him, so you told him you wouldn’t help until he told you what the fuck was going on. It wasn’t fair you were running around like a confused puppy not knowing what you’re doing is right or wrong.

Miguel’s eyes had burned red when you let miles go again, he dragged you back to his base and shoved you onto his couch.

“why..why would you do that y/n!!” he paced in front of you angrily, he couldn’t look at you because he knew if he did he would see those eyes he loves so much, he couldn’t go soft now. You needed to make up your mind.

“I don’t know what’s going on Miguel! Maybe if you told me i-” you were cut off by his hand wrapping around the back of your hair and tugging it back, his face merely inches from yours.

“You shouldn’t have to know, you should take my side regardless. i only do what’s right”

You were tearing up from the sting of having your hair pulled on, miguel notice and you could feel his grip loosen just a little, enough to ease the sting.

There was a pause between you both. Truth be told you didn’t know what to say. From your perspective, without knowing what’s going on Miguel simply looks like a bully. You were getting so sick and tired of lies, people hiding things from you, all you have done is be there for Miguel and yes he’s done the same for you so what’s so hard to just let you know what miles has done?

“awfully quiet cupcake” he whispers softly and you look up at him, you looked terrified of him and he winced just for a second. “w-why wont you make me understand?” you were shaking now, and miguel only squeezed his eyes shut before letting go of you. “you wanna understand?” he seethes as he towers over you “you can understand from me, or you can skip your way to miles and maybe he can tell you why”.

Your heart was pounding so hard it was starting to hurt. Miguel was angry, but deep down he wasnt angry at you he was angry with himself. It was almost as if everytime he shouted at you, he would watch you cower from him and it felt like someone had dropped an anvil on his chest. He loved you, he would do absolutely anything for you but his ra-

“Miles” you whispered, looking down at the floor.

Miguels guilt, his regret had vanished just like that. He blinked and stepped forward “What?”

You backed away and looked at his chest instead of his eyes, you couldn’t bare to see what he was feeling. Betrayal? Anger? probably both.

“If you wont tell me…miles will” you started walking past him but you gasped when Miguel grabbed your arm and dragged you to his desk “just like that huh? you choose someone else” his voice was shaking with anger, he made you choose but he didn’t expect you to choose anyone other than him.

“Miguel you’re scaring me” you were already crying, desperate to get him to let go. He hadn’t realised his claws had come out and they were digging into your skin, he only notices when he feels your blood leak down his fingers and past his knuckles.

It didnt make him stop tho

You were pushed over his desk harshly “i have given you everything, i have done everything for you. All i asked was for you to stay out of this YOU were the one who decided to get involved” he ripped off your suit and pressed himself against you, leaning forward so his chest met your back. “i bet you chose miles because you knew i wouldn’t actually let you go” he laughed under his breath “you want this, i bet even more than i do” his dick was hard against your ass, even through his suit you could feel it throbbing.

You were thrashing underneath him “Miguel stop! please please i don’t wanna do this i’m scared” you were sobbing and still putting up a fight to get him to snap out of this.

“Shhh shh oh cupcake don’t cry” he kissed the back of your hair and rubbed his thumb back and fourth on your hip. He pushed forward and the both of you let out a small noise. “Don’t scream” was all you heard before your panties were torn off and not even seconds later Miguel buried his thick cock inside you, bumping against your cervix.

Your scream lasted a millisecond before miguels hand came to your mouth and held it shut “nasty little slut, don’t pretend you didn’t want this to happen” he was steady, a simple pace but as soon as you felt a pulse of rage wash through you, you bit his hand and he only grunted a little. You could hear his breathing become heavier, and the sound of his fangs coming out made you flinch. “Wait Mig-” you were cut off when he slammed his hips into you, forced your arms behind your back and bit into the side of your neck.

You couldn’t scream, the poison aswell as the bite had shocked you.

Miguels hand let go of your arms and he kicked your legs further apart before pounding into you. “silly..silly girl” he had his hand on your back keeping you still while his other held your hip “mmm i should’ve fucked you in a position where you could see just how good your little cunt takes me” you knew he was lying, about how ‘well’ you were taking him. You know you’re swelling, red sore, maybe even bleeding on his dick.

“i can barely even fit in this tight- f-fuck” his hip’s stuttered when you accidentally clenched around him, you were trying to hide the sounds of your crying but when you clenched, his claws dug into you again and you yelped in pain “Shhhh there there, it’s okay pumpkin look at you, doing so good, not fighting me” he kissed the bite mark on your neck and drove his dick deeper inside your gut. You gripped a random object that was on his desk and you stifled a pained scream. “Stop! i can’t i- you’re too deep you’re hurting me!”

Miguel huffed and flipped you onto your back so he could see your face. Seeing it messy with tears made his dick throb and he ignored your pleas completely, grabbing your legs and pushing them back so your knees were almost beside your head. You were tiny compared to him, he could fold you if he wanted to.

“Miguel stop!” you screamed at him and he hushed you again, he felt a little bad so he finally started fucking into your g-spot. The change in your expression was priceless, you choked out a moan and quickly grabbed on his huge arms “m-miguel” you buried your face against his chest as he smiled “atta girl, you like that dont you?” he supported the back of your head with his hand as you whined against his chest, his other arm holding himself up as he made you take him deeper, bare in mind, he wasn’t all the way inside you.

“no more no more” you breathed out when miguel kept trying to fit himself completely inside you. For once this time, he listened and pulled out just a bit and started kissing you. “i’ve always wanted this” he purrs against your lips and wipes a tear from your cheek. “do you know..fuck..how many times i’ve gotten hard seeing you in your perky little spider suit hm?” his breathing became heavier as you shook your head no, he whimpered and shook his head slightly ��so-so many times baby”.

He was pulsing inside you now, and you could feel him struggling to hold himself together. “y/n” he whimpered again and gripped your thigh, his hand letting you lay your head back down softly before he pushed his thumb against your clit and rubbed it, making you jolt up and cling to him. He picked you up with ease and had you against his wall, your legs over his shoulders so there was no way of you touching the ground or escaping. “Gonna breed this little pussy, stuff it- ah- full” you dug your nails into the back of his neck and he moaned against your neck, shooting his cum so far inside you. The feeling of it tipped you just over the edge and you desperately started grinding yourself against the roughness of the trimmed hair surrounded his dick. He groaned and helped you grind against him to drag out your orgasm “thats it pumpkin that’s it…good girl” he kissed along your jawline and carried you to his bed, laying you on your back.

You were about to move but he shook his head, kissing your cheek “the chances are better if you lay on your back” he whispered and you were about to ask what he meant but you suddenly couldnt move. “i’ll uncuff you in a short while princess, just stay still for me okay? i love you so much you’re not going anywhere” he smiled against your skin before leaving.

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[crybaby-bkg]

You’re slow dancing in the living room with Bakugou one night. It’s later than he’s typically up, but neither of you could really sleep, and found yourselves in each others arms. His head rests on top of yours, and your feet are on top of his, as he gently waltzes you two around the room. You sigh into the naked skin of his chest, feel his heartbeat beneath your ears, kiss the scar on his skin.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, eyes fluttering shut. You can feel the breath Bakugou takes in, deep and shuddering. He’s quiet for a moment, as he sways you left and right, before answering,

“I love you too,” he tells you truthfully. You blink a couple of times, biting at your bottom lip to quell the emotions that always bubble up when it comes to him and your love. Why is it always so overwhelming?

“So much it makes my heart hurt, actually.” You confess quietly, squeezing him a bit tighter to you. He does the same, skims his mouth across your hairline as he takes in the smell of your shampoo.

“Mine too.” He mirrors you, makes you wanna hold him tighter until he combusts in your arms, the flames of his flesh taking you out with him. But all you can do in the moment is bite gently at his pec.

“Don’t ever leave me, okay?” You warn him, finally pulling away enough to look up at him. Bakugou frowns at you, eyes flickering between the wet stain and your teeth imprints on his chest, and up to your eyes that shine with vulnerability. He stares at you for another few beats before kissing your forehead.

“I would never.” He says, and he sound so sure. So sure that he’d never fall out of love with you. So sure that he’d never find anything better. So sure that he will escape death every time. So sure that he’ll come back to you, even if it has to be in pieces. So sure that his heart will forever beat to the rhythm of your name, sure that you will forever be apart of him.

“You’ll never catch me crying or begging for a man.” You stick your chin up to him in defiance, but he sees it wobble anyway. “But if you ever leave me, I don’t think I’d survive it. Don’t leave me.” Your voice gets soft, pleading, and you find him wiping away tears you hadn’t known escaped.

“I won’t.” Bakugou tells you, seriously, as he goes from holding your waist to your cheeks so that you can’t look away from him. “I wont I wont I wont.”

“Tell me you love me again.” You demand from him almost immediately, and he answers you just as quickly.

“I love you.” He doesn’t hesitate, confesses so surely, that your eyes flutter at the sound. You bring his face to yours until his mouth skims your own, whispering against it,

“One more time?” You plead, and he obliges you. He always does.

“I love you I love you I love you.” And he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you until you’re breathless and giggling, leaving behind the world around you. All you have is him, and you’re sure that he’s all you need.

[bear-remn]

—Deadly eyes concept art v2 ₊ ⊹

hi! here is the concept art for deadly eyes and the opinions of the diaboy´s about my girls! this is the volume two so enjoy!

—MAKO SHIZUKI ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧

—diaboy´s thoughts on mako ୨୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

—shuu:

"to slippery and kinda restless, but a sweet scent i guess.."

"too weak, just a bite and she already faint... boring.."

"doesn´t put on a big figth, but she´s really whiny, ayato likes that.."

—reiji

"she is good enough i suppose, but i can make her better.."

"her blood is quite sweet, hot and thick but there´s something... i cant explain about her that bothers me.."

"mako has everything kirari lacks of, good manners, do as i say and surrenders to my mercy.."

—ayato

"such a stupid human, and so easy to make her do as i please! haha.."

"she is so lucky yours truly put his eye on her, otherwise, she wouldn´t be living her best life.."

"her blood, body and soul are all mine, i wont let my brothers have her, i dont share whats mine.."

—kanato

"at first i thought she would be a pain in the ass but she is very obedient, i like that.."

"she´s pretty, and dresses good, she looks like a doll, her eyes are big and bunny like haha.."

"teddy like´s her too, we want her to ourself´s, but mako-chan is such a traitor, following ayato and letting him mark her, i will never forgive her!.."

—laito

"such a good girl, almost like a puppy! haha... or a bunny?.."

"kanato is so posessive, doesnt like to share, ayato is mean too, i want to have fun with her as well!.."

"oh.. such a helpless girl, its adorable how she doesnt know she was lied about this place.. but she doesnt need to know the truth.. i´ll make her fell like home.. in my arms fufu.."

—subaru

"the triplets make such a fuss over that girl, her scent is not that good anyways.."

"she so annoying! im not gonna be nicer to her just because i dont suck her blood as often as the damn triplets! i dont want her near me.."

"so positive about her situation, such a irritating human, her blood isn´t as disgusthing i suppose.."

.・。.・゜✭ bonus ✭・゜・。.・

—mako

about shu

"he is so lazy, it´s a good thing tho, that way he doesnt suck my blood as often as ayato-kun.."

about reiji

"he´s scary, he has make me move myself with his mind! wtf! how can he do that?!.."

about ayato

"he is so cruel, and so scary, has make a big deal when he see´s fangs bites on my neck or my legs, makes me wonder why.."

about kanato

"he is very pretty, his eyes and hair.. he looks femenine, im into that so.. i get nervous sometimes with him.. but he often reminds me that he can kill me whenever he please.."

about laito

"such a weirdo! and like to touch me improperly! he makes me unconfortable, thanks god ayato always save me from him.."

about subaru

"he´s quiet and distant, doesnt bite too much, actually, he barely does.. better for me i think.."

.・。.・゜✭ ty! ✭・゜・。.・

hope you guys like it! if you have any suggestion tell me! i´d appreciate it!

[looks-north]

🌿. WIP

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[…] “Luo Binghe!” Shen Yuan bites out, coming around to stand directly in his line of sight. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not your child. Or your pet,” the other man snaps. “Get out of my way.”

“Out of your way of what? Brooding? Has anything I said actually land with you?”

“You might know something about me, but you don’t know Shen Qingqiu like I did.”

Something in his tone makes Shen Yuan’s mouth snap shut. In the silence that follows, only the birds and the quiet voices of people moving about the inn pierce it. Binghe wont look at him, hands clenched in his lap and head dipped so low Shen Yuan finds himself staring at the frayed ribbon half holding his locks away from his face.

Sighing, he crouches. “Okay. Can we start over?”

Petulantly, Binghe only turns his face.

Shen Yuan cocks his head to meet it. “My name is Shen Yuan. And I want to help you.”

“You can’t help me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re just…” he drifts off, one shoulder hitching and dropping. If this situation wasn’t so dire, Shen Yuan might’ve laughed at the absurdity of this all.

“A ‘weak-cored cultivator who’s suppose to be dead?’” Shen Yuan prompts. He’s rewarded with a pair of dark eyes peering at him through long lashes. “No one’s suggesting you need a bodyguard.”

“I don’t need an advisor either.”

“And there is where we disagree. But I digress. Your turn.”

“My turn?”

“I introduced myself didn’t I? You never did introduce yourself.”

For a long time, there is nothing. And then, in a voice so small Shen Yuan thinks he might be imagining it: “My name is Luo Binghe,” he says slowly. Eyebrows knitting, he looks at Shen Yuan. “But you already knew that.”

Shen Yuan lifts both hands in surrender. Fair enough, but at least he’s playing along.

“I’m going to have my revenge on Shen Qingqiu,” he declares next. “I don’t care to make nice at him or for anyone else’s sake. He’s going to pay for what he’s done.”

— ( ‘the prince & the safflower’ )

[ch1l1cheesefr1es]

Jealousy, plain ol' Jealousy.

Merle dixon x FTM reader part 2

Context: you and Merle reunite, the governor assigns the two of you on a mission to find Michonne. First try you couldn't find her, so Merle told the governor, he came back seeming a bit off and you both go looking for her again, he tells you whats wrong and you put matters in your hands ;)

Warnings: +18, nudity, hard sex,age gap, flirting, violence, slurs (f!ggot, Tranny, etc. This is my first time making a book like this so I hope I don't offend anyone)

Merle shoved his face into your pussy, tasting you're juices. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he continued "Nothing you need to worry about boy... Just relaxing you for what's to come." he licked a path from your pussy to your hole, teasing you with his tongue, you bit your lip and looked back. He flipped you and laid you down on you're back, he spreaded your legs and looked down at you, practically drooling. He started eating you out, biting, sucking and licking you. You bit you're lip as you saw his nose getting smothered as he ate you out, once it became to much for you, you tried pulling him away, only for him to continue and lick your juices. You moaned and kept trying but ended up running your fingers through his hair, finally he pulled away panting "that was my best meal yet Fruitcake" he said as he wiped his mouth with his arm. You saw that he was still wearing clothes "hey...that aint fair." you said, he looked at you confused "you're still wearing clothes." he then realized he was, he grinned and slowly took off his wifebeater, revealing his toned chest. He took off his boxers and pants, revealing his hard throbbing dick, aching to be inside you. You blushed and felt anxious, he was...big, very big than you expected it to be. Merle pushed you down against the seat and opened your legs, he smirked and began to rock his hips against yours, his erection sliding effortlessly against your wet folds. Teasing you as his cock rubbed against the sensitive bundle of nerves "...what should i fuck?" he asked himself, you could only buck your hips against his. whimpering and whining for more "such a naughty boy aren't ya?" he whispered in you're ear, finally he slowly slid inside you.

You moaned loudly but Merle covered you're mouth "shhh...sorry baby, as much as I want to hear those Beautiful sounds we cant let them brainless assholes hear us can we?" he placed your leg up on his shoulder after letting go of you're mouth, but placed his hand back on you're mouth. He thrusted upward, little wet sounds of skin slapping against skin could be heard in the car. you're eyes rolled back and muffled moans came out of you as Merle fucked you deliciously "Mmhh sweetheart...look at you...and here I thought you hated my guts, but now you can't seem to get enough of me.." he did one big hard thrust that made you see the stars. You bit the skin of his hand gently as tears of pleasure streamed down you're face, you felt yourself getting close to you're peak, and even merle could sense it "Merle....oh fuck...i-im gonna-"

"cum for me boy, tell you want me to cum inside you."

finally with one hard thrust you both came at the same time, his breathing slowed down as hr slid out of you and he kissed your cheek, and licked it aswell "Merle!" you said laughing "what sweetheart?" he smirked "I think we should go back to woodbury" Merle looked at you "nah, i think i'll lay ontop of you." he said smiling, feeling his body heat press against yours, you tried pushing him off but failed, it felt comforting to have him ontop of you, you started to bury your face against his warm soft neck, smelling his scent and getting tired "Merle.." you mumbled "yeah boy?" he asked

"I love you."

You told him, he was quiet for a few seconds Before saying

"You dont know what you're getting yourself into Y/N, but I wont stop you."

[wormswurld]

oliver headcanons pre and post saltburn can be nsft (also in my other one let’s say felix lives for shits and giggles)

of courseeeeeee i got you, love making these headcanons! thank u for the ask again :3 💖

🌟 pre-saltburn ollie:

- really likes reading classic literature! also has a love for poetry that validates his sick twisted fantasies

- picks out his outfits a couple days in advance cause he really is a freak but also loves being organized & having a routine

- is really quiet when he jerks off like for sure he puts his hand over his mouth to quiet himself down or bites down on his hand (hard enough to draw blood...😵‍💫)

- doesn't jerk off as much as felix (pre-saltburn) though when he does his senses are heightened. like he shakes at the slightest touch, gets goosebumps from hearing his neighbouring roomate have sex like ohhhhh that boy is sensitive

- humps his bed like a bitch in heat. i wont elaborate further on this. (i just have a thing for ollie humping shit im sorry 😔)

- has helllllla anger issues though is self-aware enough to have some sort of self-control

- hums along to his favorite songs + likes dancing alone in his room. not naked, but he does have a little fun every now and then

- absolute chess GOD. don’t try this man cuz he will annihilate you

- has an interest in birds and likes birdwatching around oxford!

- deep down knows he will marry a man though is still really closeted

also i would like to dedicate this post to the lovely @cattonquickck i know you’ve been wanting more headcannons of the boys buy me so here they are!!! 🥰

[thelov3lybookworm]

Delusional

day 5: masquerade

Summary: First time visiting a masquerade ball.

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A/n: just some lil fluff for @tamlinweek hehe

enjoyy!!

"Are you enjoying the ball, lady?"

Y/n jumped, turning to find a handsome young man- she assumed he was handsome, considering half his face was covered by a mask- leaning against the wall.

"Um, yes, my lord. How about yourself, are you enjoying it?"

He grinned. "You could say that."

Y/n stared at him.

He stared back.

Y/n blinked.

He blinked back.

Y/n's mother had not warned her about how awkward small talk could get. She cursed inwardly, wondering what to say to break the silence when he spoke again.

"Is it your first time attending a party?"

Y/n sighed quietly, nodding as she felt her lashes brush against the mask she wore, a dark green satin with embroidered flowers and vines, pearls of different sizes woven into the soft material resting snugly on her features.

"Yes. my lord. Is it your first too?"

He pushed off from the wall. "Not really, no. Officially? Yes, its the fist time I'm attending a party."

"And how is that?"

"You see, no one really cares to see if the youngest son sleeps as instructed when an event takes place."

Y/n blinked, and then the realisation dawned upon her. "You- you're the high lord's youngest son!"

"Oh hush, be quiet. I had to shake off so many people and sneak around to get one breath of relief. You screaming will lure them back."

Y/n stared at him, her eyes wide.

She was talking to a possible heir of the spring court.

Oh mother, boil me.

Y/n could do nothing but watch as he glanced around, fixing his coat and then sighed. "So. This brings us back to the question I had in mind. Do you want to leave?"

Y/n did a double take, gaping. "I- leave?"

He flashed her a dashing smile. "Leave."

"I- I don't think that's a good idea my lord-"

"Don't worry, I wont bite." He winked. "Unless you want me to."

The faelight glinted off his slightly sharp canine, and a shiver wound its way down Y/n's spine. "I..."

"Its nowhere far, despite what I wish. We'll just go into the gardens and talk. Better than laughing at the everyone's unfunny jokes, don't you think? And you don't have to reveal your identity either! Keep your mask on, and I will never know if you don't want me to."

Y/n nodded hesitantly, worrying her lower lip as she glanced around.

Just before she was about to turn back to the High lord's son, her eyes met her mothers, and instead of reprimand in her eyes, all she saw was stern encouragement as she nodded her head towards the door.

Swallowing, Y/n gestured at the male- what was his name again? Terrance? Thomas?- to lead the way.

"So, you are..." He glanced at her hopefully as he walked next to her through the empty hallways, and she stared back indifferently.

"Rose."

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. "That's not your real name, is it?"

Y/n simply hummed, looking away from him to take in the massive hallways, filled with unnecessary expensive items.

He laughed. "Stubborn. I like it."

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes, following him into the open air or the sweet smelling gardens.

The night passed quick as Y/n lost herself to the fragrance of roses and jasmine, and maybe also in the sound of his voice as it resonated deep in Y/n's being.

And maybe Y/n was mistaken, maybe she was delusional, but she could have sworn she saw him staring at her lips more than a couple of times.

She was just delusional.

Or was she?

The Mother was definitely laughing, knowing that son enough Y/n would be arranged to be married to him.

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[erzherzog-von-edelstein]

Here is a sequel to this oneshot and this one

I present, Prussia and Austria bickering about who is more jealous, still at the Congress of Vienna:

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Austria was sketching the uniforms of the men who walked past as he waited. Prussia was not the first one who had turned up in the morning, which was enough to tell Austria that something was afoot. Prussia made a habit of being early to everything and always ready to judge others for their lack of discipline.

Just as Austria flipped the sketchbook to another page, Prussia appeared on his big warhorse. Austria raked him with his eyes. His uniform seemed in order, but Austria could not shake the feeling that he was coming directly from Russia’s bedchamber.

They had gotten suspiciously close during the last coalition, and Austria suspected that it was Russia recruiting an accomplice to support all of his ambitions, which were undoubtedly to dominate the continent. He wanted to replace France as a tyrant.

Prussia dismounted and handed his reigns to a groom. As he strode towards him, Austria took note of Prussia’s gait, which was marred by a limp. He knew that Prussia had suffered an injury to his leg at Jena, which had caused him a limp. Yet, Austria watched him carefully and wondered if the limp was not more pronounced and if it was because of a certain Russian.

He snapped his sketchbook closed and stood up. Prussia seemed to notice his presence, and Austria could see the way he sighed from the way that his shoulders moved.

When he got close enough, Prussia said, “Good morning, Roderich. Why do you look like you’ve been waiting for me?”

Austria had already thought through what he was going to say, since he had been considering it since he had first noticed how close Russia was getting. He replied, “Because I think it is time that you and I have a conversation.”

Prussia raised a pale eyebrow at him like he was puzzled, so Austria added, “We need to talk about alliances.”

He pulled Prussia into a quiet corner, which earned him another annoyed sigh from Prussia as he said, “What exactly are you being so conspiratorial about?”  

Austria took a deep breath to brace himself for the conversation and answered, “I believe that Russia is using you to support his own ambitions.”

He didn’t know exactly how he expected Prussia to react. It was certainly not for Prussia to start chuckling. Prussia said, “Of course you do. How it must frustrate you that I have a friend. How it must frustrate you that someone is willing to give me my justice.”

Austria would not describe anything he had seen as friendly, and he could not tell if Prussia was being intentionally obtuse or if he was convincing himself. Austria parried, “A friend? Then what were you doing this morning that made you late?”

He knew the answer, but the way that Prussia unconsciously touched his high collar to make sure that his neck was covered confirmed it. He must have had love bites that he was worried would be visible.

Prussia responded without even denying the accusation, “What business of yours is it? Is it relevant to our alliance? I thought we were here to punish France.”

His defensiveness told Austria that he had been reading the situation correctly, and he suspected that Prussia may not have thought through the implications. It had been some time, as far as Austria knew, since Prussia had last allowed himself affection from anyone.

He tried to be gentle as he explained, “It is relevant because Ivan has his own agenda.  I do not deny that he was invaluable in winning the war, but you must know that he will make demands and if you are in his bed, he’ll expect support in exchange.”

Prussia’s face flushed as it was wont to do when he was angry or upset. He snapped back, “Invaluable? You would still be kissing Francis’ ass to keep your empire together if it weren’t for him. I am not interested in hearing the fantasies you thought up while you were still trying to decide if you wanted to keep your alliance with that dwarf.”

Austria bristled at that. He may have chosen the moment he opposed Napoleon carefully, but Prussia seemed to be forgetting that it was a dangerous game. He replied, frankly laying out what he thought, “Believe me, I understand that we all made compromises. Why do you think he is cultivating this closeness with you?”

Prussia laughed, though there was very little mirth behind it, “Affection, dear Roderich. Affection for me, which seems to be a concept that you find difficult to understand.”

Austria sighed. He could tell that he underestimated how much Prussia was already emotionally invested with Russia. There had been much that he had apparently missed before joining the coalition. He could not help but feel that Prussia was being naïve. He clarified, “Gilbert, I am not suggesting that he doesn’t-“

Before he could continue and say that he didn’t find the man unlovable, Prussia cut him off, “And you are one to talk about bedroom politics. While we are sharing, why don’t you tell me what Antonio is asking for? Or Feliks?”

Austria was struck momentarily speechless. He had thought that those conversations were private, and he was shocked to hear that Prussia knew about his liaison with Spain. He asked, sharply, “Have you been spying on me?”

He added to himself Is that what Russia asked of you? To tell him what I am doing? However, he dared not go that far out loud.

Prussia chuckled again, “No, dear, I was spying on Feliks, because I know that he is slippery and would try to find someone sympathetic to him. It was no surprise that he went begging to you.”

Austria could feel anger rising in his chest. He had always found something deeply distasteful about Prussia’s particular grudge, the childishness of refusing to forgive old slights. Before he could voice the feeling, Prussia continued, “But, I was surprised to hear that you have been spending so much time with your ex-husband. I thought you'd lost your taste for anything Spanish.”

Austria balled his hand for a moment to calm himself before releasing the tension. It would be pointless to deny it if Prussia had really had someone watching. Nor was he ashamed about a little dalliance. He sighed and said, “Maybe so, but why do you care about Antonio?”

He saw the look of disgust and frustration that passed over Prussia’s face, and he found it oddly intriguing. Was that a shadow of jealousy? Prussia scoffed, “He’s more selfish and conniving than Vanya is. When you were married to him, it was unbearable to everyone.”

Austria took his opportunity to scoff back, “When did you start concerning yourself with my marital problems?” Then he paused for a moment, realizing what he had just heard, and said incredulously, “And since when is he ‘Vanya’ to you?”

Prussia rolled his eyes and ignored the question and answered, “I care that your zealot ex-husband makes you worse with his hypocrisy and his piousness. If you are going to make it your business who is in my bed, then I am going to demand that you get him out of yours. I am not going to deal with the person you are when he's filling your head with his messianic rubbish.”

Austria could have gone into detail about all the ways that the relationship had changed, about how Spain no longer had the power or the empire to be such a menace. But it felt like an explanation he did not owe to someone who was willing to defend Russia’s ambitions. Spain was a waning empire, while Russia was clearly ascendant.

He could tell from the smug look on Prussia’s face that he thought he had made a maneuver that could not be easily countered. Austria locked eyes with him, knowing that he wanted to gauge the reaction to what he was about to say.

He smiled as he said, sure he was about to catch Prussia, “Ah, concern, I see. That’s funny, because it almost sounded like you are jealous.”

Prussia’s face flushed red, and a distinct crease appeared between his eyebrows. But he was surprisingly composed when he said, “What is funny is that I was about to say the same to you.”

Austria shook his head. He was sure that he was not jealous, since he had been merely trying to warn Prussia about the dangers of falling too fast. It was clear to him from the diminutive and the defensiveness that he was not about to get through to Prussia. The most he could do was proffer a warning, and he had done that already.

He scoffed one more time and turned away, “Fine, but I did warn you. Come, we have work to do.”

Prussia took a few steps to get in front of Austria to seem like he was leading, and Austria heard him mutter under his breath, “I know you’re jealous.” Austria elected to ignore it, at least for the moment.

[juliacoller]

“I won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing”

Swiss Ghoul x f!reader

Warnings: smut, PIV sex, hickeys, biting, slight blood play, dry humping, cussing

Word Count: 989 words 

There are many different ways people like to describe my beloved Swiss ghoul. Crazy, idiotic, unhinged. But my favorite has to be “unpredictable”, no one is able to forecast the next action or words that will come from the multi ghoul. 

A loud crash is heard throughout the ghoul’s wing of the abbey, to no surprise, a tall multi ghoul runs around the corner, frantically searching for a hiding spot. “Should I even-” 

“SH!” Swiss interrupts before running to the corner of the room and crouching behind the couch. 

“Where is that asshole?” Sodo exclaims as he runs into the room, “Who?” 

“The multi asshole” 

“Haven’t seen him” I shrug, only returning my focus to the movie playing in the den, Sodo huffs and continues his search for Swiss. “All clear” I say loud enough for Swiss to hear me, “Thank Satanas, I swear he was going to kill me”

Swiss makes his way to the couch where I lay, resting his body on top of mine and cuddling his head into my chest. “My good girl, thank you for covering for me” Swiss praises, pushing his head against my breasts, his breath teasing the skin beneath my shirt. Swiss’ teasing hands come to life and starts pawing at different parts of my body, one grabbing at my stomach and the other kneading a thigh. 

“Baby, we got to go to our room, I can’t have Sodo coming in here and killing you mid-sex” Swiss stands with a huff and adjusts his pants and biting his lip in the process, my eyes drift to where his hand is grabbing and slotting between his thighs. “Someone is more desperate than I thought,” he says before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder, “Swiss!” I yelp as he plants a firm hand on my ass. 

I am thrown on the bed and am found staring up at a smiling Swiss, his white teeth gleaming as his brain wracks with all of the prospective things we could do. “Stop scheming and come do something about it” 

Swiss doesn’t need to be pushed any further, bringing himself down to lean over my body, bringing our lips together in something that can barely be called a kiss, teeth clashing, tongues bumbling, and saliva covering our faces.

Swiss’ hands are grasping for anything, his hands ripping off my shirt as soon as he can, the cotton hitting the floor with a quiet thud. He doesn’t waste any time shoving his mouth into the mounds of my breasts, sucking and lightly biting at the thin skin. Red blooms appear across my skin, glistening in saliva, his sharp teeth dragging across my chest, teasing at the prospect of biting me. 

“Swiss-” I whine, dragging out the last s’ in his name, his eyes peer up at me as he continues sucking on my tits, “careful, your teeth- too sharp” I warn, although I wouldn’t mind him biting and leaving marks on me, it can be a bit nerve-wracking to have such sharp, daggers of teeth tormenting such vulnerable skin. 

Swiss removes himself from my skin with a quiet pop, “My love, I wont bite, unless you’re into that sort of thing” he says whilst wiggling his eyebrows, I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him into a kiss, smiling and bringing myself to nip at his lips myself. Swiss hums and I can feel him raise his eyebrows in excitement, “Is that an open invite?” Swiss hums into our kiss, I giggle and he takes that as a warm welcome to nip all over me. 

Pulling my bra off, Swiss attaches his lips to one of my nipples, sucking and running his teeth lovingly over the sensitive bud. The warmth of his mouth making my mind go numb, the fuzz of his hair tickling my chest, and his hips rutting up against my thigh, all coming together to make my mind fizzle and tingle with pleasure. I feel Swiss move his legs and press himself even further against my thigh, hoping to find any friction for his hardening length. 

Swiss moves his mouth back up to my neck, grazing his teeth over the sensitive spots and sucking a mark into the parts that make me whine the most. He shuffles to remove his belt and throws it onto the floor, the buckle creating a loud ‘clang’ that rings out through our room. The noise makes me jump and causes the ghoul’s fang to dig deeper into my skin, Swiss looks up to make sure I am content and smiles as he notices it was just a slight startle. “Swiss- can’t wait too much longer, need you” I beg, hoping that Swiss will have some mercy for my weeping body. All the response I get is a gleaming smile and Swiss’ pants hitting the floor. 

His lack of response is frightening yet exciting, removing my own shorts and slotting Swiss’ hips between mine. He slides his length through the seam of my sec, collecting the slick that has collected there, “fuckk-” Swiss moans, feeling the anticipation and need my body has expelled. His eyes are locked on where our bodies meet, staring as he pushes himself fully inside, the pure heat and wetness enveloping him. 

After allowing me a moment to adjust, the multi ghoul sets a grueling pace, fucking himself into me with a fervor that is far too overwhelming. Ducking his head down to suck upon my skin once again, far too enthralled with the idea of marking me from head to toe. Even biting his teeth into my skin, thin streaks of blood decorating my skin.

“Swiss, your teeth, my love” I whine with a warning, reminding my multi ghoul of the danger his mouth carries. 

A glint of playfulness fills the ghoul’s eyes and a sideways smile graces his lips, “But I thought you were into that sort of thing?”

[loverofcats14]

Lucifer Vs. Pen!

Tiny bit of degradation

Vouyerism

Masturbation

And yeah reallt self indulgent and rushed-

Hope you enjoy _ _ >

It was a long evening and Lucifer was out on a meeting with Diavolo. You felt lonely so you walked into Lucifer's bedroom. His room felt like a fridge as you walked over to his desk.

Looking at his documentes to see what's been keeping him occupied. It was mainly documents talking about RAD fundings,meetings with important politicians,and some about parties. You sat in his leather chair spinning around with your feet. Besides the documents, you saw a picture of the both of you eating ice cream. You smiled as you noticed and then you saw a quill with a raven feather. Then... his favorite pen.

Lucifer was very pretictcular and vain with his pens for his image. It was a bullet point ben with a bullet shape. It had his engraving on it "L" and "M". The cap was gold as the pyschical pen in a blood red. You wondered how many times is hands wrote with it. Late at night, giving his attention to it more than you. How his fings slide with it as he does it with your waist. Oh how much you missed him.

What if you penetrated yourself with this pen and Lucifer didn't notice-? He'd be writing with it daily and only you would know. Maybe he'd chew on the cap-

You felt a thumping heat in your core as your heart beated fast. You grabbed his pen while sliding the robe to the left. Showing your panties you took them off putting it on the desk. To get a better stretch you threw your thighs on the arms of the chair. It was an embarrassing pose if you wrte to get caught, but it was 3 AM no one would come in.

You took the pen prodding it on your hole. You took a breath as it went in. You slid it in further as you moaned. The pen was slim but it was long. It hit your spot as you whined. You grabbed it pumping it in and out hastly wishing it was Lucifer. How he'd bite your neck worship your body. How his kiss would be so soft yet greedy. How'd he kiss your clit licking your lips. You were moaning loudly saying your boyfriend's name.

However, you didn't realize Lucifer's footsteps and him smirking as he leaned on the door. He opened the door shocked you wouldn't lock it. As he peered in a slit he saw your legs streched out sweaty with your hole. Then his eyes widdened as he saw his favorite pen in your heat. His dick felt tense against his pants as he noticed. Did you always do this? He's been indirectly touching your juices-?

He unzipped his pants as he pumped his clothed dick. "Fuck-" his labored breaths being ever so quiet. He had enough as he ramed in the door locking it. "AH! LUCIFER I CAN EXPLAIN!" You screamed pulling your robe over yourself as you hit your thigh on his desk. He laughed on how comical this was. "You were gladly fucking my pen when I wasn't here Now you're embarrassed-?" He said stroding leaving his coat on the desk.

"Well I missed you and I uh uh-" you blabbered as he leaned on his desk facing you. "Why my pen? Does it fit as a toy? Is it why it's in you?" He smiled as you shifted your thighs covering it. You squealed as he forced your thighs apart. The pen was half in as it prodded out. Lucifer looked hungry as he licked his lips. "Why is it in you? Answer me whore!" Lucifer grunted as he grabbed your face.

You looked in his eyes as he looked at you with lust. "You use your pen all the time-! And I'd smile to myself as you would use it." You mumbled as you tried looking away with red. His eyes widdened not knowing your reasons would be so naughty. "You like to see me embarrass myself wont you. Well slut you will see me embarrassed." He smiled taking the pen out with a lewd squish. He put in front of you seeing slick juices all over it. He opened his mouth licking all over the pen. He moaned between loving your taste.

As he took it out he laughed at your face movements. "Now whore you want it so much? You'll get it." He sneered as he kissed you.

[...]

Lucifer was at his desk with his pen feeling tired. He started chewing the top unintentionally as he remembered what happened a few weeks ago. "I hope you're happy dear-"