#cutting off your own legs becomes a reasonable thing to do just as part of life
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legally-not-guilty · 6 months ago
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Okay but why would a sci-fi leg have a find-my-leg feature?
This is sci-fi. Give it a leg-find-me feature instead. You press a button on your whatever device-holo-pad-phone thing, and your leg grows a tiny pair of legs so it can scamper its way down the street to you.
What able bodied authors think I, an amputee and a wheelchair user, would want in a scifi setting:
Tech that can regenerate my old meat legs.
Robot legs that work just like meat legs and are functionally just meat legs but robot
Literally anything that would mean I don't have to use a wheelchair.
If I do need to use a wheelchair, make it fly or able to "walk me" upstairs
What I actually want:
Prosthetic covers that can change colour because I'm too indecisive to pick one colour/pattern for the next 5+ years.
A leg that I can turn off (seriously, my above knee prosthetic has no off switch... just... why?)
A leg that won't have to get refitted every time I gain or loose weight.
A wheelchair that I can teleport to me and legs I can teleport away when I'm too tired to keep walking. And vice versa.
In that same vein, legs I can teleport on instead of having to fiddle around with the sockets for half an hour.
Prosthetic feet that don't require me to wear shoes. F*ck shoes.
Actually accessible architecture, which means when I do want to use my wheelchair, it's not an issue.
Prosthetic legs with dragon-claw feet instead of boring human feet or just digigrade prosthetics that are just as functional as normal human-shaped ones.
A manual wheelchair with the option to lift my seat up like those scissor-lift things so I'm not eye-level with everyone's butt on public transport/so I can reach the top shelf by myself.
A prosthetic foot that lights up when it hits the ground like those children's shoes.
A few additions I remember seeing in the comments on my old account:
holographic prosthetic covers
transformers-style mobility aids that can fold into the shapes of different aids (e.g. a wheelchair that can fold into a cane)
prosthetic covers with pockets/hidden compartments (kind of surprised this isn't a thing already).
find my leg (like find my iphone, but for your legs when you haven't worn them in a while lol)
TLDR: Stop assuming every disabled person would want to be as close to "normal" as possible in your works. Some absolutely would and having options for them if fine, but I rarely see any examples of media showing those of us who don't. start letting amputees in your scifi works have fun with our prosthetics, fix the problems real amputees are already talking about instead of what you think are the issues and make your settings as a whole accessible!
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An old feeling (and obsession) | In-oh x Fem!Player!Reader | PT1
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Summary: In-oh always thought the ones who ended in the games were nothing but parasites of society. But then he meets you and he starts to feel something he thought he would never feel again.
Warnings: S2 Spoilers - Canon violence - May be OOC - Slight!Obsess In-ho - Player 095 lives!! - Anxiety - Sad!Reader - Soft moments
Notes: Mixed two requests!! Honestly I think these two fits perfectly.
Divided in two parts but you dont need to read this one to read the other -
PT 2
Asks: 1 - 2 -
In-ho was not sure when or how you ended in his mind, passing from being just another face from the games, another piece for the system he had worked for years now. To being somehow important to him.
Maybe it was because you reminded him of himself when he first joined? All lost and confused but also showing a strong determination to survive?
Or maybe it was something even deeper, how you made him feel human and not just "The Front Man" , how you managed to awake feelings on him he thought he had become impossible to feel.
When did it start ?
"Uh, In-ho was it?" A voice that at first did not ring a bell to him. He looked at you a calm look on his face, he saw you offering him your own milk.
"I saw you giving this to player 222 and I dont really like milk so, here. You also saved our team back then" You said offering him your own milk and mentioned how he had moved his leg to make Gi-hun get the last kick.
He took it already thinking on why would you do this. He had a reason at least, a valid one in his opinion. But you ? Why would you give him your own food to him ? Someone who was alright, who was not carring a life.
"Are you sure? This may be the only food we get" He asked truly curious to understand your thinking.
But you just gave him a smile, a honest one. One that he had forgot he could get too inmmersed in his role.
"Im sure, besides its going to be more help to have someone like you well feed than me" You responded then turned around and went back next to Jun-hee who was getting sleepy no wonder after all the stress.
One thing that was clear, you were kind, and by what you said you were not stupid, but you still needed to think on yourself first.
He promised not to drink the milk but later as the lights were turned off he did. Thinking about you, he tried to remember if by luck he had read your file or how you acted on green light red light. But his mind could not find an answer, it would go back to the small exchange from earlier.
And he would find his heart beating just a bit faster.
~○~○~○~○~○~○~
The next day came, all players were a mix of nervous and excited for the next game. The guards as always made them walk the maze made of stairs and into the main arena.
"What game do you think its going to be?" Your voice filled his hears as you walked besides him. You kind of felt his presence as a protective one. Even if at first he had voted to continue playing. After listening the reason of why he was here on the first place you could not blame him. Your empatic attitude made you just feel bad for him and now you wanted to make up to him. Even if you never disrespected him.
In-ho felt your presence endaring, like you grounded him and took him back to how he used to be and feel.
A fear started to install inside him because of that, he did not want you to change in consequence of the games, like it happened to him.
"This may be mingle" the voice of Jung-Bae cut the train of thoguhts from In-ho.
It was Mingle, he knew it
"Like the game where we formed teams and hugged each other as kids?" You wondered now your attention on Jung-Bae who nodded back at you. 
"Well, I believe they wont make us hug each other" The cold voice from Gi-hun came along as the three of you and the rest of the group went up to the circle platform.
"If we need to form teams then we may end separated" You said as the platform started to spin making you lose sense of space and instinctively  went to take someones hand.
That just happened to be In-ho.
You blushed and went to quietly let go when he took your hand back giving it a firm grip, he did not look in your direction (something you thanked since your face was on fire) but you did give him a soft shake back.
"10"
The panic went in, your team still needed one more, luckly Dae-ho acted quick and took a player that was frozen in place and screamed at the rest to run to one of the doors.
Then all of you ran towards one door opening it and going inside, between the chaos In-ho never let go of your hand only when the door lock was secured he let it go giving you a look then looking away.
His heart was beating fast. He had made these games, even played before and yet he was feeling worry over you. Why? You were not supposed to be special. But when he felt your hand and looked to see your confused and scared face something in his heart hurt, he could not leave you like that.
He could not be cruel with you.
The next rounds followed each one making you more stressed specially when you almost lose Young-mi during the last round.
"Are you alright?" You asked her, voice full of worry.
She just nodded being a bit pale "Thank you, you pushed that other aside, if it wasnt for you..."
"Dont mention it" not only because thinking that you caused the death of someone else was a brutal hit for your moral, but because the fear you felt for her in these last moments made you want to vomit thanks to how nervous and desesperated you were.
You did not ever think about the other player when you went for her.
You walked slowly like a zombie till you felt a shadow over you, it was In-ho.
"Are you alright?" He asked, you two got separated last round and he (even if he wont tell you) was worried you would be one of the numbers mention as eliminated.
"Im fine, last round was a lot" You responded giving him a tired smile getting on the platform again.
He followed not beliving you but not saying anything for a few seconds.
"Stay besides me, next round may be the last one" He spooke to you not leaving room for another option.
"What makes you say that?" You wondered, too lost to even try and reason how many rounds were left or how many you already played. The only thing you could see was the blood on the ground.
"We are 126 standing and there is only 50 cabins, if they want to put pressure on us by losing others then this is the right moment" He explained making you purse your eyelash at that.
"Then how many would-"
"Two, two for each door" He was quick to answer. He looked at you directly to your eyes. It seemed that the spin stopped for him, he was lost in your eyes for a second getting suck by them. His heart felt heavy and he felt that need again,  the need of protecting you.
"Stay by my side for the next round" He said again extending his hand to you "Take my hand and dont let go, I doubt the others wont get desesperated and will end palying dirty"
Before you reached his hand you went towards Gi-hun and Jung-Bae who were also talking about what number would be said next.
"Two" you cut them off getting a look from them "Just listen, its going to be two, I cant explain but I need to ask you two for something. One of you please take Young-mi with you, please im begging" You asked them almost in tears not having time to process last round and your actions.
Gi-hun the one from the pair who had already played could imagine what could have happened and he nodded giving your shoulder a firm grip. "We wont leave her" He promised you.
You thanked them again and went back besides In-ho who this time took your hand in his without saying or asking anything.
"2"
The moment the voice announced the number In-ho ran with you, his hand holding yours in iron fist.
He would be dammed if he lost you among the crowd.
Most rooms were getting occupied, In-ho searched till he saw one.
"There, the yellow door" He screamed at you pushing you first into the room then just as a player was going in getting them out of the way.
However things did not end once inside.
In-ho looked over his shoulder as he tried to held the door and prevent anyone from entering.
"Shit" He cursed. He saw you froze in place looking at other player who was just as shocked as you.
"W-we got here first" The player sutter at you who only watched him, the sound of your heart filling your ears and the screams from outside.
"Hold the door" In-ho ordered in a very comanding voice pushing you and going towards the player, he reduced him starting to choke him. "Close your eyes" He said to you once he noticed you were looking over your shoulder at him.
No. He could not let you see him like this.
You did as told and closed your eyes forcing yourself to block what was happening around you.
I wanna go home, fuck I wanna get out of here.
The sound of a crack and then the alarm indicating time was off got you out of your mind. You let yourself fall against the wall near the door trying not to look over the dead body in the room.
"Hey, hey (Y/N) look at me" In-ho implored trying to bring you back.
"I- I wanna go home In-ho" You told him now crying, whatever bravery you had was crushed right there.
Much like his own heart.
He pulled you against him in a hug, letting you cry on his chest, he felt you shaking and hugged you thighter caressing your hair.
There was no way he would leave you here after this.
"Shh, shh it passed. We are ok, just breath now" He tried to calm you down
"What if the others-"
"Im positive they made it" He said even if he could not really tell you that. "Focus on yourself now, focus in my voice alright? You are ok, you are safe"
"Dont let me go please" You pleaded him holding his track-suit with force.
"Never"
And he intendeed to do that.
~○~○~○~○~○~○~○
After the tie of the voting he could see you were one step of breaking down. He could not take on how empy your eyes looked now, how you would shake from time to time, probably from the recent events.
He also took notice on how you havent touch your food at all.
Slowly he went towards you taking a seat besides you, not too close or too far.
"You need to eat" He started but got a shake from you.
"I feel like I will throw up anything if I try to eat now"
"Even if thats the case, give it a try you will need the streght"
"Why?" You asked finally looking at him "Why did we tie? Why does they want to keep playing after all of this?"
In-ho went quiet at your question, he could not give you an answer. Honestly maybe there was no answer to it, greed ? malice ? desesperation ? Anything could be the reason.
"I dont have a answer for that" He finally talked seeing how your face fall even more.
"But I can assure you something" He added "Look at me" He ordered softly and you did as told "I will assure your safety" He promised
You gave him one smile, one that did not reach your eyes.
"You cant assure that...but thanks. Thanks for protecting me in the last game and for what happened during last round..."
"You dont have to remember that" He said afraid you were going to see him different now
"No. Thank you" You cut him, looking at his face seeing the small suprise he got. "I know I should feel bad and god I do feel bad but, but you did it so we both could survive, thank you. I want you to know I dont see you any different from how I saw you before"
He did not respond to you, did not react at all. His mind was working like crazy, thinking how he could get you out.
How was he going to keep playing these games and using Gi-hun. How, when his heart now beating because of you. Because of how you saw him, how your eyes kept following him and how you expressed your thoughts.
Gradually he got closer to you, he moved in slow motion to not scare you, till he could pass his arm around your shoulders and pull you against his side. The two of you stayed there in silence for a few minutes each with their own thoughts, but In-ho had a strong objective now.
Protect you till the end.
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anundyingfidelity · 2 months ago
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PRIMAL — Weapon X!Logan
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Summary: You are right where he wants and won't escape the subject's twisted mind.
Warnings: heavy non-con smut, dark stuff, mentions of being tortured, female!reader. Read at your own risk tbh, thank you if you do though. Someone pls write more Weapon X! Logan, I'm going crazy at this point.
GEN MASTERLIST!
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He has you exactly where he wants. Between the concrete and his intimidating aura. Your eyes are glossy, chest going up and down, ready to be the next victim. His last one.
You study the Weapon X subject one more time. He’s broad and muscular, strong frame with adamantium bones, claws out his knuckles as he walks to you, full in his naked glory. Stains of blood start to dry off on his chest, abdomen and shoulders. And even though in other circumstances he would make a good-looking man, he is far from being one now.
He is not human anymore, he is an animal. And you had been part of the experiments since the beginning. For some reason, he had saved you last from all the personnel of the base. A twisted and sick choice.
Logan takes the last two steps towards you, closing the distance. He can smell your fear, sense the shaking of your whole body, the beating of your heart… He had been watching you, paying special attention to you each time he could. Your voice, your silhouette, your job, your routines around the lab. Everything you did he had learned.
And now, after killing and dismantling the place, leaving a horrid trade of bodies and red around, he feels like finishing everything with you.
He doesn’t know your name, he just knows you were part of them and he fucking hates it.
How could such a pretty thing like you could bear torturing a lost soul like him? He growls at the thought, leaning until his nose is almost touching yours.
You gasp loud, the echoes of your breathing filling the empty place. Your eyes shut and you feel tears running down your cheek.
“Logan…”
He replies with a deep groan again, taking in the scent of your neck and the salty sweat covering your skin. Oh and how he loves the reactions of your body as he traces his way to the shell of your ear with his nose.
“Please… You- you’re not like this…”
Begging would do nothing, he knows it. You keep begging and begging, calling his name as he takes in the features of your face, eyes barely opening. And when you cross glances, besides the fear on your gaze, he can sense something else building on you: arousal. It’s not the first time he’s sensed it on you, but sure he will take out his own suffering and frustrations on that.
“Logan…”
Claws come close, cutting your blouse and bra off. He rips the fabric with his hands before your trousers and panties come off the same way. You squirm and cry, but don’t make any effort on pushing him away because you know he would win the same. He’s massive, stronger, and dangerous. He’s a weapon you helped to build, and compared to him, you are nothing.
Probably he will get vengeance by tearing you apart, forcing you on the smudged, cold floor. He’s all over you, not quite giving kisses but bruises with his lips and teeth on your neck, biting on your skin, legs wide as he feels your wet cunt against his hard cock.
You cry his name, more like a moan, when he forces himself inside your tight walls without any preparation. He’s animalistic, erratic, growling, almost howling, like a dog in heat.
The scratch of your nails do nothing. He pounds harder into your abused cunt, tearing an orgasm out of you. He spills himself in seconds, feeling your walls around him sucking him completely, and he continues fucking you over and over his own high, increasing the sensitive feeling between your legs. And just as you think Logan is over by how quick he keeps rutting on you, hips making an obscene noise every time he buries balls deep inside your cunt, it feels like he goes faster, harder, that it becomes too much and you cling into him with nails and loud whimpers, sore throat crying into the void.
He comes a second time with a deep moan, filling you up once again and you do nothing but take it. Slowly, he pumps his white seed into you until he fully stops inside your abused, needy pussy.
The primitive need to kill now is replaced with a more primal urge, and you would be perfect for that from now on.
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woso-dreamzzz · 11 months ago
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Wingwomen
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of the Big Adventures Universe
Summary: The Wingman episode
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"We are your wingwomen for today," Morsa says to the camera attached to the car," This is Pernille Harder. She plays for Denmark. She plays for Chelsea." She smiles at Momma. "I know you pretty well, I can tell you that."
"You do," Momma says," I can introduce you too. Magdalena Eriksson, captain for Chelsea FC. Playing for the Swedish national team, making a lot of tackles on the football pitch but, also, at home sometimes."
Morsa laughs awkwardly. "Oh, okay."
You laugh too and Morsa reaches back to wiggle your leg. "And our little baby," She says," y/n. The future of Sweden."
Momma rolls her eyes as she pulls out of the spot. "Denmark."
"Sweden."
"Denmark."
You giggle again. "I like Arsenal!"
Momma and Morsa both groan and you beam a sunny smile.
"We started off as just friends, playing together for the same team in Sweden," Morsa says during the drive," Pernille asked me if I wanted to take a math course with her and then we studied math. And yeah, the rest is history."
"Momma doesn't like math!" You say from your seat as you make your girl-swan and girl-moose kiss.
"I like math, princesse!"
"Don't teach me math," You say back, sticking out your tongue.
Morsa laughs. "Now the producer wants to hear about the photo."
"The photo."
"The photo, yeah."
Momma smiles. "Which one? The one with us or Princesse? Because both of them kind of blew up."
"Our one first."
"It was taken at the world cup.. Yeah, after the game I kissed you. The picture was taken and we suddenly just had twenty-thousand more followers on Instagram and Twitter. I didn't get it, like, what happened?"
"After that picture," Morsa says," We really became role models. A lot of people were looking at us and were happy to be able to see that people can be open. If you're two girls in love or a girl and a boy or two boys, it doesn't matter, whatever you are. That's the message we wanted to share. It was a complete coincidence that the picture was taken but it ended up becoming a really beautiful thing."
"And the medal picture?"
"The medal picture," Morsa says softly. She turns her head to look at you. "What's the medal picture, princesse?"
"When I was wearing your medal!" You reply with a silly grin," I was very little but you still gave it to me."
"She did," Momma says," We've got that picture framed somewhere in the house. It was very cute."
"I was just making sure she understood how heavy it was," Morsa laughs," For when she wins her own."
"I'm gonna win a World Cup medal!" You insist.
"Of course you are." Morsa presses her finger to her ear to listen to the producer man before turning to Momma again. "Who or what convinced you to join Chelsea? Anyone in particular?"
Momma laughs. "Morsa thinks she's the reason we moved to Chelsea, princesse."
"She is," You say, stubbornly crossing your arms over your chest," Could've stayed at Wolfsburg."
Momma rolls her eyes. "I just think it was just the perfect timing and obviously you were playing on the team."
"It's a little bit of a bonus."
"That's a bonus, yeah. No more bath time duties, no more having to play all the time. You definitely have your uses."
"Morsa plays with me a lot," You cut in," And she does my hair in the morning. It's not always good but she tries."
Morsa turns to look at you in betrayal. "What do you mean it's not always good?!"
You shrug. "Sometimes you tug too hard."
Morsa still looks at you, mouth open wide before she reaches back to tickle your sides. You shriek and try to wiggle away but you're still strapped into your seat so you can't go anywhere.
"Do you have a funny story about the party?" Morsa asks," After winning the league?"
Momma's face lights up. "Ugh, yes!"
Morsa hides in her hands. "Are we really sharing this?"
"Morsa got excited," You say," Because she had a party with the team and forgot that she's too old to party."
"I'm not old!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"You're a Morsa. All Morsa's are old! You're too old to party! You went blergh everywhere!"
Morsa rolls her eyes and looks at the camera. "Because of Covid, because of everything, I hadn't been able to party in over a year. I didn't really know how much I could handle in that evening and..."
"And Morsa threw up in the toilet!"
"And I was taking care of her," Momma says," Like the good girlfriend that I am."
Morsa smiles weakly as you giggle. "Yeah, you had to do girlfriend duties."
"And Millie had to take over babysitting the princesse."
Momma pulls up to the restaurant and you eagerly look out the window, kicking your little legs. It's not often that you get KFC.
"Okay, Pernille," Morsa says," It's time. It's called The Colonel's Quiz." She pulls out a little KFC bucket.. "You can start."
"I'll take the first one."
"And just so you know before we start, Princesse gets to choose a forfeit for the loser so there's a lot at stake, okay?"
"Okay," Momma says," What is my favourite food?"
"I would say..." Morsa thinks for a moment. "Like sushi or Japanese food."
Momma nods. "It's Japanese slash Mexican."
"That's what we had yesterday!" You giggle.
"That's right, princesse. I got one correct answer!"
"Okay, so the next one," Momma says," What is my worst habit?"
"It's you sometimes ask too many questions," Morsa replies.
You think for a moment. "Er...You make me speak English at home!"
Morsa and Momma laugh.
"I said I ask questions before I try to figure it out myself."
"Two points for Morsa!" You announce. You like this game. It's fun.
"How many times did I win player of the year in Denmark? I mean, if you were a really good girlfriend, you actually should know."
"Five times?" Morsa asks, not looking too sure.
"Is that your final answer?"
"No, six times?"
You frown. That doesn't sound right either.
"Is that your final answer?"
"That's my final answer. Is it correct?"
"Yes?"
"Is it correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"Oh my god!" Morsa celebrates
You shake your head. "No," You say," Morsa's wrong. It's seven, I counted all of them at home."
Morsa laughs. "Pernille, the producer says she's right. It's actually seven."
Momma's eyes go wide. "Oh, is it? I thought it was six!"
"Momma's won too many," You say earnestly," 'Cause she can't keep up with how many she has." You shake your head almost in disappointment. When you win prizes when you're older, you're never going to forget how many you've got.
"Two out of three is not bad," Morsa says.
"No."
"Not let's see how well you know me." She picks up the slip of paper. "Who is my favourite music artist slash band?"
"Er..." Momma looks a bit worried. "Leonard Cohen or something."
"It's Lana Del Rey."
"Are you sure?"
"Momma," You say," I think Morsa knows who her favourites are."
Morsa laughs. "Thanks, princesse. Next question, what is my party trick?"
"I know! I know!"
"Let Momma answer."
"Er..." Momma doesn't look like she knows. "You get drunk and you throw up."
"Shut up!"
"Those are bad words, Morsa! You have to put money in the swear jar when we get home!"
"Yeah, I don't know."
"Princesse?"
"Morsa can open a bottle of beer with her teeth!" You say," She's going to teach me when I get all my big teeth!"
"Magda!"
Morsa tries to change the subject quickly. "Zero points for you, Pernille. We already have a winner but let's do the last question just to see if you know me a little bit. Which team did I make my international debut against?"
Momma blows out all of her and you giggle.
Morsa sighs in disappointment. "Oh, okay well...I'm gonna get out of this car now. This is not good."
"I think it is..." Momma thinks for a while. "Ukraine?"
"No."
"Hungary?"
"No. It's France."
Momma sighs.
"The forfeit is yours. Princesse?"
"Er..." You hadn't actually thought of one in advance. "Er...You...You have to order the food in an English accent!"
Momma looks stricken and Morsa laughs, leaning back to give you a high five.
"Princesse..."
"You have to!" You wave a finger at her," 'Cause you got the forfeit! Forfeits aren't meant to be fun!"
"Are you ready to practice your accent?" Morsa teases.
"You have to say please and thank you a lot," You say helpfully.
Momma pulls up to the window and in a shockingly bad accent speaks," I'd like a Twister Wrap and I'd also like a salad, please."
"Is there anything else?"
"Princesse, what do you want?"
"Popcorn chicken! And er...Fruitshoot!"
"What flavour?"
"Apple and blackcurrent!"
"And a kid's popcorn chicken and an apple and blackcurrent fruitshoot," Momma says in her bad accent.
As you pull away from the machine, the car is filled with laughter.
"Yeah," Morsa laughs," I don't know what the hell that was but it was great. It's so funny that you're like a farmer girl from Denmark doing a posh accent."
The laughter keeps going when Momma drives past the window and then tries to take the tray with her.
"If you're going to eat in the car," Morsa says as she passes you your food and drink," Then you can't spill anything."
"I won't!"
"Okay," Morsa says as you start the drive through," We've got another question here. Which of the players from our team would you want to see doing a Wingmen episode?"
"Well," Momma says," The first one I was thinking about is Sam and Erin."
You giggle. "Sam and Erin are very silly. Like clowns!"
"What about Emma Hayes doing an episode?" Morsa offers.
"Yeah that...that wouldn't be quiet," Momma replies.
"Coach Emma talks a lot," You say," She talks and talks and talks-"
"Where are we?"
"-And talks and talks and talks-"
"This is Harry Potter's World."
"-And talks and talks-"
"I don't know. I've never seen it."
You stop your repetition to gasp. "Momma! But we live in England now! That's...That's really bad!"
Momma laughs. "Sorry, princesse. I didn't realise you were this passionate about it. Who even showed you them?"
"Millie did," You say," She's fun. I like Millie."
"Is she your best friend?"
You think for a moment. "Erin and Sam are my friends too and Guro but they're not my best friends."
"Who's your best friend?"
"Jessie! I like Jessie!"
Morsa laughs. "You and Jessie are two peas in a pod. Best friends forever!"
"Jessie's my bestest friend."
Momma unlocks the car and hoists you out. "Home sweet home. I think we've been some good Wingwomen. "
"I mean this was great fun." Morsa gets out too, pressing a kiss to your cheek before smiling at Moma. "I loved you English accent, that's the best thing for me today."
"I liked the food!" You say, stuffing some chips into your mouth.
"We're never going to get her to eat healthy again," Momma laments.
"Enjoy it while you can, princesse," Morsa says," Because you've not getting anymore fast food for a while."
You stick your tongue out at them. "My bestest friend Jessie will buy me some!"
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ranpazz · 3 months ago
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𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.
cw: fem!reader, food play, aphrodisiacs, Ranpo is a little mean, cunnilingous, slight fingering, nipple play, throat-fucking, A little degradation, praise kink (Ranpo), multiple rounds implied(i got lazy), not proofread, etc.. —HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR SWEET BOY. (I didn't make this last minute idk what ur saying.)
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Having a boyfriend who's childish is one thing, but when it's his birthday and he demands to be spoiled rotten is a whole different issue. You've been tending to his every need out of your own volition, feeding him, carrying him, and spoiling him whenever he desired. Now, you were a patient woman, especially with your boyfriend, but you think he was going a bit overboard with demands.
Moreover, you believed it was becoming somewhat unfair with how much Ranpo was bossing you around. This was nothing new, but the sheer amount of demands flying out of his mouth became enough. Which is exactly why you decided to take matters into your own hands. Since he enjoys having you feed him so much, you chose to give him aphrodisiac chocolates. A part of you believed he would see right through it, yet he didn't reject nor show any signs of knowing about the sweets. But you knew better.
Which, inevitably so, leads you to now. And for once, he wasn't lazy about something. The birthday boy himself was on his knees, stuffing his face between your legs out of desperation for some sort of relief— which he was denied of. "Mmpffh– you're doing so good… about time, Ranpo." The noirnette in question whined, flicking his tongue repeatedly over your clit before dipping back into your hole.
"Fuck– good boy… -" You breathed out. Meanwhile, Ranpo keened from your praise, using your words as another reason to pull yet another orgasm from you— and perhaps more praise. He kept your legs spread, brows furrowed as he stuffed his face impossibly further into your sweet pussy.
"Feels s'good, keep going- shit. M'gonna cum-" You whined, and just when you thought the pleasure couldn't get anymore overwhelming, Ranpo decided to slip two fingers inside your sopping cunt. He immediately found that gummy spot inside of you, curling his fingers with precision. Your jaw fell slack, moans spilling from your mouth faster than you can register them.
"Fuck! Cumming, Ranpo!" And not even a full second later, you felt the rope in your tummy snap, white hot pleasure overtaking your senses as Ranpo's tongue pushed you into overstimulation as he lapped up your release like a starved man. It became too much, resulting in you tugging him away from your sloppy pussy by his hair.
For a moment you swore you could cum again just by the look on his face. Those gorgeous green eyes were half-lidded, his hair was disheveled, your juices drenching his chin, and he was panting like a dog. Unfortunately, you didn't get to admire the moment for too long. Ranpo pushed you back onto the bed, climbing atop your body and planting himself on your waist.
"I think it's my turn to have my fun, doncha think, sweetheart?" He grinned, and you knew that smile all too well. A familiar flash of mischief, and he was definitely going to use it against you eventually. You watched as he snatched the can of whipped cream off the nightstand— the same one he was eating before you forced the man on his knees the moment you entered the bedroom.
"You're not seriously going too- Ah!" You were cut off by your own gasp, the coldness of the sweet topping enveloping your breasts. "Oh but I am. After all, I'm still the birthday boy." He grinned after he had applied a generous amount to his liking, he tossing the can aside on the mattress before he practically buried his face in your mounds.
A whine left your lips as he swirled his tongue around your areola, teasing you for the earlier treatment. The whipped cream was smeared across your chest—he was a messy eater after all. His free hand reached for your other breast, groping it before rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger.
You couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was making you feel good in such a way. As you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the noises that threatened to spill from your lips, the birthday boy wasn't having it. She pinned your wrist above for head, clicking his tongue in disapproval. "Tsk tsk. That's no fair is it? I moaned for you, its only natural you do the same in return."
That was your only warning before two fingers were plunged into your warmth, tearing a moan from your throat. Ranpo seemed pleased with himself, pumping his fingers inside of you before removing his slick-coated fingers from your pussy. You whined at the loss, only to be shut up once he slipped his fingers in your mouth. The first thing you noticed was that your juices weren't the only thing you're tasting.
Ranpo had dipped his fingers in the whipped cream before he forced them into your mouth. He held back a groan from the sight, waiting until his fingers were sucked clean before pulling them from your mouth. "I think you sound much better than me with your mouth shut."
He chuckled before taking your nipple into his mouth, warm tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. "Ah-! Fuck, Ranpo-" You choked out, straining against his grasp on your wrists as you arched up slightly. Ranpo didn't relent, instead focusing on your other nipple as he licked your breasts clean.
"Mmhph-." That was all you got in response, him being too busy stuffing his face to give you a proper reply. The heat that pooled in your tummy was becoming hard to ignore, yet that was another story once Ranpo pulled away from your tits after what seemed like hours. "Y'know, I've been dealing with this for a while, baby. Wanna help me out?"
It took you a moment to figure out what he was talking about, that was until you felt something hard poke your thigh. Ranpo smirked as he released your wrists, tugging down his sweatpants just enough to reveal his hard cock. His tip was flushed an angry red, precum seeping from his slit. You were shocked to say the least, you'd never seen him this worked up before. The power of aphrodisiacs, you guessed.
He crawled forward, his cock practically taunting you as it stood against his pale stomach. It had more girth than length, a perfect mix that pleased you on multiple occasions.
"Well? Open up, pretty. M'gonna shut that filthy mouth of yours." He mused, cupping your chin with his free hand before forcing his thumb into your mouth. Once you finally parted your lips, he wasted no time in shoving his length down your throat.
"Mmffph!"
You couldn't get a word in. Literally. Your mouth was stuffed full of his dick, gagging and choking around his length. He sighed before shaking his head, reaching for the whipped cream that was once forgotten on the bed. "Were you so busy moaning like a slut to even spare some spit? I can't even move like this, baby."
The audacity of this man. He still scolded you when it was his cock in your mouth. His ego was far too high to ever come down, and you couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.
He pulled out of your mouth, giving you the rare chance to breathe before spurting the whipped topping into your mouth. It was somewhat melted, but it aided the dryness in your throat. "There we go. Now stay just like that…fuck!"
He slid his cock back into your mouth, the whipped cream surrounding him and the warmth of your tongue pressing flat against a vein along his shaft drove him insane. He began thrusting into your mouth, his tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat each time, causing your eyes to brim with tears.
"Haah– fuck. This is a perfect use for that…ngh pretty mouth of yours." He ranted, entangling his hand in your hair and forcing you to take more of him. You snapped out of your trance, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him off. Your tongue swirled around his tip, teasing his slit just how he liked. The taste of his precum lingered, the saltiness a stark contrast to the sweet flavor of the whipped cream
"Yeah, good girl– keep going just like that…damn." His hips involuntarily bucked into your mouth, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose with each thrust. It wasn't long before his grunts and whines became more breathy, a telltale he was close. You brought a hand to lightly squeeze his balls, pushing him closer towards the edge. The action tore a throaty whine from his throat, tossing his head back as he neared his climax.
"Just a little more… please, I'm so close, 'm g'nna cum-" You could feel your lungs screaming at you, desperate for the oxygen that he denied you of. After a couple more thrusts, he released his warm load down you throat to which you swallowed every last drop. He pulled out of you mouth not long after, leaving you gasping for air.
"You're so dramatic, y'know that, baby?" He teased, shifting off your trembling body and adjusting his sweatpants before leaving the room. He then returned with a glass of water— that you graciously accepted. You sat up straight, downing the water like a lifeline.
Once you finished off the liquid, you set the glass aside on the nightstand. "You're mean, Ranpo." You grumbled, pouting at the man. However, you couldn't use his own tricks against him.
"You're the mean one. Feeding me aphrodisiac chocolates knowing I can't resist snacks!" He retorted, climbing onto the bed with you before kissing your cheek. His words shocked you. So he was aware the entire time? Then how come-
"Feel grateful. The greatest detective in the world felt bad for bossing you around, so I ate your stupid candy." Despite his words being a bit egocentric and whiney, you still appreciated his little 'sacrifice' to please you. With a smile, you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him down beside you. "Thank you, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, sugar."
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"I'm still horny. Wanna another round?"
"Ranpo!"
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hearts4werka · 2 months ago
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NNN day 23 | Fractured Bonds
summary: you and Chris never got along, until your parents forced you to at least attempt to be civil with each other since you’ll be flying out for vacation soon to be on good terms, you were getting along pretty well until a truck comes crashing into you but Chris pushes you out of the way, causing the harsh injuries to himself, suffering a broken leg & two fingers and a slight concussion, making your good relationship crush and crumble, or did it?
warnings: FLUFF&ANGST, car crash, mild swearing, harsh injuries, bleeding, kissing & possibly more!
authors note: hii guys, this fic is inspired by that one episode of Icarly so if y’all think heard something like this than thats your answer, I’m not rlly sure what else to put here my brain is starting to just
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Soft chatter mixed with the sweet scent of ice cream fill the air around us, somehow me and Chris managed to be at least civil with each other today and saw each other from a different perspective. Our time together would consist usually of hard banters, arguments and frequent fights between each other, I never had a specific reason on why I dislike Chris so much. It was rather a feeling of knowledge and he just built his whole person around that fact, our feet step and walk down the cement sidewalk in a visible rhythm, stepping their own way instead if trying to sabotage the others step.
“Never would I expect to see you acting like a normal person in front of me,” I conclude all of the thoughts swirling in my mind at once, I’ve learned to enjoy the present day and the things happening in the moment than to constantly worry about the past, a small smile spreads across my face as I look at the moment I’m spending with the person I once called my worst enemy. “Never thought I would see doing something else than trying to rip my hair out.” He jokes, pushing away the slight tense air that had accumulated in the single moment of silence between us before soft chuckles break through it.
I glance over at him, starting to see soft peaks of a side I’ve never thought my eyes would notice of him before which only intensifies my smile, he notices my gaze lingering for longer than it should be and a faint blush hints on his cheeks. “You’re not such a bad person after all, it’s actually pretty nice just talking to you like I would talk to any of my friends.” I confess, tasting my ice cream as the different flavors burst and spread across my taste buds, creating a sugarcoated layer of deliciousness on the outside of my tongue. “I can say the same about you, sweetheart” He teases as he takes a taste of his own ice cream, his expression becoming shadowed with empathy as well as the slightest hint of… attraction?
I couldn’t really tell all of the emotions apart no matter how hard I tried, my mind immediately went to dismiss the small detail as irrelevant and we continue to walk and chat among each other but the happy and safe space that surrounded us soon came to a tragic and sudden end, as we were crossing the street I noticed a pair of truck head lights coming towards me at a ungodly speed, my whole demeanor shifter dramatically from positive to instant feat for my life, just as I was accepting my faith and thought it was too late — a pair of strong arms pushed me out of the way of the truck — I fell on to the hard concrete and caused it to scratch my skin but my eyes look over at Chris who had pushed me out of the way as the reckless truck driver hit his body with full force, it crashing into a nearby ditch as Chris lays on the road like a pathetic roadkill.
My features flood with panic and horror, running over to his now unconscious body with my arms shaking like an earthquake as they spring to the bleeding parts of his body, trying to stop the blood from coming out of the wounds and keep him from bleeding out, “f-fuck! Chris! A-are you-?…” I cut myself off as Ireach into the pocket of my pants with shaky arms to retrieve my phone to call the ambulance or any kind of help I could reach in this moment. As I speak into the phone my voice trembling and slipping over words, the pain evident in my voice while the medical help attempt to calm me down through the phone when they notice how freaked out I am but their attempts don’t work, even though I once considered him as an enemy and we both wished upon our downfall but never actual death.
I wait for the ambulance to come as fast as they can while I try to keep Chris stabilized, heavy tears mixing with the bloody mess on my hands as I go wipe my tear stained cheeks, causing it to catch some of the blood off my hands and transfer onto my face. A quiet curse leaves my mouth as I put my hands over the more severe wounds until I hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance, paramedics rushing over to the scene and taking me and Chris both to the hospital.
- a week after Chris got discharged from the hospital
My eyes flutter open as I stirr awake, my body immediately becoming tense when I sit up on my bed, running a hand through my hair as I search around for my phone to check what time it currently is, the weekend has officially started and my mother has sent me to visit Chris today again. Ever since the accident happened, my mother has told me I need to go visit him as much as I can but every time I do, we just fight over who’s fault it was and other minor things and I would always leave with a slam of his door, it’s like the good relationship we slowly build and started to warm up to each other it just flew right out of our grasp after the accident, I blame myself entirely for it, it shouldn’t have been him who took the fall — it was supposed to be me and not him — and he blames himself for jumping in to save me and took the harsh injuries upon himself.
I get out of bed and slump over to the closet, getting dressed into more appropriate outside clothes before grabbing all of my stuff and walking downstairs to eat something for breakfast before I get going, my mom was already in the kitchen drinking a freshly brewed coffee to wake her up and a cooked breakfast infront of her m, she sees me and glances up from her dish. “You’re going to visit Chris today?” I nod my head, putting my bag down on the counter as I see some left over breakfast. “I left you some breakfast on the stove and eat it before you go.” She informs me and goes back to her own business. I grab a place at put the food on top of it, sitting down at the table I eat my breakfast and get going.
- one car ride later
After a long fifteen minutes of driving to Chris’s house, I finally make it into their driveway and turn off the engine, unbuckling my seatbelt and exiting the car, my feet drift over the stone path as I make my way to the front door and letting myself in. His mom was in the living room, her hands clutching the edges of the newspaper she was currently reading, I give her a welcome nod and she speaks. “There’s a bowl of soup in the kitchen for Chris and since you’re here, could you bring it to him? He can’t constantly walk down the stairs with his broken leg” “Of course I can, Ms. Sturniolo,” I state politely, walking into the kitchen and cradling the bowl in my hands while steadily making my way upstairs to Chris’s room. “Thank you sweetie” I faintly hear Ms. Sturniolo’s voice as I enter the room, Chris sitting up in his bed while reading a random book, a half-smoked cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he looks up at me.
“What are you doing here now?” He questions, his face shadowing with confusion and slight annoyance as he puts out the cigarette and drops it into the ashtray on his bedside table. “Are you here to fight with me again? Because if that’s the case then save it for yourself.” He states before putting his nose back into his book, ignoring my presence in the room. I roll my eyes at him, walking up to his bedside table and carefully place the bowl of soup his mom made down next to the other clutter on it, sitting down on the edge of his phone. “I’m not here to fight, can you acknowledge me for a minute or are you going to be stuck in that book forever?” My words make him look up at me, a visible mixture of annoyance with slight empathy in his eyes.
“Then why are you here?” He asks again, putting his book down onto his lap and turning his attention towards me. “I came to visit you, if you haven’t noticed yet” “Your mom forced you again?” “No, understand that I actually care for once.” I speak, the soft undertone of guilt hidden in my tone. “I never wanted this to happen, surely not when we were finally getting along with each other.” I state, fidgeting lightly with my fingers at the thought he did this for me, so I didn’t have to suffer how he is now, my heart aches each time with guilt as I think about what could have originally happened and he seems to notice my deep in thought state. “Can you stop blaming fucking yourself for this? It’s not your fault, I was the one who pushed you out of the way. If it’s anyone’s fault it should be mine,”
He grabs my hand into his to stop my fingers from fighting with each other, his eyes landing on mine and staring deeply into them. “But you shouldn’t have, I should have been the one who suffered, you didn’t deserve this.” The guilt starts to crack through into my voice, being now more evident. “We both blame ourselves for it at the end of the day, and there’s no agreement happening soon with this whatsoever so there’s no point in fighting about this longer.“ I spill out, my mind swirling with a million different thoughts all at once. He doesn’t agree, nor disagree with me, leaving us to just stare deeply into each other’s eyes, the tension becoming more tense by the minute until I decide to break it by capturing his lips into one simple kiss with a deeper, hidden meaning behind it.
I could feel his body freeze in place before he melts right into it, his arm coming to rest around my waist as I feel the soft cold metal on my skin of the embrace his fingers have been encased in, sending a slight shiver down my spine as our lips fight a small battle for who gets to be the best kisser. We pull away eventually and faint pants leave our mouths and mix together from how close we are to each other, “Are we good now?” “Yeah but I was the better kisser for sure” “Who said that?” “I did, and it’s true.” “I call bullshit, I was better” I stand my ground, knowing I was definitely better than him, he smirks and rolls his eyes playfully “Oh you wanna fight? Fine, I’ll give you a little fight” with that said, he pulls me back into now a more fierce and dominant kiss as we fall back on to his bed.
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quite-right-too · 1 year ago
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Animal I Have Become
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Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open
Summary: The Doctor doesn't like seeing people harm what's his. (18+ only)
The Oncoming Storm.
The Time Lord Victorious.
The Destroyer of Worlds.
The Doctor had many names in many different languages that spread across the stars. Tales of the last of the Time Lords echoed through the galaxy — the man who had destroyed two entire races, including his own people, and stopped being merciful many years ago.
Nobody quite knew how old the Doctor was, or how far back the legends had been traced, but one thing was certain.
Everywhere you went, people were afraid of the Doctor.
The Doctor you knew was gentle and kind. He made you breakfast in the mornings and told you how much he loved you. His eyes were so full of adoration and joy when he was around you.
However, that didn’t mean he was always like that.
All you had done was stop for repairs. You had a task to complete; find the market stall and acquire a list of parts. The Doctor had already written a list and drew some pictures next to each part to make it easier for you to find.
The city you were in was disorienting. It had already gotten dark, making the directions you were given nearly useless. One wrong turn and you found yourself in an alley. As you went to turn around, a man approached you.
His skin was a dark, rich shade of blue. He looked human aside from that. And the small horns that stuck out of his forehead. ‘Like a devil,’ you thought.
“So,” the dark humanoid man standing in front you took a step forward, prompting you to take a step back. “What’s someone like you doing in a place like this?” The street lamp above you flickered unnervingly as you inched further and further away. Each step forward was met with a step back until you were cloaked in darkness, just outside of the small illuminated circle you were relying on for just a modicum of safety.
You felt your back hit the wall as you took another step backwards — it was a dead end.
You were trapped.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
Your heart began to race as a silver glint in the man’s hand caught your eye. The low light reflected off the knife that he held tightly.
Uncertainty makes you afraid. Fear makes you reckless. Just be confident in everything you do and above all else, just remember…
The Doctor’s words echoed through your head as you tightened your fists, preparing for whatever was going to come next. If you were going to die, you would not make it easy. You braced for the inevitable as your attacker surged forward.
I will always be there to save you.
The blue-skinned man was pulled backwards into the light and tossed to the ground. A sickening crack echoed through the dark alley followed by a groan and a cough.
Towering above him was the Doctor. Tall and powerful, long coat billowing around him from the speed he had run over. This was not the man you woke up next to that morning or made love to the night before.
This was the Oncoming Storm.
And he was pissed.
Even in the faint light, you could see that his eyes were impossibly dark. He stared down at the man on the ground with a sneer, his converse-clad foot pressing down on his throat. Below him, the stranger clawed at the Doctor’s leg.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you right now,” the Doctor murmured coldly. “Why shouldn’t I spill your blood all over the pavement like the filth you are?”
Fear flashed in the alien’s eyes. “Please, I’m sorry,” he choked out breathlessly. “I didn’t know you- I would never have-” He was cut off as the Doctor put pressure on his throat, kneeling down to pick up the dropped knife.
The Time Lord twirled the blade in his hand. “Oh,” he cooed. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have.” Without warning, the Doctor quietly and subtly drove the knife into the man’s chest. “And you never will again.”
The thrashing subsided and the Doctor stood up, leaving the knife in the man's chest as thick red liquid began to form a pool underneath him. Wiping his hand haphazardly on his pant leg, he stared down at the body below him.
“Don’t touch what’s mine.”
Before you could even get a word out over what you had just witnessed, the Doctor had you pinned against the wall with a bruising kiss. “You heard me,” he growled. “You’re mine. All mine.” His hands gripped your hips with such force that you couldn’t move, even if you tried.
You gasped as he moved his mouth down your neck. “Fuck, Doctor!” That spurred him on further as he rutted against you, his hardening cock pressing against your lower abdomen.
Nimble fingers undid the button on your jeans, ripping them down your legs with your underwear. “You’re all fucking mine,” he growled as he unbuttoned his own trousers and shoved them down to his thighs, pants following. 
You were desperate for more. Hard and fast and brutal.
The look in the Doctor’s eyes indicated that he knew exactly what you wanted.
Wordlessly, he helped lift you so could wrap your legs around his hips, cock resting at your entrance. “Oooh, so wet for me already?” he breathed, thrusting himself against your slit. “You got absolutely soaked watching me make sure nobody ever touches what’s mine.” His long coat settled around the two of you, offering more privacy in the darkness.
The head of his cock slipped inside you, resting just for a second, before he slammed himself into you to the hilt. “Oh, gods,” he groaned, beginning a punishing rhythm. “You feel so fucking good.” His mouth began to wander down your neck, sucking deep purple bruises into your skin.
As he pushed you harder into the wall, one of his hands wandered up to the back of your head, keeping you from hitting the wall as he fucked you mercilessly.
Even in the situation you were in now, you found it extremely endearing.
“Doctor, please,” you choked out, hands grasping at his back. “I need you, all of you.” You felt him grin against your throat at your words.
“Damn right you do. You’re mine. Only mine. Nobody else gets to touch you.” He enunciated with a particularly hard thrust, “Look at you. Fuck, nobody even gets to think about you.” He let out a filthy moan as your fingers tangled in his hair. “I’ll kill the next bastard that thinks they can take you from me.”
Tightening around his cock, your impending orgasm was making itself known. The Doctor knew it too, keeping his thrusts hard and fast.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, love? When you do, you’re going to scream for me. Scream my name so everyone knows who you belong to. Be good and come for me. Now.”
You felt the coil snap as your orgasm crashed over you. You followed his instructions, screaming his name. Calling out for the universe to hear. Making sure everyone knew what you were.
Property of the Doctor.
A few more thrusts and the Doctor followed with a shout, burying his face into your neck. He marked you inside and out, filling you just as you liked. Spurting his come into you and letting it trail down your arse. Leaving you absolutely fucked filthily and ruined for anyone who even thought of trying their luck with you.
“Thank you,” you sighed happily as he helped ease you down off of him. It didn’t take long for him to clean you both up and drag you off to the TARDIS.
He made sure you knew you were his at least five more times that night.
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miniwheat77 · 1 year ago
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Red. (König.)
!CW! NSFW, smut, fluff, König being protective, blood, poorly translated German, (sorry if I missed any.)
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Red is the color you’ve learned to associate with König. Not for any particular reason, but you’ve seen the massive man covered head to toe in blood, and the scariest part about it? It was never ever his own. You met him before he became a Colonel, and when he did become one, you were amongst the first few soldiers he wanted around him. He saw potential in you. He liked having you around. Not for any particular reason, or so he thought.
Red is the color of your panties when König passes by your bedroom when your door is cracked open. You hadn’t realized it was open, forgetting all about it. He watched for far too long, the way you drew them down your legs, discarding them into your hamper and sliding another pair onto your legs. His eyes are dark as he watches you. He has to force himself away from you, he couldn’t do this to himself, he had too much to lose than to pursue something like a relationship.
Red is the color that seeps into his teeth when he bites too hard on his lip. Seeing you pass by, imagining what you look like with only panties on. He can only imagine what you’ll look like with them off too. He moves his hand up his hood, wiping the blood away from his lip, tasting the familiar metallic taste on his tongue, oh how he wanted it to be yours instead. He was obsessed.
Red is the color of the one single rose he’d found on a mission with just the two of you. He passed it to you, smiling even though he knew you couldn’t see it. Your cheeks blushed crimson, and he felt his heart thumping deep in his chest. “Thank you Colonel.” You giggle. Hearing him laugh. “Hübsche Blume für ein hübsches Mädchen.” He mumbles, seeing the way your smile starts to falter. You nibble at your lip nervously. He takes the rose from you, placing it between your skin and the strap of your helmet. Right above your ear. He’d already pulled the thorns off so that they wouldn’t hurt you.
Red is the color of his cheeks when you make the first move, stepping toward him. Reaching very slow as you raise his hood just enough. Right at the bridge of his nose. Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He’s the one who deepens it, resting his hands on your waist and pulling you into him to kiss you harder, show you that he wants more. Your lips are flushed and plump from his harsh kiss. Pupils blown out, eyes begging for more of him. He doesn’t know what he’s gotten himself into.
Red is what he sees when a new recruit touches you in a way you don’t like. Resulting in you being upset. He marches right over to the both of you, threatening the man. “If you touch her again, I’ll cut your hands off. Do you understand?” He corners him, your cheeks lighting on fire. He was so protective. How dare he touch you. König was the only man allowed to touch you. Nobody else was supposed to. You were his, only his. He sends the recruit to his room for the night and grasps hold of your wrist, pulling you along. Once he gets you alone. He’s kissing you again. You were his. He was going to make sure of it.
Red is the color of the rose petals he’d decorated your shared house with. Along with candles in the shape of a walkway. You came into your house, shocked by what you see as you set your keys and bag down skeptically. You creep down the hallway, finding him waiting for you in your bedroom. “What is all of this?” You smile. “A surprise. Come here.” He nods. You giggle as he takes your hand, bringing you into him. “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He mumbles. You smile up at him, but it falters as he lowers himself down onto one knee. Lifting up the little black velvet box. “Willst du mich heiraten?” He smiles. Seeing your eyes fill with tears.
Red is your daughters favorite color. Anytime she gets a hold of a marker or crayon, it’s always red. Her favorite thing to do is show you and König what she has drawn, and even though he’s not a fan, he’ll let her color red marker onto his fingernails. She’s not quite old enough for the real thing, so marker will have to do for now. You laid in bed next to König after a long night, seeing his nails and how there’s still remnants of red marker. You can’t help but smile. Just as you lie in bed, you can hear a little sniffle at your door. König sits up fast, plucking the little metal chain on the lamp next to him. Seeing his little girl with tears streaming down her face. “Baby what’s wrong?” You ask. “I had a bad dream.” She sniffles. You hear König let out a sigh. “It’s alright liebling, daddy’s gotcha.” He breathes. Reaching his hands out for her and lifting her into your bed. “Stay with mum and dad tonight.” He mumbles. Yawning slightly as she nuzzles up between the both of you. She had him wrapped right around her little finger.
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pixielover1 · 8 months ago
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Wild Flowers.
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Monster!König x reader.
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Königs ears flicker and he stares at you with dumbfounded eyes. He thought maybe he was hearing things. He happily nods his head, so hard you’d think it would fly off. He was then following you home with the hot soup in his hands. You could hear his tail cutting through the air. You had no idea what you were doing or why, but you were allowing some strange man into your home! You push the door open and hold it for him as his hands are full. You kick off your shoes and lose a couple inches of height. König places the pot down on your kitchen counter and turns back to face you. Looking down to you, you catch how his eyes are filled with blatant excitement. Such an infectious feeling transfers over to you, making your body and doubts ease. Ever since he fixed your door, an odd feeling has been bubbling inside of your stomach.
You take in a small breath and walk into your bedroom. He truly follows like a lost puppy, keeping himself in arms reach of you. You sit on the edge of your bed and he remains standing with a craned neck. You pat the empty spot next to you for him to sit. He obliges and makes the bed dip from his weight. Noticing how dirty his clothes are, you absentmindedly trace a hand along his chest. You stand to your feet, now eye level with the wolf-man. He’s breathing hard again, and.. shaking? For König this was both heaven and hell. He was in your home, surrounded by your scent and being touched by you. But, it took everything in him not to grab and take you for his own. Unaware of his internal battle, you assume he’s just cold.
Still oblivious you slip his shirt off, now faced with his bare and hairy chest. You turn your back to him after tossing the fabric to the side. “I will go get some water to rinse you, I will be back” You’re only able to make one step before König snares you, his strong arms squeezing your body. His sparse and husky growls were filling your ears as his head dipped down to yours. The new found closeness allows his hot breath to tickle your neck and you feel aroused. “Nein. Stay.” He orders with no room for debate. You nodded as you were in no position to argue. With your submission, König feels his erection grow unbearable. In a flash your back is to the bed, König over you.
He is trembling, desperately trying not to fuck you right here. You gaze up at him with those innocent eyes and his penis jumps. He can’t stand to look at you any more. His savior, the one he would set the world ablaze for. He rests his head on the bed next to yours, his uneven breaths filling the quiet air. Your heart is pounding and a bundle of heat is forming between your legs. His monstrous body caged you between him and the mattress but for some reason, you grow concerned for the man. He looks unwell, so you let him know you’re still here and supporting him. You kiss his cheek. You kiss him. König stops breathing and his body becomes frozen in place. He slowly pulls back, looking at your face with awe and shock. You wore a soft smile on your face. Too inviting for him.
His eyes trace across your body and they linger on your flawless plump curves. He sees how your hips are made for breeding, and his dick starts to leak of precum. Without a warning, he takes his sharp claws and tears off your dress. You yelp, surprised at the sudden motion. His mouth doesn't know where to start, so he leaves kisses everywhere. Your tummy, your breast, your neck. nothing is untouched by him. animalistic noises seep from his mouth as he finally has you. You mewl under his passionate attacks. Your hips buck up in dire need of friction, the heat growing to be too much. König understands and slips his pants off, allowing his cock to spring out. It’s drooling for you, and it’s huge. The sheer length of it makes your breath hitch, and the girth makes your pussy throb. You want him inside of you. You need to feel him. You catch his gaze and you harp out to him, “Please.” That sole word sends König into a frenzy. He starts to rub his aching dick along your soft folds to get his slick onto you. He’s waited too long for this moment and he was going to fucking savor it. he slammed his lips onto yours needily, taking your lips and your breath. You claw at his back, need boiling up in your body past management. Your body is soon littered in deep marks and kisses. König bites and sucks at every inch of skin you have, making the spots ache. You're out of breath simply from his adoration of you. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter. But the kiss wasn't just him showing his love, it was a warning. He began to slide himself inside of your neglected hole. His growls grow as you have trouble fitting him inside of you. Screams leave your mouth at the stretch of his insane size. Tears roll down your cheek, but as quickly as they fall, König kisses them away. You tangle your trembling hands in his messy hair and try to pull him off of you. He doesn't budge. His jagged nails lock into the bed, leaving tears in your cottony sheets. Your whines make him twitch inside of you. He leans down, whispering in your ear. “Meine Liebe, ich werde dich niemals verlassen.” (My love, I will never leave you.) He then starts to take slow thrusts inside of you, forcing your pink walls open to no end. His weeping dick skirrs though your downy pussy, making you become accustomed to his monstrous shape. Your cries calm and die down into pants as it grows enjoyable. Once he feels your hips squirming, calling for more, he picks up his pace with a grunt. He fucks into you with a salacious stroke, hitting deep inside your gummy interior. You gasp when get a view of him wildly digging into you, his face entranced with ecstasy. He keeps your head trapped in between his arms, staring at you with intense lust. Your pretty face and sounds turned him even more barbaric.
He pulls out, flipping you onto your back. Harshly, he grabs your hips and pushes his cockhead inside your tightness again. Your body was just too welcoming. He rams into you with no remorse, ignoring your pleading speeches. Tears coat your cute face as he stuffs your pussy, the pain and pleasure consuming your mind. His grip on your ass leaves your skin red and sore. He feels the need to breed you, to make you his. Watching your perfect body bounce with every push spurs him on. You have no choice but to feel every thick inch plunge into your sensitive area. The bubble formed in your tummy is about to pop. He keeps his motions up, making your gushing hole remember the shape of him. With a loud cry you cum hard on his cock, making him give a dark chuckle. “Just like that, Mein kleiner Welpe.'' (My little pup) He cooed, stroking your back. You pant and paw at the sheets, the pleasure overwhelming your senses.
König knew then that you were made for him, for his cock. He knew his purpose was to protect and fill you to the brim with his seed. With newfound identity, he cums deep in your womb, your pleasured howls making him feel accomplished. He puts in a few more strokes, making sure you're filled with his cubs. He cherishes the memorable sight of your juices mixed together, cum leaking out your precious pussy. His perfect pussy. He kisses down your back as he carefully pulls out. When his mouth reaches your clit, he kisses it gently. You give him the softest moan he’s heard yet. Finding it so darling, he licks at your overstimulated lips. You whimper and breathe out, “Please.. I-i can’t '' He clusters up the small remains of self control in him, even though he wanted nothing more than to test the limits of your statement. He laid next to you and pulled you into his chest with ease. He rubbed your back calmingly. “Okay?” He asked, wanting to know if he hurt you or not. “I’m okay.” Your tired voice spoke, slightly raspy from the endless moaning. He looks down at you with a mellow smile. He wipes a tear away from your eye and whispers, “Königs.” You hum quietly in response, caving into his desires. At long last you were his; he feels complete. You rest against his chest and he lulls you to sleep, both of you eventually dozing off. He keeps a light sleep to ensure he can still protect you. Leaking his seed, König finally made you his Königin. The next time the sun came out, it would be burning brighter than before, and your life with him would begin.
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Hello! This concludes Wild Flowers. I hope you enjoyed my first story! Please feel free to share ideas with me!
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kaisers-house-of-desires · 9 months ago
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Can you do an Yandere Idia x male reader
with reader being Idia's fake boyfriend so Idia's parent don't have to worry or talk about his social life but then Idia got too attached to reader during their fake relationship.
reader sleeping on Idia's room and Idia's horny thoughts took over him and he ended up fucking reader and then after that guilt tripped reader to staying with him as he was starting to become more and more desperate for reader's prescence, time, and body.
(i can't think of deeper details im so sorry 😭)
No need to apologize, reader! I think this is quite doable~
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Title: Attached
Characters: Idia x m!reader
Contains: Dark Themes(Yandere, manipulation), somniphillia, handjob, biting
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Full request below the cut
All characters are 18+
MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI
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For Idia, to finally have his parents stop asking about a partner was a blessing, but unfortunately for him, it would start a mess.
It had been over a month, maybe two, since this pretend relationship started. You agreed to help the socially awkward male to get his parents off his back. Did it mean having to share a kiss here, a hug there? A few Magicam images to really sell it?
Sure, and really, neither of you minded.
Except now, in the hours of the night, Idia found himself staring at the ceiling, unable to even play a game or check his phone to distract him. His thoughts ran wild, and you sleeping beside him didn't help. His yellow eyes, practically glowing in the dark as they darted to your sleeping form and back up to the ceiling. The whole reason you were here was at his request. It seemed out of the ordinary for you two, and you couldn't quite understand why he would want you over, but assuming it was to set up another farse to fool his parents, you agreed.
Now he was almost regretting it.
Sitting up, Idia's gaze started from your head to your legs. In your pajamas, you slept on top of the blankets, having commenting on how warm it was in the dorm. Idia had yet to change, but he had assured you he would.
He didn't. His mind was too busy.
The only thing he kept thinking about was you.
He never broke his stare, leaning towards you with an outstretched hand. He had plans to turn you, but luckily for him, you turned on your own, now lying on your back. He got a better view of your face, your sweet, sleeping face.
The memories of your fake dates called back to him. The way you held his hand was far too real, the way your fingers would intertwine. The looks you would give him would cause pink to rise to his pale face. He longed for this more than just for the time he needed. He longed for you, for your time, your energy, your...
Idia positioned himself over you, his head over yours, His heart hammered as sinful thoughts danced along his mind.
Blue lips carefully brushed against your slightly parted ones. You didn't stir, which Idia was thankful for. He firmly pressed his lips to yours, enjoying a sweet, yet needy kiss. It was quick, as he didn't want to wake you from your slumber, not yet.
A kiss wouldn't be enough, however, and now that he had a taste, he wouldn't hold back.
Not moving from your side, Idia sat up, eyes darting to your pajama bottoms. With shaky yet eager hands, Idia undid the button that kept the fabric together at your crotch. Instead of digging into your boxers like he wanted to, he attempted to still, and instead gently rested his hand over the mound of fabric. A shuddering sigh left his mouth, eyes nearly fluttering at the touch.
Ever so carefully, he began to massage you, a soft hum leaving you through your nose. He had never done such a thing to another, only himself as he had many a night to think about all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. He felt you begin to harden under his hand, your brows furrowing as a breathy moan slipped by your lips. Your arm moved, causing Idia to stop. To his luck, all you did was rest your arm over your eyes, body stilling once you were finished. Idia waited a couple seconds before continuing, this time finally slipping his hand into your boxers to present your semierect shaft to the warm air.
Idia practically drooled at the sight, his face hot from merely holding it in his hand. There was no turning back, and ever so gently, he began to pump his hand along your cock. A groan startled him, but he pressed on. You felt hot in his hand, almost unbearingly so, and the last sane part of his brain screamed at him to stop, but all it took was a name to make him come to a screeching halt as his head slowly turned toward the source.
You weren't awake, you were still asleep, but you had uttered a name that made Idia's heart swell.
"I...dia...~"
A dream, he thought. He has to be dreaming.
And if you were dreaming, then that means you wanted this too, right?
Throwing caution to the wind, Idia attempted to carefully readjust, putting himself by your legs as he finally, yet reluctantly let go of your cock, which now was harder than what he started with. Excitedly, Idia worked to carefully remove your bottoms, boxers and pants now crumbled beside the bed. Idia messed with the buckle of his belt, shaky and sweaty hands fumbling with the leather and metal as he finally worked on his zipper. Eventually, his cock sprang free from the confines of his black boxers. Not wasting any time, fearing you would wake up soon, he positioned himself, lifting your legs up to gain access to your hole. He knew there was no prep, but time was of the essence for him. He pressed his cock to your entrance and--
"I-Idi--AH!"
At the same moment you attempted to speak his name, Idia pushed himself in, your walls not ready for such a protrusion, but the male didn't care, not at the moment. Right now, he stared you down, glazed yellow eyes meeting your pained ones. You had gripped the blankets below you, swearing out with a sob as you made a fist to hit the mattress in frustration.
"I-I'm sorry, y/n, but I...I couldn't help myself anymore." Idia's voice trembled, but not because of fear. It trembled because he was desperate. He needed to move, he could always explain what's happening in the meantime, right? With that in mind, he began to gyrate his hips into yours, both of you filling the hot air with sinful sounds of lust.
Unable to speak, all you could do was grip at Idia's sleeves, panting heavily with each blissful impact of his cock inside as you met his frenzied gaze. Not like Idia would answer anyway, as the man was babbling a mile a minute about how good you felt, about how incredible you were.
Idia fell over you, his head close to yours as his feral thrusting never ceased. He stared down at you, a twisted smile revealing his sharp teeth.
"I-I want you I want you I want you I want you...!"
Before you could give a rebuttal, or rather attempt one, you found Idia's mouth on your neck, those very teeth digging into the top layer of your flesh. All the while Idia's movements never stopped, not even while you let out a scream, the pain oddly sending a jolt to your stomach, heat to your cock.
And he didn't let go. Idia's jaw locked onto your neck, growls and panting sounding beside your ear. With his teeth sinking in, and his thrusts neverending, you found yourself in a taboo position. You were still waking up, and all of this was happening to you. You weren't sure how to react, what to say. Your body was assaulted with pleasure, and all you could do was let it happen.
But to your luck, or misfortune depending, Idia was quick to cum, likely due to his frenzied state, his desperate need to have you.
He filled your hole decently, a slip of cum escaping from the bottom of your stuffed ass. Part of you was grateful it was over, but another part didn't want it to end. Idia finally released his jaw from your neck, indents of teethmarks branding you, some having specks of blood from the pierced skin. As far as Idia was concerned, you belonged to him.
"Hah...~ Look at you...~ You're a mess...~" Though he was one to talk. Despite the sweat sheening on your forehead, the tired eyes that once again met the flame haired man, it didn't compare to the crazed look Idia wore, the toothy grin that just cursed you with a bite. "Don't worry, though. I-I like messes~ You're my favorite mess~"
"I-Idia..." Your voice sounded like a whine, a plea. Idia never pulled out, but instead remained inside, as if leaving would kill him.
"Shhh it's okay." He leaned back down, and you flinched, thinking he would bite you again, but instead he left a kiss on your forehead. "No need t-to say anything, okay? Couples do this. It's normal."
Couples...wait. Did Idia forget it was all for pretend?
"B-But we..."
"Hm? We...what?"
You blinked back the fatigue that crept up on you. "I-Idia...we're not really dating."
Surprisingly, his face went unchanged. "Of course we are. It's been two months. You agreed to go out with me..."
"Idia that's not--"
"So you lied to me...you were just pretending to date me?"
That...that was the whole point! This was all for pretend to get his parents off his back! You blinked back confused tears.
"We agreed--"
"I don't u-understand...why would you do this? Why would you spend...a-all that time with me...?" You felt the air change, his hair looking more active than normal.
"I-It was for your parents, remember?"
"My parents? My parents are thrilled I have someone! If you leave me they'll never let me hear the end of it!" Orange speckled the blue, he was close to popping off, but instead, you thought back on your actions. Perhaps...you had simply misheard him initially. Maybe you thought it was for the parents, but maybe that was a lie Idia came up with to ask you out, fighting his anxieties.
"I-I...I-I'm sorry. I must have m-misremembered..."
The orange settled, and a smile, not as deranged, grew back to Idia's face. "I don't blame you, love. It's late after all."
Finally pulling out from you, which caused you to whine out lightly, Idia got settled with you in the bed, pulling the blankets up to cover your half nude form with him by your side.
"Sleep. You need it, okay?"
Without another word, and afraid to turn your back on him, you curled up, closing your eyes...
...unable to see the traitorous grin that Idia wore.
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90s-suplex · 5 months ago
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NSFW alphabet Stone Cold Steve Austin
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I am tired of pretending that this man isn't hot
nsfw below the cut! Don‘t like, don‘t read :)
Minors don‘t interact!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Will depend on his partner and relationship status! Generally speaking, he isn't one to 'hit it and quit it' - he'll help you clean up and will check up on you.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Since Austin works out a lot, he is proud of his physique as a whole, he does not have a favourite body part. However, if he notices there's a specific body part of his that you have a great liking for (i.e. his chest) this will secretly become his favourite body part.
His favourite body parts of his partner are boobs and thighs.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He has a thing for creampies. He loves to cum deep inside you (with your permission of course) and watch his cum drip out of you. Just the thought of it alone will get him going.
Sometimes he will pull out in the last second to finish on your pussy.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
When you weren't looking, he sneakiliy stashed away some pairs of used panties of yours. He stores them in his bag for whenever you can't travel with him for... reasons.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Let's just say he knows what he's doing.. he's been around the block.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary and cowgirl!
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He loves making you laugh, but once you two are fucking he is serious.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He will trim his hair down there every once in a while when it gets too long for his own liking, but won't shave.
He won't expect his partner to shave downstairs, he's happy with how ever you feel the most comfortable.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Austin isn't one to say 'I love you' easily. Once you're in a committed relationship, those words still won't leave his lips regularly.
But he has lots of 'southern' pet names he loves to use for you :) Sweet cheeks, doll, doll face, hon', sugar ...
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He has a high sex drive, so he when you're spending time apart, he's masturbating one to two times a day.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
This man has a degradation kink (2001 heel run hello??) - if you're into it, he loves to explore this with you. The same applys to impact play.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Being on the road constantly, it's safe to say he's had sex outside his home more often than inside. If you travel with him you'd usually end up doing it in your hotel room bed, since it's the easiest option and you wouldn't always get assigned the most spacious hotel rooms with lots of room to experiment either. (..or you would end up doing it in the car on the way to your hotel, if he can't keep his hands to himself beforehand..)
If you decide to join him to the arena, he wouldn't say no to doing the deed in his locker room. Though he is a private man, so he'd prefer to not get caught in the act.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Austin has a high sex drive, you in his presence alone will get him going ;)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He would never do something unconsensual.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves giving oral! If it was up to him, he could spend hours inbetween your legs.
Since Austin's knees aren't in the best condition (hence his knee braces) he enjoys to just lie flat on his back and have you sit on his face. He'd find it cute if you're shy about doing so and he'd soon prove to you that you won't hurt his jaw/face and he can more than handle it.
Holding your hips/pinning them down and eating you out invokes something primal in him. He'd be moaning into your pussy and hearing you moan back in response would go straight to his cock (and feed his ego).
He's truly the happiest when he can go down on his partner.
Of course, he won't turn down the opportunity for a blow job ;) BUT he doesn't expect one in return for eating you out.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
When you are not running low on time, he likes to start slow and work up the pace ;)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes to quickies! He lives a pretty fast paced live, so sometimes this is all that is managable.
But he prefers to take his sweet time with you >:) he is big on foreplay!!
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As mentioned before, he is a private man. He isn't too fond of the idea of sex out in public unless it's in the middle of nowhere.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Stone Cold does have quite the stamina. Usually he can go for two rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Austin doesn't own toys besides maybe some handcuffs. He likes to keep it basic! If his partner owns toys he might try incorporating them, but he will be sceptic at first. He likes to believe he can make you cum on his own without any help juuust fine.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh, he is really big on teasing, he never stops. You thought he's only talkative in the ring? No!
He is big on dirty talk and never shuts up during sex - Austin will talk you through it and praise you for how good you're doing for him. During the day, he loves to watch you get flustered when he squeezes your body and tells you all the things he'll be doing to you later in the day once he gets ahold of you.
Sometimes he will truly make you work for his cock and for getting your release...
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Austin is vocal and appreciates it if his partner is as well. He enjoys hearing all the sounds he's able to drive out of you during sex. He pays close attention to what makes you respond and your body ache for more.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Considering all the beers he's drinking when wrestling/after the matches, you two would end up having drunk sex a lot.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He is well-endowed. 7 inches when hard and thick/girthy
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He has trouble falling asleep and is usually sleepdeprived to some extent because of it. Sleeping pills and/or sex will help him getting some rest though.
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thezombieprostitute · 11 months ago
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Dream Come True - Epilogue
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Summary: The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel by running legitimate businesses. One such business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.
A/N: Reader is plus sized, afab. No other descriptors used.
Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. Violence referenced but not written.
Part 10
Series Masterlist
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You took another look at yourself in the mirror. You were starting to second guess this lingerie you bought on a whim. You’d just felt so confident in the moment, but now you’re wondering if it was actually a good idea. The past few months with Curtis had done wonders for your self-esteem; the fact that you could even look in the mirror this long was proof of that. It seemed like his desire for you would never fade. You weren’t complaining but it still took some getting used to. 
There were a lot of things to get used to these past few months. Understandably impressed with your work Rogers and Barnes had made sure you were given a place in the Family. Officially you were a HR Consultant, complete with the oversized checks. What that translated to was, every time there was a disagreement within the Family, a roadblock in their internal functioning, you were called in. Barnes reasoned that, if you could get Curtis to do things differently, you could get anyone to do so. There were some chuckles at that, mainly from Mace who continued to rib Curtis about “being right”. The guys would sometimes try to talk you into talking to Curtis for them but you promised to only do that if a conversation was warranted. Hal needing upgraded pool cleaning supplies? Sure. Jake needing upgraded computers for the cybercafe so he could own the leader-boards for his games? No.
Ransom was finally released from the hospital a couple weeks ago. Apparently he didn’t give you up right away and ended up with some scars for his trouble. He was absolutely doted on by a few nurses who were fans of his books so he didn’t complain much. Because everything happened at his home he was allowed to come up with the official story for the police. Sheriff Bodecker reported that Ransom was the victim of a small group of super fans; when he tried to turn them away they attacked him and destroyed his home. 
The door to the apartment opened up and you heard Curtis calling for you. You wrap your robe around you, regretting getting the crotchless lingerie, and step out to welcome him. He wraps you up in his strong arms and covers your face in little kisses. 
“Been such a crappy day,” he grumbles. “So glad I get to come home to you.”
You giggle at the affection before breaking the hug, “come on, I’ve got dinner keeping warm. Just need to dish it up.”
“Mmmm. Smells so good.”
“Are you talking about the dinner or me?”
“Yes,” he smiles.
You gently scoff and playfully slap his chest, “just promise you’ll be honest about the food? It’s a new recipe.”
“Always,” he confirms. “May I ask about the robe?”
“Oh,” you falter, “I was…um…I bought myself a little something, but I’m…I’m not so sure…”
“Can I see?”
You gently chew your lip before looking at him and opening your robe. You think you hear Curtis growl as he takes in the visual of you in the skimpy lingerie. 
“Angel, we’re gonna need to delay dinner.”
“But, I-” you’re cut off by Curtis closing the space between you and kissing you, fully removing your robe before letting his hands wander to all of your favorite spots. You moan as he kisses down your jawline, “bed or couch?” 
Curtis pulls away, “right here.” He drops to his knees and lifts one of your legs over his shoulder before attaching his mouth to your pussy. 
You use his strong shoulders to steady yourself as you enjoy his tongue’s expert movements. You look down and see his eyes are beautifully darkened with lust. You’re a little worried about falling but trust Curtis to catch you. Just like with your life, this position is an adjustment, but damn worth it.
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Part 10
Series Masterlist
Tagging @alicedopey because I promised I would. 
@alexakeyloveloki
@bigtreefest
@dontbescaredtosingalong
@hisredheadedgoddess28
@icefrozendeadlyqueen
@late-to-the-party-81
@lokislady82 
@texmexdarling 
@veltana
@winter-soldier-101
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jeon-ify · 11 months ago
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request from the deranged @haohaoshoe
for your own sake, 18+.
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carved into you- levi ackerman 🩶
“DOM DOM DOM ASF LEVI ACKERMAN WHO LITERALLY THREATENS ME TO CUT MY THROAT OFF AND CARVES HIS INITIALS INTO ME OR SMTH LIKE THAT
also make me a deranged masochist who follows him like a good girl
and a lot of slapping
i’m his dumpster
he can use me as a fuckdoll
also
a lot of hair pulling
big dick levi
belt as a whip
tie as restraints”
…….
i have no words. here we go!!
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“no, we’ve been broken up for the past month now.” in response to your peers who are asking about your ex boyfriend levi, you sigh a breath of “relief” knowing that you don’t have to put up with his toxic psychotic behavior again.
“girl, who broke up with who?” she responds in shock. “are you sure you and levi broke up? it doesn’t seem like it. he’s still posting pictures at your favorite cafe.”
“honestly, y/f/n, i don’t care. i’m over him.”
“apparently, he’s not over you.”
“that’s embarrassing.” you burst out into laughter, your friend playfully slapping your shoulder.
you pull out your phone, blocking him from all socials. the last thing you need is him trying to win you back when you’re the one that left him.
you leave the party after a while. you step out of the front door of the unfamiliar house, seeing a very familiar black rolls royce in front of the house. you see levi step out of the car, standing against the door.
“get in the car, y/n.”
you burst out a laugh, in disbelief that he has the nerve to follow you here.
“you’re fucking delusional, levi.” you spit. you want him to go away, but you already feel your heart bursting from excitement that he’s here, and for more than one reason alone.
to show you that he’s not going anywhere, and neither were you. for as long as you’re living, you’re his to have. and god help anyone who took you from him.
“careful how you speak to me, y/n. you don’t wanna make a choice you’ll regret, hm?” he tilts his head, exploring and questioning your choice of words.
your feet move as if they have a mind of their own, drawn in by the sound of his deep voiced command. your skin crawls with arousal, levi shooting daggers into your legs with his eyes as you walk up to the passenger side of his expensive car while you just stand there with your arms crossed over your chest.
“get in the car, y/n.” he demands.
with no response, his voice grows louder, “get in the fucking car.”
you don’t hesitate to follow his direction, immediately getting into the passenger’s seat.
“where are we going?”
“you’ll see.”
as the car ride becomes longer, you wished you didn’t walk out of that party.
you both arrive to what you believe is his apartment, the building holding up to 30 floors and about 200 rooms on each floor.
“i’m not going down. what the fuck do you not understand about the part where we both said we were done? you’re fucking crazy, levi. if i wanted to be insane too, i would go to an asylum for fuck’s sake. leave me out of whatever sick act you have going on, cus im-“
you’re cut off by levi grabbing your wrist and dragging you with him up to his apartment. with one hand, he unlocks his door, tossing you into his bedroom.
“take your fucking clothes off. when you’re done, on your knees. mouth open, tongue out.”
he unbuttons the first half of his blouse, his silk chest peeking through the blouse. he takes his tie off, wrapping it around his knuckle and leaving the other half to hang. “levi, what are we-“ you’re cut off by a sharp slap to the left side of your face, earning a whimper from your soft throat.
“embarrassing? me still being in love with you is embarrassing? me putting it into your head that you were made for me and nobody else is fucking embarrassing to you, y/n? listen to me. no one will love you but me. do you understand me?” his voice raising, making it clear that you were in fact made for him.
“i don’t belong to you.” you mutter. you felt like he had a fucking magnetic field around you, you’re literally drawn to him no matter the circumstance. you’re lying to yourself. he can see right through your sick act. you’re both deranged, being attracted to his sick and psychotic possessive demeanor.
he bends down to your level, face to face with you as his hand reaches for his pocket, pulling out a black pocket knife. your heart sinks to your ass, afraid that he might actually slit your throat.
“yeah? why are you soaking my floors, then?” the knife pinches your jaw near your chin, forming a papercut-type of scar.
“why’d you get into my car when you could’ve said no? you could’ve called the cops on me, pretty girl.” he continues.
“just can’t stay away from me, can you?” he caresses your face, planting a soft kiss on your temple. your eyes roll back, sighing as his cock hardens in your gaze.
“please, levi, let me touch you.” you beg from beneath him, his eyes threatening to shut in arousal. thighs clenching, your neck veins become prominent in holding your moans in.
“look at you, you disgust me. close your eyes.” he tilts your head up and places his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you from seeing whatever he’s about to do to you.
“i’m sorry,” you gasp. using his knife, he runs it down the valley of your breasts.
“what do i have to do for you to understand that you belong to me?” he twists the knife slowly, poking your skin. you gasp as you feel your blood trickle down your stomach.
“i’ll fucking carve it all over your skin, hm? carve my initials into your pretty pearly skin. right here; L.A., what do you say?” his minty breath fanning in your face as he whispers, quietly but loud enough for you to hear.
“mmm,” you moan in pain, but wanting him to cut into you deeper, your arousal pooling beneath you and between your knees.
“should cut this little throat from the way you speak so ill of me. do you want that?” he grabs your throat, squeezing tightly.
“yeah? cut it then.” you choke out as your tears soak the tie in front of your eyes from the stinging pain. he chuckles from your masochism, making your legs wobble.
“you get me, good girl. we belong together. don’t you understand?” he whines out, almost pleading, but in the most demanding way.
he runs the end of the knife along your bare folds, rubbing circles on your clit. his cold hands contrast with the warmth of your pussy, earning whines from your throat. you hear his belt clanging as what you think he’s doing, landing a sharp whip to your thighs. your body jots as he hits you, making you cry out; your cheeks turning a flushed red.
“you get off on pain, but do you get off on embarrassing me? telling your bitch ass friends that i’m psychotic? i’ll show you psychotic, baby. stand up.” he undoes the tie from your eyes, your eyeliner smudged as he licks away your tears. you stand up as he looks away from you.
“levi,” your voice dry and your throat hitching from how much you’ve cried silently. your heart drops as he turns you around by your shoulders, as you sigh a deep breath of fear.
he brings the cold metal up to your back— the space between your shoulders, carving the letters L.A.. the cold air hits the open cut, making you wince in pain and pleasure.
“stop crying, shhh.” he runs his fingers through your hair, calming you down as he stabs into your skin, “gonna fuck you now, ‘kay?” he groans. you feel his almost solid length against your bare ass, anxious as to how he’ll fit you— given that you haven’t had sex in almost a year, and from how big he was.
he unzips his dress pants, knocking everything off of his dresser, bending you over the cold dark wood of his dresser. he brings his hand up to your hair, throwing your head back, then using his other hand to bring his belt up to your throat. he tightens the belt, using it as a leash, then pulling you up and wrapping the leftover space of the belt around his knuckle as he enters your hole.
“now, what were you,” he slams into your hips, “saying about me being embarrassing, hm?” he slams into you again, tightening the belt around your throat. you whimper in response, feeling the way his cock hits your cervix. again and again.
“you being in love with me is— hhhgh, embarrassing, levi. get over me!” you moan. he and you can feel yourself cumming already, already fucking you faster as you let yourself go.
“put that big ass mouth to use and tell me what the fuck you were made for, bitch.” he fucks you at an ungodly pace, your thighs shaking and ready to give out.
“f-for you to use! fuck, i can’t, please, it’s too much—“ your stomach and abs clench at the feeling of being used by your ex boyfriend, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“oh, but it wasn’t too much when you were begging me to cut you?” by surprise, he brings the pretty knife back up to your throat, almost slicing your skin open. you whimper in pleasure, clenching around him as the way he loses himself.
“fuck, you’re losing me, baby. keep clenching like that.” he groans, throwing his head back and pulling your bare back against his chest.
your legs shake as you push back onto him, fucking yourself on his twitching cock.
“yes! fuck, fuck fuck, feels so nice. wanna feel your pain, daddy.” you moan, laughing as you watch your reflection in the mirror— you’re just as sick as this fucker is.
“look at yourself. maybe you’re the psycho, pretty girl.”
“watch yourself cum. cum all over my cock, fuckin’ belongs to me. cover me in your cum.” he takes the belt off, licking at your cheeks and tasting your salty tears. you gasp, falling weak to his loose thrusts.
“take all my cum, fucking take what i give you like the bitch you are. there you go,”
he slows his thrusts, turning you around to fix your hair and make you “presentable” to go back home.
“look at that glow, guess i fucked you good, hm?”
“fuck you, levi.” you breathe.
“yeah?”
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oh my god.
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bbyquokka · 2 years ago
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Skz members and thigh fcking? It can be dom or sub skz. I just feel like certain members would absolutely love the feel of fucking your squishy thighs :3
skz and thigh fucking!
SMUT BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI
warnings: gn reader, thigh fucking, dom/sub dynamics, public settings, established relationship, sadism (seungmin), degrading names, pet names, some possessiveness (minho), idol au, orgasm denial, semi proof-read. IF I MISSED ANY, LMK!! words: 1.7k ~ (1,767)
dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
★﹐chan.﹗﹑
the type to roll you on your side, regardless of where you are. sofa, bed, floor, he doesn't care, as long as he gets to feel your soft thighs caressing his cock. as long as he gets to feel your warmth and hear your soft whimpers and moans. he's also the type to do it whenever he feels like it. taking full satisfaction in using you for his own selfish reasons. he'd ignore your begs and soft pleas of wanting him to touch you, claiming he will only touch you when he has orgasmed. this only fuels you into working harder, moaning just that extra bit more, wiggling your hips against his, clenching your thighs and occasionally rub his tip. when he cums, it would typically coat your thighs and whatever surface you're both on, but it's not enough for him so he'd roll you onto your back and drive every single moan, whimper and beg out off your body until you're both exhausted (or until sunrise)
★﹐minho.﹗﹑
minho would spend his time in caressing your skin. he'd start by kissing and massaging your soft thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. he's so gentle and delicate to you, making your body tingle and belly feel excited from anticipation. don't get him wrong though, he is a possessive man who likes to mark what is his (even if the marks are hidden) teeth sinks into the flesh, harsh suckles as your skin turns purple and feels wet with saliva. minho would look up at you, a devilish smirk on his lips before ordering you to get on all fours. you do but instead of penetrating you like you'd expect him to, he would push your legs together, hold your hips and slowly push his cock between your thighs. the long moan that would emit from his lips is a new, foreign sound that you've never heard before. you dare look back and when you do, you see your usual, composed man slowly crumbling with each thrust and rub of his cock between your delicious thighs. his penis twitching, pre-cum leaking. lips parted as breathy moans and grunts escaped his throat. he'd hold himself, wanting to continue on and feel more and more of you. he'll never feel satisfied when it comes to you, his hunger only heightening until it become dangerous. 
★﹐hyunjin.﹗﹑
much like chan, he doesn't care where or when. he wants you and he will have you. his favourite place to fuck your thighs, is in a changing room or public bathroom. he'd bend you over, your hands planted on the mirror or cold tiles. his pants and underwear below his knees, yours around your ankles. the reason he likes doing it in public so much, is because he likes watching you struggle to not make a sound. he loves how you desperately bite down on your lip too hard to the point where you'd draw blood. how even a slight moan or whimper could echo or cause the people around you to stop what they're doing and question “what was that sound?” if you're really struggling, he would cover your mouth and muffle your moans. most of the time though, he just likes watching you suffer. whilst fucking your thighs, he would play and do other things to highten your pleasure. fingers wrapped around your neck, playing with your nipples or sucking on his long fingers. sometimes it's too much for you both and you'd cum together, sometimes you cum without him even touching you and vise versa.
★﹐changbin.﹗﹑
changbin is the type to be a switch. he loves every part of you and loves to dominate you. he loves grabbing your thighs and pulling you close to him, one hand in your hair, one hand on your hips as he sloppily thrusts between your thighs, but he likes it when you take control halfway through. when you demand him to slow down. when you call him degrading names like “slut” and “whore.” when you demand him to hold, denying him of his orgasm that's fast approaching with each degrading name you call him. your baby girl would feel so ashamed, so embarrassed when he would cum without your permission. he'd apologize profusely, begging for no punishment (even though he wants to be punished) you'd deny him of touch, your thighs are off limits, much to his dismay. he cannot touch you or himself until you say so and all poor binnie can do, is nod his head and agree with tearful eyes.
★﹐jisung .﹗﹑
he wants the thighs and he would do anything for the thighs. your thighs are his favourite part of your body. he loves seeing the elastic of your thigh highs dig into your skin creating a skindentation. he loves watching your thighs every time you wear a skirt or shorts. your thighs in jeans or sweatpants? he is a weak weak man. you know he likes your thighs and is weak to them, so you like to tease him. you  purposefully wear tight clothing that grip onto your thick thighs, watching jisung practically salivate. sometimes it gets too much for him to bear. his cock so hard, it hurts and strains against his clothing. he'd have to drag you somewhere and pull down your clothing whilst saying sorry over and over again. his hands shaky with need, his penis red and angry. you'd pretend to be mad at him but secretly, you love watching jisung crumble and succumb to his own need and lust. once his penis is between your plush thighs, he feels relief but it only takes a few thrusts before he is a crumbling, sobbing mess as his cum shoots out and soils your clothing.
★﹐felix.﹗﹑
you'd notice he is a little stressed. his dancing seemed off. he was making mistakes that he wouldn't normally make and would get annoyed very quickly. he's sexually frustrated due to being busy with the upcoming comeback. having you watch his every move and being dressed so beautifully is not helping the man to keep his composure. after the nth mistake, he'd mumble a “i can't fucking do this.” in an impatient tone as he'd grab your wrist and pull you up on your feet. he'd spin you around, hastily pull down your clothing. you'd try to protest but as soon as you see his lustful eyes staring at you via the dance room mirror, do you understand. soft kisses on your neck along with nibbles and sucks. his hands roaming along your thighs before gently parting them enough for him to slide his penis between them. he'd start off slow and steady, increasing his tempo as he feels the relief of pleasure wash over him in waves. hands playing with your nipples, teeth sinking into the back of your neck, he listens to your gentle moans. “we don't have much time. help me.” he'd beg. you'd nod and reach down, thumb rubbing his soaked head fast and rough. long, deep moans in your ears, his hips bucking and movements uncoordinated. you'd know he's close so you would place your hand in from of his cock and feel his cum shoot out on the palm of your hands. unfortunately, it would spill onto the floor and somehow land on the mirror causing you both to clean it up or get scolded by chan.
★﹐seungmin.﹗﹑ 
much like hyunjin, seungmin likes it more when he is aware there's people around. your hands would be clutching the cold metal of the bathroom sink, the door left unlocked on purpose by seungmin. he wants someone to walk in, he wants someone to see how you're not so innocent. he'd do anything and everything to make you moan louder and louder, his cock rubbing between your thighs. he'd pull your hair, bite on your earlobe, praise you and gently choke you. he'd do everything to drive out every single moan and whimper and make you be heard by the members. tear stained cheeks, clothing above the chest and below the knees, you'd beg for more but seungmin is a menace and would refuse. the painful ache growing and growing with each thrust to the point you're on the verge of tears. after hearing you beg and cry for more, he would pull his cock out from your thighs which would leave you all confused. you'd question him and when he'd say “i'll fuck you later.” do you cry. seungmin loves it when you cry, he loves making you crumble to this state. it's sadistic, he knows but he can't help looking at your crying face and see you beg and plead. tears rolling down your hot cheeks, broken sobs as you beg and beg and beg. his penis would twitch and leak before he himself, can't take no more. he'd pick you up by your ass, pin you to the bathroom door and penetrate you, fucking you against the bathroom door. if the members couldn't hear you both before, then can hear you both now.
★﹐jeongin.﹗﹑
he's experimenting. he wants to find out what he likes and doesn't like. he knows he loves your body and thighs but he wants to know what it feels like to have his penis between the soft flesh. he'd bring it up to you and you would happily agree, much to his relief. foreplay would be standard. kissing until you both struggle to breathe, nipples being played with until they are tender and swollen. hair being pulled and ruffled with love bites decorating each others skin. when the time would come, Jeongin would grab your legs by the ankles and hold them together and up. he'd slowly insert his penis between your thighs, letting your legs rest on his shoulder so he could look at you. it's not something he would expect. the sudden warmth he is welcomed by, the softness of your plush thighs that caress him so deliciously. you'd watch his every move, watch him go through every emotion. it'd make you feel giddy, watching Jeongin kiss your ankles and legs as he constantly thanks you for letting him do this whilst tightly holding onto your legs. the feeling is so new but good to him that he wouldn't last long. cum would shoot out onto your stomach and chest, catching you both by surprise. he'd fluster a deep shade of embarrassing red, letting go of your legs and grabbing some wipes to wipe away the cum. you'd say it's ok but he can't help but feel bad so he would pleasure and treasure you all night.
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note: it sort of rushed so i apologise for that :( but i hope it's enjoyable nonetheless! ‹3 remember, requests are closed but thoughts are open! pls leave feedback, reblog & enjoy ‹3
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tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng
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ebonyslasher · 1 year ago
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Spicy Alphabet: Sesshomaru 
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
*Lick...lick....lick......lick*
Sesshomaru grooms you. Any nicks or scratches will be healed. If you're a demon too, he'll expect you to do it in return. Essentially pack bonding. 
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sesshomaru: His whole being. His aura, strength, and beauty is a blessing to this world. He's not arrogant about it. It just is.
You: Hips. The perfect switch in your walk. Shapely hips with alluring curves rewarded his eyes. The perfect resting place for his hands. They are soft to squeeze. And if you sway your hips near him, he will jump you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
This One cums exorbitantly. Selectivity with sexual activities causes little sexual interaction with others. Lord Sesshomaru will go without for years if need be. Factor in that doesn't masturbate.  He’ll be able to cover your whole face.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’s cum in his pants from seeing how you move during spars/practice. From a quick observation, he just seemed to serenely turn away. On the contrary, he was rushing to hide the warm cum dripping out of his slit.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Not very, it mostly consisted of oral sex and foreplay in his teenage years. Never penetration. But! This One is exemplary at all tasks they perform. Do not worry, you will be more than satisfied.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Know y'all know what I'm going to say....
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Neutral. He's just playful. That’s the goofiest you’ll ever get him to be
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Tip top shape. Are you kidding? And yes, that gorgeous white hair with the teeniest bit of curl matches
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Reasonably so and will become more intimate as the relationship progresses. It's mostly through his animalistic gestures
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Doesn’t. If he really needs to, he will just imagine a sex scene. Or you giving him a lap dance with those fantastic hips, plump lips, gorgeous legs and -
Ah, he's already cumming without touching himself.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Biting, breeding, cutting off clothing (yours), power exchange, kinbaku, intelligence, strength
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere on his estate, even if workers are walking around. If not there, then a random cave
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You dancing, specifically any sensual hip movements.
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Jewelry that accentuates your neck, worshipping him, "My Lord, I need you now.." while rubbing against him. Hearing you put a peasant in their place and/or you show off your intellect
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Nothing disgusting, nothing that will scar permanently, crying, being standoffish towards him (ironic)
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Enjoys both, but really loves eating you. Delicious and Divine in taste and smell. It can be overwhelming how rich and luscious you are. He will spend forever torturing you.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Steady momentum and hammering deeply
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
This one does not favor these 'quickies'. It should be standard to take the time to have you in a beautiful frenzy.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes, he will experiment. Hell, he will be alive for a long time. Might as well try things out before he gets bored.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
God level. Depends on when you or him decide it's enough
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Own toys? No. But he will buy any gadgets you want. If you're from the future, he may slyly ask for you to bring some to him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
[Sesshomaru] (You)
"This one wishes to continue enjoying your taste...."
"....you've been down there for an hour now please, my lord!!!"
"Hn....your plea has been considered."
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Mostly short exhales. Talks in a playful tone, soft and ethereal. "Ah, you are begging? Y/n, you sound incoherent. Speak clearly." In his demon form, it's mostly whines and growls.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
One guy started moaning as Sesshomaru threw him to the side and stepped over him. Nigga, Seshomaru was disgusted.
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He just killed him as quickly with his venom whip
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
7.5
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
High, but he can control it well
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Nope. He likes to feel you fall asleep. Then, he determines what he wants to do after you're comfortable
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tripleglitchwriting · 1 year ago
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Hello! And thank you!! I hope you have a FANTASTIC day/night.
I picked Starscream because I haven’t written him before and I thought it would be an interesting challenge.
Alone Together
CW: Reader is kind of depressed, mentions of injury (not human), pretty fluffy other than that
For a long time you felt alone. No matter where you were, be it in a crowd of people or sitting alone in your apartment. Nothing could match the feelings of isolation that you lived in. It felt damming, desolate, and depressing wherever you went.
And yet, despite everything you’d experienced, something changed.
You’d gone to Jasper for a variety of reasons. Mainly just for a change of scenery, but you’d also heard the small town atmosphere could be comforting. Maybe you could get to know some people, become part of a community, find a sense of purpose. Of course, about a month in you realized how wrong you were. Everybody already had their own lives. So there you were, the secondary character to their stories.
Being there was still suffocating.
On a day like any other you decided it would be a great time to venture out into the vast abyss of the desert. You took your clunky car and overpacked supplies out into the sands and just drove. The destination didn’t matter, all you wanted was something to do. That’s it, that’s all.
About an hour into your drive you saw a jet plane soar above you. It wasn’t unusual for the area, plenty of military bases around or at least an airport or two. This one was a bit strange though, you had to admit. It seemed to be… damaged. Actually it seemed to be falling. Fast.
A adrenaline hit you like a truck. With nothing else to lose you hit the gas on your car like lives were at stake, and for all you knew there were. There was a distinct lack of smoke coming from the thing but that wasn’t exactly what was going through your mind at the time, all you knew is someone could be hurt and you could help.
When you finally arrived at the site of the crash, near the side of a large rock formation, but something stood out to you. There was definitely a jet there, however there was no pilot, rather it was leaking a bright blue liquid. Cautiously you parked your car and stepped towards it, only for a shrill voice to cut through the air.
“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” It shouted, almost knocking you off balance from surprise. There was no one around to make such a sound, unless the pilot ejected from the jet without you noticing and was also carrying a megaphone.
“Are you alright? Do you need an ambulance?”
“I need no such thing! Leave here, human, before I wipe you off this miserable planet!” Well that was a weird thing to hear from what you assumed to be another human. Before you could ask anymore questions, though, another sound scraped through the air.
Mechanical whirring radiated from the now moving jet plane. It began to tear itself apart only to reassemble its parts elsewhere, eventually transforming itself into a thin, robotic figure high above your head. A sharp gasp escaped your mouth.
“What, scared? Well you should be! I, the superior- ACK!” The robot lurched forward in pain, holding a nasty looking tear in his side. While fear and confusion wracked your body, your legs pulled you forward anyway. “Hey! Did you not hear what I just said? I’ll destroy you and this entire mudball when I get the chance!”
“What are you?” Wonder and worry filled your voice.
“Wh- well, I, I am a Cybertronian, not that that means anything to you, fleshling.”
“You’re hurt.”
“Oh really? I didn’t notice.”
“What’s your name?”
“Star- Commander Starscream.”
“Um… ok, I’m-” You didn’t get to finish your introduction as you heard a mechanical hiss and Starscream fell to his knees. His metal face scrunched up into an unpleasant expression of what you would call pain and frustration.
“You really look like you need help.”
“No I don’t!” He growled, trying to grab at you but missing and snapping his clawed hand back to the gaping wound on his side. He obviously wasn’t going to let you anywhere near it, so you did the next best thing.
“So, Commander Starscream, where are you from?” Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say. You saw him cringe, then he grit his teeth and gazed back at you with a writhing death stare.
“Is there something wrong with your processor? Can’t you see I’m infinitely more powerful that you? Why aren’t cowering? Why aren’t you afraid?” He snapped at you, fire in his eyes burning with an emotion you couldn’t describe. Yet you stood there, asking yourself the same question.
“I have… nothing else to lose.” By this Starscream was taken aback. He didn’t consider a human could feel like that. Could feel… similar to himself.
“Cybertron. Are you happy?”
“What?”
“That’s where I’m from.”
“Oh. Cool. Why are you here then?”
“Why you- augh! I’m here because of a war. Alright? Go. Away.”
“What, like a space war?” Starscream scoffed.
“‘A space war’,” He mocked your tone. “Yes, sure, if you want to put it into a language you can understand.”
“Well, sorry that’s happening.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know that much about war but… well I know it can get pretty bad. So I’m sorry that’s happening to you. Is that where you got your injury from?”
“Well… I… I- yes.” He tripped over his words, recovering just in time to come up with a great lie. “I was damaged in a great battle! I led my squadron to victory but was shot down by my ruthless enemies.” A newfound power entered his voice.
“That sounds intense.”
“It was! It was a dangerous, but I prevailed! I, courageous and powerful Commander Starscream, will always win! You would do well to remember that!”
“You really like the sound of your own name.”
“Wh- you worm, how dare you say that to the likes of-“
“Yes, yes, Commander Starscream. Look, I’m sorry all that happened and I’m glad you’re such a fantastic leader, but right now you’re looking pretty bad. Are you sure I can’t help?” He drew his lips into a thin line before narrowing his eyes at you.
“How could you help me?”
“Well, first I could at least wrap up that wound. I brought some blankets with me when I came out here.”
“How do I know you’re not just going to try and offline me?”
“How would a lowly human like me do that?”
“…fine.” He looked away, obviously annoyed but still in need of help. You got what you could out of you car and approached him once again.
“I’m going to need to get to the wound in order to patch it up.” Starscream grimaced, but ultimately kneeled down to your level. Carefully you wrapped a blanket around his waist, trying to avoid hurting him further. It took time, especially because you were afraid he was going to stab you with his razor sharp claws at any moment, but you got it done. When you finished he puffed out a long breath of air and sat down against the rock face behind him with a THUMP that shook your whole body.
Your ‘band-aid’ seemed to stop whatever blue liquid he kept bleeding, at least preventing it from leaking out more. Your hands were covered in the stuff now, you just hoped it wasn’t poisonous. When you looked up at Starscream you noticed a distinct lack of that narcissistic air about him, like he had given up an act.
“Hey, Commander, are you alright?”
He didn’t respond. And you didn’t try asking again. Instead you walked to the rock face he leaned on and sat next to him. Neither of you spoke. You both simply sat, gazing out into the vast desert. You were surprised when he was the one to break the silence.
“Why would you help me?”
“…’Cause you were hurt.
“That can’t be the reason, what do you gain from this? Do you think I’m going to help you now?”
“No, I helped because it was the right thing to do.”
“The right thing to- agh, that’s a load of scrap! Can’t you tell a dying mech the truth?”
“I’m not lying!”
“Yes you are!”
“Why can’t you just accept someone’s being nice to you? Has no one ever showed you kindness before?” You said it sarcastically, like he obviously would have been showed kindness at some point in his life, but your heart sank when he didn’t reply. “You… have been showed kindness before, right?”
“Kindness doesn’t get you very far in the Decepticons.” He whispered, bitter venom dripping from every word. You hesitated before speaking again, trying to wrap your head around the implications of his statement.
“It can go a long way on Earth.”
“I’m not from Earth.”
“But you’re here now.” Starscream paused.
“…I suppose I am.” Slowly, he turned his head to face you completely. “You really helped me just out of pure… generosity?”
“Yep.”
“What if I hurt you? What if I betray you, even after all you’ve done!?”
“Then you hurt me. And I was wrong.” His eyes flickered to the sky, faceplate bending into an emotion you couldn’t quite place.
“I wasn’t injured in battle.” This time you moved your head to look up at him. “I am nothing to the Decepticons. Not anymore. I am a traitor, a coward, a fraud, not a commander.”
“I figured.”
“Wh- what? How could you know?”
“You aren’t great at hiding it. Sorry if I come off rude, but… somebody would’ve come for you by now, right? You wouldn’t be here… alone. With me.”
“Well, at least you’re better company than Megatron.”
“I’m flattered. I’m sure you don’t just dish out compliments to any old fleshbag.”
“What can I say? You’ve impressed me, human. Maybe I was wrong about your species.”
“Thanks, Commander Starscream.”
“I told you, I’m not a commander. I’m a-“
“I know. But for what it’s worth, you don’t really seem all that terrible to me.” He looked at you, a new kind of feeling welling up in his spark. He didn’t respond, but you got the message. He closed his eyes, and for a second you swore you felt something change in the atmosphere.
“Why are you all alone out here?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“I don’t see many humans wandering around in a wasteland.”
“Good point. If you must know, I was just on a drive.”
“A drive? To where?”
“Anywhere. Or nowhere. It doesn’t matter to me.”
“Don’t you have connections? Other humans to worry about you?”
“…No. Not really.”
“Oh. I’m… sorry, then. I suppose you’re very lonely.”
“Sure. I’ve been alone for a long time. By the sound of it, I assume you have too?”
“You could call it that.”
“Hey, Commander Starscream?”
“Yes?”
“How about we be alone… together?”
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