#i literally pulled all of this out of my ass but i’d literally go feral
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i know we’re all grieving the end of mentopolis but all i can think about is the potential for a second season.
like we return to the mind of elias hodge and everyone is so happy, everyone is living their best lives. conrad’s gotten a massive growth spurt, dan’s still running things from behind the scenes (as he does) with some help from his brothers in the balls, anastasia is finally getting the recognition (and attention..) she deserves as the new mayor, imelda and lance are in a lovely open marriage (both becoming eager investors in one thalamus and sons), hunch never runs out of mysteries to solve, and the wayward interests aren’t so wayward anymore, thanks to pasha and the fix.
and elias is so happy. he’s working a new and better job, finally helping to make the world a better place and watching gobstopper industries fall apart, from a safe distance of course. he’s with his coffee shop girl. maybe they’re married now, maybe they’ve got a kid coming along soon, but no matter what, they’re so happy together.
at this point, the prohibition is a distant memory, and mentopolis is sunny and full of serotonin and endorphins and life.
but it just all starts to fall apart out of nowhere. elias has a target on his back. the psychometer was going to be gobstopper’s big moneymaker. they were never going to let him get away with it. and, sure, the whole company’s probably getting shut down, and most of their higher-ups might be locked up, but what’s stopping them getting back at the guy that did this to them? they could pay their ways out and just cut their losses, rebuild it all from scratch if they can, but do they really seem like the types to do that? they’ll hold a grudge, and they’re going to start all over again with the same evil bullshit and make back the money elias lost them, but they’re going to make sure he never gets in the way again.
#dimension 20#mentopolis#i’m not good at this but just like#COULD YOU IMAGINE#i literally pulled all of this out of my ass but i’d literally go feral#if this got announced i’d have to chew on a leather belt just to calm down#ofc it’s entirely possible to just ignore the last part and just think about them being happy. i love them so much.
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https://www.tumblr.com/naturesapphic/755752020343963648/if-youre-on-a-kick-for-writing-billie-stories I’m the anon who requested this and oh my GOD it’s so good, I turned feral reading it 😭 can we pretty please have a sequel? Maybe Billie tries to pull the same trick, but this time the reader wears a sundress without underwear because she’s expecting it, and they end up getting smutty in public even despite the risk to Billie’s career, because she just cannot *wait* till she’s home to use her favourite toy
Favorite toy
Billie eilish x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, strap-on, oral
Sequel: Billie’s teasing
Fixing your sundress, you headed down the stairs to see your girlfriend sitting at the kitchen counter putting on her hat that says “girls cum first”. “I’m ready baby. Where are we going again?” You asked her and she gives you a fake innocent smile. “I wanted some coffee and you’ve been talking about wanting to get some so I thought we could go there and just sit. It’s a small one so there’s not a lot of people there so hopefully no one will recognize me.” Billie said and you nodded.
“I’d love that baby. Lets go.” You said walking to the door and you “accidentally” dropped something so since Billie was in front of you, you purposely bent over to get. Billie’s eyes darkened as she saw your bare ass and pussy before her. She should have known something was up when you decided to wear your shortest sundress you own but unknown to you was that billie was packing. The two of you drove to the little deserted coffee shop near y’all’s house and Billie stepped out and ran to your side. She opened your door and you stepped out smiling at her.
“Thank you…daddy..” you whisper the last part in her ear and softly pulled on her lobe making her freeze in place. You took her hand and guided her inside, making sure you were shaking your hips to tease her further. It sure was working becuase Billie literally could not breath and she felt herself get turned on immensely. The two of you walked in the shop and Billie stood behind you, ordering for the both of you. As she was ordering she was behind you grabbing your waist so her pelvis was on your ass. You slightly whimpered as you felt her bulge against her ass and you whined quietly.
You were planning to tease her all day but you don’t think you could wait that long, you need her now and you mean right now. So when billie was done ordering you decided while y’all waited for your coffee that you would take her to the bathroom. You grabbed her arm and dragged her to the unisex bathroom meaning that it was only for one person. You pushed her in and immediately locked the door, when you looked behind you, Billie was looking at you like she was going to completely devour you. Billie pushed you against the door as she started leaving kisses all over your neck, running her hands up and down your waist.
She pushed up your dress to reveal your bare lower half and she moaned loudly. “Fuck…such a fucking slut Hm? Just wanted your pussy to be filled by me huh?” She said teasing you as she started undoing her zipper and pulled down her pants a bit to pull out her strap. She ran it up and down your soaked folds before pushing inside your throbbing pussy. You threw your head back and moaned at the stretching the fake cock was giving you and billie smirked against you. “You are being such a good girl baby…taking me so good…” she said lowly and you kept moaning.
A banging on the door scared the two of you but Billie kept fucking you. They kept banging on the door and Billie kept ruining you as She made sure that you were quiet by putting her hand over your mouth. The banging stopped and Billie felt you coming undone on her as she felt your cum on her thighs. “Such a good girl…come on. Let me clean you up and get our coffee.” She said sweetly as she pulls out of you slowly and puts you down. You stand on shaky feet as you fix your dress and wipe the tears that were in your eyes. Billie got some paper towels and gently cleaned you up, praising you along the way, telling you how much of a good girl you are to her.
You smiled and helped her clean up as well. After y’all presentable enough, you walked outside and went up to the counter to get y’all’s coffee. Some of the workers gave y’all glares while the others was blushing. The two of you didn’t pay any mind to it and went outside to the car, where the two of you sat inside for hours just talking until going home to spend the rest of the day together.
A/n: sorry I rushed this so much but I still worked on this for like HOURS LMAO so I hope you still like this anon and I hope the rest of y’all did too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)
#billie eilish x y/n#billie eilish x you#billie eilish#billie eilish x fem!reader#billie eilish fluff#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#billie o’connell#mommy!billie eilish#mommy!billieeilish#mommy!billie eilish x reader#daddy!billieeilish#daddy!billie eilish#daddy!billie eilish x reader
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Favorite fnc au, go
I was told not to overthink this, and then proceeded to overthink it completely-
I went on a fucking heroes journey trying to answer this ask, and though I know in my heart that anon just wanted a tiny glimpse into my brain, my ass was thinking far too much for a cohesive thought.
So here’s a couple that have been on the mind, fnc-centric
- Wild West AU
Yes, I’m also working on a Wild West AU for Ethersea, no you can never have too many cowboy aus. I’ve not done anything about this, I’m just thinking very hard about it, bc outlaws are literally land pirates. Anyways imagine you’re a bounty hunter Chip, going to bust some outlaws smuggling some stuff, and find a captive fish-man who seems way too feral for his own good. Imagine you end up recruiting this fish-man to help you hunt but immediately find out that whatever this guy is involved in, it goes WAY deeper than just getting unlucky and getting taken captive by some lowlife thugs. Shenanigans.
- Spaceship AU
(If you’ve ever listened to Swan Song by The Mechanisms, you get it) Chip finds this battered, strangely-shaped ship while stranded on a planet, and ends up stealing it, later discovering that the ship is powered by the mind of a long-dead champion named Gillion. Time for some space adventures! No tragedy here ahah :3 how much can it possibly hurt to fall in love with someone that you know you’ll never truly get to touch?
- Old Tattoo (the coffee shop au that lost its way)
This one’s literally just a self-indulgent (fully projecting) modern au where the albatrio are all adults trying to live a normal fucking life, while the universe is trying super hard to put them back together. (Soulmates frrrr) They eventually become roomates, and are also pulled into various schemes cooked up by Old Man Earl, as normalcy slowly begins to lose its meaning. They’re all trans, they’re all mentally ill, and they’re all vaguely aware of the fact that they knew each other in a past life. This one’s fnc-centric I think, unless PolyPirates demands it becomes known, and in that case I cannot stop it. I don’t control my writing my writing controls me.
Stone Age AU
This one requires knowledge of the Just Rolled What If: Stone Age session for it to truly make sense, but if you don’t have access to it, just imagine; what if there was timeline shenanigans a la spiderverse? Essentially, the crew of the Stone Age timeline fucked up in their world, and jeopardized multiple other universes. Chip and Jay from this world are completely immoral, and Gillion is trying his best to fix what they have done, while swearing an oath to kill his Chip and Jay. Stone!Chip and regular timeline Chip swap places, and while Stone!Chip learns of what could have been had things been different, the family he missed out on, regular Chip meets a broken and battered Gillion, devoid of that spark he’d grown familiar to. This au is mostly angst. I wanna talk more about it but I’d want that to be it’s own post (or fic)
#jrwi#jrwi riptide#just roll with it#just roll with it riptide#indrids ball pit#asks#jrwi fnc#just roll with it fnc#chip x gillion#jrwi gillion tidestrider#gillion tidestrider#gillion jrwi#chip lastname#Chip Jrwi#jrwi chip#chip bastard#jrwi au
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Imagine we have a friends with benefits kind of relationship and you’re obsessed with my cock, and my energy.
One night, I’m playing CoD BO2, with some of my friends, and you let yourself into my place, with the key I gave ya,
And because I established my free use rule,
You decided to take out your stress on my dick.
I see you come in and I mute my Mic.
“Hey sweetie, how’re you?”
Seeing you’re a bit stressed-
‘ I’m okay, just wanted to see you ‘
“ Well, come in doll, you know I love your presence.”
I unmute and resume playing, and you look over to see the weaponized 115 camo on my DSR, with my offhost mod menu, and the glow of my RGH, illuminating the room, along with my PC,
You walk over and set your stuff down, and take your shoes off, then lay on my bed.
The game ends, and I get up then take my headset off, and head to the kitchen to grab us both some water.
You stare up into the ceiling, the stress of the day just sort of keeping your mind rolling,
I come back
“I got you some water too. So, how was your day?”
‘ it was good, just stressful ‘
“Yeah? Wanna talk about it?”
‘ No, not really, but…… ‘
“Yes sweetie?”
‘ Daddy,
< your eyes become dilated and you look up at me, your cheeks beginning to turn red >
Could I use your cock, please, sir? ‘
“ Hmmmm, I mean I’m playing CoD with my friends right now 😅 - but I tell you what, let me play one more game, and then I can fuck you raw, how does that sound? “
‘ Okay! That sounds great! ‘
“Alright baby girl, thank you for asking daddy nicely, I’ll make good on my word”
~ I go back to my desk, and put my headset back on, and greet my friends again ~ and the game loads.
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Some time passes, and little do I know, because I can’t see behind me, your kitty starts to become drenched and you’re softly playing with it to the thought of me fucking you, and pinning you down by your throat, thrusting into you, leaving hickies on your breasts,
And the game’s 3/4 of the way done, and at this point, you’re too feral to keep waiting, so you get up, and take your shirt off, throwing it on my pillow,
And then you make your way over to me, and climb under the desk-
I was too focused on the game, as when you’re playing Free For All and using snipers, you have to have decent focus.
Anyway, I feel you pulling my shorts down, and I just look down to see you so hungry for my cock, that you literally just couldn’t wait,
And I mute my mic,
“ Damn, okay you needy cunt, you really need my cock, huh? “
‘ Y- …. Yes sir! ‘ ~ you say embarrassed and shy but with passion
“ Alright dumb whore, you’ve been a good girl for me, I’ll let you suck me off until I’m done, thank you for being my personal cum dump, princess.
Just make sure you suck and swallow every last drop if I cum. You already know how to please daddy, you’re a very proficient young woman.”
‘ Okay daddy, will do- ‘
“Good girl.”
And I unmute and you just start deepthroating my cock,
And keep going and going, and I try not to moan, but every time I anticipate it, I mute myself,
Eventually, you just sort of cockwarm me using your mouth, and as the game ends, I put my hand on your head and pull it down on my cock with more force, and then after the lobby shows, I tell my friends goodbye for now,
“Well I’m gonna hop off, I gotta take care of something”
{“ Alright man! Thanks for playing! “} you hear them say from my headphones, as you look up to me for air, squeezing my thighs,
I let you go and say
“Alright slut, you’re a good girl, I’ll take care of you, go to my bed, I’ll be right with you”
You do as you’re told, and get on the bed, and arch your back for me, and kinda wiggle your ass.
“ Now, I’m going to use you up, you know the drill, so you can stay the night tonight if you’d like, it’s quite late and you’re mine, and only mine, I don’t want anyone else to disrupt the process of your cunt molding itself to fit my cock. “
‘ Yes master, of course. I wanna stay with you- ‘
“Good girl, and in the morning, we can go get smoothies and hang out, I’d love to maybe go see a movie or somethin’ with you”
‘That sounds good’
“Right, well, I can see you already made a mess of my bed, but I love the smell of you and your kitty. I guess, thank you sweetie, but now it’s time I take care of you”
I say as I mount you and gently insert my tip
“ You dumb cunt, you love my cock so much, I should make a mold of it for a dildo, so you always have it “
I then thrust into you super hard, and you whimper and yelp, full of pleasure and you moan,
Just everything leaving your mind, draining your stress with every inch and thrust of my cock into your tight and soaked pussy.
I moan, and just keep going.
Eventually I pick up my pace and push your head further into my bed, and get more on top of you,
Nothing you can do but take it, and I feel your pussy squeeze my cock the entire time, and it only makes me harder ~ plus hearing your pretty voice struggling to compliment me and breathe~ just full of pleasure and love,
Eventually, I start to feel like I’m gonna ejaculate, so I quickly pull out, as you let out a big “AHHHHH” ~ not expecting it, I slap your ass, and you automatically turn around and fall to your knees, off the bed, and open your mouth, stick your tongue out ~ as I’ve programmed you to do for me,
And I quickly thrust into your throat, and shoot my loads, as I moan and call you “good girl” - feed you compliments like “look how pretty you are” - “such a good job” - “good little whore” - “thank you sweetheart” - and you swallow it all, every last drop.
I then rub your head and say
“You’re so good to me, I could never tell you how much I love you. Clean yourself up, you’ve been a good girl. Did daddy deliver on his promise?”
I say with a smirk,
‘Yes sir, more than delivered 🤤’
“Good. We can cuddle here in a few minutes, I’ll be back”
~ I go and use the bathroom, and you just fall to the floor and rest, closing your eyes and try to control your breathing.
I come back with some more water for us, and I see you’re exhausted, so I pick you up and lay you on my bed, and put your water on my side table, then I climb over you and lay down.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, if not more. You’re so sweet, I love how we can just do that, and there not be any red tape. I call you my whore, but you’re a hell of a woman. The fact you only submit to me is hot, and I enjoy it. As far as your kitty, I love using it up, it feels like it’s getting close to being the perfect mold of my dick. It’s quite nice <3 ☺️😋”
‘ of course, and you’re a good man, I’m glad you like my pussy daddy, I love your cock. ‘
“Well, I love your pussy more than you think, but anyway, I hope that helped love, cause-“
‘Oh it did daddy, don’t even doubt or worry about that.’
You say with a smirk and then smile
“Well, alright then doll. Well, it’s late, we should get some sleep, and then if you wanted, I’d love to get smoothies with you-“
‘And watch a movie, that sounds good, I’m free tomorrow’
“Lovely.”
And then we cuddle, and sleep. Then the next day, go and hang out.
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This is a tribute to the ‘anon’ who asked me to write a story last time, they’re quite lovely and of course, sexy too ♥️❤️
Hope you enjoyed this doll <3
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That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral
hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours
also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom
Lucifer:
You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!
You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.
Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!
About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.
He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.
Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.
Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.
Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.
Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.
Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)
Mammon:
Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?)
He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...
You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.
The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.
“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.
“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~”
You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:
“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”
“Honey.”
Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.
“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-
Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)
Leviathan:
Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.
You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams.
It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.
However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.
Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.
Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!
Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that.
Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.
You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-
You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.
Satan:
There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way.
Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.
However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism.
This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.
You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.
The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.
“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?”
(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)
Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-
When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.
Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on.
Asmodeus:
I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.
However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.
Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.
You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.
A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.
“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be careful of his nails.
Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”
“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process.
“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”
Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care.
Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.
Beelzebub:
Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet.
It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.
So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention.
You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)
A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:
You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.
Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.
The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.
The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.
Belphegor:
If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)
Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram.
Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.
So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place.
And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.
So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.
Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.
They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly.
The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.
“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.
#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS#obey me#my writing#obey me headcanons#obey me x reader#lucifer#mammon#leviathan#satan#asmodeus#beelzebub#belphegor#posts
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Which JJK male characters would be interested in anal sex with a female partner? He would be the one fucking her, not her fucking him. (Not pegging.)
my favorite asks are ones like these ngl i just <3333
anyways let’s get into ittt. warnings; anal i guess????
JJK MEN WHO ARE INTO ANAL
nanami kentō; he doesn’t really talk about it, but also doesn’t really not talk about it? he’s never gonna be the one to bring it up to his girlfriend, but god does he love it. something about power, something about how good it feels. when you ask him to do it, you mean it as a joke, but he takes it so seriously that you��re just. going with the flow at this point. he absolutely knows what he’s doing too, that it’s sort of suspicious when you actually get to do it like,,, he’s definitely done this before. he goes fucking feral when he’s inside of you. he makes sure to prep you properly beforehand. even when you get impatient and beg him to just get on with it, he won’t. he’ll stretch you out until he deems you ready. but once you are? no mercy. fucks you even harder than he would your pussy. just has your hips gripped in his big ass hands, basically just using your body. he makes your body go absolutely numb. you’re literally just limp on the bed while he fucks into you, so fucking hard. and his cock’s so big too that you’re so thankful he didn’t listen to your pathetic whining and begging before that. after giving you a taste, he makes sure that he’s brainwashed you enough to want it to be a regular thing. sometimes he does it when he knows you’re needy and need him inside your cunt, just cause <3
gojō satoru; okay to gojō, he honestly just wants to try every kink known to man. don’t be surprised if he asks you to try some weird ass shit like “babe let me piss on you 😍” i hate this man. but he does bring it up eventually, and begs, begs, for days, for you to let him hit it. eventually you reach a compromise: you peg him, he fucks you in the ass. it’s a fair deal, and besides, it’s another kink he can check off his list. he makes you watch anal porn a day before, like porn is the epitome of sex ed or something??? he doesn’t not know what he’s doing, but he’s also definitely winging a lot of it. puts his dick in after not that much prepping, but it’s like, bearable. honestly, he makes it really enjoyable for you, i’m not gonna lie. fucks your brains out, like he always does. and he pays attention to the rest of your body too while fucking you, so you’re just sensitive all over. also! he’s actually super soft with you when he’s first putting it in, just soothing you and rubbing your back and telling you to be good for him. but anyways, he loves it, like so much. he goes like three rounds that night, because he can’t get enough of how different, but good different, it feels. you’re just so fucking hot and tight around him, it drives him insane. also he’s weirdly into the way it looks, just his cock thrusting into your ass. absolutely fucks you in the ass while fucking your cunt with a vibrator or something. like he adores making you way, wayyy too sensitive.
itadori yuuji; saw it on porn and just desperately needed to try it. he was willing to do anything to let you try it with him. like anything. “babe i will be your bitch for a day if you let me,” ok then bark for me, yuuji. pls he actually does. anyways. you agree but on the condition that you actually research, and that does not mean watch porn. he just deflates like are you seriously gonna make me read about anal when i could just watch :( but he sits and pays attention because he’s not about to blow this opportunity of a lifetime. unsurprisingly, all and everything he learnt gets thrown out the window the moment he has just two fingers in your ass. two. with a cock like his, there’s no way he’s fitting after two. you’re just huffing and trying not to moan too load as you attempt to glare at him, telling him you need him to stretch you out more. nearly forgets the lube when he’s gonna finally get to fuck you, but honestly, he’s just so, so excited. you insist on riding him because you can’t trust that he won’t lose all his inhibitions, but honestly, bold of you to assume he can’t take control even with you above him. just jackhammers your shit, rip. he grabs you by the waist and pulls you to him, fucking up into you that you literally see stars. you’re trying to tell him to slow down, you’re not going anywhere, but he’s so lost in it. fucks you till you’re braindead honestly, like your eyes are crossing and you’re drooling everywhere, barely even letting out a sound. there’s no way you’re not gonna wanna do it again with him.
getō suguru; monster cock man will have you begging for it 😩he teases you so much about it if you ever like bring it up but deep inside, deep inside, he wants nothing more than to rock your shit. pls the PUN HFSKFHA. he also somehow knows what he’s doing, but like. listen. being with getō is so overwhelming like he’ll be fingering your ass with his mouth on your clit, and he’ll be teasing you, calling you mean names, making it act like you’re the one so desperate for this when you literally only just suggested it and he’s the one that was immediately pouncing on you. he preps you, every single time you do it, for way too long. like you’re properly stretched, but he still goes on to finger you, giving you just barely anything, leaving you literally drooling for more. when he finally fucks you, he goes so slow, but so deep and hard. he just has you bent in half, gripping and pushing at the back of your thighs as he slowly just pulls out, and thrusts back in suddenly, filling you up. you feel him in your throat, on god. if you beg enough, he’ll eventually just lean down, your legs on his shoulders, his hands resting heavily on the bed beneath you, and fuck you so hard you might, might, pass out. he has you crying and screaming so loud for him that your voice is basically gone the next day. plays with your pussy to make your orgasm even more intense, fingering you, rubbing at your clit. he loves when he finally pulls out and sees you gaping for him. even if it becomes a regular thing, he still absolutely makes you suffer with his teasing every time.
ryomen sukuna; oh my god of course he does??? firm believer of a hole is a hole <3 so romantic <3 actually, he tries to slip it in your ass halfway through sex and you were like 😳✋🏼 slow down there, sir, there’s a time for everything. unfortunately, you have to prep yourself, but he gets so impatient and pushes aside your hand, saying he’ll take care of it for you. i’d think he’d be so impatient that he won’t even prep you thoroughly, but actually it’s the opposite for sukuna. what’s the point if he can’t fit??? he doesn’t go slow, at all, at any point. soon as you’re stretched out for him, he grabs your hips and pushes his cock all the way in, no warning, no build up, nothing. he just makes your eyes roll back so far, your back arching up, and he’s so responsive to it, pulling you to him, thrusting into you harder, just fucking your brains out. oh my god and when he gets close enough to you, has you pulled up against him directly, the mouth on his stomach lets its tongue peak out, licking and slurping at your cunt as he fucks your ass. it’s honestly all a little surreal. sukuna has a lot to give too, especially in terms of cum. i said it before and i’ll say it a thousand times, he cums so fucking much. breeder balls <333 my point is, he’ll cum in your ass, then fuck your pussy and cum inside of you there too. he’ll have you properly full of him. he’s a possessive man, what can i say? also ! also. also. sukuna with— two cocks? idk how that would work, but if he could fuck both your pussy and ass at the same time? or both in your pussy? both in your ass? who needs to have a threesome when you’re dating the king of curses <3
#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#nanami x reader#nanami smut#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru smut#itadori yuuj x reader#itadori yuuji smut#geto x reader#geto smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#sal's thirst tag <3#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader
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Calanmai
Tamlin x reader smut
warning(s): breeding kink, risky sex, dom!tamlin sub!reader, tamlin being absolutely feral, degrading
It was Calanmai. The festival where all the High Lords gathered for the rutting magic of spring. My High Lord, Tamlin, would soon be finding a maiden to mate with for the sake of this years crops. I was simply part of his staff, but it would be a lie to say that I hadn’t been aching for him since I started my work at his manor. I would even go as far to say that I developed a crush on the male, his predatory personality and muscular body made me week at the knees.
But on Calanmai, I stayed in the house. I couldn’t bare to watch Tamlin choose a maiden right in front of me, knowing that she would get to him between her legs, him kissing her lips, him releasing his magic inside of her. So I cooked, swept, and washed my lord’s clothes as the ceremony began.
I was in the middle of sweeping when I heard footsteps. Not just any old footsteps, but the ones i’d grown accustomed to belonging to my master. And so there he stood, in the doorway of his bedroom. My sweeping took a halt as I met his hungry haze.
“It wasn’t hard to find you, Y/N. In fact, it was quite easy. I knew you would be here, wishing in the back of your mind that I would come breed you like the whore I know you can be.” He spoke deeply, and he chuckled sinisterly as I looked up at him in shock at his words.
“Oh, sweetheart, don’t act so surprised. Don’t think that I don’t hear you at night in your bedroom, desperate for release while you moan my name.” He was now pressing me against the wall, his muscular arms on either side of my face. The lord was a good bit taller than me, as he stood well over six feet tall. I felt like his prey as he breathed in my scent.
“You’re fucking intoxicating.” He groaned, licking my neck languidly before biting harshly, making me yelp more in surprise than pain. His tongue once again licked, soothing his feral bite.
“M-master—“
“Begging now, are we? Go on. Beg me then.”
“P-please sir…”
“What do you need? Hmm?” He teased, the tent in his pants getting obviously painful.
“I need you. I need you to fuck me—please.” That was all it took evidently, as the faery lifted me up and pressed into my crotch.
His length was indeed large, as I suspected. It felt so right, pressing right against my clit as he began to grind on me.
“Fuck Y/N…” He moaned, his breath against my neck drawing me further into him.
“I’m going to fill you up to the brim with my seed.”
That was all he said before throwing me on the bed, stripping me bare of clothing. He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs oh so far apart as his mouth immediately connected to my core.
He ate me out like a starved animal, slurping and fucking me with his long tongue. He wasted no time of putting two thick, long fingers inside of me, finding my g-spot with ease. His tongue flicked at my little bundle of nerves as my panting grew louder.
“Cum, that’s right, cum.” My pants became soft screams as I climaxed on my lords fingers, his tongue sloppily licking my mess.
His trousers came off, revealing a very, very pretty cock. 8 inches, veins along the shaft, round heavy balls, and a perfect angry pink tip, oozing his waiting arousal. I could have sworn I drooled as he spread my thighs once more, positing himself between my legs.
“Yeah, I’m fucking you.” He shoved two fingers down my throat before pushing the bulbous tip of his manhood inside of me.
I screamed around his fingers as he shushed me, rubbing my clit to ease the pain. But once I locked eyes with him, he went full throttle.
Tamlin slammed inside of me, balls slapping my ass over and over again as he milked me dry. His growls and groans were music to my ears as I fell into a state of existence beyond one I’ve ever been in.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He thrusted upon each word, making me squeeze like a vice around his heavy length. He reached down to pop one of my nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking, alternating to the other.
“I’m going to cum deep inside you’re whorish cunt. Going to paint your insides with my seed. Are you ready whore? Hmm? You better be ready.” He went at an all time fast pace now, pounding me so hard that his headboard began to hit the wall with a loud banging sound. His grip on my thighs would surely leave bruises. I began crying, literally crying from the intense amount of pleasure as he rubbed my clit to orgasm, triggering his own.
It was the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt—Tamlin exploding inside me. His cum kept coming, his balls clenching against my back side as he pumped me full. Once he pulled out, his hot liquid came with him. He took immediate notice and was quick to push his half/hard length back into me, plugging me up.
He simply turned me on my side, doing the same as he pressed up against me from behind. Meanwhile, his cock was still inside me, keeping me stretched around him.
“Are you alright?” He asked sympathetically, running his fingers up and down my arm as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“Y-yeah.” I mumbled, still coming down from my high.
I wondered what it would be like to wake up naked next to him as I drifted off to sleep. I was sure that the magic we produced would mean a bountiful crop season.
#tamlin x reader smut#tamlin smut#tamlin lemon#tamlin fanfiction#tamlin x you#tamlin imagine#tamlin x reader#acotar smut
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bye bye
a/n: bye bye american pie. BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS KINDA: the beginning credits had me sobbing. NOT SPOILERS: and i feel like 40’s chris had a dom side or maybe a sub side A FUCKING SWITCH.
summary steve is about to be shipped off and never told you about it….
pairing 40’s!steve rogers x 40’s!reader
warning smut 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving) light breeding kink, arguing, fluff, no protection(wrap it before u tap it.) angst, language, squirting, orgasm denial/control blah blah etc. (i think that’s it.) not proofread duh
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“how’s my favorite girl doing?” steve says as he wanders into his room where you had been sitting waiting for him to get home. “when the hell were you gonna tell me steve?” you ask and your voice breaks.
he turns to look at you and immediately sees the ripped up deployment envelope on his bed, in front of you. “y/n.” he begins but you cut him off.
“no, when the hell were you gonna tell me? or was i never going to know? steve, i can’t believe you. this is the lowest of low.” you say and he stares at you in disbelief. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe with your clothes in them but steve grabs your arms and jerks you to look at him.
“if you would listen for a goddamn minute, you’d know i was gonna tell you today. why’d you even open my mail anyways? he says and raises his voice slights.
“you were gonna tell me the day before you fucking left! and you ask me why i opened your mail? what kind of question?” you yell and once again steve stares at you in disbelief. “i’m leaving. have fun wherever the hell you’re going with peggy fucking carter. and i opened your mail because your name wasn’t on it and i was never informed that you were going anywhere.”
as soon as steve hears peggys names, a flip switches. “you’ve never been jealous before! what happened now?” he yells and you immediately turn around screaming at him.
“because you give her more attention than me and ive been with you before you became captain fucking america! i understand you were gonna get shipped off sooner of later but you didn’t tell me. don’t turn this on me!” you yell and steve grabs you by the face, roughly. “don’t talk to me like that ever again or i swear you won’t be able to walk again. and i don’t give her attention y/n. i’ve been avoiding her and refusing to be around her for the past month for you. literally rejecting her because i wanna be with a you.” he begins and you gasp slightly.
“even though this past month you’ve been so bratty and responsive. i didn’t wanna tell you because no matter what, i’d have too leave you and i don’t fucking want that. now stop acting like a brat strip, and get on the damn bed. and for this one time can you not say something back because you’re already in for it.”
you huff a bit when he lets your face go, but begin to unbutton your dress, slowly. steve watches you intently, “if you go any slower i’m gonna be shipped off. you’re all bark no bite.” he growls and you speed up. shagging your dress off and pulling your panties to the side.
you didn’t even notice that steve’s shirt had been discarded somewhere within his room. he pushes you onto you back, while pulling your legs open. you feel your arousal slide down your leg and chris notices quickly, “i haven’t even touched you. don’t cum. and i wanna hear you screaming and apologizing for yelling at me until i let you cum.”
you squeak out a “okay.” before steve dives in between your legs. just his hot breath on your heat makes you moan. his tongue rolls around your clit forcing you to buck your hips for more. “i’m sorry steve.” you mumble but can barely get the words out.
soon, your moans fill the room and you forget that he wants you to apologize. “i’m- im sorry. can i cum? can i cum please?” you yell and you’re pretty sure through the thin walls, steves neighbor can hear. he slips two fingers into you and continuously graze your g-spot.
his tongue flips through your folds like a book, and over your clit even more making your orgasm hard to contain. “i’m sorry steve. please let me cum. i can’t. i’m so sorry.” you gasp out and can feel steve grin in satisfaction. “i won’t yell at you again. just please let me cum!” you yell and the three letter word sends you over the edge.
“cum.” and you do. your orgasm comes so hard you don’t even realize you squirted on steve’s bare chest. “fuck” he cursed out and you slowly open your eyes. your jaw drops and a string of apologies fly out your mouth. “shut up… that was the most attractive thing i’ve ever seen.” he says and he looks so fucked out of his mind.
in one swift move, he flips you onto your back. and you can hear his belt jingling. once his belt is off and his pants are discarded, he pulls you up to his chest. “be a good girl.” he mumbles and before you can respond his whole length is shoved into you. a gasp and moan rip through you at the same time.
he pushes you back down, not forgetting to pull your hair so your back is arched though. “y/n, you feel so good around me. God-“ he moans out and even though you didn’t think you could get more turned on you did.
the sounds of skin slapping and mixed moans is music to both you and steve’s ears. “can i cum?” you ask in between moans. steve pulls you back up, hand flying to your clit. “cum. cum all over my dick and claim me.” he mumbles and another orgasm washes over you. a coil in the pit of your stomach snaps, which feels so good.
“you feel so good around me baby.” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. “i want you to cum again.” he mumbles but your second orgasm had already been building up.
you cum again, this time being better than the last. you squirt on steve’s dick and the moan he releases has you feral. “God, i’m gonna fill you up. have you full of my cum before i leave? maybe i’ll leave and come back with a baby?” he groans and you moan at his words.
his hip still a bit as they slow but they still snap into your ass hard. white ropes of cum filling your walls and you can feel all of it. when he fill you up, he doesn’t pull out. pushing you onto the beed, he mutters“keep it in.” and it sounds like a warning. he pulls out slowly, noticing how swollen your pussy is.
“you’re so perfect.” he says and rubs his finger over your clit. you jolt away and he pouts, “too much? are you too sensitive?” he whispers and you roll onto your back while nodding.
he grabs a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. before pulling you into his lap. “i’m sorry for yelling. i should’ve told you sooner but i just didn’t wanna because i don’t wanna leave you.” he whispers and kisses the top of your head.
“it’s okay. i overreacted so much, im just scared you’re not gonna come back. i need you.”
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@andiwriteordie @bottomlessabyssposts @wibble-wobbegong i can’t tell who if anyone will find this entertaining, lol, but i figured you guys might be the most likely to? Of tumblr people i know lol. 🤷♀️ so. Tada!
I have this idea I’m very attached to in the Spidey-Will genre… PROBABLY won’t ever be written, but lives rent-free in my head & makes me happy, so figured i’d share it.
So there’s this El-as-X-11 idea, which I’m quite attached to, because I feel that she and X-23 are quite similar in backstory with the Weapon X government program assassin thing, even if their powers are wildly different. Can’t figure out how to sibling-ify Will & El yet, but I’ll get there.
So let’s say, hypothetically, X-11 escapes.
And, hypothetically, she might encounter/live with this universe’s version of Hop, first. But then she has to run, for lab-related reasons.
Perhaps, after an injury she ends up breaking into an apartment, in an attempt to find a place to sleep.
And so, our favorite college student, Mike Wheeler, returns to his cheap-ass apartment to find a bloody body lying on his couch.
He tries to see if she’s alive/has any wounds, and she throws him half across the room.
It’s the start of a beautiful friendship.
From there, El continues to be a cryptid.
Mike can never tell when she’s actually IN the apartment, so he starts, like, talking to himself aloud as he enters as if she is, which makes him feel a little bananas, but that’s okay. He still jumps every time he turns a corner & finds her standing there, though. Every. Time.
They come to a compromise on the sleeping situation? Kind of? El has the couch whenever she needs it, she just… if she’s going to come over bloody, could she clean it up? Mike invests in heavy duty cleaning supplies, and worries vaguely about being charged with murder. He figures El would probably break him out.
Here’s the thing, though. El doesn’t want to go out in public, and she doesn’t want Mike to tell his friends about her. Which is… fine. No, really, it is. Like, evil lab people, Mike totally gets it—he’s met Doc Ock, okay?
But college has been, like, really weird, and it’s hard to keep in touch, apparently, and—whatever, obviously Mike assumed everybody was closer than the were or something, but the point is—the point is—keeping secrets is hard, and he doesn’t think the whole “keeping this a secret” thing is HELPING the distance between everybody.
And also, El keeps stealing his clothes. Her excuse is that she can’t go shopping in public, which is probably bullshit, but El’s wardrobe is… eclectic. Mike’s not sure where she acquired it all, but there are a lot of men’s flannels and jeans mixed in with punk clothes, so Mike’s pretty sure stealing people’s clothes is just a Thing El Does. It’s kind of sweet. Still, that sweatshirt was a present from Will, alright, so he’s gonna need it back.
Another Thing El Does? Fucking monopolize the TV. And like, Mike’s trying to be accommodating, but certain shows run at certain times, El, and Mike needs his emotional support characters, damn it.
And then there’s the cats. So. Many. Cats. Is Mike ALLOWED to have cats in this shitty-ass apartment? Fuck no, not that anyone’s gonna call him out on it, apparently. Does Mike WANT cats in his apartment? Well. Hypothetically, how would you feel about having to dodge these creepy bastards, constantly getting scratched, watching reflective eyes blink out at you from the shadows, having to pull apart LITERAL cat fights… look, El heals fast, right? She has a skewed idea of which cats are “friendly.” These assholes are feral, stray, and most likely diseased, and Mike does NOT have the luxury of super-rapid healing, and he’s already running low on clothes because of El so having the cats attack his wardrobe is Not Helping The Situation, AND! And one of the assholes fucking tried to eat Roary, okay, he’s all chewed up & Mike had to hide him to keep him from acquiring further damage, & he’s, like, traumatized now. Yes he’s a plastic dino. He still has feelings.
Besides, they can’t AFFORD this much cat food, el, or the vet, it’s not like you’re paying rent—
No, that does not mean you steal more cat food—
Also El keeps eating ice cream directly from the carton & putting it back in the freezer & it’s driving Mike batshit.
Anyway. Mike’s… mostly sure he has a roommate now? She’s around often enough, and he kind of thinks they’re best friends at this point? Maybe? El sometimes doesn’t understand like, boundaries & privacy & stuff, but Mike knows he pushes her buttons, too—they get snippy with each other, a lot, but like, in a friendly way? Kinda like him & Max, except the ex-assassin (he thinks she’s stopped? Probably?) is definitely nicer. Mike talked to Joyce about it—WITHOUT exposing El, obviously—and she said open conversations about boundaries are important with roommates? So Mike’s gonna talk to El about that when he gets home, and neither of them are going to be defensive or dismissive, and it’s gonna be great.
Honestly, having an ex-assassin sort-of-accidentally become his roommate isn’t even the WEIRDEST thing Mike’s ever done.
He used to flirt with Spider-Man.
#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers#(he’s mentioned)#(mike just doesn’t realize he’s mentioning him)#(because he doesn’t know will is spider-man)#el hopper#mike wheeler & el hopper#elmike#platonic mileven#roommates#roomates#which is the right way to spell roommates?#idk#fic idea#stranger things fic#spidey will#mike doesn’t know that tho#don’t tell him#shhhhhhh#joyce byers#joyce byers is a slay#stranger things crossover#kind of crack#stupidly long post#because i don’t do concise#did i mention#byler#because this is definitely byler#obvs
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Devil in Miami part 4
smut (spanking, squirting, strong sexual language) with a little fluff and some angst. enjoy! :)
I sigh and turn over in bed, looking out of my window. I can see the street light dimly lighting the cars parked up and down the sides of the road.
I turn on my back and stare at the ceiling.
Should I call him? But he’s probably asleep.
I pick my phone up and look at the time. 1:16 am. I laid down to sleep at 10 but haven’t slept yet. It’s been 2 weeks since I talked to Vinnie. I haven’t stopped thinking about him.
“Fuck,” I groan quietly and stand up, walking across the room. I start fumbling through my purse in the dark, and pull out the piece of paper with his number.
I dial it. It rings a few times.
Shit, why did I do this?
Just as I take the phone away from my ear to hang up, I hear a voice.
“Hello?” He answers.
I’m silent for a moment, wondering if I should still hang up while I have the chance.
“Y/n, is that you?”
“Yes,” I say quietly, being careful not to wake Lisa up in the room beside me.
He laughs a little bit. “Hey, princess. I was beginning to think I’d never hear from you again.”
My heart starts to flutter at his nickname for me and I smile.
“Is this a bad time?” I ask.
“Not at all, I just got home from a dinner party with some colleagues.”
“Can I come see you?”
“Tonight?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, of course. Do you need me to pick you up?”
“No, I have a car. I’ll be there soon. Maybe 30 minutes,” I say.
“Okay. You remember which unit?”
“I think so.”
“Alright, the door will be unlocked. I’m gonna take a shower in a minute so I might be in there when you get here. Just come on in.”
“Okay,” I say.
“Passcode on the safe was changed, too, so good luck,” he adds.
I start laughing, trying to stay quiet. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”
“You literally tried to rob me.”
“And you held a gun to my fucking head, but you don’t see me still bitching about it.”
He starts laughing. “You held one to my chest!”
I’m silent for a moment. “Well damn, you’re right.”
He laughs harder.
“Whatever, I’ll be there in 30,” I say, still smiling.
“Alright, asshole. I’ll see you then.”
I giggle again and hang up the phone. I put some sweatpants and a t-shirt on, sneaking out of my bedroom.
Lisa is asleep in her room with the TV still on. Hopefully it hides the sound of the door.
I creep across the kitchen to the back door, holding my breath as I open it. Relief fills me as soon as it closes behind me without having woken her. I just don’t want to have to explain myself to her.
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Once I arrive, I make my way into the condo. Sure enough, he’s in the shower. I go knock on the bathroom door.
“Yeah?” He asks over the water.
I slowly open it and peak my head in. I can see him through his glass shower door, rinsing soap from his hair. “I’m here,” I say.
“Okay, I’m almost done.”
“Also, the new passcode on the safe was too easy to crack.”
His eyes shoot open and he looks over at me.
I start laughing. “I’m just kidding. I haven’t tried it, yet.”
“I’m gonna kick your ass, y/n,” he says, smiling.
“I’m sorry, did you said you’re gonna lick my ass?”
He starts chuckling. “That too, if you want.”
I smile and bite my lip. “I’m gonna go sit on the bed.”
“Okay. Feel free to grab a snack or something to drink.”
“Thank you,” I say, shutting the door.
I get comfortable under the covers. After a few minutes, he comes out. His hair is wet, but not dripping. He had a black towel wrapped around his waist. I can see the outline of his cock through the towel. He looks so fucking good.
My heart rate and breathing start to pick up and I feel my cheeks flush. I close my legs tightly to create the feeling of pressure, adding to my pleasure as I watch him.
His towel comes off and he slides his boxers on along with some black sweatpants. I can’t take it anymore.
“Vinnie,” I say, quietly.
“Yeah?” He asks, looking through his dresser for a shirt.
I’m usually never this bold but I swear, something about him makes me almost feral.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” I smile.
“Yeah?” A wide grin spreads across his face as he turns to face me.
“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about your cock too.”
“Oh really?” His face flushes to a light shade of pink.
“Mhmm. And I’ve been thinking about you bending me over the bed and fucking me senseless,” I say, biting my lip and crawling to the end of the bed, stopping on my knees
“Oh,” he says in a deeper tone. His eyes flicker down my body. “I can do that.”
“Right now?”
“Say please,” he says, with a serious face.
“Please?” I give him my best pouty face. “And be rough with me.”
He smiles again and walks over to me, gently grabbing my throat. “I can do that too. How rough?” He asks in a whisper.
“However rough you want it,” I say, wrapping my hand around wrist. “You can anything you want to me.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” I smile. “Smack me, choke me, put me on my knees and gag the fucking life out of me. Bruise me up, make it hard for me to walk. Whatever you want.”
“We need a safe word,” he says, his hands moving down to my collarbone.
I think for a moment. “What about red? ‘Red’ for stop. ‘Yellow’ for give me a minute.”
His mouth pulls up in the corners. “Perfect.” He kisses the tip of my nose then grabs my hair, pulling me off the bed. “Get on the ground.”
I drop down to my knees and look up at him, waiting for instructions.
“Sit on your ass with your back and head against the bed,” he says in a low voice.
I get into position and he takes my shirt off over my head and unclasps my bra.
“Take your pants and underwear off,” he says, looking down at me.
“Yes sir,” I say, sliding my bottoms off.
“Spread your legs.”
I spread them.
He smiles and walks over to sit in the chair across from me. “Touch yourself.”
I nod and move my hand down, rubbing my clit, moving in gentle circles. I slide my middle finger inside of me, and start pumping slowly.
His cheeks flush even redder and his cock starts to stick up in his pants.
I stare into his eyes, biting my lip and start to pick up the pace. I slide another finger inside of me and press my palm against my clit to add to the pleasure.
Throwing my head against the bed behind me, I start moaning. The more I work myself, the wetter I get. I bring my free hand up and pinch my nipple, then move up to my neck to gently choke myself.
I feel that familiar pressure start to build and my stomach tightens, then the release.
“Fuck,” I say, looking down at my hand as it gets soaked along with the floor.
“I fucking love when you squirt, baby,” he says. His eyes are glued to my pussy, closely watching what I’m doing to myself. His mouth is slightly open and I can see his breathing is quick and shallow.
“Mmm, fuck,” I say again with a smile, throwing my head back again.
He stands and walks over to me. I start to get up, but he stops me.
“No, pretty girl. Sit there. Lean your head back again. I don’t want you moving too much while I’m doing what I’m about to do,” he says, pushing me back down in my knees.
He drops his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side. He brings himself up to my lips.
“Open,” he says.
I open my mouth and he slides his cock in as far back into my throat as he can get it, causing me to gag.
It almost becomes too much and I push my hands against his thighs, but he won’t budge.
“Take it like a good girl,” he says softly.
I close my eyes and open my throat trying to suppress my gag reflex. I start moaning against him and finally he pulls out until it’s just his tip in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he says, smiling. I take a deep breath in. He grabs the top of my hair to hold my head still as he starts thrusting himself in and out of my mouth.
Gargling noises mixed with both of our moans fill the room. Tears start streaming down my face from gagging and drool drips down my chin and on to my tits, soaking his cock.
After a while he pulls out and pulls me up to my feet.
“Bend over my lap,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I nod and climb across him, my ass up toward him.
One of his hands hold my head down against the bed and his other rubs my ass cheek and teases my soaking wet core.
I begin to let out a soft moan when he suddenly lands a hard smack to my ass. The feeling catches me off guard and causes me to yelp out.
“Mmm, fuck,” I moan. He smacks me 10 more times, alternating to each side of my ass.
He laughs a little and reaches around, gripping the front and back of my neck, rolling us so that my stomach is on the bed and my feet are on the floor with him directly behind me.
“Stay right here,” he says.
“Okay,” I say lifting my head toward him.
He pushes me back down. “And don’t fucking look back here,” he says. “If this is something we’re going to be doing often then we need to get the proper equipment. Some toys, restraints. All that shit.” He starts walking across the room.
The thought of this being a permanent arrangement between us makes me smile. “Yeah, we should,” I say softly.
“Whatever you have of your own, bring it over here.”
“Okay,” I say, closing my eyes. I can’t see what he’s doing but I hear the sound of a belt buckle as he walks back over to me.
“Do you have any toys?” He asks, standing behind me again.
I open my eyes again. “A few vibrators.”
“You won’t need those for yourself. I’ll be taking care of you from now on,” he leans over me and kisses my temple. His hard cock presses against my outter thigh.
A wide smile spreads across my face and I nod. “Okay.”
He stands back up straight. I know what’s coming so I bite the sheets beneath me and grip the edge of the bed. I feel the belt run down my back gently, then the feeling disappears. It’s quiet for a brief second, and then a sting rips from my ass up to my back. The slap sounds like a whip.
“Fuck Vinnie!” I moan.
The belt runs down my back once more before he hits me again. And again. And again.
I lost count in my head after 10 but I think we’re around 30 smacks now.
“God damn,” I whine. Tears are streaming down my face from the pain but it excites me at the same time. My heart is racing and I can feel the heat spread from my ass to my back and thighs.
“Have you had enough yet?” Vinnie asks, grabbing my hair and pulling my head off the bed. I see my mascara smeared against the sheets.
“Yes sir,” I say.
“Too bad,” he chuckles and lays another 10 smacks to me.
My ass is almost numb now, and my moans have turned into desperate whines.
Finally he stops and grabs my hands and brings them behind me, wrapping the belt around them. The position causes discomfort in my shoulders but I don’t care at this point. I just want to please him.
“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl,” he says in a low voice.
I do as he says and he lines himself up with my entrance. Without warning, he pushes himself all the way inside of me and starts thrusting hard. I’m barely able to keep my feet on the ground as he picks up the pace.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight. I love your pretty pussy,” he groans.
My face is partially buried in the mattress, muffling my loud moans. “It’s all yours,” I barely manage to say.
“All mine?”
I take a deep breath. “Yes! I’m all for you!” I whine.
The mascara in my eyes is starting to burn, causing even more tears to form.
“That’s right, baby,” he laughs. “Look back at me.”
I move my head around as much as I can to look at him.
“I love seeing those pretty eyes cry for me,” he moans.
I feel my core start to tighten around him. I let out small groans as my eyes roll to the back of my head and my breath stops. Euphoria washes over me as my mind goes blank, only focusing on the feeling between my legs.
“You cumming, baby?” he asks, picking up the pace a bit more.
I’m too wrapped up in my orgasm and can’t answer him. Once my high passes, I let out a pornographic moan. “Fuck yes!”
He pulls out of me, and grabs my arms to make me stand. “On your knees,” he says. “I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours.”
I drop and look up at him with a smile and a wide open mouth.
“That’s right,” he says smiling as he stroke himself over my face. His moans get louder and his head falls back as he cums in my mouth and over my face and hair.
I can’t help but giggle out of enjoyment. I fucking love seeing him like this.
Once he’s done, he takes his cock and shoves it into my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat a few times before slowly pulling out. I wrap my lips around him, swallowing what’s on my tongue.
“God damn it, y/n,” he says, looking down at me. I smile and gently kiss the tip of him.
He takes a few deep breaths and I stand back up. He turns me around and undoes the belt around my hands.
I bring them back in front of me, rubbing my red wrists and moving my shoulders in small circles to get my range of motion back. My whole body is sore but so fucking satisfied.
He smiles and kisses my forehead. “Come in here,” he says, putting his hand around my waist and leading me to the bathroom.
He starts the shower and grabs a rag from his closet, wetting it under the sink.
He wipes my face clean and checks the water to make sure it’s warm and then guides me in.
“Thank you,” I say, smiling.
“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he walks back to the closet and grabs a towel. “Here’s this when you’re done.”
I nod as he closes the shower door behind him and leaves the bathroom. I rinse off and wash my hair and body.
Once I’m clean, I stand there enjoying the warm water for a while. I look around and start to admire how nice the bathroom is. It’s huge with marble floors. A built in seat sits in the corner of the shower, and the shower head is one of the ones that hang from the ceiling, drizzling over you like rain. Separate from the shower is a large jacuzzi style bathtub. 2 sinks connected by a long counter sit on the other side of the room. Everything is so new and clean.
My mind flashes back to where I live and I imagine my tiny bathroom and tiny shower, with the nozzle that’s barely hanging in the wall and barely has any water pressure. I imagine the ugly peeling wall paper that lines humidity ridden bathroom ceiling, the cracked mirror of the medicine cabinet that never stays closed, the sink that always clogs, the paint splatters on tiles from the half assed attempt to touch the place up however many years ago, and the ugly tan color of the shower walls with the hard water stains that never stay clean no matter how many times I scrub them.
The feeling of envy creeps back in and I take a deep breath.
Maybe it’s materialistic and shallow of me to feel this way, but I grew up seeing the high rise condos lining the beaches, like this one. Seeing the nice cars on the streets and watching people party every weekend on million dollar yachts. Seeing people on jet skis and in helicopters, making their way up and down the coast and vacationing on the massive cruise ships that stay anchored in the bay and a few miles offshore. Living their life completely free of financial worry. Thriving in their youth, traveling, getting a good education. Not working overtime at a soul draining job for barely enough money to pay rent for a shitty apartment, but instead experiencing life at its fullest.
The lifestyle of the wealthy is one I’ve always been surrounded by, but never able to live myself. Always so close but so fucking far.
I wonder how Vinnie grew up. What got him into this lifestyle. Did he grow up like I did or did he come from privilege? He’d be fucking stupid to get in the business of crime if he didn’t have to. So in some sort of twisted way, I hope he struggled like I did. I hope he had a good reason to lead him to what he does now.
I sigh, realizing I don’t know anything about him. I don’t even know his last name.
After a few more moments, I turn around and shut the water off, reaching outside of the shower door to grab the towel he provided. I dry off and step out, wrapping it around me.
I clean my face of what what’s left of my smeared makeup in the mirror and walk out into his bedroom. He’s laying on the bed, watching some anime.
“Hey,” he smiles at me.
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Loki Imagine: "Starting Now"
tw: rather large age gap, swearing, major angst
fluff, angst
Loki x Stark!Reader
You were seventeen when you met Loki Laufeyson. And you must admit... you had a bit of a crush on him. He was being kept prisoner by S.H.E.I.L.D, his power too great and his blood lust overpowering. You found him... interesting.
It only took a couple of tries before Nick Fury found out you were spying on Loki. You would study his mannerisms. For a god, he was quite... human. But, that was before there was a code put on the door, one that was made to keep you away from him.
It had never been explained to you in detail exactly what Loki had done, and you were too busy doing other 17-year-old things to turn on the news. So, Banner kept you as distracted from the trickster god as possible, showing you anything and everything he could in the lab. But, you would occasionally see Loki being escorted to and from his cell, peering into the lab... grinning at you. You couldn't help it, you wondered what he was like... you'd also wondered what those beautiful black locks felt like through your fingers. But those thoughts were just fantasies... ones that would never come true.
You had never been close to anyone capable of that before, capable of killing. Let alone someone who had wanted to do it. But you were a fool... a child. You didn't understand Loki, you didn't understand what he'd done. Not that anyone had bothered to clue you in.
After things got out of control, Tony, your father sent you back to New York where you would stay with Pepper and train for the next three years. Where you would learn how to help your father. Learn how to be an Avenger.
You were nineteen when you saw him again. His hair had gotten longer and his face had aged, but the biggest change was that he was no longer considered an enemy of the Avengers. Now, he was simply accompanying his brother to the compound.
It was almost noon when you first woke up and began making breakfast. It was your day off and you were going to do your favorite activity: sleep.
"My, my" a velvet voice said from behind you, "look who grew up."
You didn't need to turn around to know who was speaking. You grinned and continued to smear butter on your toast. "For the God of Mischief, you really aren't very good at sneaking up on people."
You turned and threw the butter knife, it pierced the wall right above his head. He stood with his eyes wide, his shock was unjustified. For one, if you had wanted to hit him you would; two, he had to have known what you had been doing all these years, what your father required of you.
You took him in as he sauntered through the kitchen, leaning against the bar. He was in desperate need of a haircut, the black locks fell to his shoulders. He wore his traditional solid black suit, not a hint of color. Not even his signature forest green.
He looked tired... as if it had been not two years but twenty. Age had gone well with him though. He looked mature, as though the youthful pranks had stopped a long time ago, like the power-hunger had disappeared.
You smirked, "You've gotten old."
"Two years isn't that long, Y/n." He reached over his head and yanked the knife out of the wall, leaving a small hole. Pepper would kill you for that later. Worth it.
You took the knife from his hand. "It is when you're getting old and fat," you retorted.
Loki chuckled, "You are your father's daughter."
You rolled your eyes, "Did you need something? Or do you enjoy seeing the mental agony you inflict upon me?"
"Actually, I was looking for your father."
You pointed your knife towards the elevator at the other end of the room, "Lab. Lower level. You should be familiar with that wing." The wing he had been kept prisoner in. The wing you had strolled down almost every day when you were seventeen just to catch a glimpse of the handsome prisoner.
"Thank you, darling," he replied as he strolled over to the elevator. He smiled and gave you a wink before the doors slid shut. You rolled your eyes.
Darling? Absolutely not.
Dinner was the most awkward thing that you've ever been forced to sit through. The fear of Loki and his manipulation loomed over the table like fog. Steve was watching him like a feral animal that would attack at any second. As if he were a venomous snake ready to strike at any given moment.
"So," Thor cleared his throat awkwardly, "Y/n, your father tells me you've been training in New York. How's that going?"
"It's a lot of work but it's a nice way to spend time," you said through a bite of mashed potatoes. "Right now I'm focusing more on science so I can help Bruce and dad. But Natasha is really wanting to do more combat training with me."
"Y/n fights now?" Loki asked, grinning at you.
You shrugged, "Not much, but I could definitely kick your ass."
"Could you now? I suppose we'll have to put that to the test, won't we Miss Stark?" Loki said with a wink.
Natasha laughed, "Y/n is a bit too soft right now. Once she gets over her fear of actually hurting someone I think she'll be an excellent fighter."
"The knife she threw at me this morning must have been an expression of that fear."
"Y/n Stark!" Pepper said from the other end of the table, "You did not put that hole in my wall."
"He was annoying me!" You said defensively.
"He annoys everyone, you don't see Tony throwing silverware at his head."
"No he just blasts him to hell with his suits," you deadpanned.
Pepper looked at Tony. "You see where she gets it? I told you seventeen was too young for training. I told you that the violence would rub off on-"
"Can we not argue at the table, please?" You said, looking back and forth between your father and Pepper.
She rolled her eyes, "Fine. But you're going to fix that wall young lady."
"Fine," you sighed with a roll of your eyes. You caught Loki grinning at you from across the table and went back to picking at your food.
"Here I was thinking we were going to have a civilized dinner," Loki chuckled.
Cap scoffed, "Civilized?"
"Cap," your father said with a warning tone.
"What?" Steve said defensively, "I'm just wondering where a murderer gets off saying anything about being civilized."
"That's rich coming from you," Loki retorted. "Do I need to remind you of all the innocents you killed in Sokovia? So many lives sacrificed in the name of doing the right thing."
"Brother!" Thor snapped.
"I'm just trying to level the playing field," Loki grinned. "If I'm going to be put on trial, perhaps everyone else should get off their high horse as well?"
"We have never been on the same level, Loki." Steve snapped, "You tried to conquer this planet. You lied, manipulated, stole, killed innocent humans. All because you wanted a power trip. That wasn't Sokovia, we thought we were doing the right thing, all you wanted to do was the wrong thing. All you wanted to do was kill."
"You speak as though I don't have the ability to change," Loki leaned his elbows on the table. "Isn't that what being on this planet is all about? Second chances?"
"Not for murderers," Steve spat.
You didn't know Loki well... but to the extent that you did know him, you knew that when he was embarrassed he also got angry and violent. But not this time. Loki was the picture of serenity and calm as he stood from his spot at the table. "I see how it is," he muttered, "I suppose I should have just stayed... gone."
With that... he left.
It was 3 AM by the time you left your room again. For no other reason than to break into Thor's cookie stash. He was convinced it was your father that had been stealing from him... wrong Stark.
You prayed that nobody would find you digging in the pantry for two reasons. One: Thor would kill you for stealing his snacks; two, you were in your underwear and a tank top. Anyone other than Pepper seeing you in this state would be humiliating.
But, of course, you can never get what you want. Behind you, you heard soft footsteps padding their way into the kitchen.
"I didn't realize you'd be awake," the masculine voice said from behind you. You turned and saw Loki, shirtless in low-hanging black sweatpants. You did your best to force your eyes away from the dark trail of hair below his belly button and into his pants.
As your eyes met his, you could see the light blush on his cheeks. Fuck, he'd caught you staring. He cleared his throat, "I just thought I'd make some tea. For some reason, I don't sleep well in Midgard."
"Perhaps it's all the memories," You muttered as he stood next to you at the counter.
"For christ's sake, Y/n," he slammed his mug down onto the counter, "I am not that person anymore, you know that."
"Do I?" You turned to face him, "You killed innocent people, Loki. You killed children-"
"I know what I did," he sighed, putting his head in his hands, "I'm trying to fix it. I want to be better than I was."
"Loki we can't just trust you," the tea was long forgotten at this point, the water had probably gone cold, "not after what you did."
Loki huffed and yanked the butcher knife out of the block, placing it in your hand. He wrapped his hand around yours and put the knife to his chest, only a little pressure would need to be applied in order for it to tear his skin.
"Loki, what are you-"
He shushed you, "I am literally putting my life in your hands. I want you to see that I am done hurting people, and if you killing me is how to prove it, then so be it."
You tried to pull away but he pulled you back in with enough force to make your knees buckle. You weren't looking at the knife against his pale, muscular chest. But his blue eyes that were begging you to acknowledge his sincerity.
Your grip on the kitchen knife loosened. It clattered to the floor as you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your face into his warm chest. "I don't want to hurt you," you whispered.
You felt him sigh in relief, "I don't want to hurt anyone either. If anyone here is willing to trust me, I want it to be you."
"Why me?"
He pulled away and cupped your face in his hands, "Because you are the first truly good person I've met on this planet. You give me hope, Y/n." He pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"You don't have to be that person ever again, Loki," you kissed his Adam's apple gently, "I promise I will help you through this."
You felt him lean down slightly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you up to meet him. You immediately felt your breath hasten. You had been fantasizing about this moment since you were in high school... and now it was about to happen. Loki, God of Mischief, was about to kiss you at 3 AM in the kitchen of the Avengers compound.
Before you could take another breath, his lips were against yours. His lips were soft like you'd always imagined they'd be, and his mouth was hot like the rest of him. He groaned into the kiss when your tongue brushed against his. You raked your fingers through his hair.
He parted his lips from yours in order to lift you onto the counter, standing in between your legs, his hands trailing up your sides.
"Wait, wait," you gasped as you pulled your lips from his, "How do I know you're not about to use me?"
Loki smiled and tucked some stray hair behind your ear, "I'll never lie to you, my darling. I'll be good for you... starting now."
You pressed your forehead against his and kissed the tip of his nose, "Starting now."
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Winterrogation, Chapter 4: The Experiment
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Summary: The Winter Soldier has had his memory erased, but the doctor has a use for you yet.
Pairing: Winter soldier x fem!reader
Work Count: 1.6K
Warnings: sex pollen, minors DNI, dubcon/noncon, noncon exhibition, penetrative sex, rough sex, biting, fingering, humiliation, creampie.
A/N: Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites.
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You had sat alone in the Winter Soldier’s quarters for at least a day. You were confused by the recent events between you, but now knew for certain that he was a prisoner as well. A dangerous one. Despite that, you had found yourself actively worrying about him after they had taken him away at gunpoint. And then there were the guttural screams you had heard. You didn’t sleep well, those screams hard to shake from your head.
During your boredom, you had started to leaf through his military strategy books, surprised when a small, white feather fell out of one. You admired it in the lamp light, it’s delicate tendrils long and soft. Maybe there was more to him than you had seen.
While staring at it for the thousandth time, you heard the bars being removed from the doors. You guiltily placed it back in the book and shut it, not wanting him to see you invading his privacy, despite staying in his room. You were surprised to discover two guards behind the door, who once again escorted you without explanation down the hall, holding you by your arms. You lost track of the turns, your heart racing with fear. You found yourself in a room with at least a dozen men milling around and a large observation window behind them. The guards pulled you out of the way, into the corner, and held you in place. You unconsciously craned to see around the men and through the window until one of the guards yanked you firmly back into place.
“Gentlemen, may I have your attention,” one middleaged man said, standing with his back to the window. The room stilled. “Today we have a unique opportunity to test what our research team has developed. We have long been curious about its effects on super soldiers,” he gestured behind him, and you could finally see a nearly empty room, excepting the Winter Soldier in a chair, back rigid, eyes forward.
“Administer the pollen,” he snapped his fingers in the air, and a man left the room, reappearing on the other side of the window. He approached the unflinching Winter Soldier and injected him in the neck with a red substance. “It should take around 5 minutes to take effect. Let us introduce the target,” he gestured again, and you felt yourself being pulled across the room. The guards pulled you through the door and shoved you inside before latching it behind you. You would still hear the man’s words, though it was muffled by the thick glass.
“The target is known to the Winter Soldier, but he has undergone a memory wiping as of yesterday. It is known that they are sexually compatible,” he went on as you struggled to process what you just heard, “now let us observe the results. The pollen has reduced regular men to lustful dogs,” he chuckled, and the room joined, “unable to find peace until they complete in a target, but let us finally see how a super soldier reacts.” You shuddered at their detachment and amusement at your predicament.
You could now see that there was also a metal table to the side, and you gravitated toward it, feeling vulnerable in the large open space. The Winter Soldier continued to sit at attention in the center of the room. Did he even hear what they had said? You decided to approach him, and did so cautiously. They had said his memory had been wiped, which you didn’t even know was possible, but they also said you had a few minutes before the pollen likely took effect.
As always, you were intimidated by his sheer size as you moved in front of him. His eyes took a moment, but seemed to focus on you. You stepped forward slowly, with your hands out in front of you, again feeling that you were approaching a large animal, rather than a man. You searched for any hint of recognition, but were disappointed to find none. Like he was looking through you.
“Are you ok?” you asked in a low voice, “Did they hurt you?” His face didn’t change, but something told you he could hear you. You took a risk and stepped even closer. You could hear his heavy breath and see his chest gently moving in and out. You swallowed thickly, unsure of how to address him, despite how intimate you had been. “Are you alright?” you tried again, afraid to breathe.
The change was sudden. His eyes darkening, his jaw tightening, and his fists clenching at his sides. His groan of pain rang off the walls as he closed his eyes and stood, the chair flung like a toy behind him. Fear ripped through your gut as he towered above you, but your feet felt cemented to the floor.
He groaned again, teeth bared in a grimace, muscles on his neck bulging. His chest heaved and his eyes snapped open, then found you.
Your feet mercifully began to work as you stumbled back, trying to escape. It took him one step to catch up with you, his large hand grabbing your arm and rooting you in place. You turned to face him, terrified of what you would see. You had seen him lustful before, but his eyes were feral. He pulled you into him, biting into your neck with force. You cried out in pain, trying to push away uselessly. While still clamped down on you, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and literally ripped it to the neck, his hands desperately seeking your skin. Despite yourself, you could feel a wetness grow between your legs.
Shit. You forgot he can smell it. He pulled back, forcefully pulling your tattered shirt away from you, then tearing at your pants. His flesh forearm pulled your lower back firmly toward him, allowing you to feel his giant bulge. He growled at the contact, rutting against you while he buried his face against your hair. Your face was pressed against his chest, and his smell overwhelmed you, woody and familiar.
He lifted you effortlessly by your ass, you instinctively wrapping your arms and legs around him to keep from falling. He crashed you onto the table and his face pushed into you, licking and biting along your neck, chest, and abdomen while his hands roamed hungrily. He bit onto your bra impatiently as he shoved his metal hand down your underwear, his fingers entering your pussy with ease. You moaned as he pumped them into you repeatedly, and your head fell back, feeling your self control start to unravel.
That’s when you heard the cheering. The men observing you were hooting at the sight before them, and your cheeks heated in embarrassment.
“Please, no,” you weakly begged as his thumb found your clit, circling it deliciously as he pressed his erection against your knee. When you tried to sit up, his flesh hand found your throat and held you down. This display of dominance worked against you as you felt a familiar warm sensation building deep inside you.
“Not here, not here,” you chanted, your vision starting to blur from his grasp. When his teeth pulled your bra down enough to find your nipple, you snapped, your orgasm coursing through you as you bucked in his grasp, wailing. As you came down, you heard lascivious commentary coming from the observation room.
“Did you see that?!”
“I’d like to try her next!”
“Doc, can I bring this stuff home to my wife?”
The Winter Soldier was unaffected by their noises, dropping his hands to pull at his pants. The button flew off, hitting the wall with an audible crack, as he revealed his impressive cock. You found yourself clenching at the sight of it, wondering if it had somehow gotten even bigger.
He pulled you roughly to the edge of the table and pushed your underwear to the side, entering you slowly and letting out a cry of relief as his head fell back. Your walls accommodated him as you gasped for air, totally stuffed full. You never got used to how he hit all your spots at once. It occurred to you in some corner of your already cockdrunk brain that you had never seen him this raw before. He was usually in complete control.
When he began to thrust, you melted onto the table, keening rhythmically as you held the edge to brace yourself. He held your hips tightly, going deeper and faster than you remembered, and you were lost, everything gone but the sensation. The table scraped loudly across the floor, inches at a time, until it hit the wall and there was nowhere else to go. His face was red and covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes screwed closed, mouth hanging open as he panted. You were mesmerized by his every twitch, drinking in how you could read him so well.
He reached his flesh hand down to play with your clit again, your moans becoming louder. You knew how he liked to feel you cum around him to push him over the edge. This time you paid the audience no mind as you arched, waves of pleasure crashing over you again and again. He groaned in appreciation as he came inside you, his hips eventually stilling. He leaned over you, both of you panting for a moment before he pulled out.
He seemed to come to his senses then, tucking himself quickly back inside his pants and backing away from you, not meeting your eyes. You pushed yourself gingerly off the table, testing your shaky legs.
“Well gentlemen, it would seem it has a strong effect, but he was able to stave it off enough to consider the target’s pleasure. We will continue with our research to see what adjustments need to be made, and will provide you with a copy of our report from today’s findings. Clean this up,” the man waved his hand dismissively, and guards entered the room to whisk you off once again.
Chapter 5
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Stevie's new beard
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Birthday shot #2 & Kinktober day 8 - Beard kink
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Dividers by @whimsicalrogers
Summary - You have some strong feelings about Steve’s new look.
Warnings - 18+ only please, smut(m/f), dom Steve, daddy kink.
Pairing - Steve Rogers x female reader
Word count - 2.5k
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One more swift turn over the corner, your eyes squinting as you tried to concentrate, “That’ll show him,” grumbling under your breathe, pressing the scissors down, “done.” With a smirk on your face.
You had been working on cutting out Steve’s face from your honeymoon album. An album you had spent hours on, your blood, sweet and tears, literally, you must’ve gotten like five paper cuts working on it. But none of that mattered. You were mad.
No, you were fuming.
The previous year, you hadn’t been able to celebrate your birthday with Steve since he was called on an emergency mission. Which was fine at the time you had only been dating for a few weeks. And when he went to Siberia over a month ago, you thought he’d be back for your birthday for sure. Then you’d get to have him pamper you and baby you for the whole day, not that you needed such an excuse, but still.
It was one in the morning, your birthday had already started and you doubted that Steve would be able to make it. He had gone silent a week ago, for his teams and your safety.
Well, by the time he’s back you’ll have cut him out of all your pictures. Maybe you’d even go stay at your sister’s for a while. You missed her and needed a vacation and teach Steve a lesson. You wouldn’t be back until he’s growling on his knees - begging for your forgiveness.
Or maybe... he wouldn’t care. Maybe he’d be glad that you’re gone. You didn’t know what you’d do if that happened, you always seem to be weighing him down. You understood that being married to Captain America meant that you had to share him with the rest of the world. Most of times, you were alright with that. You didn’t care much for the Captain, he was fine but he was no Steve Rogers.
You sighed, giving up on your little project, thinking about maybe calling it a night. Hopefully your friends remember your birthday and do something special for you.
Slipping into Steve’s t-shirt – because as much as you were mad at him, you really did miss him. This was the longest you had been away from him.
Fluffing your pillow, keeping Mister Steebie next to you, you climbed on top of it. Ready to switch off the lights -
“Hey there, sweetheart,” you gasped when you heard the low rumble, clutching your neck, taken aback and panting.
Taking a deep breathe, you looked at your door over your shoulder, sighing when you noticed it’s Steve.
Except it wasn’t...?
“What the fuck?” you frowned and did a double take.
Getting off your bed and walking over to the door. He was still dressed in his dark stealth suit, his dirty blonde hair swept back, his jaw covered in a thick beard - a few shades darker than his hair.
You stopped a few steps away from him, taking in his new look. You didn’t know what to make of it but it did make you shiver - for some reason.
Your lips pressed in a flat line as you stared at him. He spread his arms out, in an attempt to hug you, probably, trying to close the distance between you but you took a step back. Eyeing him suspiciously.
“What’s wrong, doll?” he tilted his head to the side, giving you his Disney eyes.
“What’s wrong with your face?” you spat.
“What do you mean?” his eyebrows scrunched together as he rubbed a hand over his beard.
“Don’t do that!” you admonished him, folding your hands under your titts, perking them up.
“Do what?” scratching his beard, “You’re not making any sense, doll. Didn’t you miss me?”
“I did,” you huffed, “Do you know what date it is?”
“Yes, I do know. That’s why I’m here. I got back as soon as the mission wrapped up. Now come here and let me give you a birthday kiss,” extending an arm towards you.
“Nuh-uh,” you shook your head.
“Why?” he pouted. “I made it back in time, just like I said I would. I missed you, come on just one kiss... wait a minute. Is this about the beard?” You nodded. “You hate it? Tony said you would, I just didn’t have time to shave. I’ll go do it now then.” Since he was desperate for kisses and cuddles.
“No, don’t!” You pressed a palm on his chest, in an effort to stop him. “I mean, sure if you want to... but I don’t hate it. It’s kind of the opposite... I think. I just need time to process this.”
“Doll,” he exasperated, sighing, 'politely’ trying to tell you off. “I’m tired. And you’re really not making any sense.”
“I just fucking love your beard, ok!” you snapped. Your cheeks heating up at the brash confession. Clenching your thighs together. You shouldn’t like it as much as you did. It hides Steve’s beautiful face and makes him look so feral and dangerous. So not Steve.
“Really?” he quirked a brow, pulling you flush against his chest, “how much do you like it, puppy?”
“I - I don’t know...” Still embarrassed, you hide your face over his heart, rubbing your cheek against the rough kevlar of his suit. “I like it a lot, I think. Please keep it?”
He hummed, “But you won’t even look at me.”
“It’s a lot to take in, okay? It’s like, ugh remember when you saw me in my wedding dress?”
He'd never forget, he had cried like a baby. “This is nothing like that,” he rolled his eyes.
“It’s... give me some time. Small steps.” Bringing up a shaky hand to touch his soft fuzzy jaw, “Oh! Remember that time I bought that forties style nightie. And you went to town on me?” looking up at him, “This is like that.”
He nodded, finally understanding. “I get it, doll. But I’m afraid I don’t have time for ‘small steps’. I missed you so much,” Rutting his erection into your belly - as if to physically prove it. “And I need to make your birthday special. Treat the birthday girl right, huh?” He pressed his thumb on your cheekbone, caressing it, dipping his neck down to kiss you but you pulled away.
You hugged him again, standing on your tippy toes and nuzzling your nose in the crook his neck, his beard tickling you ever so slightly.
“I thought you wouldn’t make it. That I’d be all alone.” You whined. And then he comes back looking this good! Making it impossible for you to stay mad at him.
“Of course, I made it. Couldn’t let my best girl be alone. Now let me kiss you,” you shook your head again, “fine then. We can do your small steps. Let me eat you out,” biting the shell of your ear, “I’m hungry, doll.”
There was no way you could say no to that. “Oh - okay,” you gulped a huge lump of air.
Suddenly, he swept you off your feet, throwing you over his shoulder, his hand kneading your ass before smacking it, “Missed this sweet ass too.” he said, throwing you on top of the mattress. “I like this shirt on you, pup,” he smiled, his heart swelled as he felt strangely possessive of you, hovering above you, “But it had to come off.”
With a lack of finesse, his greedy hands ripped the poor clothing to shreds. He hadn’t gone so long without you. He needed to be inside you as soon as he could.
“Stevie!” You tried to chastise him.
He threw the shirt away, growling at the sight of your naked breasts, your hard pebbles, your hands coming up to cover them from his dark eyes. That won’t do, he pulled them away, pinning them beside your head. “What do you think you’re doing?” he frowned
You shuddered. Really, a beard shouldn’t make that much of a significant difference but it made him all the more intimidating. “Sorry, daddy.” You pouted. If nothing else, the D-word always worked.
He shook his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. He made sure to run his beard over your breast. Letting go of your twisting hand as it clenched on the back of his head. Your back arching, pushing more your body to him.
With a loud ‘pop’ he let go of your hard nub, shoving two fingers in your mouth and ordering you to suck and like he obedient doll you were - you followed.
He pulled his fingers out, snaking his hand between your legs, dipping them in your heat. Then he noticed it and frowned.
Looking to his side, a sack of flour? No, looked fluffy enough to be cotton. “What is this?” he wanted to know.
You were too far gone to even register his words but you vaguely heard him. You bit your lip, following his eyes. “Oh, that’s Mister Steebie.”
“What?”
“That’s you. I missed you and I needed a cuddle buddy. So I stuffed some cotton in a sack, dressed him in your flannel and drew your face on him.”
His 'face' was just two dots with a blue sharpie, golden hair on his head and a pink mouth. “It’s cute.” he chuckled, grabbing ‘Steebie' and putting him on the floor, “But you don’t need him. You have the real thing now,” he reminded you, trailing kisses down your body, pushing your thighs apart to make room for him and settling between them.
“I suppose I should upgrade him now. Draw the beard on. I wonder if I have a brown sharpie,” you mused, yelping when you felt his teeth grazing over your clit. “God!” you heaved, propping yourself up on your elbows you looked down at him. A few strands of his hair had fallen on his forehead, he looked ethereal. “You’re so pretty, Stevie.” Your hand caressing his face.
He leaned into it, having been touch starved for over a month. “You’re the pretty one, pup. Now, will you be good for me? Let me treat my birthday girl right?”
You nodded. Laying back down, running your fingers through his longer locks.
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” he asked
“No, I followed your rules.”
“Good, I didn’t either.” Not that he had the time or space to anyway. But he wanted to save himself for you.
“Thor told me, women like a nice thick beard,” rubbing his face on your inner thighs, “he’s a bit of an oversharer. But I knew you’d like it too. Guess I was right.” He was smug about it too. He knew you inside and out. More than anybody else, maybe more than you know yourself.
He pushed your thighs apart as you squirmed above him, trying to clamp them on his head. “Now, sweetheart. I thought you promised to be good. Do I need to tie you up?”
You furiously shook your head. “No, please! I’ll be good.” Normally, you’d love to be tied up. But you needed to touch him, his face and his hair.
“I know it’s hard, pup, just try a little harder,” He tongue nudging at your entrance. His fingers spreading your lips apart, “such a pretty pussy,” he praised.
Wrapping his mouth around your clit and pushing his fingers in your pussy. He made sure to gather as much of your slick over his beard as he could, to make a mess of it.
You threw your head back, trying your best to stay still, it was too overwhelming, too good, “Stevie! Stop, stop please,” you begged, pulling on his hair.
He immediately pulled away, hovering back over you, inspecting you for any distress.
“I want to come with you inside me. Please.” you said, fluttering your lashes.
He sighed, “Don’t scare me like that.”
“Come on! It’s my birthday. You have to do as I say,” you giggled.
“As you wish,” he shook his head. He would’ve given in even if it wasn’t your birthday.
His fingers scrambling to get his dick out of his suit. Kissing your neck, sucking on your special spot, he pushed inside you. Digging his fingers in your hips, he bit your neck, “So fucking tight, doll.” He groaned, he was at the end of his rope, he couldn’t take it anymore, snapping his hips with a swift thrust he buried himself inside you.
“Stevie,” you mewled, feeling his tip pressing against your special spot. “Right there!”
Pulling his cock out and then pushing back, “Here?” he wiggled his hips, pressing his lips to your jaw.
“Yeah,” you gave a shaky reply. Already on the edge as he kept ramming in on your g-spot. “Steve, kiss me please?” You needed to feel his lips on yours, to feel his beards on your face.
Circling a hand under your waist to pull you up and closer to him, his hips setting a punishing pace, he crashed his lips on yours. Clashing your teeth together. He moaned as you pulled his bottom lip with your teeth, before kissing him again.
Letting go of his lips, just for a second to pepper kisses all over his beard and then kissing him deeply.
You clenched around his length, pulling his hair, biting the hilt to his jaw to stifle your scream. Waves of pleasure crashing over you one after another.
He came right after you, with a few more thrusts, filling you to the brim. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you.
He laid beside you, on his side your bodies still connected. He couldn’t have any of his spend escaping your tight cunt.
He kissed the crown of your head. “You liked your first gift?” he asked as you hummed. “Don’t worry, I got plenty more for you.” he smirked already feeling himself get hard again in your pussy.
When you were quiet for a while, so unusual for you, your fingers playing with his beard, “What’s wrong, pup?” He tilted your face up so he could see it.
“Nothing,” you shook your head. Suddenly feeling guilty for ruining your precious pictures. “They need you more than I ever will - your team and this world.”
“That’s... true. You don’t need me. You’re a strong woman, if anything I need you. But that’s a good thing, sweetheart. You want me. And that's enough for me.”
“Really?” Your lips curling up in a big grin as you nuzzled his beard, feeling awfully proud of yourself.
Steve’s heart was big enough to share him with the entire world. That he could still love you more than you could even begin to comprehend. And always make his way back to you. You wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Heyy! May I request a smut scenario where Raian's animalistic S/o is in heat and breeds them?
OH YES THANK YOU!! I‘ve actually been working on this for a little bit then I got this request!
Warnings- Omegaverse elements, rough sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, doggy style, mating press, it gets NASTY.
Word count- 2258
I’d like to personally apologize to every person who reads this. I’m sorry for being fucking ✨G R O S S✨ and ✨H O R N Y✨
🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD- IT GETS NASSSTY🔞
It was quite unbearable to say the least. It was almost painful between your legs. Your heat was torture, especially since your mate has been out on a mission. He wasn‘t here to help you out. Your legs were crossed tightly. The ache had spread from your core all the way through your abdomen, it just barely pricked your lungs. There was an intense throbbing. You are quite literally a bitch in heat, and you hated it.
The pulsating between your legs was enough already, you sauntered to the fridge to get a cold bottle of water. You cracked it open and brought the bottle to your lips. You gulped down as much as possible. Your eyebrows were tightly knit together. Your phone was plugged in, though it was turned completely off. You knew if you didn’t you’d call your mate and sob for him to come home. He’s somewhere unknown, you know he’d only rile you up and make things worse. Your panties and a portion of your pants were soaked with slick. It made it uncomfortable to sit or even lay down. It a little too late to take your heat suppressants. They could help alleviate some of the symptoms, however you ran out a while back and had yet run to get some more. The empty box was sitting on the stove, practically mocking you. You didn’t feel like leaving your warm home, so stuck you were to deal with your own hormones. Your whole body was sticky with sweat, you felt feverish almost. The fact that it was also the middle of summer didn’t help at all. You sauntered back to the bedroom and plopped face first into the bed. You shoved your nose Into the blankets. It didn’t help that the bed itself reeked of Raian. You couldn’t stop your body as you crawled to his side of the bed. You pressed your nose into mattress and inhaled deeply. His sent was thick, musky, pungent, and overwhelming. Your instincts kicked in harder. You pressed your face into his pillow. You wrapped your arms around it, unable to control your movements. You inhaled again and again trying to take in as much as possible, only making your heat worse. An idea springs into your head and you shoot up. You abandon his pillow, You crawl off the bed and land on the ground and scramble to dresser. You no longer have control of your body. You pull out t-shirts and hoodies, Pants, socks, jackets. You press your nose into each one. You strip off your sweat-soaked shirt and pull on Raian’s. You take off your shorts and panties and put on a pair of his boxers. You throw on one of his track suit jackets he likes to jog in. His overbearing scent is all around you, eloping your body. His disgusting sweaty scent is beautifully overwhelming. The heat between your legs is very overwhelming as well. This only managed to make things worse. You scramble back to the bed carrying a load of his clothing In your arms, as much as you can carry. Your body is moving completely on its own, you lay in the pile of blankets, pillows and Raian’s clothing. You hug Raian’s pillow to your chest again, burying your face in it. You can’t control yourself, you buck your hips forword into nothing. You squeeze your thighs together, the slick makes them slide against each other. You try to get something. You can’t get the thought of Raian out of your head. Your hand makes it’s way between your sticky legs. Your fingers are already pushing inside. Raian made it clear to you already that he wants you to bear his children. At this very moment you want that more than anything. You’d want to be swollen with his pups, you’ll give him as many as he desires. As of right now you are at your most fertile, he could easily impregnate you at this very moment. And good god does that turn you on more than it should. You know it’d turn him on too. Your hair stands on end just thinking about how that would excite Raian if he knew. You know he’s just itching to fill you up.
Unbeknownst to you, Raian is coming home early. He finished up and is eager to come home. He tried texting you... and calling you, but he got no reply. He was quite frustrated. He hated when you didn’t answer him but it was in the dead of night. You are most likely asleep. He fumbles to get the door open. When he does finally swing it open, your scent hits him. He breathes in deeply. Your pheromones fill his nostrils and penetrate deeply into his lungs. The scent of your heat alone is enough to get his blood pumping. He pauses in the door frame, then he closes the door and locks it behind him. He can practically taste you on his tongue already. You don’t hear him as he rips through your home to your bedroom like a madman. It’s not till he grabs your wrist and rips your hand away from your throbbing core. You flinch, getting surprised that he’s actually standing before you. His chest his heaving, his mouth is salivating just at the sight and smell of you, his cock is already itching to be inside you. You almost can’t believe he’s actually standing here before you. He is with you now. To anyone the sight of Raian in this very moment would be a terrifying to behold, but to you it’s something you’ll treasure. “R-Raian!” You call out his name, tears prick your eyes. You throw your arms around his torso and burry your face in his chest. You can’t believe it, he’s actually here. Raian is startled to say the least, normally he’d just tense up when you hug him, but he places a hand on your shoulder. The desire in his body grows. He grips your shoulders and pulls you away. Your hurriedly wipe the tears from your eyes. “Rai-Raian I need- I need you please!!” There’s a feral look in your eyes, its the only thing you can think about. “Fuck, babe, you want me that bad-“ “Raian!!” Your eyebrows are knit tightly together. “Just fucking hurry up!” You order him. Raian is once again taken aback, your heat must be really bad. He just chuckles and unzips then takes off his track jacket. He pushes you down on the bed, taking of his shirt before climbing on top of you. Your lips are already on his neck, biting at the skin. His hand travels to between your legs. “Holy shit, babe, you-“ “Shut the fuck up, Raian!” You’re not in the mood to hear his smart mouth. Raian just brushes you off. He kinda feels glad he doesn’t have to do any foreplay to get you all hot and bothered. You’re already wanting him desperately. You bite down on his neck again, he hisses. He kicks off his pants along with his boxers, he sits back on his heels to pull off his boxers that your wearing. He lifts them up, pulling on the waste band, before can teases you, you smack his chest lightly “Will you just fuck a baby into me already?!” You yell at him, not realizing what you’ve said. He freezes, slowly his facial features change. A wicked smile spreads across his face. You can see almost all of his sharp teeth as he laughs wickedly. “It’s about time.” He says darkly. “A baby? Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you full of my pups now, don’t cha?” Is eyes are full of a dark feral look. Before you could say anything Raian snatches your hips turning you over on your stomach. “I’ll fuck you till your nice and round! Is that what you want?! You’ll be my own personal cumdump!” He sneers in your ear. “I’m not stopping till I knock you up, bitch.” He lifts your hips off the bed, shoving a few pillows underneath them to keep them nice a propped up for him. The blunt end of his cock prods into your opening, he snaps his hips forward. Your back arches feeling his cock all the way inside of you. “Raian!” You cry out, your fists are full of the sheets beneath you. Both his hands are by your shoulders. He dips his head down, you feel his teeth sink into the flesh of your back, right by the nape of your neck. He begins a brutal pace, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass fills the room. He begins littering your back with bite marks, he sinks his teeth into whatever flesh he can find. You stuff your mouth with the blankets beneath you, trying to muffle your cries. Raian is fucking you like an animal, he’s almost feral.
Your heat most likely forced him into his own rut. You feel his hot wet tongue on your neck, he growls. “Missed you. So much.” Is all you can make out. He lifts your hips up higher. His hands are full of your ass and he pushes your hips back onto his. He trusts up to meet them. All you can do is lay limp and let him pound away into you. Your first orgasm nears, it’s going to be one of many tonight, the knot ties in your stomach. Raian’s hips hurry against yours. His pace is still brutal. You feel a sharp sting as Raian laughs. He smacks your ass again and again. You scream into the sheets. Raian’s fingers tangle in your hair, his nails digging into your scalp. He yanks you back, pulling your head out of the sheets. “Can’t hear you, Kitten! Louder!” He screams from behind you. You reply with a loud groan. Raian laughs again. His hips stutter, he pushes himself as deep as possible inside you. He grips your hips, pulling your ass flush against him. His cock sputters, the feeling of him filling you up with his seed- its a familiar one. Your womb is being filled to the brim with another of Raian’s massive loads. He lets out a guttural sound, like one an animal would make and not a human. He pulls his cock out and flips you on your back, he forces your legs apart. You feel a little disappointed feeling your orgasm being forgotten. He points your aching pussy toward him. Slowly his cum begins oozing out of your gaping pussy. He’s got a wicked, feral look in his eyes. He take his thumb, pushing his seeping seed back into your fucked out hole. He shoves his index finger inside. Every time his cum threatens to leave you, he fingers it back inside. He’s feeling quite generous in this moment, his thumb brush’s over your clit, rubbing quick tight circles. That along with his fingers knuckle-deep within you is enough to have you moaning again. His white cum coats his fingers. His refractory period is close to over, you can see his dick twitching back to life, almost ready to go again. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy. He points them toward your lips. “Suck.” He commands. You obey him. You take his fingers into your mouth and lick them clean. His cum mixed with yours is bitter, metallic, and disgusting but you love the gross taste. His cock is hard again and itching to be in your pussy once more. He’s inside you again. Rain pushes your legs against your chest. His hips pin yours down, he’s trying to get as deep as possible. His hips snap against yours in short, deep thrusts. Raian rarely ever does missionary, let alone mating press. Not only that but he’s still thumbing your clit. It must be the excitement that you’re hopefully to be pregnant, maybe its got him feeling generous. His face is inches from yours, he’s still got his signature sick smile. “Ughhh I can’t wait to breed you.” He growls as his hips quicken. “I can’t wait for everyone to see you all swollen.” He continues, that feral look has yet to disappear. “I’m gonna dump my cum in you over and over and over again, till you’re crammed full~” His thumb quickens. The knot that was once abandoned reforms. Your orgasm approaches rapidly. Raian’s nasty words along with his cock making short thrusts and the way he touches your clit is completely mind-numbing. Your face winces as the knot finally snaps. You let out a high pitched cry as your orgasm racks through your body. Your legs shake uncontrollably, your gut churns, your pussy clenches hard around Raian. Watching and feeling you cum is enough to spur on another orgasm for him. You barely feel his though your own. Slowly you come down from your high. Your legs still twitch and shake. He’s wary not to overstimulate you, you’ve got a long night ahead of you. Raian pushes off you. “Fuuuuk babe! That was hot.” He chuckles. You feel too full, Raian stuffed you up good. The look in his eyes tell you that he wants to go again. Well, At least your heat is being taken care of. You place a hand under your swollen tummy. You can already imaging it being fuller. Raian leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Now.. let’s find something to plug you up with!” Raian says as he barks out another laugh.
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Hiiii can I get a sfw of manager headcannons? Of maybe all the guys crushing on their manager and how each guy would be as well as how they would deal with literally THE WHOLE GROUP liking you? The manager is bubbly and affectionate with them so it’s what makes them love you. Could it be inarizaki and fukorodani?? (Pls mention my boy konoha hes always left out 😔🤚) thanksss
decided to just combine these if that’s fine. sorry this took my longer than i thought it would.
no warning. just the boys crushing hard and getting a lil possessive over you.
inarizaki
i’d say that collectively, the boys are pretty discreet in comparison to the other teams’ behavior. they’re much more chill with you mostly because of the fear that they’ll chase their adorable little manager away.
and god knows they wouldn’t be able to replace something like you.
everything you did was just so god damned cute. the way you brought them little snacks to enjoy before and after their games, and how while you did care for them as a team, you also cared for them as individuals.
and that’s exactly what put them in their current positions.
at first it was weird, all of them realizing around the same time that their affections for their manager went much deeper than they probably should have.
and on top of all that? you were completely oblivious to it. they considered this to be both a blessing and a curse, as while they could get away with a lot, it was just so frustrating how you never seemed to pick up on their advances.
atsumu was the most bold of the group. he’d have no shame, commenting on how “your hair smells nice today” and how “those bottoms make your legs look so good.” it never failed to tank your once overly bubbly self down to a flustered mess, thanking him before dismissing yourself.
aran figured it was better for him to show you rather than make an attempt with words. always helping you when you struggled to lift something that you should’ve known damn well was too big for you. ushering you away from tsumu when his compliments became just a bit too overwhelming for you. he was like your hero.
suna decided to take a much more slick approach. making and sharing playlists with you with multiple love songs that he could only pray would get your attention, only for you to complain that you needed something “more upbeat.” he even offered you an earbud to listen with him on the rare occasion that he was able to snag a seat next to you.
osamu was also more of a shower than a talker, as his brother already did more than enough of that. his favorite thing was to bring you gifts. foods and maybe even small knickknacks that he claims he picked up because “they reminded me of you.”
and kita, while relatively quiet with you, decided that the best approach was to simply hold his silence with you. he worried you’d become overwhelmed by the others, especially with the team visibly doting over you more and more everyday, so he saw no problem in letting you seek comfort in his silence. besides, you took up most of the time running your mouth to him anyway. not that he was complaining.
while there were some minor disagreements and rare arguments over you, there was one thing they all seemed to agree on. all they wanted was for you to be safe.
which is why they were so protective over you. they couldn’t let their poor, sweet manager get her heart broken by some jackass just looking to manipulate them and toy with their heart! she was just too precious for that.
they didn’t do much directly. not immediately, anyway. if they saw someone seemingly flirting with you, they would wait until they went away to pull you aside, calmly encouraging you not to engage with that person again.
and how could you not listen when they all sounded so certain? it’s not like your favorite boys would ever steer you wrong.
no. never.
fukurodani
i’d also say that this team is also pretty discreet about their little crushes on you.
except for one of them.
“bokuto koutarou” and “discreet” don’t exactly belong in the same sentence.
but for the most part, everything was fine. you kept them all on track, and were even there to help bokuto through his mood swings better than anyone else. you were like a gift sent to them by the gods themselves. and, on top of all of that, you were so sweet and considerate. your energy brought light into the darkest of room. it’s like you wanted all of them to fall for you as hard as they did.
akaashi attempted to show his feelings by putting an effort into caring about yours. he was there to make sure you didn’t overwork yourself, and offered you such kind and reassuring words after a particularly hard day because god he loved the way your smile looked when he did. and even more, he enjoyed being the cause of it.
bokuto was much more straight forward. or, he was trying to be. but somehow you always seemed to brush it off without even realizing. he was always rushing up to you with a “you look so cute today, y/n.” “i’m so glad you’re our manager.” and you just couldn’t resist smiling and giggling at the walking ball of sunshine in your day.
and konoha— well, he pretty much just assisted you in brushing off bokuto. tugging him away whenever he kept bothering you for just a bit too long, and always jokingly reminding you to focus when your eyes wandered around the room too much.
as for other people trying to approach you? and with the intention to flirt? don’t expect to experience much of a reaction at the time, rather, they’d sulk in the realization that none of them can control you or tell you what to do.
still, they avoid this happening as much as they can. sending blank stares at those who look at you for too long. throwing “casual” arms over your shoulder in public while sending a sharp warning glance. even bokuto showed a bit more ice in his veins at the potential threat.
they wouldn’t be in denial about it either. they wanted you for themselves. you were too sweet to let anyone have, including each other. they all knew they shared the same feelings
they just never spoke on them.
nekoma
now now.
these mfs? zero chill. and zero shame or remorse about it either. it’s like a constant battle for attention.
even kenma craves your attention.
it’s literally a fucking wonder and a mystery how you stay oblivious to all of this when they’re literally always smothering you.
how could they not? you were so nice and patient with them, allowing them to bother you all day like that. it wasn’t a job many would be able to handle. but you genuinely enjoyed their company!
kuroo would compliment you constantly. got new shoes? he’s first to point them out. dyed your hair a slightly different color? you bet he noticed. oh, and if you ever need help with even the tiniest thing in any subject? you bet your ass you’re getting trapped in a tutoring session. but that’s okay! you were so thankful for him. the way you remained so positive and patient with him nearly melted him on the spot every time.
kenma attempted to show interest in you by doing exactly that. he paid so much attention to you as well. which, while it doesn’t sound like much, it was always a shocker for the people constantly around him to see just how much attention he showed towards you. it wasn’t to the same extent as kuroo, but it was enough for him to learn your favorite snacks and share them with you after he “accidentally” got too much for him to handle by himself. he could even be caught deep in conversation with you about a game you have never and probably will never play. still, he loved seeing how your eyes lit up as he shared his favorite things with you.
yamamoto was just what you’d expect from him. clingy, forward, and perhaps even creepy if you weren’t so sweet about everything. always giggling and pinching his cheek like a baby. you were going to be the death of him.
lev was just annoying. at least, anyone else would probably find him annoying. but of course not to you! he followed you around all day like a stray cat, finding comfort in the way you treated him so nicely and refused to scold him like the others. your words of encouragement only sent him spiraling in adoration for you. so you best believe your ass that if you asked for literally anything, he was more than happy to take care of it for you.
and yaku? he plays your white knight. always there to pry off yamamoto kuroo and lev, only to plop himself right into their spots. it was a constant game of tug of war and you barely even acknowledged it. it was almost painful to witness.
and even though there was lots and lots of bickering amongst the team over you, all of that was thrown out of the window at the idea of someone trying to take you away.
perhaps they were a bit dramatic, but that guy’s hands were a bit too low for their liking. why were you going around hugging bozos like him anyway? so like the feral pack they were they wasted no time springing into action, tugging you away for “important team matters.”
while you were naive, you weren’t a complete idiot. you scolded each of them quietly and sighed as they lowered their heads in shame. you ruffled lev’s hair as he stood in front of you.
of course you forgave them. which is why the same thing kept happening. over and over again.
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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)
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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.
He loves nature. He loves the forest.
Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.
Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.
The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.
He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.
The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.
He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.
Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.
How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.
Has his bedroom attached to the war room.
Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.
Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.
His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.
This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”
There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?
His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵
Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.
The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.
He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.
His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”
Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.
That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.
“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.
Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.
His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.
That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭
“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?
Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.
The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.
“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.
That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj
Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.
How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.
His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.
Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.
“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.
His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.
His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.
“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”
The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.
His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.
“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”
When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.
The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-
The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.
He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!
Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.
The Darkling lying: honestly
“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.
The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.
“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.
This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.
“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS
That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.
“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.
This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.
His shadows react to his emotions.
“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.
Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.
He gets so jealous of Mal.
Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.
When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.
His jokes are absolutely terrible.
GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.
How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.
That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.
Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.
The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.
This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.
Long haired Aleksander rights!
Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.
The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.
Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.
He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.
The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.
He always has to make a grand entrance.
This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.
“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.
Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.
Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™
Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.
“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-
This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.
He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.
He had an entire cult dedicated to him.
“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”
Save a Villain. Murder the King.
Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.
Theater Nerd™
He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕
The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!
He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.
Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.
Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!
Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.
He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.
I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨
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