#deep troath

[iwouldfightforfrenchie]

Gif by: @iheartcrawford

Kevin Moskowitz x female!reader smut

Hate sex with The Deep

Tw: Smut, p in v, insults, blowjob and Kevin being the dumbass he is.

(Also this is my first smut and english isn't my first language so please don't be too harsh on me😭.)

Inspired by: @vaporwavebeach-writes, this fanfiction (By the way I love their writings so go check their profile!)

You hated him, you hated his dumb smile and his dumb laugh. He was so fucking annoying. So when you heard about the dolphin incident you were more than furious. How could this dumbass do something like that?! He was part of The seven for god's sake. You decided to have a talk with him. Like any normal person... a talk right?

He was there sitting in The seven's room eating chocolate and watching the news. Once he heard the door open he looked behind him and saw you. "I think you're the last person I wanna see" he said. "Because you think I'm happy?" You said as you sat on the table and turned off the TV. "Common I was watching-" you cut him off. "Seriously. A fucking dolphin!?", he looked down. "I can't deal with you anymore! Why are you so fucking stupid all the time?!" You shout. "Because I wanted to save the dol-", "What in your tinny little brain can't you understand when Ms Stillwell tells you no?!" He sighed, "I was thinking-", "you didn't think at all, all you do is bring me and The Vought company problems."

He gets up from the chair. "Hey, I'm the reason you have a job! you should be grateful and keep your mouth shut!" You push him back in the chair. "And what?! Let you continue your fucking bullshits!", you looked at him angry. "I-it's not bullshit." He turned red for a second.

"And what is it?" you scoled. "It's uh-it's..." His breath got caught in his troath. Why was he so red, why was he sweating why did he like it? You were screaming at him about how dumb he was and all he could think about is how he'd like you to scream his name instead. "-vin kevin! Hey I'm talking to you! Do you hear me!?" Kevin looked at you confused. He was so flustered that he didn't hear a word you said. "I'm sorry..." You looked at him, "you're so fucking pathetic!", you stepped closer to him and blocked him in the chair with your arms placed at his sides. He was so red and before he couldn't even say something he felt something going down under. His pants tightened as your chest was right at his eyes level.

You cutt him off "are you fucking eyeing me! I'm fucking scolding you and that's all you do? You're disgusting!", disgusting? He would've found that insulting moments ago but right now, this word made him feel so hot and bothered. "Are you having a fucking boner!?"

All he could do was look at you wih his big annoying puppy eyes and his red cheeks.

You get off of the table and open a drawer as he looks at you confused. You turn around a condom in you hand. "If you can't understand words maybe I can fuck some sense into you!" His mouth drop as he looked at you in pure shock getting even redder (if it's physically possible). He stared at you while you dropped on your knees and started opening his belt completely at loss for words.

You pushed his underwear away and looked at his cock. No wonder why the man had an ego this huge. He did have something in his pants. You took it in your hands and just with a stroke he started moaning like a bitch in heat, you chuckled. "For a superhero you don't look that strong right now."

"Shut u-aaaah!"

He moaned as you licked the tip. You start to push the tip in your mouth before taking him all slowly meanwhile he was screaming your name and clenching at his sides. You started going up and down on him, and saying he was moaning would be a lie. He was literally screaming. He rolled his eyes back as he felt your mouth around him. Just a few more pressure of your tongue are enough to make him cum in your mouth. White sticky liquid all over your tongue and lips as he was whimpering and breathing rapidly. You grab the condom and open it with your teeth before putting it around his cock. He whimpers your name again and again like a brocken record as you slowly take off your bottom and your underwear tossing them aside.

"You better make it quick you asshole." You say as he nods and gulp. You place your legs on either side of him and start going down on his dick while he is moaning. "Ohh please -please-yes!" You wrap your arms around him to catch yourself and start riding him.

He felt like he was in heaven, he never wanted this to end, sure he had sex before, but he had never felt this... Great. While you were talking dirty oh so dirty to him. "You fucking douchebag. All you do is-ah fail your work. You're so fucking dum-aah-ahh-umb you can't do anything right! You're just a little baby! With no intelligence! Aahh!" You started to trust your hips faster and harder his tip kissing your cervix at every trust and a hot feeling getting in your head until you were both a pile of sweat and two body stuck to each other both breathing heavily and moaning.

"Aah-I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Please please!-", he said his voice breaking. "Just cum you dumb bitch. Fucking cum the same time as me." You both started screaming finally hitting your climax, Kevin filled up the condom as all your juice wetted the table. He didn't have the time to touch you that you were already off of him cleaning yourself.

He tried to catch his breath as you looked back at him fixing your bra. "You should clean the table, wouldn't like anyone to know. Oh and by the way. Don't mention this. ever again."

He nodded as you leaved. And when he was finally alone he muttered 'damn, I'm in love with her...'.

Might make a part two

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[mybworlds]

Something there

Pairing: jackson!joel miller x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Summary: You, after a very long trip alone across the country, arrive in Jackson. Joel is a very lonely man and after Ellie broke up with him, he's even more alone and grumpy. Tommy and Maria decide that you're going to stay at Joel's house for a while, at least until more houses are built. Will your cohabitation be easy? Or will it be more complicated than everyone thinks?

Warnings: use of you, use of alcohol, loneliness, suicidal thoughts, suicidal attempt, a short story about sexual assault that occurred in the past I won't go into details, another SA in the present days, violence, blood, lots of sexually explicit content, use of petnames, dirty talk, fluff elements, mutual pining, the main characters spy on each other for a while, the image of the female character has the sole purpose of representing the character, but you can imagine her however you want, no physical description of the female character except for long hair often gathered in a ponytail or braid, she wears a bra and jeans (most of the time).

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You wake up early in the morning and make pancakes. Their scent spreads throughout the house and you find yourself smiling at the thought of when you used to prepare them with your mom and you offered them to your friends.

It was a wonderful time you were experiencing. If only you had known that the world would soon end, you would have enjoyed it much more, you would have lived much more, you would have hugged your parents more often, you would have told that boy you liked that you loved him.

It's so strange to do something as simple as cooking in a time when you can't be weak or indulge in small activities like this. You wish your loved ones were here with you.

You turn off the gas and then take the plate full of pancakes to place it on the kitchen island, you turn and see Joel in the doorway watching you.

You gape at him for a moment, but quickly look down and say, "What are you doing standing there?"

"Um, I. . . I was going on patrol.” He responds by stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking from the room to you as if to make sure you hadn't destroyed anything.

You nod, “Do you want a pancake?” you ask him stopping him right there. With a slight tremor you approach him, he is so tall, so massive and he looks at you with that piercing gaze. You hold the plate out towards him "This time I didn't burn anything, see?"

He can even swear he saw the faintest hint of a smile in your eyes, your face lit up for a moment and that dark aura that always surrounds you has dissolved and you even appeared pleasant in his eyes. For a moment.

He takes a pancake without taking his eyes off your face, you feel uncomfortable, you do everything you can to keep your eyes down, but you can't help but raise them for a moment and look Joel in the eyes. In this light his eyes are hazel and are, dare you say, beautiful.

He clears his troath before to look away, "I gotta go."

You nod.

Then he leaves.

"She saved your ass, bro!" Tommy exclaims following his elder brother from a room to another.

Joel lied to you. There's no patrol, but it's probably best that the two of you kept your distance. He doesn't want you around.

"Don't call me bro!" Joel replies by rolling his eyes as he carries boxes from one room to another "You're not convincing me this time!" he adds.

"She knows you don't care about her and you keep her away from your life and your heart, because I know that deep down somewhere you still have a heart." Joel rolls his eyes again.

"Yeah, and look where having a heart got me? I only made the people I care about suffer," Joel suddenly falls silent, the weight of his words and actions seeming to fall on him again with the same violence as a few years ago "The truth is that I cannot be with others because I would only be capable of harming ‘em," Joel lowers his head "And it kills me. I made the decision for her, I was selfish, I know. I deserve her hatred, but I'd like to tell her that she's so important to me and I'm sorry 'bout that." Joel places yet another box on a pile of other boxes of canned food.

Tommy doesn't reply, he listens to his brother, then tells him "Then tell her, Joel, tell her. Don't wait another minute, go. Don't waste time!"

Joel looks at his brother's face "Not having control over what could happen. . ."

"Bro, you can't do this. Just let go, open your heart and speak sincerely. There will be consequences because it's inevitable, but at least you'll know you spoke truthfully to the person you care about."

Joel nods.

"And now let's go back to talking about that poor thing you host and that you adore!" Tommy exclaims giving a loud pat on his brother's shoulders "She prepares pancakes for you too! You're going forward!"

"Tsk, don't start!" Joel rolls his eyes shaking his head.

"What is the next step? Prepare your clothes to wear for the next day?"

And the two brothers continued their conversation, teasing each other.

You try to make yourself as useful as possible at home, you sweep and wash the floor, open the windows, wash the windows, dust the various pieces of furniture, throw away the empty bottles, make your bed. You're tempted to do Joel's too, but you're more than sure he won't thank you.

You want to do everything to not feel useless, a burden, you hope with all your heart that Joel will stop treating you rudely. He doesn't have to accept you or want you around, but at least put up with you.

Time flies and you decide to prepare lunch.

It's so strange, you still haven't gotten used to eating at the table and feeling the warmth of the sun's rays kissing your shoulders, your arms, your cheeks.

The last time you felt something like peace was before the outbreak, you had just convinced your father to buy you a piano, you wanted to play it ardently, you wanted to learn and you still remember the overwhelming joy you felt when they brought it to your home, you jumped into your father's arms, holding onto his neck and your father returned the hug by kissing your cheek.

It's been so long since then.

That little girl is gone for a long time, now you're a grown woman who's been through a lot.

You finish your lunch and then decide to read something on the couch. You're not sure if Joel wants you in the living room, but he's not here so why not go. And if you should hear him coming back, you will quickly sneak into the kitchen.

You scroll down his bookshelf and you see lots of books about space and dinosaurs, there's even some comics. You didn't think Joel was the comic type!

When you were twelve or maybe thirteen you liked space and the idea that other creatures other than humans could exist on other planets. As you grew up, the idea of E.T. seemed silly to you and so you dedicated yourself to something else.

Today, well why not read something that can take you back a little to your childhood? You remember how many crazy theories you came up with and how you believed in them and thought they were important!

You choose a little book with a blue cover ruined and faded, there is a moon and a little girl with a small telescope.

You smile.

Well, let's start!

In a few hours, the book is finished and placed back in the library. You adjust the cushions and eliminate the creases on the couch so Joel can't figure out that you came in there and then you go upstairs.

It's time to take a shower.

You take off your sweater, jeans, bra and then with just a towel on you go to the bathroom.

The jet of water gently caresses you, you close your eyes, throwing your head back slightly. You moan, savoring the warm water on your skin. You gently rub the soap on your shoulders, your arms, your breasts, your belly, oh it may have been a busy day, but it feels so good and slowly the efforts are fading away. On a day like this, it seems to you that the outbreak never happened. Or at least you like to delude yourself and believe that it did.

You turn off the water jet and get out of the shower wrapping yourself in the towel.

When you come out of the bathroom, you barely have time to see Joel so you don't run into him.

Oh!

You look at him with surprise, he also seems surprised and runs his gaze over you quickly and then raises it back to your face.

He clears his throat before placing his hands on his hips, "I see you've been busy!" he exclaims, you look at him questioningly "The house." he clarifies "Want me to draw you a picture?" he mocks you.

You look away from his face for a moment, then look at him “How was the patrol?” you ask him.

"Quiet. Just the way I like it." he replies looking you straight in the eyes and you get the message.

No questions.

You look away, then say, "I'm going to change, move up."

You both move in the same direction, you look up at him and swallowing, you pass him, barely bumping his arm.

You close the door behind you and remove the towel, stay naked for a couple of minutes and get dressed. You find yourself thinking that Joel is one of the strangest men you've ever met.

When Joel comes back, he doesn't find the usual dust accumulated in the corners of the entrance furniture, the air is clean and fresh. He looks around confused as if he feared he had entered the wrong door and entered another house. Then he hears the water running from upstairs and has no trouble understanding that you are in the bathroom.

What strikes him, however, is seeing his house, or what was just his house, so clean, tidy, even fragrant, the flowers in the kitchen. This is a lived-in house. It's incredible, but he likes it. He'll never tell you, but it's amazing what you did.

He swallows and thinks that if he had the courage to shoot himself, he wouldn't have you here. Who knows maybe Tommy would have left this house to you and you would have made it even more beautiful!

He has to change before you see or understand that he hasn't gone on any patrols.

When he sees you wrapped in that towel, he can hardly think of anything unpleasant to say to you. You are a tender image.

Tender? Earth to Joel! What the fuck?!

When he snaps at you, he expects you to respond in kind too, but not today. You are so sweet and welcoming.

Oh, damn!

You walk away, putting an end to his thoughts about you, he stares into space for a couple of seconds, then goes downstairs. He inserts an old Pearl Jam cassette and the notes of Alive spread through the room.

He chuckles, almost falling onto the couch. Maybe he's just tired, maybe he just needs to sleep because otherwise there's no explaining how he can think of you as a tender and sweet creature after you forcefully entered his life.

"Oh, I don't believe it!" he hears you exclaim behind him and Joel stands up as if to hide the thoughts that are running through his mind at the moment "These are Pearl Jam!" you continue smiling and shaking your head.

"D' you know 'em?" he asks as you walk over to the stereo.

"Who doesn't know them!" you exclaim while maintaining that smile, while you stare at the cassette tape playing "Oh, so many memories!" you exclaim in a bitter tone and your smile fades.

"You like 'em?" he asks without taking his eyes off you and looking at that baggy sweater on you and those pants that are definitely too big for you, your hair strangely down.

You are a delicious tender image...

"My father loved ‘em, every Sunday when we organized a picnic there was Pearl Jam, when I was little he made me climb on his shoes and we danced." a shy smile bends your lips upwards and your eyes get lost in a distant memory "Don't mind!" you exclaim, returning to reality and shaking your head "Do you want something to eat?" you ask him.

He nods, but his look is thoughtful and he doesn't stop looking at you.

"What?" you ask, looking at his face and feeling uncomfortable having that look on you, that intense look.

He shakes his head, "Uhm, no nothing." he says looking down “Anyway, yeah. I'm hungry."

"Okay." you say, starting to leave the room “Do you want anything in particular?”

"Yes, nothing burns!" he exclaims.

You lower your head tsking and walk out of the room.

Fuck, he's fucked.

He follows you with his gaze, he watches how you move on tiptoe, you are still afraid. He'd like to tell you that sooner or later that fear will pass, but he doesn't because he doesn't care about comforting you and above all tell you things that can never be.

NEXT CHAPTER ➢

[pinkystyro]

Under the bar - Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ ˎˊ

꩜ STORY CONTEXT: Toji is your boyfriend, he works in a night bar, you are going to pay him a little naughty visit.

꩜ WHAT INCLUDES : TojiFushiguroxfem.reader, smut, nsfw, sucking cock, gagging, insulting, pulling hair, oral sex in public, teasing, frustation, deep troath, swallow cum.

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Toji works at a night bar, he's the barista of this place, he prepares cocktails and other types of drinks. He's very talented at it and the truth is that it's very attractive to see him work that way.

You and Toji had been a couple for 4 years, the best years of your life without a doubt. Toji took care of you like no one else did, he made you feel loved and protected and made you laugh until you cried. He was also the only one who had known how to please you properly in bed, no one fucked you like he did.

One day when Toji was working as usual at his night bar, you entered through the back of the place and sneaked under the bar, lightly touching Toji's leg, so he knew you were under there.

When he saw you he was quite surprised and tried to say something to you, but you stopped him by placing your index finger on your lips "shh.. don't talk and be a good boy." you said before placing your hand on his private part, rubbing it with your hand while looking at him with a mischievous smile.

Toji frowned and looked ahead letting you do whatever you wanted to do, acting like he didn't want it, knowing that deep down he was dying to have his cock slide down your throat.

You lowered your gaze a little towards his bulge, unbuttoning the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper to take out his member that fit quite tightly through that small hole left by the clasp of his pants. You licked your lips as you watched your boyfriend's huge, wide member, before you began to move your hand up and down his entire member.

Toji looked down at you, frowning and pressing his lips together, trying to contain the accelerated breathing caused by the small movements on his cock.

You opened your mouth, approaching his tip, giving it a small lick, without stopping to move your hand, and then surrounding it with your lips, putting it in your mouth and wetting it with your sweet saliva. You noticed the glances of your gorgeous boyfriend, watching as you devoured his member.

Toji clenched his hands on the bar counter, trying to hold his breath so he wouldn't sound excited, but it was almost inevitable. His fingers gripped the edge tightly, his eyebrows arched and he leaned forward to make sure no one saw you.

You continued with your hand movements on this boy's member, while you slid his tip all over your tongue, sucking lightly as you slowly pushed his member further and further into your mouth.

“Look at you..trying to hold back your moans..you look so beau-” you said, but Toji didn't let you finish the sentence before pushing your head towards him, making his entire member enter your mouth, sliding all over your tongue, touching the back of your mouth, before sliding down your throat, this made you gag..but you loved seeing him like that.. “Shut up…fucking whore…I love you fuck…” Toji said whispering and with an horny voice.

Toji let go of your head because some customers had come in and he needed to act formally. As you pulled his member out of your mouth to catch your breath, Toji leaned on the bar counter, causing his hard member to hit your cheek… Seeing his member so hard made you want to ride him right there, to put him inside you… ugh…

Toji welcomed the customers formally and handed them the drinks menu, taking advantage of that moment to watch you as you grabbed his member by the base and licked it all the way thru, then put it in your mouth, and began to suck it, sliding it across your tongue while moving your hand up and down to stimulate him even more…

Toji listened to the customers' orders, holding back the moans caused by having his member sliding inside your mouth… He frowned as discreetly as he could, squeezing the notebook a little as he wrote with his hand shaking from the great pleasure you were giving him.

You increased the speed at which you inserted his member in and out of your mouth a little, and when Toji went to speak to confirm the young men's order and thank him, you inserted his entire member back into your mouth, giving yourself another gag that luckily was barely heard since the music was loud.

Toji's voice was cut off and he had to pretend to clear his throat so that the grunt he let out from that unexpected action wouldn't be noticed. The customers sat down to wait for their drinks and Toji got ready to prepare them, while you continued with your little job, licking, masturbating and sucking his member under the bar.

Toji, before preparing the drinks, bent down slightly, grabbing your hair and pulling it lightly, then saying to you “Damn slut… you know you’ll be punished for this, right?..” You simply nodded, looking at him with an innocent smile.. Toji sighed and went back to his work.

While he prepared the drinks, you continued to give head incessantly.. You delicately moved your hair aside so you could suck it better, and continued doing so.

Toji squeezed the glasses tightly, with his trembling hands he managed to serve the drinks that he later left on a tray for his companions to pick up and take to the assigned table for the order.

You continued devouring him completely, deepthroating from time to time, moving your hand up and down his entire member which was soaked in your saliva… your pussy was all wet… you just wanted Toji to fuck you…

Toji looked at you from above, with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he looked at you with eyes of pleasure and slightly red cheeks… you noticed how he tensed his muscles trying to hold back his moans, noticing his expression of vulnerability at your actions… He leaned forward again to cover you since his boss had gone to talk to him… “Well well, it's the great Toji Fushiguro! How are you boy? Everything okay? Is your girlfriend okay?” Toji took a sigh of air before looking at you surreptitiously to answer his boss in a surreptitious and as normal way as possible “Hello, Boss… Yes..yes..everything..good mhm. Y/n is… fine yes…” He said, keeping his composure and the best face he could put on at that moment, trying to hide everything.

“Well well well, I'm very happy boy! Just so you know, there are 5 minutes left until closing time, today you close and you pack up. I'm going to give the 5-minute warning over the speakers, see you tomorrow Toji!” Said his boss, who patted him on the shoulder before going to give the closing notice for the bar.

When he pulled out, Toji let out a huge sigh of relief, looking at you just to see how you put almost all of his member in your mouth… Noticing your lips surrounding his cock, your hands moving over his member, your saliva soaking his cock, his tip touching the end of your mouth… god… he couldn’t take it anymore… Toji was about to cum… He couldn’t hold it back any longer… Toji grabbed your head, completely putting his member in your mouth, letting out all of his load in your mouth, he watched as your eyebrows shuddered and your throat swallowed absolutely all of the load he had released in you…

A smile formed on his face as he held your jaw, watching as your face and your gaze asked for more and more… Toji slapped his cock against your tongue repeatedly while your eyes begged him to have it inside you…

The bar emptied in a moment, so Toji pulled you out of there, leaning you on the bar and whispering in your ear “Now I’m going to punish you here, you fucking bitch.” He said before that night ended in an intense night where Toji fucked you against the same bar where you hid to give him head.

[barcaluvv]

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Your whole life your family tries to match you with someone, otherwise it would be friendly families or sometimes even strangers. You were tired of getting ready every time, and you had enough more of arranging. But sigh, another week another family to meet, leaving the house, you think to yourself, what kind of unfortunate guy will he be now, minutes later a black Mercedes-Benz pulled up in your back yard, he was beeping like crazy, I already know he's an impatient little sh!t right there but after seeing the car you understood exactly why they picked him to be your next failed stage.

in the back seat were his parents, I could hear his mother telling him "open the door for her you fool" several times but he just kept his feet on the pedal, smelling his own narcissistic perfume that surprisingly seemed too good. On the way to the restaurant, we sat in silence, you could just see hector looking at you in the rearview mirror, smirking his head off. When you arrived at the restaurant, you couldn't stand it, and with each point he insulted you in a slighty rich-nice way like every other full of money guy. We will leave you now alone, his father told him now, waving at him. When they got out, he immediately relaxed and took off his tie, feeling a relief. So tell me who made u do this, i asked him openly.

"I trusted my gut" said Hector. For exactly what? you asked with a distance on your face. I thought there would be some nice piece, said the curly head with a immense smirk on his face, but now I see it was telling me the wrong thing. Oh shut up, youre not all that. he rolled his eyes at your sentence, "would this change your mind? hmm?" said Hector i assume that's his name.

He brang up a bag, not only was it too much even the bag was shining through. "You can't buy me with all of this but thanks i appreciate the effort lil buddy". "Are you that hard to get?" your answer to that question was just .gulp. just a little gulp, like a needle down your troath.

when we went home, at the very exit we saw that someone stole his car, oh my god, he went crazy. We called the police, but they just told us to find a hotel on the spur of the moment.

Good now we have to walk to the hotel, you yelled at him. "Oh shut up you're the bad luck here". That sentence hurted you inside and now you thought with yourself.

His hair is disgusting - 𝐿𝑖𝑎𝑟

I hate the way it curls - 𝑂𝒉 𝑛𝑜 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡.

The curves on his shoulders, his lips

theyre sickening - 𝑆𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑙.

His hands are so uninviting - 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑛.

I hate him - 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝒉𝒊𝒎.

We had luck that after 20 minutes of walking we finally found a cheap hotel 3 blocks away of the restaurant we went.

"Nice now we have to stay in this cheap place, and the worst part of it that you're gonna be next to me." If you don't like it then buy 2 rooms! You can literally buy this whole place but your narcissistic self cannot help?.

"Maybe i dont want you in another room okay." He seemed pretty serious so you just gave up.

The room only has one bed, and a small chair next to it, it's so old that you can barefoot break it.

I'm sleeping on the sofa you said, you take the bed then.

"Cmon here, I'm not gonna let you sleep there, then afterwards pay for your medication, here its way too cold, just dont come near me" said Hector. You both looked at the ceiling until you felt asleep, I mean at least one of you needed. Even though you were in a deep sleep, you could feel his warm breath surrounding your whole collarbone.

That night you had a nightmare, you screamed, calling out his name, all shaking. Of course you woke him up too, but unexpectedly he approached your body, hugging you " Shh!! It's okay Hermosa, I'm here dont you worry youre safe with me love" you felt your body calming a valuable piece of your mind. "See its not that scary, you got me" said Hector holding your hand aggressively. All i thought about was his little whispers, his effortlessly tiny fingertips going through my hair i felt everything. Pooking your blushy cheeks, letting out "you're not that bad as i thought you were, and now if you allow me" he kissed you.

5 year's after this, you didn't have to look for a boyfriend in anyone anymore, because you found a husband in him. after this night, everything changed and this was the story of how me and your amazing mother met, said Hector.

[mayasaurusss]

vampire!Charlotte who feels bad for needing to feed off the reader :(( if rqs are open of course - 🐇

Charlotte who feels bad when she has to drink from you :(

She has been in need to feed from your blood since she got bit by a disease infected bat.

Food isn't satiating her, only meat can come close to scratching that itch that she feels, but it isn't enough.

When she is watching an horror movie with you and see one of the characters getting murdered, blood spilling everywhere, she feels the dark need to sink her theet into your throath.

She gets scared of herself, of her thoughts, so she purposefully chooses to get away from you. She doesn't want to hurt you, after all.

But after you relentlessly try to see her, to know if she's okay, she caves in.

She hasn't eaten in weeks, months maybe. She is so, so hungry.

When you ask her if maybe the bat is responsible, if maybe she's one of those creatures that roam in the night, the though makes her almost lose it.

She is TERRIFIED when you tell her to bit you, thinking that you have lost your fucking mind, but the thought is interesting.

She has been dying to sink her teeth into something. And your troath seems sooo inviting.

Something stops her. She doesn't want to. She doesn't want to hurt you. She'd rather die than hurt you.

But when you climb in her lap, move your head so that your neck is exposed to her, makes it so hard for her to contain herself.

She is still unsure, moving her head back and almost manhandling you off of her lap, but when you take her head and press your nose on your neck, her body reacts before her mind can.

She bites. Hard. Her fangs sink in your flesh, tearing it apart.

Blood oozes from you, so red and exquisite.

The sight makes her famished. She latches on your wound, drinking until the blood stops.

Her mouth is covered in blood, tainting her lips and theet, as well as your skin and clothes.

Her belly is finally full, a feeling of satisfaction filling her chest. But amidst that, there is also guilt.

She pulls back, looking at your face. Your cheeks are coloured in a sick shade, eyes unfocused, lips parting.

She runs downstairs to get you as much water and sugar as possible, feeding you old cookies she found in her pantry.

Charlotte who, from then on, feeds from you with the utmost care.

She cleans the patch of skin she's about to take a sip from, caring for you in such a loving way it makes your heart ache.

She bites you with care, her fangs tearing gently at your flesh.

Her tongue catches the droplets of blood that fall from you. From your collar bone to the wound of your neck, she licks the blood clean, coming up to suck on the scar she caused.

Lottie who, after feeding from you, see how her teeth are becoming puncture scars on your neck. Who becomes so very sad that you have to comfort her for what she has become :"(

Charlotte who actively stops feeding from you on fear of hurting you. Who starts to feed on strangers, leaving them on the side of the street while they try to understand what just happened.

Lottie who whines like a puppy when you find her out, scolding her for feeding off of strangers. Who is secretly so glad you let her drink from you, because your blood is the sweetest thing she bad ever drank.

Lottie which gets a bit flustered when she drinks from you. Watches as a rivulet of blood falls down your collarbone to your chest, making that cold blood of hers pump in her veins.

Lottie who gets in a blood craze when she drinks from you during sex. She's knuckles deep in your slit, moaning and whimpering and when she bites from you, just as you're about to come, and the action makes you fall apart under her.

Your blood has some how become sweeter, mixed with your scent and taste, and it makes her go feral. Lottie who drinks from you as you're riding your high like she's a starved woman. You feel lips, theet, tongue all over your neck.

Lottie who gets incredibly aroused when you expose your neck to tease her. She's so down bad for you that she has to physically restrain herself from jumping on you.

Lottie who, even if she became a vampire, can lay in the sun.

Her favorite moment of her day is waking up, the sun rays shining on her naked chest, and finding you laying near her on the bed, sleeping soundly.

Lottie who kisses your neck, lapping at the still fresh wound. Your skin smells of the sun, and it's so sweet and lovely it makes her heart feel fuzzy :'). Reminds her of how lucky she is to have you.

Lottie who places a kiss on your wounds, lips trailing up your neck and jaw to your lips, who kisses you with care and love.

"Good morning, beautiful" Lottie who, even afree becoming a blood seeking monster that roams the dead of night, is still as romantic as ever.

[yusalterego]

Intruder; Choi San

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.668

warnings: gunplay (he puts it in her pussayyyy), dub con (with a plot twist), manhandling, dom!san, sub!reader, blowjob, deep troathing, facial, nipple!play, slight violence, russian roulette is mentioned, reader cries, daddy!kink, reader doesn't cum!!!!, he spits in her mouth, degradation, i think i forgot something but the heavier stuff is all here!

smut under the cut

as soon as you step inside your house after a hard day at work you breath in oxygen mixed with relief.

"What a fucking day."

taking your shoes off, you put them in their respective place next to the door. you then make your way to the kitchen, not even bothering with making yourself something to eat but instead going directly for the red wine in the fridge and pouring yourself a glass.

you roll your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of your aching joints and then finally take a sip of the strong liquid, putting the glass back down on the counter.

"I'm too fucking stressed." you sigh out, mumbling to yourself.

"i think i can help with that." a soft voice whispers in your ear.

you immediately freeze in your place, a strong feeling of dread rising within you and making you pale in an istant.

you try to scream your lungs out but as soon as a half sound comes out of your mouth a strong gloved hand is immediately slapping against it, muffling everything you're trying to let out.

your aggressor's other hand comes around your waist, holding you in place against his chest.

"Silly little girl...no one ever told you not to leave your door unlocked?"

tears sting at your eyes as his hands starts to wander everywhere.

"Did your mommy never tell you about big bad boys hurting little girls like you? I guess you might need a lesson."

you cry out the moment you feel his hand leaving your mouth in favor of holding something cold against your head.

"Make a fucking sound and i'll blow your brains out."

You grimace in terror as you feel the metal press against your temple, muffling out a small sob threatening to come out of your mouth.

"to the bedroom." he orders, pushing you around until he finds what he is looking for.

As soon as you're both inside the room he pushes you against the bed as if you were a ragdoll, and locks the door behind him.

San looks at you as if he's calculating something scary, something macabre that will most likely hurt you.

"take your shirt off." he orders.

you sit up with blurry eyes and a wobbly mouth, holding the edge of your shirt with your trembling fingers.

"please.." you sob out, wanting to keep your decency.

He immediately walks over to you, taking a big chunk of your hair in his hand and pulling at it, making you wince in pain and causing some tears to spill out of your eyes.

you don't even notice your thighs rubbing against themselves under your skirt.

"I said off. Don't make me repeat myself."

He lets go of your hair and stands back straight, waiting for you to comply.

You lower your gaze ashamedly as you start pulling your top off of your upper body, leaving it bare for him to see.

his eyes immediately glue to your hardening nipples as he licks his lips. His hands fiddle with the loaded gun, aching to make you quiver under him.

you squirm under his gaze and lower your eyes to the bed, ashamed of the way your panties are starting to get way too wet.

San gets closer to your form, watching how you curl in on yourself.

"Don't be so shy doll..I'm gonna take good care of you." He lets out in the sweetest tone he could ever use and you would have almost believed him if it weren't for the gun in his hand and the crazed look in his eyes.

he raises your chin forcing you to look at him and then orders "open up", nudging your lip with one of his fingers.

You hesitate but do so anyways out of fear, not expecting his next move.

San suddenly moves the hand holding his gun closer to your face, shoving the muzzle past your lips and down your throat.

"go ahead" he says with a sadistic smirk stretching on his face "make it nice and wet"

you try your hardest not to choke on the gun but it's basically impossible with it fitted so deep inside your mouth.

more tears threaten to fall on your lashline as you look up at him with a face full of desperation, trying to suppress a moan as he pinches one of your nipples with his free hand.

"such a good little slut, that's what you are right? making daddy feel so proud uh? c'mon suck on it"

you whine a bit as he forces the gun deeper inside your mouth, and hollow your cheeks the best you can, trying to follow his order.

your tears start spilling as soon as the back of your troath comes in contact with the metal, and you try to suppress your gag reflex.

San watches with admiration in his eyes as he has you so pliant and submissive before him, a sight he would've never expected to see.

deciding to let his impatience rule over him, he finally frees your troath from the gun, watching as it shines so prettily with your spit.

"You did good doll, now you deserve a reward."

You look at him with a completely lost expression, waiting for his next move which turns out to be as unpredictable as his previous ones.

"Lean back and open your legs."

He guides you into position, additionally flipping up your skirt so it displayes your now ruined pair of panties.

"Tch...you got this wet from choking on a loaded gun? You must be as crazy as me baby."

You bite your lip out of embarassment, trying your best to keep your eyes planted on the sheets of the bed rather than him, not noticing him sliding off both of his gloves.

San uses his free hand to caress your thigh slowly, tracing patterns on it but never getting close enough to where you need it the most.

As he reaches the juncture between your core and your thigh, you shudder softly, almost letting out a sound you didn't even know you had been holding back.

He then gets closer to you, his face coming to rest right in front of yours with his hand still wandering on you thighs.

"What is it? mh? is kitten impatient?"

He suddenly cups your pussy through your underwear, feeling the wet patch of fabric under his naked palm.

"Does kitten like being handled like this by a bad big man? You were waiting for this weren't you? Going out at night all alone in a skimpy skirt and those pretty tits barely covered."

You whimper slightly, trembling against him, as he uses his index finger to lightly trace circles on your clit.

"Look at you, letting a stranger touch you and feeling pleasure from it. You really are a slut."

He smirks slightly as he watches your teary eyes quiver under his hard ones.

"Don't worry baby, daddy will take good care of you."

somehow you managed to forget about the gun in his hand for a few seconds, but feeling it now, pressed against your core, makes you shiver again in fear.

"Please..not there." You whisper out in the smallest voice possible.

"Why baby? don't want daddy to make you feel good? you even got it all wet for me." He fake pouts, just to mock you, to show you how mean he can be, but you don't let up and let out another small "please.."

San clicks his tongue before roughly handling and moving you in a different position, bending you over with your ass staying in the air.

"Stupid slut, thinks she can decide what i should do to her."

He roughly shoves your panties to the side, before sliding the gun's muzzle from you clit to your entrance, making you whine out from the stimulation.

His other hand tangles inside your hair, pushing your head against your pillow.

"Ever heard of the russian roulette baby? Why don't we try it out?"

San laughs sadistically as he hears you whimper loudly, shaking with a few sobs but not daring to say a word, your pussy quivering slightly and clenching on nothing.

"I'm just kidding doll"

He then suddenly trusts the muzzle of the gun inside your opening, fitting it all the way down, as deep as it can go.

You moan out loud at the feeling of the metal pressing against your sensitive walls and hitting just the right spot, sparks of arousal surrounding all your body.

He thrusts the gun in and out of your pussy as he gently takes one of your tits inside his other hand, pinching your nipple just to watch you squirm even more under him.

"You're fucking perfect baby, such a sweet angel for me."

Your cries become louder as he increases his pace, the pleasure becoming too much and not enough at the same time.

"San-i...please."

"Please what sweetheart?"

You whine with cheeks red from embarassment, not wanting to ask out loud for it.

"You..know what" you whimper out with a muffled voice, your words getting trapped inside the sheets of the bed.

"I think you're going a bit out of character baby..I might need to remind you who's in charge here."

He immediately removes the gun from your warmth, making you cry out louder than before at the loss of stimulation.

He pushes you against the bed, making you sit up and then roughly shoves you off it saying "get on your fucking knees"

San has a hold on the back of your neck, as he guides to sit at his feet.

He stands tall, towering over you, as he looks at you with dark eyes, the gun still in his hand and glistening in your arousal.

He points it at your head, not caring for your hair getting dirty and sticky, and gestures with his other hand to his growing crotch.

"nuzzle on it."

You immediately move your head to bury your nose in the fabric of his pants, feeling his length pressing against it.

"Look at you kitten, you look like you might start purring."

You look up at him with big innocent eyes, as your cheek rests against his covered dick, his gun still pointing at your forehead.

His smirk only grows as he watches you wait for his next order.

"Take it out baby."

You scramble with trembling fingers to undo the zioper of his pants and shove his boxer out of the way, watching as his dick grazes your cheek and stands tall against his covered abdomen.

your mouth waters at the sight of his swollen and red tip, already anticipating the heaviness of it on your tongue.

He uses his free hand to get ahold of the base, slapping your cheeks with it and then your lips. He positions his dick right on the side of your face, smirking in satisfaction as he notices his length almost reaching your hairline.

"I'm too big for your small little face uh? Guess i'll have to train your pretty throath before it can fit in all the way."

He then smears your lips with his precum, tapping his tip a few times against them.

You immediately open your mouth at the gesture, sticking your tongue out and patiently waiting for his next move.

He spits in your mouth and roughly shoves his length down your throat, not even making you able to process both the heaviness of his saliva and his dick on your tongue.

Keeping the gun pointed at your head he uses his other hand to hold the back of your troath, snapping his hips against your mouth, not even slightly worried about the lack of oxygen inside your body.

You suppress a gag as his tip repeatedly hits the back of your troath, trying to stay as still as possible to let him have his way with you.

"Fucking perfect, you're the best mouth i've ever fucked."

Your eyebrows furrow as a snarky remark rises up in your troath, but it's unfortunately blocked by his heaviness working is way inside it and abusing it.

he realizes what he sayd and immediately looks down at your annoyed eyes.

"not that i've tried many." he clairifies, suddenly getting out of character.

Your hand hits is thigh in a reprimanding way, and he inmediately picks up his pace again, not ever letting up and giving you the chance to take a breath.

"Fuck i'm close baby, you're fucking perfect like this."

He lets go of his gun and throws it on the bed, in favour of moving your strands of hair out of your eyes with a caress.

"Where do you want it? On your face? I'll fucking paint you with my cum baby. Wanna make you my personal artwork."

He throws his head back as his thrusts become sloppy and go a bit out of rythm and as you feel his cock twitch inside your mouth he immediately pulls out and starts jerking it in front of your face.

You finally breath in, almost choking on your oxygen as you close your eyes, anticipating what's to come.

His seed hits your face and your open and panting mouth as San grunts out in pleasure, completely lost in the sight of your face covered in white.

"Oh fuck, baby, fuck."

His cum keeps on seeping out of his tip, as you wait patiently for everything he has to give you.

As the last drop of his pleasure comes out and hits a strand of your hair, he lets his neck drop back and caresses the back of your head in a loving manner, not even noticing how your eyes are forced closed as you're trying to avoid going blind in your left eye.

you swallow the drops inside your mouth and clean your lips the best you can. "San-i..could you get me a tissue?" You ask in a hoarse and small voice, feeling your throat burn from the beating it received earlier.

He immediately looks down at you, now noticing the drop of cum threatening to pass through your eyelashes, and rushes to his side of the bed, almost falling on his ass as he tries to get his pants back on and muttering out a small "oh shit."

He gets to gently clean your eyelid from his seed, then passing to your cheeks, your foreahead and your chin.

"Want some water?" He asks gently, throwing the dirty tissue to the side.

You nod, watching as he rises up to his feet and rushes to the kitchen, disappearing from your eyesight. You sit down on the ground, looking at the mirror on your left and taking in your disheleveled appearance.

"Here." He says as he passes you the glass and watches as you gulp it down in one go, clearing your troath as soon as the taste of his cum has left your mouth.

"So, how was it? I tried to follow the script as much as possible but i think i forgot about a few things and.."

You let a satisfactory smile curl on your lips, loving how dependent he is on your approval.

"You were good. I could have never imagined hearing you call yourself daddy but apart from that, it was perfect. You kind of got out of character once or twice but i guess i can pass on it."

You let your arms go around his neck, leaving a small peck on his lips as he pouts slightly.

"did you enjoy yourself?" you ask in a low voice.

"I did, but i still don't think i'm a good dom. I think you suit the role way better."

You smirk, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling his mouth to yours. You let him kiss you for a few seconds before forcing your mouths apart while pulling on his hair.

"Yeah? You think so? Then why don't you use this pretty mouth and make mommy cum?".

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thx for reading!!!

[fbs-fc-ur-mommy]

Warning, mature themes

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You were smoking on an random rooftop. Admiring the beautiful view of Stockholm, you grew up and almost all your entire life in a rural area so the city was for you something new. When you turned 18, you left for university. Where you there meet Sophie, your new best friend. She had an friend who sometimes "he" would stand up for the bullying you two would get. He wasn't the agresive type but as you'd get better of him you would describe him as an person with short temper, someone who would talk shit only with the back turned, not getting in any physical fights because he knows that he would get clapped. His smaller and skinnier body was making you an little embarrassed. You locked way taller than him and a more fatty. Though, you we're normal in height and weight so the problem seemed like it was his not yours.

It started snowing pretty hard when you heard heavy footsteps behind you, of course that you turned to see what creep walks behind you at 2 am.

As you looked behind your back, your eyes widened and the smoke in lungs suddenly went up your throat and nose, leaving you with teary eyes making more hard too see through snow.

The figure was standing still in the strong wind, their white hoodie looked way too thin for the cold Sweden weather. On the hoodie and face there was red stains on it making you questioning your brain if it's Halloween actually. The strong wind, the snow and the silence in the entire city maked you feel like this it's an dream. Maybe it was.

"Can I help you?" - you asked first, fear and panic setting in your veins, making more hard to breath and think.

The figure didn't respond, but it did the opposite of what you wanted. Getting closer.

As the "it" aproaced you could see their face. Or his face.

"Simon? What happen? Did you get in a fight? Man you look pretty fucked up."

Simon stayed neutral, his hair messy, his body smelled heavily of blood, cigarettes or maybe weed and sweat. You looked down to his bloody hand, more fear striking you when you saw an Glock in his left hand.

Suddenly he rised his Glock to your face ready to make an hole there, not wanting to die you maked and sharp right turn, an bang hearing in the background, almost tripping you run to the the door of the rooftop, not even looking back. The fear winning again over adrenaline when you heart the worst. An another bang. Two bangs. Three bangs. Sharp pain pain both on your legs and on your right shoulder.

Falling face first, you tried to save your fall damage by placing your palms against the concrete, but the snow makes your palm slipping, an excruciating pain in your whole skull, nose the same story and the metallic taste already in your mouth. As you tried to get up you saw red spots on the snow, very much. You felt how the disgusting liquid started to drip down to your chin, the pain in it making hard to breath through your broken nose and the metalized taste in your mouth maked your troath to close up and stomach to ache. You screamed for help maybe someone would hearing your cries for help. Deep in your head you knew that nobody would.

Getting (almost) up you tried again to run, there was no point now to fight him. You felt dumb, maybe you'd have the change of disarming him if you'd use your fucking height to your advantage from the very start.

An hand grabbed you from behind, dragging you far away from the door, surprisingly the small man didn't have an problem dragging you, what an bad luck huh. slamming you against the edge of the rooftop your head and half of shoulder in mid air, you needed to put strength into your neck to look up and... Not down.

Putting his whole height whole height into your whole waist and stomach, you found that (hot or not hot) hard to breath. Gasping and sweating he rolled up his hoodie, revealing his scars. "My god what friend you have Sophie? You and your weird men type". He looked down, staring to the street below us, still gasping for air he smirked an little. "Don't told me he wanna jump together" you thought. Also why he's gasping for air huh he didn't even ran and he's tired? Average smoker activity who started at 12 huh?.

As adrenaline was starting to wear off, the pain got more intense and the panic was putting pleasure on you to beg and cry for the next day of living. Starting to hyperventilating you actually started to "beg".

"S-Simon we can talk about this can we? It's been an hard t-" you started to lighten up the mood and eventually Simon letting you. But his face darken more than before, now his full focus on you. His eyes on you. His Glock raising again to your face.

"SIMON! Don't do this please! I- I still don't feel to die? Yet." You wanted to add something but stopped when you felt his covered hand drag down your jacket ziper.

"Simon?! Please don't!"

"Shhhh..." he finally whisper

Now your jacket was open, your black and red sweater exposed and from the awkward position your belly was exposed to the cold air, shivering when an snow landed on your bare belly. He caressed that belly gently like he was afraid of breaking you. Biting back an moan you felt how your skin was getting hotter. You blamed your cringe behavior on the blood lose from the Glock bullets. The hand raised higher, up to your waist, up and down. Felling sore in your neck you finally let it go fall of edge you looked down seeing nobody to see your situation, you felt sick from the height so you closed your eyes and started to think about something happy to forget your embarrassing situation. You thought of Sophie, of her beautiful laugh, her face and her beautiful sitting position and writing. The thought was interrupted when you felt Simon playing with your nipple, his hot breath near your neck. You let out an small moan, praying that he didn't hear you but he did.

"That's it, let me hear you, be an good pet"

You started to regret that you didn't ask Sophie out, instead you let Simon doing it, you knew of his crush. Felling your eyes watering you tried to quietly sob.

Felling his hand roughly grab your face, you tried to not let him seeing you cry, not giving him any pleasure for his sick kinks. You tried to pull your head back, more further into the air, neck painfully aching from the uncomfortable stretch.

"look at me"

You shakked your head, now crying harder than before.

"I said, look at me!" He screamed grabbing your face cheeks harder enough to leave bruises.

"Look at me or I'm dropping you down" He tried again. Successfully making you to look at his face. His face softened, but then his dark, mad behavior came back.

Grabbing you by the neck he lifted you up from the edge and then into the air, holding you up, looking at you dead in the eye, then dropping you harshly back on the concrete, hitting your head again, black spots on your vision and felling your hair wetting behind your head. "How I'm still alive after this much bleeding".

Putting his foot into your chest he aimed his Glock and started to smile.

"I'm sorry Simon" you carefully chosed your last words. Maybe when he will get caught he will bring up your last ironic moments.

His smiled dropped and his hands started to shake. He looked at you. No. He looked through you. He looked still mad, but he seemed like he was thinking.

"I don't need you anymore..."

Then he started to walk away leaving you behind clearly confused and traumatized.

He opened the door, then he looked back like he wanted to say something, regret clearly on his face. But he didn't. He dissappear into the dark.

As you picked your jacket and your pack of cigarettes from the ground you suddenly jumped up when you heart an bang again, but there was no pain , but an felling of relief. You went back to the edge where you we're previously, then looked on the street below you. An dark thought striking you but stopping when you saw an car of police parking outside of the unit in front of you their sirens on. Two officer entering the building in hurry. You lifted up an cigarette and started walking away when an ambulance arrived too.

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@ahebwhd I will work these days on your request, this fic was writen days before your request <3

[benedictscorner]

Benophie AU: enemies to lovers (modern times)

!!WRITTEN BY LIA!! (twitter: benedictslady)

"𝓢𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓴, 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓪?"

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Sophie was searching for her clothes around the room, walking around with only an oversize T-shirt covering her petite body. HIS T-shirt: she wasn't home, she wasn't where she was supposed to be at that hour and she knew that who was waiting for her would be really mad at her. And it was all his damn fault. His, the rain, his, the cold, his, the weather, did she say his???

A gasp left her lips when she heard the door of the bedroom, behind her, opened and she recognized those steps, that breath and that cologne that hit her nostrils the second he entered the room: a shiver ran on her back when he let out a chuckle and a small noise, like a shift, was heard, sign that he was leaning against the doorframe.

"And here I thought I'd be the one to leave after last night, but here you are, already gathering your belongings. Why, do I scare you that much, Beckett?"

That deep voice. That deep, dark, sensual voice that used to mess with her head since the very first day she met him. Used and still did. She tried everything, she tried to focus on her life, on herself, but he always found a way to be there and tantalize her.

Sophie inhaled a deep breath and breathed it out, before gathering all her courage and turning to face him: his dark curly long nest, his big deep blue eyes, hidden behind a pair of black glasses, his muscular and sculpted body covered by a grey, a bit ruined sweater, a pair of black pants, which were a bit dirty with dust and his feet were comfortable inside a pair of black socks. Benedict Bridgerton. Her archenemy. Her thorn on her side. She hated him with all her might, with every cell in her body...but she always ended up in his grasp, always arguing, with him always having the last word. She wanted to punch him on the face so bad, but also wanted him to grab her and kiss her as if no one was there to separate them, stop them, as if they weren't the hero's and villain's sidekicks anymore. Just them, just Sophie and Benedict. In a perfect world...but she knew that this world was far from perfect.

When her brown eyes spotted her folded clothes inside his muscular arms, she immediately, almost ran, to him and grabbed them and, before he could even speak, went to hide in the bathroom in the room, locking herself inside with a swift motion. Another chuckle of his could be heard, while his steps approached the door: she knew, she knew, that if he would ever dare to open that door...it would be the end for her. And oh, if he would dare, that's one of the reasons she hated him.

"So, Beckett...are you, perhaps, hungry? I mean, we didn't eat much last night, seeing what happened. And I must say, Beckett...you're quite the allure when you yell at me: those red cheeks of yours, how those veins on your small neck show up, how I get you all riled up. You're a sight to behold, Beck-"

"I'm going back to him. Thank you for letting me use your house as a shelter for the night."

She cut him off, she knew where he was heading and she wouldn't allow that. Never. She wanted, oh how much she wanted him to continue, to let his filthy words get to her, bringing her down to her knees in front of him, to open that damn door...but it was only her heart whispering to the brain, who locked the door and threw away the key. No, she knew better. She couldn't. She mustn't.

After taking off that oversized T-shirt that was intoxicating her with his scent, almost making her feel dizzy, she wore her cable knit beige sweater, messing up her dark brown long curls a bit before pulling them out her sweater's neck. Something surprised her: silence. It was weird, he would usually use one of his comebacks to win their conversations. But all she heard was him cleaning his troath and his back leaning against the wall next to the door, before he spoke up again and she was sure, but convinced that it was only her imagination tricking her, that she heard a slight sense of sadness in his voice. No, Sophie. It was her subconscious wanting to make fun of her. How foolish she was.

"Ah...So you're still going to crawl back to him, hm? And forgetting what he did- Oh no, wait, right, what he didn't do last night? Beckett, you'd be a damn soaked and freezing mess right now, laying down on that cold road, if it wasn't for me. And where was your High Mighty, oh so dear, hero? I know where he was, not there to save you and your damn ass-"

"Didn't I already thank you, Bridgerton? I'm his sidekick, I have to go back and I accepted the risk of that position when I accepted it, so yes, I almost-"

"Oh no, you take that 'almost' back, Beckett dear"

"-I almost died there on that cold street from hypothermia because of the damn weather, the damn air and the damn rain, and yes, I survived because of you. So thank you, Bridgerton, again, but I can handle myself and my life. These are my risks, that I take and I do not need you to teach me how to live my life-"

"BUT I CAN'T JUST STAND THERE AND WATCH HIM RUIN YOU, SOPHIE!"

She gasped as her delicate hands stopped buttoning her pair of pants that she wore while talking back to him. He yelled. She never heard him yelling, not even while fighting him. And, most important, he never used her name. Always her surname. And it felt...so forbidden, but also so damn good. She wanted him to say it again, and again, and again, oh she also wished for him to moan it, but her brain scolded her heart once again, repeating how idiotic she was being. She gulped and she heard him inahling and exhaling deeply while turning and resting his forehead on the bathroom's door, his heavy breathes filling the silence, before his voice filled it again.

"Sophie, I can't. I stood back when I saw you losing fights against the villain, since I'm his sidekick, but...it wasn't any fight of ours last night. Damn it, he sent you to fix one of his problems, clean his mess, like always! Six men against one of you. Six, Sophie! Goddamn it, you took all of on your shoulders, all of those beatings- Jesus Christ, they even had guns and fights and, as much as I admire you for fighting by yourself, I just- I couldn't-..."

She was dumbstruck. He was...worried for her? Hell, he even sounded scared. Afraid. But for her? When she heard a noise out of the door, coming from his lips, her heart stopped immediately: a sob. That was a sob...right? She didn't imagine that. She even pinched her arm, but she heard another one the second later. No, her mind wasn't tricking her this time. He was sobbing. Her archenemy was crying and she was the cause of it- well, not really her, but she was blaming herself as always.

"Sophie, I couldn't let them hurt you. Or take you away from the world, from...me. Who would beat me up if you would be gone, hm? Who would I tantalize everytime? Who would scold me for being who I am? Who would I admire for their courage whenever they take all the world on their shoulders? Who would I-"

"Benedict-"

"No, Sophie, damn it, don't interrupt me, I've kept this hidden for too long! Who would I keep falling for, if you wouldn't be here anymore?' Who would I feel butterflies for, who would I fight for? You don't know, do you? The things you do to me- God, those things. Oh, how I tried to push them aside, in the back corner of my mind, away, only to protect you. I am not...a good person, I never was, but with you, Sophie, you make me feel like I can redeem myself. You make me feel alive, like if I'm learning to love all once again. You...You make me feel human while the whole world yells me that I am a beast. We are both tainted, we are both taking our bosses mistakes and problems on our backs, we are slowly destroying ourselves piece by piece. But I'm tired of doing it alone and I'm sure you are too. We are too young for this cruel world, Sophie Beckett, and I know that I'm a hotheaded, heartless, dumb, foolish, thickheaded bastard, but Good Heavens, I want to be a hotheaded, dumb, foolish, thickheaded bastard with you- And the only reason I'd be heartless while being next to you, it'd be literally, because I'd grab the first weapon I'd find and tear my chest open until I bleed, only to let you in and let your small delicate hand grab my heart. It's already yours, you may just take it, Sophie. It has been yours since the start"

She was the one sobbing right now. Her whole world crumbled down and she made a choice, the one that was screaming from the back of her head, inside that basement hidden from her brain, but now? Now she was letting her heart speak and she was sending her brain to Hell. She didn't want to listen to it anymore. She wanted her heart. She wanted him. She wanted Benedict Bridgerton. No. She loved Benedict Bridgerton.

After finally buttoning those damn jeans of hers, she started to try and open the bathroom's door, failing because of her head reeling, her tears streaming down her cheeks and her heart racing. A gasp left her lips when Benedict broke down the door and she saw his panting, tall figure, his big deep blue eyes red and puffy from crying but also filled with a desire. Desire to hold her. Have her. Love her.

The moment he grabbed her face with his big warm hands and their lips met, everything disappeared and they were alone. They weren't archenemies anymore. They weren't sidekicks. They were themselves. They were Sophie and Benedict. Benedict and Sophie. They were finally free. They were humans. And all they wanted was a life with eachother and to forget about their problems, healing and helping one another.

A gasp, which transformed into a giggle a second later, left Sophie's lips when she felt Benedict's strong arms lifting her up and making her sit on the sink, still during their kiss, while her small hands found their way on his dark curly long nest, grabbing onto it and messing it up, as if it wasn't messy already, and she was sure to feel him smiling in the kiss and heard him chuckling, before he backed off to meet her brown eyes with his big deep blue ones, both of them panting and holding onto eachother, like if they would disappear in a snap. They both started to laugh, a laugh filled with happiness, freedom, love, joy, contentment and relief. She blushed when he sighed as he nuzzled his head against the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses from there to her ear, slowly and enjoying the way she would squirm under him and her soft moans, before leaving a last, long, loving kiss on her ear, exhaling there like if he had just been released by a big chain and a big ball holding him away from her. He smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder, whispering those words who caused her to feel butterflies- no, a whole zoo inside of her stomach, while her cheeks turned redder than a strawberry.

"You're my favourite sin, Beckett"

!! WRITTEN BY LIA !! (twitter: benedictslady)

[maegorsbignaturals]

Does Undead!Maegor know he is dead? Like he knows subconsciously that he's completely dead and all his efforts of having a child have gone to waste???

Sorry for taking so long to answet this uni has been hell recently and when i am not doing hw i am sleeping sorry!!!

I think deep inside he knows there is something wrong inside of him, like things are not quite right, you know? First because he notices the way Tyanna and Visenya looks at him after the trial with the warrior's sons. He wakes up in this slumber chambers and the first thing he notices is the hard sharping and loud pain on the back of his head, a pain that got him groaning and puts him on a bad mood instantly. The second thing he notices are the faces he see, Tyanna and his mother look at him with expressions mixed with bewilderment, horror and... relief? Between his mother's explanations and Tyanna's kisses on his knuckles, he barely gets anything of the candles in the room positioned in a ceremonious way, the blood smeared all across the floor in runes that he doesn't understand and that he is naked, on the cold hard floor and that those are not his chambers.

I like to think that he goes for a... grief process for himself. First the denial. He knows there is something wrong with him, but he tries to not put a lot of attention on it. Between the Faith's subverssion, Aegon's effortless rebellion and the fucking headache he finds a scape into this toughts. But it is a futile scape, they never really leave. They are present when he eats, He doesn't understands why Tyanna urges him to eat, when he never gets hungry anymore? During his war campaigns he rarely gets any hunger, perhaps is his worry with the things going around, perhaps is that he never gets his guard down, but the truth is that he ever gets that need to eat, either way, he neither enjoys it now. His favourite food barely has any taste now, it is just that grumous and tasteless food bolus moving around his mouth and going down his troath in a motion that Maegor never found uncomfortable, until now. He doesn't understand why he doesn't enjoy that simple pleasure anymore. If he wants the wine to make him tickles, it needs to be extra strong for him, or drink at least three jars by himself in less than two hours (not that it is hard with the tasteless mouth of his).

Then it comes the Anger. The Gods must have really cursed him, he doesn't understand why all attempts of making an heir are fruitless. Him, the king! A strong man on the top of his life with the strongest dragon in all the seven kingdoms, unable to make an heir for himself! Was this some kind of twisted joke from the destiny? A mock from the gods?! He cannot avoid unleashing his anger against those who are not of his like. He punishes them, until their limp bodies fall at his feet. A cold shiver rans down his spine when he sees their lifeless eyes and notices it is like his own... It is in moments like that when the thought plumps into his mind, but as fast as it arrives it leaves. It is not possible, Maegor had never heard of a man bringed back to life! That is absurd, a tale that young squires tell each other in front of the fires of a camping.

After anger, negotiation precedes. The failure to not have an heir doesn't fall upon him, but on his wives. Ceryse was infertile and Alys was a traitorous bitch. They are the ones to blame for his lack of an heir, not him, clearly not him, right? So if it was not with them, then it must be with other women. Women who are fertile! Women whose bodies will be able to be give him an heir! And so the black brides are brought in. But little to none the brides are able to do something for him, and it is just more obvious than before that his failures has something to do with him and the way they recoil to their touch, not only thanks to his cruelness, but also thanks to his cold hands, frozen hands that are as cold as the fists of the first men. They recoil, even at the slightest of brushes, they recoil when he looks at them in the eye, and they are unable to look at his light pale eyes. The scented cloths they put over their noses when he gets close to them makes him feel clearly irritated. Yet, He thinks that those are normal ways to act in their situations. He is no idiot, he knows those women fear him, the only thing they can put to blame is their lack of efforts to give him an heir... because it is their lack of efforts, and not his own body, right? Right? He thinks of this for a while, until he fiercely questions Tyanna about this, believing she is the one to blame for his lack of heir. Yet, he only finds a confirmation of what he must have been dreading, fearing...

The depression sinks in. He feels utterly lost for some time. Undead, Tyanna said, or at least that is what Maegor was able to hear before she began to spurt and scream and cry on what her and his mother had done to bring him back. Maegor finally recognizes the only one to blame for the fear and lack of heir is him, and only him. He navigates some moments about what does it meant to be undead. Is he just a moving corpse? What is him? So worried it is by this thoughts that the news of the realm giving him the back barely worries him by now.

The acceptance arrives the next morning after his war council. His body looks like he has been dead for a while.

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

My dog | BandaSunato x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pet play - Shower sex - Dark!Banda - Red flag - NSFW - Beating and cuts from Banda - NON/CON - NON-CON TOUCHING -

This was beyond humillating, having to wear a collar and bark was bad enoguht.

"Bark twice for yes and one for no, but you know what happens if you bark once"

You had to endure it. It was more physcological than anything, being beated up till your skin broke and blood spilled out only for him to lick it... and also how he would inflict cuts to get himself off.

The sight of you, weak, bruised and bloodied aroused him, the many tapes he had filmed of you with him in the background getting off.

You were repulsed.

His torture never ended. His attacks never ended. He kept you in the dark, in a single room with the door locked. You did not know how many days it has been, how many days have passed since he took you from your home.

He would come with food from time to time, he mostly gave you water, something you mistook as him being human. But it was all a sick trick to get you full of need to pee, only for him to forcefully have his way with you. Your first time squirting was by his fingers, after a full day with no bathroom. The bed was a mess, and it was messed up how he cuddled you after it. Licking your tears, and "shh its all going to be fine".

You were not sure when, all the "puppy play" had started or how he got the idea. It was better not to know, you decided one night thinking on how sick he was.

Your collar had your name, and you even had a leash to match the color of it. During these times, Banda would force you to eat from the floor, he would pet your hair and talk to you like you were his dog.

"Im taking good care of you, right?"

"You love me, right? Im a good owner after all"

If you did not bark twice to these kind of comments the consecuences were severe. Sometimes it was beating, others times no food for days or water.

The sex or well abuse during this was...well strange. He would tell you to get in all fours, just like a good dog. He would enter you from behind with minum preparation, he loved to leave bruises inside of you.

But all of it ended in you needing a shower. Banda did not like them, something among the lines "water will wash all of me from you" and god, you did want that. Wanted nothing more than to wash away all of him from you.

"Alright, you smell, and i cant let you end sick, so its time for a shower, what does my little dog say?"

He was so condescending, he knew you had no option but to agree.

The bathroom was standar, nothing fancy. The products were simple, shampoo, acondicionator and soap. Nothing more.

For a moment the idea of that you would be able to shower alone crossed your mind, but it was descarted as you saw Banda getting out of his clothes then doing the same to you.

He forced you into the shower, turning the water on, it was cold, it made you scream in suprise and shock. Banda just laughted adjusting the temperature for him to get in with you.

He made you stand up, taking the shampoo first to wash your hair. His hands did massage you, it felt oddly good from him. He then moved his fingers down to your shoulders then started to push you down on your knees.

You knew what he wanted.

Opening your mouth your tongue down, he wasted no time in getting his dick inside. He groaned, the sensation of your mouth and troath was something he adored, even if the first times you would bite him.

He pushed your head, your face almost hitting his naked body, between how deep he was and the water falling on your face it was getting hard to breath.

But you endured it till he came with a groan pushing you away.

He then took the body soap making some foam then went to clean your body. It was an excuse to touch you.

He liked to take his time with your breasts and nippels, he would also push your purpel marks hard to see you cry.

Once he finished he took a towel and dried you. While he did so he decided to give you some news.

"I saw you on tv today, they said your family has stopped looking for you"

You froze, the space around you felt numb, you felt like you were under a deep pressure, your mind was going too quick you could not understand.

Then Banda's eyes were on you, there was no emotion on them, maybe a flick of joy because of your suffering.

"Dont be sad, now i can train you to be even better"

[nekotime]

໒꒰ ♡◞ ˕ ก ꒱১ 🌸ల ׁ Obcessed。 ♥︎ ᪶

╭₊˚ ๑︰Mean!Dom!Kujou Sara, Best friends to lovers, Stalker reader, Yandere reader, Masochist reader, Degradation, Afab!Reader, Gn!Reader, Hair pulling, Overstimulation, Double Spaced writing.

╰・୨ ❏︶ ⊹ ˚ ₊

.. ໑ ᖭི༏ᖫྀ Obcessed!? No! As Sara's best friend, It's normal for you to want to know every single aspect of her life and what she is doing at every momment. It's normal for friends to take pictures of each other, especially if hidden. Completely usual to have her pictures all over your room, a picture of her face on your body pillow...Normal to use that pillow to have it sucking your cum dry as you whine her name.

That is, until she catches you. Leaving you defenseless against the wall. ― You're just a little bit too obcessed with me, huh? ― She laughs, her voice trembling against your chest. How could you even react!? Stuttering on your own words, so disgusting in front of her... ― If you wanted me to fuck you or sum, you just had to say it. Cause I want it too. ― She whispers against your ear, mouth devouring yours in a kiss so needy you moaned into her mouth. ― I didn't even touch you and you're moaning like a fucking whore. Tsk! Show some self-respect.. ― She replies as you shake away tears, her hands going down to meet your puffy clit. She thinks it's so cute how you melt into her hands, even if she won't admit it.

ㅤ⪩꒰🌸꒱ ⪨ㅤㅤ˚ㅤㅤ⌣ㅤㅤ꒪ㅤㅤ⋂⋂ㅤ

― Quit the act, you wanted this. You begged for this. Now you gotta' take it. ― She says as her fingers work on your overstimulated insides, crying for her to stop until her palms meet your clit to give it a slap. Eyes rolling back as your back arches in pleasure, her moaning to herself in delight at how she managed to make you so whorish. Who would have tought that her best friend was such a masochist? ― But Sara's glad you are. She shows it on her own way. ― Another hand pullingb your hair so your ass is against her hips, fingers so deep she could feel the entrance of your uterus, whispering how bad and naughty you are...Your best friend knows all your fetish's. Sweet and loud non sense was all you could say, your troath getting sore from all the screams, hands grabbing the carpet of the floor as you.. ― There. You wanted me to stop, right? ― She laughs, licking her juiced up fingers, enjoying the discontent look on your face. Her hand going on your mouth to shut it before you could start complaining, sliding down to meet your neck. By the look she gave you, you knew trouble was coming.

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

[coldninjaruins-blog]

Depending on whether you think Will saying "that's my friend, Mike" was really him or was Vecna or something, this could be cute or terrifying.

You can literally see the way Will's breathing shifts when he sees Mike in the hospital, the deep breath, the troath catches.

It is the small details of Noah acting for me.

[yidhraloves]

Gabriel(Mandela Catalouge) x reader

“My little snowflake”

This is my first time wringing a fic so uhm

Cold.

It was horribly cold.

Here, in Mandela county, the government had banned TV’s. But since the government found out that people kept them regardless, they turned out every source of electricity this January. No TV, no light, no heat, no nothing. So here I am, shivering beneath my layered blanket’s, thinking about what I have done to deserve this. I would’ve left this place long ago! But I can’t. Outside my cold chamber there’s something. Something I can’t describe. It has been calling my name, ever since the things the government calls alternates showed up. I saw it once! Right outside my window, and oh man, it was beautiful. It wore a white robe and it had beautiful long blonde hair that covered it’s soft, white face. An Angel!

Or at least, that’s what I thought when I first saw it.

I’ve learned since then.

The deep, croaking voice that emerged from it’s troath gave it away-this wasn’t an Angel-quite the opposite. “Open the window, darling. If you don’t, I’ll rip you into pieces one by one. Your times running out, love. Your human mind is fragile, and so you’ll break and give in. Don’t ignore my voice, foolish human, for I am your true saviour. Let me in! Can’t you do something smart for once?!? Useless lifeform!! Obey me at this instant! Darling! Don’t make me do things I don’t want to do. Let me in. Let me hold you, my little snowflake.”

Every night. EVERY GODDAM NIGHT. I had listened to them so many goddam times. But tonight would be the last. I hadn’t had food in weeks, my body felt as if it was about to fall apart. So with heavy limbs I dragged myself to greet the devil by the window.

The window opened with a slight screeching sound and before I knew it, the creature had crept trough the window, a smile as sweet as honey coating it’s face.

“Foolish human” it said, slowly caressing my face as my exhausted body slumped to the ground only to be caught and embraced by the thing Infront of me. “All of this damage could have been prevented if you had just let me in, darling” It covered me with its wings, which were surprisingly warm despite being outside for so long. “But do not worry! Your true saviour Gabriel will take care of you! But for now, you should sleep, my sweetie. Your weak spirit has endured enough.” So you drifted off to sleep while the devil from the window sang you a bitter-sweet lullaby.

[uwoninternet]

I'm not nuts, okay?! (lyney x fem!reader)

Ok guys, this is my first time doing this...i mean, i always wanted to write a FanFiction but i didn't have the courage to do so😅

Sooo...i hope you guys aren't too harsh with me and to everyone that actually has written before, thanks guys! Everyone in general that likes to explore the world of FanFics, you guys are awesome and lets all have the brainrots together!!

Warning: this work is going to contain violence, spoilers of Fontaine Archon's Quest (If you did It, then you know what violence I'm talking about), gramatical mistakes (i tried my best to polish It, but english isn't my First language and i don't have a beta reader) and not intentional gaslighting.

Basically, you are the woman that is target at the twins show, but It a plot Twist.

Sumary: being an heiress is a lot more diffucult when you are being target by a murder with a thing for kidnnaping girls trouthg the years and everyone thinks you're nuts for trying to warn people. Ungrateful b*****.

Part 1.

(Just one last warning, in this isn't going to contain any romance yet, but reader does notice the twins and think They are charming. Just the next we are going to actually get close to that, thats why slow burn...Sorry guys)

This nighmare all started as you were returning from the vallies outside the city at night, clear skies and the stars keeping you company after a whole day of painting in the wild. Living a lavishe life of a classic Fountaine dream, being a heiress that could dedicate herself ALL day to what she wanted without having to think about working and enjoying each second of the day to yours whims- theres this day that you passed every minute possible in the Opera Epiclise just listening to opera!

You didn’t think It was necessary for someone to protect you- big mistake, now you recognize it.-, so for you it was simply a calming walk after a productive day, feeling the breeze in your hair. You didn’t need the money, but you always found entertaining to see people’s reactions to them, so selling a few to admirers always filled you with proudness.

The light’s of the city were tinkling and normally you would feel relaxed, but somewhere in your gut -deep inside your gut-, was a feeling of dread, anticipation that forced you to look at each window you passed in chance of seeing in their reflections If there was someone behind you. To calm the goosebumbs in your body, you started humming a little lullaby of your childhood, but It was for naughty, your eyes kept looking for something in the shadows and each hair of your body was standing.

When the almost silent click clack of shoes reached your ears from the alley in your right, you had just enough time to use the painting as a shield for your face -your spine tingling in fear. A big SPLASH sound echoing in your ears, before you force the painting in the face of your assaulter, beating them with It. They scream, a screech of a terrified soul.

You were just trying to be brave! You swear by the Archon!

But the second your wet painting touched the figure, they melted! Falling in the floor as water with just their clothes left behind.

After this you don’t remember much, somehow you got home when you woke from your trance, sneaky rays of daylight getting through the curtains to blind your eyes, your troath sore, cold sweat long dried in your whole body and your hands tied to the headboard. By the time you finally got your bearings, you discorvered you were branded crazy for going around screaming of an attempt murder, of melting people and that being related to the disappearance of girls through the years. Since, you know, night, girl, alone...you were a girl alone at night...It made sense, but still! People called you crazy, that the situation caused you so much stress you hallucinated of melting people, of fighting your assaulter with a painting that never existed!

That was just the start, for much as you try to tell, no one believes you! You entered in contact with a blond lady from an organization, Spina de rose or something, and as kind as she was ,you saw in her eyes, the pitying look...the pitying look for the artsy heiress that fell from grace as every newspaper liked to call you now.

But still, she was the only one that gave you the time of day. Even your mother has long given up in ‘entertaining’ you, now just trying to keep you in the house and calm.

Time passed, months had gone by, your story long forgotten by the whispers of the public. Still, your assaulter ...he died? If he did, How was that you still felt eyes following you?!

Blondie, Navia as she tried to tell you to call her -in your Head, she was blondie, it was easier to think of her for her strongest feature. -, were your only friend now, she didn’t let you investigate with her and her bodyguards since you were considered in a fragile state of mind... If you bite your tongue more, you would cut It off using only your teeth.

Blondie, angel on earth, insisted you should accompany her to a Magic show, living a bit of your old life, where you weren’t a crazy, fragile and traumatized girl. Opera Epiclise in its full glory in front of you, your body accessorized and clothed like old times instead of your ‘depressed’ style, as your mother dubbed them, your mother to your right and your friend to your left. If your mother wasn’t clenching your hand and you weren’t carrying an umbrella matched with a raincoat and a towel in your neck on top of your beautiful outfit, everything would seem like it was before.

The show is splendid! And the magicians! Both of them were so beautiful, you wish you could have met them earlier just so your old carefree self could try and make friends with them, maybe just to get to paint them while you...were still someone you were proud of being.

Ok...maybe, you are more interrested in their voices and beauty than what They are saying, but you swear its the artist in you talking....no, your cheeks aren’t blushing!

By the time the second trick starts, a shining light falls upon you, lyney’s melodic and cheerful voice asks you to participate, in entering a box and appearing out in a completelly new one, and It gets you feeling so happy that you wasn’t felt in so long- its been too long really.- , you don’t have to think, you jump from your sit, ready, more ready to a new experience than ever before. Your mother pulls your arm, mumbles for you to sit, maybe she’s angry or afraid for you, however when Navia gives an excited little laugh before gently taking hold of her wrist and talking to her in a low and kind voice- you can’t even hear them through the beating of your heart, rushing in excitment.-, she lets you go.

Entering the box, you look around.

The...dark, the dark and the cheering, remembers you of your early days in house arrest. The neighbors talking, endless talks with journalists, laughting and judging you!

You sigh, maybe being called crazy is affecting your mind more than you thought and the dark bring unfortune memories of melting people, when no longer a pair of brilliant twins, magic tricks, your mother warm hand on your hand and blondie’s surprises giggles that she tries so hard to hide to keep her reputation of a badass woman is there to keep your mind in peace. You pull the raincoat hood up and the towel on top of it, you don’t wish to feel fear, but...It calms your head, like a lucky charm.

The box trembles, you have to put your gloved hands in the walls to keep your balance,”What in the Archons name IS happening?” , you mutter and between numbers being chanted a silent Pop sound catches your attention before the damned SPLASH. Your towel! The raincoat! COMPLETELLY WET!

YOU KNEW! THE EYES THAT FOLLOWED YOU WEREN’T PART OF YOUR IMAGINATION! THEY HAVE THE GUTS TO TRY AND MELT YOU AGAIN! WHAT WERE YOU?! A PRIZED FISH OR HUNT THAT THEY WANT TO PUT IN THE WALL?!

An anger bloom in your heart, If these people took you for a coward then its finally time to put all the resent you felt for being branded crazy for months to work. Work in your fists, kicks and bites, you aren’t going to Go down without a fight!

The door open to a masked guy, big jester smile, to be met with your fist. The man shouts, be in surprise or pain you don’t have any fs to give, seeing an opening you put both your hands in the borders of the door and give ALL your juice into a powerful kick to his chest.

Your heart beats like a wild beast, you feel like one!

With the sound of chanting numbers and blood rushing in your ears the orchestra of this ‘act’ feels perfect, if the murderer thought this was gonna be your end then he’s in for a surprise!

You are fast to jump out off the box, still he recovers from your attack Just as quicklly and comes for you. You duck and use your shoulder to push him, he seems more ready as he also gives you a punch to the nape for your troubles. It throbs and you sure starts to see things with less clarity, from pain or your eyes tearing up a bit from your brain being treated like a rubber ball are a mystery to you.

He is stronger than you, but not as fast It seems, using your already lowered position you pull the dirtiest, most unlady like attack in the book and delivery a punch in between his legs. Not before he gives you more bruises to your back and head, tearing your towel away from you with some strands of your hair also being forced out, even with the protection of the raincoat.

He falls to the floor, his hands clenched in your clothes, or being specific, in your raincoat that you begrudgingly takes off to run away to the other side of the corridor. He shouts for you to stop, you don’t look back to know If he is already standing, you don’t care and your muscles pull in a way the haven’t in months, they burn so much you don’t know If you can take more out off you to fight.

Your hands start to tremble as well as your legs, your body is succumbing to fear or exhaustation, still you push yourself to climb the hand stair you find in the other side of the room. A hand clamps down your ankle and try to make you fall, even If your balance is disturbed you give a involuntary kick to the wall, your feet hurt like the Archon herself in bestowing a punishing upon you, but It seems that the same could be said for the guy’s fingers that were caught in between your ankle and the wall.

The stairs lead you to a small and dark room, you don’t give a second look before throwing the door open and in the time you have to give two steps away a lot of things happen. You don’t see, but the public gasps and applauds, fireworks starts going off, a hand shoots after you from the dark box and a freaking barril of glass filled with water starts descending upon it.

In a second, all its done, you are throw in the floor as if you were bowing in your knees to the audience, your body is numb but you know your back must be black and blue, your vision is ... You don’t know, but you can’t see right. With a blinding light focusing on you and the deafening silence, you give everyone a shaky smile and say “I was right”.

With various screams resounding in the theater, you rest your head in the floor. Is It water in it? Maybe there are still a piece of your old version in you, for now you feel like taking a nap.

You are so tired...

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Fufufu~

That's It for now, i mainly wrote for myself, but i still wanted to share.

I'm New to Tumblr and It makes me feel like an old granny that doesn't know How to work with the internet, so...i'm being one now. I decided!

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[junepingu]

Bob x sick reader

Fluffy

"oh god... My nose.." You say holding the napkin in your hand, realizing that for some mystical reason you have fallen ill, You've always been careful, but especially since you didn't have to work this week, you stayed at home, how can a normal person gets sick at home? You couldn't believe it... You hate being sick and you hate the feeling of your blocked nose.

You feel on the bed with a "uff" and stayed wihh the back towards the sheets, you were feeling like shit, how could this happened... You needed help... But you can't disturb people, your ego say try and do it yourself.

You heard 5 knocks on the window, you jump a little as you look at the sound, who could it be if not... Bob ..."Bob why are you here? And i already told you i have do-*COUGH COUGH*... Uuhh fuck" you cough hard as your troath started to hurt.

Bob rushed towards you and put his hand on your forehead, "ehy darlin' i thought i could make a visit and i think i choose the right time" he chuckle as he then took off his jacket and Red hat, he then went to the kitchen fast and returned with a glass of water and honey, you hate honey.

"what's that?" you pointed out a little disgusted, he saw that and chuckle for your face "oh now don' be a baby darlin', i know you don' like it but it's for your troath... C'mon now open your mouth~" he said with a Imperceptible smirk as he sit near you, you blushed even in a moment like this where there was nothing hot, you were blushing for his voice, "mhm.." you nope with your head, he said again as you nope again, he started to irritate but didn't show it, he stayed with a smile on his face, "y/n.. This is for your healt, it Will make it feel better after i promise just... Take it" he said Leaning his hand with the spoon full of gold honey near your mouth more, you You close your mouth more and turn away "mhm!", his face now slowly pissed "y/n-" he couldn't finish as you cough again, it was a bad one this time as you made a weird face "God... I taste blood" Bob made a strange smile and stare at you for a second "thats why honey Will help you heal it" "Bob i dont like honey! Give me something else but not honey" Bob sigh deeply as stand up and went to the kitchen again, returned after 5 minutes and give to you a glass of hot Milk, "okey maybe this one Will be more to you' taste, take it darlin'" you saw it and were more happy than before so you took the hot glass and took a sip "mmhh! Thats better!" he smirked mischievously and you notice his face and made a confused sound "oh honey... You really like it uh~", you blush a little "w-what" you chip, "the Milk... You like it?" you raise a eyebrow and stare at him "mhmh~ did you know that... Honey can melt right?" he laugh and you then blush in embarassment "wha-why!Bob i told yo-" he put his index finger on your lips and lick his lips "now now darlin' don't be touchy, that means you're going to be a good girl now and drink all the glass I gave you, right honey..? His eyes were almost closed and had that kind of shadows that made your back have chills and his mouth was arching in a smirk, this man could make you do things that you couldn't even control, you were all red and flustered now, so you decided you didn't have a choice even because you were feeling shit and your troath hurt like hell, why this moment was turning out in something else... Jeez why you were so horny all the time.

You then started to take more sip on the glass even because the cup was still hot, his face returned normal and his gentle smile returned, he caressed your cheek "good girl.. Just like that~ now you will feel better after drinking that" you felt chills and melt from his words... Why he has to make sexy everything he say, maybe is for his strong accent, he noticed that and moved near your ear and whispered in a very deep voice "you know... If you weren't sick darlin' I'd punish you right now~" you stayed still and froze in the spot you "Hahahaha!" you hear him laugh as you make a confused face "oh oh~ you should see your face now! I got you!" you became flustered and embarassed as you bring your sheets and cover your face, grunt in embarassment, he chuckle and came near you and caress your hands "oh c'mon now lambchop i was joking, but i have to admit that you ar' acting a little" you grunt and turn around away from him "gmh!" he took of your sheets took your chin in his hand and kiss your lips gently, you gasp as you slap his arm "Bob! You can get the flue too!" he chuckle and kiss your forhead.

After a while you were feeling sleepy, the little moment that Bob made a while ago was strange and even hot, you hope that you weren't so Cooled, anyway he was around the house while you were laying on your bed trying to catch some sleep.

Bob was right the Milk with the honey make out your troath and was better than the medications you took yesterday, Bob was cleaning all your angles and He was fixing whatever he could find at home, all this to help you he knew how much work you have so cleaning your house a little was maybe something that could make you feel a little bit better.

You feel asleep and Bob didn't notice cause he was in the kitchen preparing you some metal for later. When he finished he went to check on you and you were Snoring merrily, he smiles and giggles a little in your presence and goes to rest on the couch.

7 pm arrives and you were still sleeping, Bob notices the time and comes to your room to wake you up even if he didn't want to disturb you but you couldn't skip dinner, he wakes you up and you wake up with a small sound and get up, with his arm around your waist he accompanies you to the kitchen to eat, "Bob... Bob what did you make" you ask with a sleepy voice "i thought that you could need some juicy meat to refresh your energy..." he drol a bit as you were starting to eat he was staring at you with an intense gaze "Bob? Are you okey?" you ask him and he answered just with "yeah..."

You ate it all and it was delicious, you were now full and decided to sit on the sofà with Bob, he hugged you from behind and you laid your head on his chubby chest, "Bob...?" he hum "thanks... For... You know everything that you did today, you didn't have to" he looked at you and kissed your head "darlin' you don' have to thank me, i did it because i don' like seeing you like this" you smile warmly and hugged tight, At some point you couldn't resist but cough, your troath hurt again as you were feeling your head dizzy "oh.. GOD... I thought it get better? *cough COUGH* Bob He holds you tight and caresses your back, takes you a glass of water and gives it to you, "it's okey take this" you take a big sip of the water and it calm down.

"mmhh..it still hurt" Bob stare at you for a second and then got up, you couldn't see him but he was searching for something you hear glass clicking and snapping of a Jar, he smirk and came back with something behind he was chuckling, "what are you hiding" you chuckle, he then show you a glass of Milk... No... Not again you thought but then you started laugh "OH come on!" you laugh and he started to laugh too "you don' have a choice darlin' c'mon... It's only for tonight and then i will buy a Syrup for that..." you smile and took the glass in your hand, he sit near you as he put his hand on your waist you jump a little "wo..I didn't think I'd have this effect on you..hehe~" you groan and took a sip of the glass of Milk, he kissed your cheek and smile warmly at you, "good girl".

his hand now was caressing your side slowly, you blush by his hand, he realize and... "what?... Are you flustered?" you hide your face in his chest, "hehe~" he was laugh as you were trying not to melt.

He kissed your head and stayed like that for as long as you needed, as he noticed you falling asleep on his shoulder he catch the glass before it fell, he bring you up gently in his arms and took you to bed, he She puts you under the covers and you start relaxing between the pillows, he stays there for a while until he starts to She puts you under the covers and you start relaxing between the pillows, he stays there for a while until he starts to leave "Bob..." he turn his head fast you were still awake? "ehy darlin' you should take some sleep you know" you couldn't see him because your eyes were half closed but you grunt and Stretch your arms up as a sign that you want to hug "oh you want hug? Okey.." he close his Space with you and hugged you tight kissing you on your head, you didn't let him go as you wrap your arms around him tightly "darlin'.. I have to go.. Ehy..." "mmhhgg.. No..." he sigh "really.. C'mon let me go i Will visit you tomorrow" "please...stay.." he smiled again and as you insisted and your arms weren't moving he decided to stay for the night.

You wrap your arms around him as you kissed his lips "now you Will stay with me for the week" he was shocked but after a minute he chuckle and kissed you again as his hands were feeling your body "yeah.. I will stay even more noè thanks..." he said joking and you laugh a bit.

You two feel asleep and the next day you were feeling better but Bob wasn't as he open his eyes he Sneezes, he look at you unimpressed, you laugh at him "yeah thanks.." you kissed all his face "oohh poor baby, now I Will make you feel better bobby" you smile.

Ehy guys Im here again with a little oneshot, anyway i hope you are having a great day and hope you enjoyed, if you have new ideas let me know in the ask-box! 🫐✨🌼💗

[thatsmutaccount]

Eeeh, fuck it, I'm bored so I'm again here to talk about my ao3's stories.

So, "Rex New Life", chapter 7. Basically I divided the chapters of this story in 4 types: the Plot chapters, the Request chapters, the Special chapters and the Interlude chapters. Interlude chapters are basically me adding the definition of the "plot what plot" tag.

This one in particular is the first Interlude chapter I did and I'm honestly pretty proud of it.

Be warned, it's pretty intense, but if you like g*ngb*ng chapters this might be for you.

As usual beware of the warnings and if you liked leave kudos and comments

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: The day of the match is here, and as a good fan and "unofficial team member" Rex is ready to give all his support.

Also because in case of victory he knows that a big party awaits him in the locker room....

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WARNING: groping, blowjob, bathroom sex, locker room sex, deep troathing, gang bang, interracial, multiple orgasm, bareback, slight scent kink, slight pain kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, dom/sub undertone, spit roasting, size difference, creampie, bukkake, cock warming, fingering, messy sex.