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kujousgf · 1 year ago

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PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY. mdni. 19+.

pairings ; dark ! wanda maximoff + bunny hybrid ! f ! reader

summary ; wanda just loves to play games with her little bunnygirl, especially when she gets a prize at the end.

warnings ; mommy kink, dom!top!wanda, sub!bottom!reader, reader has long hair, pet names (baby, sweetheart, bunny, etc.), cnc (just in case), slight like so very minor violence, predator/prey dynamics, outdoor sex, hair pulling

wc ; 1.8k

Your heart pounds as you make your way through the cold winter forest that surrounds Westview, looking behind you every once in a while to make sure Wanda hasn't caught up with you. You were freezing, your thin layers and short skirt providing no warmth in the frigid cold of your current environment. You had tripped a few times already, your knees and palms a little bloody, so you're sure to make sure your glances behind are fleeting, enough to miss small details if you weren't looking for them specifically.

You stop to catch your breath near a small fire when you're sure it's safe. It is a little strange that this fire was here in the middle of nowhere, but you're not thinking too hard about it, just grateful that it's there. Your ears perk up when you hear a branch snap in the distance and your head whips around just in time to catch a flash of red hair moving through the trees. It takes about half a second for you to start off in a full sprint and you hear Wanda laughing behind you.

"You can run but you can't hide, Зайчик. No one can hear you scream all the way out here." And if they do hear, they won't dare come interfere, but Wanda doesn't add that part. She's quick to follow after you, heart racing, but for the opposite reason that yours is; she's excited. She's been waiting for this practically all week. She loved your little games, especially when you were the prize. She's been chasing after you for the better part of an hour by now, letting you think you've gotten away just to sneak up on you when you're catching your breath.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are." She sings, grabbing onto a tree branch and snapping it off, knowing your ears would easily pick up the noise. Her pretty little bunny... out here all alone, scared, tired and running. Just the thought of her catching you makes her dizzy with want. She hears a small thud and she grins, knowing she's got you now.

You'd tripped over a rock, not watching where you were going when you'd heard the branch snap, too busy trying to get away. You got up quickly, but not quick enough because she's gaining on you, so so quickly and you're too tired to run any faster. You know you've lost when you hear her steps slowing down, into a light jog, before they pick up again and then...

Oh no.

You feel yourself being pushed forward for just a split second until you're pulled backwards by your hair. Your back collides with Wanda’s front and she's quick to lock you in place by sliding a hand over your stomach and gripping your throat with the other. She leans down so her mouth is right next to your ear, "Tag, you're it." Wanda whispers, sadistic grin taking over her features, her warm breath makes you shiver and you tense in her hold. "You didn't really think you were going to get away, did you?" Her tone is condescending and cruel as her hand that was previously on your stomach starts to wander up towards your chest.

"It’s no fair, Mommy. I tripped..." You pout, turning your head and looking up at your girlfriend. "Mm, you did. And you still lost, silly girl." Wanda loosens her grip on your throat to use her thumb and index finger to tilt your head up, capturing your lips in a rough kiss. It lasts a second before she pulls away, "And since you lost..." She starts, pushing you down into the cold snow. You land with a whimper, barely having enough time to put your hands out and stop yourself from getting a face full of snow.

Wanda towers over you, dropping to her knees and caging you between her thighs. "...Isn't it about time I get my prize?"

You suppose there's no arguing with that, but you wish your girlfriend had chosen somewhere else for this game to take place. The bitter cold is making you shake under her, and you know she's done this on purpose, she even picked out your outfit for today. There's just something about seeing you so helpless that has her heart trying to tear through her chest. It's a harsh tug of your hair that pulls you back to reality, your back arching to try and relieve some of the strain on your long locks. You kick up one of your legs in retaliation, your heel colliding with the back of Wanda’s thigh. “Mommy, I’m cold!" you whine, "can't you get your prize at home?" She has the audacity to laugh at you, only pulling back farther on your hair, "Of course not, little bunny. I want my prize now, and I'm going to get it now."

She flips your skirt up with her free hand, palming your ass and digging her rather sharp nails into the plush skin. You think she may have sharpened them somehow before starting this game. "Now be a good girl and hold still for me." She lets go of your hair and you're quick enough in your reaction that you don't let yourself get a face full of snow, dropping your head down onto your arms. Wanda grips your hips and pulls you up so you're on your knees before speaking, "If you're lucky I'll let you make me cum later." Your ears perk up at that and she laughs, "Awww, is my little bunny that eager to please Mommy?” her tone is mocking, but you know she's pleased. "So desperate for me you're gonna let Mommy fuck you out here in the open, hm?" She pulls your panties to the side and you shiver as you feel her sharp nails as they drag against your slick folds.

"M–Mommy, you're gonna… make those go away, right?” Your ears flatten against your head as you imagine how much it would hurt for her to finger you with nails so sharp. "Of course, Зайчик. How mean do you think I am?" She waves her fingers and her nails go back to how they were before on that hand, but she leaves the others sharp as knives. "It's insulting, really..." She punctuates by pulling you up by your hair, your back flush against her front and you gasp softly, "that you think I’d hurt you like that." She trails her other hand down your thigh, across, and then up before flicking her index finger at just the right angle, slicing your soft skin with a nail and you gasp. "Silly girl." She brings her hand up and licks the blood from her finger.

She brings a hand up to grip your throat, keeping you flush against her while the other one moves to grope your breasts. "Please, Mommy." You whine impatiently, bringing your hand up to grab her wrist and try to tug her hand downwards. "Patience, bunny." She coos, tightening her grip on your throat, but she allows you to tug her hand down. " 'mph, please." You whimper, letting your head fall back against your girlfriend's chest. She chuckles, taking the hem of your skirt and bringing it up to tuck it into the waistband. "Alright, alright, if you insist." She leans her head down to press a kiss to your forehead and it's tender for just a second until she moves her hand up to pry your jaw open, forcing her middle and index finger inside.

her harsh grip is almost bruising and you whimper, trying to shake her grip but she holds you in place. "Be a good girl for me, baby." she hums, playing with your tongue. With her other hand she moves your panties to the side, too impatient to take them off, and gathers some of your slick on her fingers. "So wet for me, baby. I bet you've been waiting for this all day, hm?" She teases, circling her fingers around your clit. "Mhm, want you, please." You whine, though it comes out muffled due to the fingers in your mouth. You grab onto her wrist just in case she tries to move her hand away, she did love to tease you. But she was feeling rather nice today, and she knows it won't be long until you're whining at her to take you home because you're too cold so she decides to skip the teasing for today.

"You want me, do you, Зайчик?" She muses, moving her fingers down and teasingly circling your drooling hole. "Do you want me like this?" She asks, though it's rhetorical, as she plunges two fingers inside your cunt. You gasp out a moan around Wanda’s fingers, fighting the urge to bite down on them in case it results in punishment. She takes that as a sign to keep going as she sets a steady pace, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. Her other hand busies itself with alternating between fucking your mouth and playing with your tongue, wanting to make you a drooling mess.

Wanda knows her way around your body quite well by now, so it's no surprise that she's turned you into a pathetic moaning mess within a matter of minutes. That and she's quite positive that your heat is coming up soon. You've given up on trying not to bite down on her fingers, but it's not an unwelcome feeling for Wanda. You're trying your hardest not to bite too hard, but you swear you can taste a bit of her blood in your mouth. It's not long before you're close to the edge, begging and pleading for Wanda to please let you cum as best you can with her fingers still in your mouth.

"You gonna cum for me, bunny?" She coos, removing her fingers from your mouth to wrap her hand around your throat, squeezing just the way she knows you like it. She speeds up her thrusts when she hears your moans get higher in pitch and she lets you grind against her palm. "Please, please, please. Mommy, I'm gonna cum." You whine, her fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "Then be a good girl and cum for Mommy, baby." She curls her fingers at just the right angle and you fall apart, nails digging into the skin on Wanda's arm as you can't help but grab onto it, needing something to hold. She lets you ride out your high before eventually slipping her fingers out of you and you whine at the loss, suddenly empty. "Open." is all she says as she brings her fingers up to your mouth, prompting you to lick them clean.

"Time to get you home, sweetheart. It's too cold out here for little bunnies like you."

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anabdaniels · 8 months ago

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Rodeo prizes

Paring: Joel Miller x Female reader x Agent Whiskey

Summary: After meet Jack and Joel, you couldn't resist the idea of get into their bed.

Word counting: 1.6k

Rating: +18

Warnings: Oral (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration, p in v sex, anal sex, face sitting, slight voyeurism, aftercare.

A/N: I don't even know what to say about this one. Highly inspired by the masterpiece written by @cerridwen007.

Divider from: @saradika-graphics

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You never thought a simple tour on the rodeo could get so out of hand.

Yet, there you were, sitting on Jack’s face while he was eating you out and having Joel’s hand wrapped in your hair as you moaned with your mouth full of his cock.

Yes, definitely not a common Saturday night.

You started to flirt with both of them just for fun, but at some point, you were fully conscious that if any of them wanted to take you to their bed, you would say yes without flinching. You just weren’t expecting the proposal to involve both of them at the same time, and you expected even less your positive answer.

Any hesitant thoughts you could have vanished once both of them had their hands all over you, making you realize that their rough exterior had been completely undone while they showered you with kisses and praises, letting you free to put your dubious fantasies into practice. The last one was the reason why you ended up kneeling on the mattress with Joel standing next to the bed with his cock weighing on your tongue while your rationality was extinguished at each move of Jack’s mouth on your soaked cunt.

You were for sure loving every crumb of that, bucking your hips back and forth without even realize as you eagerly sucked and savored every inch of Joel you could, one hand resting on his stomach while the other squeezed the hand Jack had resting on one of your thighs.

As the knot in your lower stomach grew, you knew you would have to throw the towel; the soft scratches on your scalp and tugs on your hair Joel was providing you with along with the hoarse moans coming from him and Jack weren’t doing any favor to your self-control, so you didn’t try to keep it, letting go of the cock on your mouth, you rested your forehead on Joel’s stomach while you sank your nails on Jack’s wrist, rubbing yourself against his face, crying out when his nose nudged your clit, sending your over the edge, making you wet all over his face and start to melt, being promptly grabbed by Joel.

“She’s so responsive, isn’t she?” Joel’s voice came out husky as he petted your head.

“And tastes like heaven.” Jack’s voice came from behind you and you sighed when he planted a kiss on your shoulder, his lips and mustache still moist with your juices. You remained still for a moment as you enjoyed your laziness post-orgasm, biting your bottom lip as you felt both of the men soothingly caressing your skin.

Sitting on his heels, Jack pulled you to his lap, biting your nape and caressing your hips, resulting in you squirming and sighing with Jack’s throbbing erection pressing against your buttcheek. You were about to tilt your head, but Joel grabbed your jaw, making you look at him, causing your whole body to feel like your skin was burning. You squealed and sank your nails into Jack’s thigh as you felt his hard length sliding between your buttocks, slowly stretching your tight hole, making you give up and let your eyelids fall as your eyes rolled back. Jack smirked as you melted on his lap, wrapping one arm around your waist and softly nibbling your shoulder with one hand sinking in your hair. Unquestioningly you were about to turn into a puddle, what didn’t get better as Joel’s warm chest touched your torso, already convincing you that being the middle part of that sandwich was for sure a life-changing experience.

Needing an enormous effort, you opened your eyes to watch Joel effortlessly sinking his cock into your dripping cunt, taking a loud moan out of you; if you ever got told that someday you would be squashed between two southern cowboys, you would have laughed out of pure disbelief, but being living that situation, you started to ask yourself why took you so long to give it a try. You knew that every possible inch of you was filled by both of them and you couldn’t be more satisfied by it.

Jack occupied himself with kissing and nibbling the back of your neck and the curve of your shoulder as his hands moved to the front of your body, groping your breasts and rubbing your hardened sensitive nipples, causing you to whimper and melt under his touch. Savoring every detail of the beautiful view of you being all cockdrunk, Joel kept his gaze glued on every little part of your body, letting his calloused hands squeeze your soft stomach and caress your hips, smirking at the little squeal you let out as both he and Jack began to move more intensively.

“Y’such a precious lil’ thing, sugar.” Jack teased and nibbled your earlobe, making sure to let out a heavy breath against your ear. You were just about to turn your head to look at him while still processing his words, but Joel grabbed your jaw before you could do it, making you look into his eyes.

“For sure an unfairly pretty doll.” Joel praised while caressing under your chin, then leaned to kiss you, ruining the little crumbs of breath you still had, taking a deep sigh of you when his gray beard softly scratched your face. When Joel leaned back and broke the kiss, you inhaled slowly to catch your breath, but Jack didn’t give you the chance, turning your head gently and kissing you hungrily while wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you steady as he increased his pace once again. You could only whimper while your hand rested on his arm, scratching his skin hard.

As he felt your throbbing cunt squeezing his cock, Joel leaned to savor your slightly sweat skin, trailing kisses from your neck to between your breasts, then moving to softly suck one of your nipples. You contorted abruptly with that, making both of the men groan with the sudden motion of your hips. Needing to catch your breath, you had to break the kiss, leaning your head back and resting your nape on Jack’s shoulder as one of your hands sank into Joel’s hair.

The much you knew your body, you were aware that that knot on your lower stomach wasn’t being caused by the soft nudges of Joel’s cock against your cervix or because Jack was balls-deep sinking into your ass, but the result of their unstoppable attempts to send you over the edge, especially when they were way too good at doing it. You tried to say something between your gasps and moans, but all that came out was an incomprehensible mumble.

“What’s the matter, sugar?” Jack questioned while gently kissing your cheek.

“I’m… I’m c-” You were once more interrupted by your whimper as your hips moved involuntarily again.

“We know, darlin’.” He whispered against your temple with his mustache softly scratching your skin.

You got the last straw as Joel softly brushed his teeth against your nipple, letting yourself go, squeezing their cocks hard as your whole body started having small spasms and, even though you had two handsome men to look at, you couldn’t do more than close your eyes hard, feeling every muscle of your body tensing up before you got slightly boneless with that almost overwhelming orgasm.

Your non-stopping moving and whimpering made Jack throw his composure out of the window, sinking his face into the curve of your neck, moaning against your skin as he emptied every drop of his cum inside you, causing you to arch your back and bite your bottom lip. Mesmerized by the delicious scene of both of you falling apart, Joel couldn’t do any better than join the moment, biting the other side of your neck and letting his face rest there as his hands grabbed your hips tight enough to leave a soft bruise, keeping you steady as his thrusts became erratic and he filled your pulsing cunt.

You didn’t bother to try to move, feeling completely boneless and drained. After a while, you realized that somehow you ended up on Joel’s lap with him soothingly caressing your back and kissing the top of your head. No much later you felt Jack gently spreading your legs and carefully cleaning you with a fresh towel that felt like a caress on your hipper sensitive skin.

Once you were clean, you moaned lazily as Joel made you sit straight on his lap and you needed a moment to process that what was placed on your hands was a glass of water. You drank every drop from that glass, just then realizing how exhausted you felt.

With too much delicacy for someone with that constant grumpy face, Joel settled you on your side on the bed and spooned you without second thoughts. After turning off the light, Jack joined the two of you on the bed, also holding you and kissing your head when you tucked your face against his chest.

“Can I ask something?” your voice came out quietly.

“Of course, darlin’.” Jack answered in the same tone and Joel just nodded lazily behind you.

“Do you guys have any plans for tomorrow?” you couldn’t help a smile as both of them chuckled.

“What a greedy lil’ lady.” Jack finished his statement with a kiss on your temple.

“Don’t worry, honey. We wouldn’t dare choose any plan over you.” Joel confirmed and kissed your nape, nuzzling his face against your skin.

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apoloadonisandnarcissus · 2 months ago

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“Rings of Power” 2x07 - Speculation and Clues

Now that we established the “leaks” are fake, let’s get down to business and speculate next episode, for real this time.

What’s confirmed for Episode 7?

According to the director, it will be an Elrond-centered episode

Battle of Eregion: Orcs (lead by Adar) vs. Elven army (lead by Elrond)

Adar and Elrond share a chat (“You cannot defeat me in battle” Adar warns Elrond)

Arondir joins the battle

Annatar and Celebrimbor ("what have you done to me?"/“finish the Nine, and I’ll spare your city” )

Elrond at Khazad-dûm with Prince Durin (asking the Dwarves to help in the Battle of Eregion)

Galadriel and Celebrimbor emotional exchange

Want leaks? These are the real leaks.

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My guess is this dynamic (Battle of Eregion/Elrond and Annatar/Celebrimbor) will be the core of Episode 7, with Arondir side plot. Maybe Isildur and Theo, as well.

Annatar & Celebrimbor - "Who are you, truly?"

From the preview teaser, we know the “what have you done to me?” scene will take place in 2x07. So, it’s almost certain that Celebrimbor will discover Annatar’s true identity in this episode. He also finds out that Eregion is under attack, while Sauron/Annatar promises he can spare the city if Celebrimbor completes the Nine rings of power.

Two possible scenarios here:

Celebrimbor finishes the Nine, and only then he discovers Annatar is actually Sauron. This would mean that Annatar/Sauron would still pretend to be an emissary of the Valar when Celebrimbor finds out Eregion is under seige;

Celebrimbor discovers Annatar is actually Sauron. Then, Sauron blackmails him into finishing the Nine rings of power.

I'm betting on the second option.

Mostly because we, the audience, have yet to find out that the “miraculous mithril powder” Sauron gave to Celebrimbor in 2x06 isn’t mithril at all. My guess it’s Sauron’s blood (we saw him performing blood magic in 2x06), to mix into the alloy of the Nine rings of power, to bind and enslave the future ring-bearers to his will and create the Nazgûl (the “Ringwraiths”). And thus explaining why the Nine work differently from the Seven (the Dwarves’ rings of power won’t bind them to Sauron’s will, but create greed and lust for gold).

I think Celebrimbor will discover this, and that's why he tries to destroy the Nine (to stop Sauron). And, when we see Celebrimbor crying on the trailer, I think it’s after he realizes what he has done; not only at being deceived, or Eregion being under attack, but mainly because he gave Sauron the means through which he’ll conquer and enslave all of Middle-earth.

Celebrimbor will finish the Nine, and he will try to destroy them, only to find out he can’t.

Will Sauron take a hold of the Nine in 2x07 or 2x08?

I'm betting late 2x07, because 2x08 has a lot to deal with and many plots to close, and prep-up for Season 3.

This might be a wild guess, but I think Sauron is talking about Mirdania here, and she might be the one who gives him the Nine, bringing full circle as to why Sauron has been earning her trust and loyalty all season: for her to do his bidding, no matter what (causing fraction between the smiths, preventing Celebrimbor from finding out about the attack on Eregion, etc.). Will she leave with Sauron? I don't think so; his eye is set on another prize. She’s R.I.P. for sure, and probably won’t even survive this episode.

And this scene might actually be Sauron peacing out of Eregion with the rings of power, at the end of 2x07.

Elrond/Adar - Battle of Eregion

From the preview teaser and the trailers, we already know how this will go down (somewhat). In some teasers we’ve seen Elrond with a wound on his face, I think this will only happen in 2x08, and not in 2x07.

We also know Elrond will go to Khazad-dûm, and ask Prince Durin to provide aid in the Battle of Eregion. I think he’ll see Durin giving a speech to the Dwarves in 2x07, and King Durin III being against helping Eregion, but they won’t show up on the battle just yet (more on that later).

This will probably happen before the Elven army faces the Orc army, because logic.

This attack somehow stops (probably because Adar will flaunt Galadriel in a cage), and Elrond and Adar will have a chat (as we’ve seen in Episode 7 preview).

Adar will warn Elrond that his small Elven army can’t stop the Orc legions. My guess is he’ll use Galadriel as bargain here. As I’ve speculated before, Adar already expressed to Galadriel, in 2x06, his desire in knowing what comes after Sauron is defeated and the fate of the Orcs, seeking out a truce between Elves and Orcs, which would allow him and his “children” to live in peace, in Mordor. I believe he will propose this to Elrond, too.

However, there might be a plot twist in this scene, because every character wants Sauron destroyed: and in 2x07 Elrond might have to choose between saving Galadriel or stopping Sauron.

Elrond & Galadriel - Elrond's Choice

As I’ve already speculated in Part 1 of my “Last Temptation” megathread, and with 2x07 being an Elrond-centered episode, it makes perfect sense for this to be the moment when he has to uphold the promise he made to Galadriel, in 2x04. And this is exactly what I’m guessing will happen, and the majority of the people on my "People's Choice" Poll are way off mark here. (Or I am, we'll see).

This scene from the trailer is, indeed, Elrond touching Galadriel’s face, at the Orc camp. And it will mirror the first time they were introduced to us in 1x01, but on reverse and sorrowful, because instead of greeting each other, they are saying farewell.

My bet is Elrond will allow Galadriel to remain as Adar’s prisoner, probably to lure Sauron out, in the hope they might save Eregion still, and stop the Orc attack on the city. Plot twist: it won't. Adar is so consumed by his desire for revenge against Sauron, he won’t stop the battle.

Ironically, the clue is in the actual trailer.

My guess is this scene will play out like an actual goodbye between Elrond and Galadriel, because they believe they both can/will die (we, as the audience, know they won’t, but we can’t look at things that way). And no, there won’t be any kissing on the lips, for f*ck sake. Anyway, it will be a very emotional scene, nonetheless.

And this is why the showrunners decided to throw the Galadriel/Celebrimbor scene in Episode 7 preview, to make it seem it’s Elrond who frees Galadriel from Adar and the Orcs. But now you’re asking: if we see her in Eregion with Celebrimbor, who lets her out from Adar’s captivity?

The answer is: Ghûl, the Orc and Adar's wingman, wingorc? Winguruk? The Orc from whom Adar practically rips the war horn from at the end of Episode 6, to give out the signal to the Orc legions, to attack Eregion.

And now you’re thinking I’m out of my mind here, but stay with me.

Throughout the season, this Orc is the most fleshed out, and has a lot of screentime for him not to do anything relevant to the plot. He’s terrified of Sauron’s return, doesn’t want to go to war, and he’s the one with a family (meaning he has motivation and an character arc).

He has already shown interest in Galadriel, in Episode 5; he’s the one who tries to cut out a lock of her hair, when she arrived at the Orc camp.

Ghûl's gaze also lingers on Galadriel as she’s being dragged away from Adar at the end of Episode 6, warning Adar that an attack on Eregion is what Sauron truly wants, and that he’s taking his bait. And she’s completely right here, because we saw Sauron planting the seeds of this battle into Adar’s mind in 2x01.

So, yes, this is my guess, and I've seen other fans have picked out on this as well.

And why an Orc being the one to set Galadriel free is also important to the story? Last season, we saw Galadriel expressing some weird and genocidal views on the Orcs, going as far as vowing to Adar she wouldn’t rest until every single one of his offsprings were dead. Now, we know this won’t happen, and even after Sauron’s defeat in “The Last Alliance” war, there are Orcs on Middle-earth and Mordor (their kingdom) still exists. Galadriel will remain a central part in all of this, throughout the entire story. So, being released by an Orc would certainty contribute for her to broad her horizons and dilute her “black and white” views, and might come into play later on in the story itself.

Galadriel & Celebrimbor

From Episode 7 preview, we know that Galadriel will reach Eregion and reunite with Celebrimbor. Some could argue this scene is actually another one of Sauron’s deceptions, but I don’t think so. My guess is this scene will happen near or at the end of the episode, and Sauron/Annatar has already left the city by then. Sauron and Galadriel won’t reunite in Episode 7 (this will only happen in 2x08 because it’s one of the climaxes of the season).

Charles Edwards (Celebrimbor) has confirmed "Rings of Powers” isn’t following the canon where Celebrimbor was in love with Galadriel, and there is no build up or any foreshadowing for this, so we can scratch the eventuality of any “romantic” undertones happening in this scene.

By the time this scene takes place, I'm 99,9% sure that Celebrimbor already knows the truth of Annatar’ identity. What will these two talk about? Sauron, his plans and the rings of power. Galadriel promises Celebrimbor: “I won’t let you face him alone”.

There are several possible scenarios here:

Sauron fled Eregion after Celebrimbor discovered his true identify, but will return to collect the rings of power (like in the books);

Sauron is still somewhere at Eregion when this scene happens (or they believe he is);

Galadriel is talking future here (“Sauron already left with the rings, but if he eventually returns”/"We'll get the rings back and stop him", etc.);

Galadriel is talking about the effects of Sauron’s deceptions and corruption on Celebrimbor’s mind.

This scene will also be important to give extra motivation for Galadriel to go seek out Sauron by herself at the finale. By witnessing first-hand the extend of Sauron’s plans and what he did to Celebrimbor, she’ll go on a hunt for Sauron with a mindset of killing him, next episode.

I’ve already talked about this several times, but it’s always important to remember: in the finale, Galadriel’s plan will be to kill Sauron (probably using Morgoth’s crown + Nenya, as I've speculated before), and there is no doubt in her mind.

Hence the plot twist in “The Last Temptation” scene, and I already shared my theory on the most likely scenario to happen to make her snap her out of her murderous spree (and, as I’ve already said several times, I’m not a huge fan of this myself, but it's what seems most likely to happen giving the foreshadowing and clues so far).

What they will leave out for "next time"?

Celebrimbor's fate. *Spoiler alert*: I'm sure everyone in the fandom knows, but Celebrimbor will most probably die in 2x08.

I can be wrong, but I have the feeling we’ll only see the Dwarves joining the Battle of Eregion in Episode 8. Either way, my bet it’s the showrunners will “deus ex machina” them, and have them arriving when everything seems to be lost and that all Elves are going to die (pretty much like the Knights of Rohan in Battle of Helm's Deep in “The Two Towers”).

I don’t think we’ll see Númenor again this Season. Only if it’s Isildur plot, but it’s almost certain he’ll not join the Battle of Eregion, and just “hang out” with the human Southlanders.

The Stranger arc will be in Episode 8: when when he’ll earn his wizard staff and be finally revealed as Gandalf (because, let's face it, everyone saw that coming from a mile away). And I’m kind of disappointed, because I was hoping for him to turn out to be one of the Blue Wizards.

Unsure if the ��Dark Wizard" identity will be revealed. And, no, he’s not Saruman, for f*ck sake, Saruman is one of the Istari and a member of the “White Council”, and he only joins Sauron after “The Hobbit” timeline. I can be wrong, but I’m guessing they’ll leave that “mystery box” for next season, and, most likely, only reveal who the "guys in the masks" are, and why they serve him.

I’m betting we’ll only see the Balrog of Moria in Episode 8, too, and it will kill King Durin III (like in the books, earning its nickname of “Durin’s Bane”). There will be no Balrog in the Battle of Eregion, because Sauron can’t control the Balrogs (they are the same kind, both corrupted Maiar by Morgoth, so he can’t command them, and that's why the Balrog of Moria never joined Sauron's forces).

Just a warning: all comments concerning the fake leaks will be deleted, because we are doing serious speculation in here.

#trop season 2 #trop s2 #trop season 2 speculation #galadriel #elrond #celebrimbor #sauron #annatar #arondir #Ghûl #adar #adar rings of power #durin iv #saurondriel #Mirdania

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Kinktober: Public/Voyeurism

Garreth Weasley x You

5.9k words. Tags: NSFW / smut / Public sexual activity / Modern AU / Alternative Garreth / Drummer Garreth / Dirty talk / Voyeurism / Smoking / Alcohol / Edging / Dominance kink / Piercing kink / Corset kink

Garreth AI image provided by @newbienewness much love 💜😘 This one is for you xx

As the car slowed to a stop outside the apartment building, you took out your phone and typed a quick text to let Garreth know you were outside. Leander fiddled with the climate control and glanced in the rear view mirror at you. “Are you warm enough?” He asked.

You met his honey-brown gaze in the mirror and smiled. “I’m fine, Lee.”

Andrew put the finishing touches to his hand rolled cigarette and held it up, turning in the front passenger seat to look at you. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”

You wrinkled your nose and shook your head. “No thanks. I thought you were quitting.”

“Next month,” he smirked, sticking the roll-up between his lips.

“That’s what you said last time,” you said, shaking your head.

Leander reached across from the driver seat and plucked the cigarette from Andrew’s lips. “Mate, not in the car. How many times?”

Andrew swiped his prize back with a smirk. “Sorry, mum.”

“I’m not your bloody mum,” Leander grumbled, smoothing his hand over the dashboard lovingly. “I just like to keep a clean car.”

Biting back a chuckle as the pair began to bicker in the front of Leander’s spotlessly clean car, you turned to look out the window and saw Garreth sauntering down the path towards you. His black jeans were slung low on his hips, his Doc Martin’s still untied. He wore a black Slipknot T-shirt with no jacket, exposing his drummer's arms covered in full sleeve tattoos on both sides.

Your lips twitched as you studied him. Scruffy as usual, his red hair a tumble of unruly waves about his ears and curling across his freckled forehead, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone, he was the epitome of unhurried nonchalance. Not a lot fazed Garreth, and he seemed to drift through life with a smile, cracking jokes and causing mayhem in his wake.

You had known him since school, grown up with him, Leander, Andrew, and the rest of the gang. He’d always been a friend, a constant. His sparkling green eyes and cheeky smile meant the world to you. More than he realised, perhaps.

Pushing that train of thought aside, you shifted in your seat as he climbed into the backseat with you, dipping you a devilish wink as he reached around the front passenger seat to ruffle Andrew’s silken blonde hair.

“Since when do you get to ride shotgun, Larson?” He joked, chuckling as Andrew slapped his hand away. Unfazed, he made a fist and bumped it against Leander’s waiting fist. “How are we doing, lads? I’m ready for a few beers. I hope this band lives up to the hype tonight, I keep hearing good things about them.”

Leander put the car in gear and pulled away, heading towards town and the venue for tonight’s entertainment. Garreth snapped his seat belt into place, his eyes taking you in properly. He whistled, low and long. “Damn, you’re looking mighty fine this evening. Looking to pull?”

A blush stained your cheeks, and you lifted a hand to nervously touch against the lacy edge of the corset you’d worn. It was black and red silk, twinned with a flared black, lacy skirt and chunky boots with thigh-high socks. The corset pushed your breasts up into tempting curves, a silver pendant resting just above your cleavage on a silver chain. You had a black jacket with you, but for now, your skin was on show, displaying a shoulder tattoo and long, black lace, fingerless gloves.

“Maybe,” you replied, lifting your shoulder in a half shrug, secretly pleased he approved of the provocative get up. “I’m keeping my options open.”

His grin was sinful. “With those beauties on show, you’ll be spoilt for choice.”

You heard Leander’s sigh from the front, and just knew he was rolling his eyes. “Fuck sake, Gaz. Could you be any more obvious?”

Garreth smirked. “Yeah, yeah. Tell me you didn’t cop an eyeful yourself.”

Your gaze lifted to the rearview and Leander gave you a quick glance, his cheeks flushing. You reached forward to pat his shoulder. “Ignore him, Lee. If I didn’t want people looking at them, I wouldn’t make a show of what I’ve got. You’re all good.”

Used to their banter, and quite often giving as good as you got, you settled back in your seat with a smirk.

“Hey, I want good boy pats,” Garreth pouted, giving you puppy eyes.

“Pfft, that would mean you behaving for once,” you scoffed, throwing him a look. You gestured to his feet. “You could start by tying your shoelaces. Such a scruff.”

He wrinkled his nose in an impish way that honestly shouldn’t be that cute, and poked out his tongue at you, offering a glimpse of the black stud pierced through it. He had a black bar in his eyebrow, several piercings in his ears, and beneath his black T-shirt you knew there was one through his nipple.

“I’ll bite that damn tongue off one of these days,” you warned, snapping your teeth at him.

“I dare you,” he said quietly, rolling his tongue suggestively, his top lip toying with the stud. Your gaze dropped to the movement, a stirring feeling simmering to life low down in your belly, reminding you of when he first got that piercing. You’d been curious about it, and one night he’d given you a taste of how it would feel to kiss with a stud.

A one-off you’d both called it, just a little experiment. It was ages ago. But, you still thought about it, especially when he teased you like this.

“Behave,” you said, slapping his knee, ignoring the way your skin seemed to flush all over, turning your head to face forward as you tried to think of something else, anything else.

His chuckle was dangerous as he settled back into his seat, lifting one foot up to begin tying his laces. “Are we picking Poppet up, too?”

“Meeting her there,” Leander said, keeping his eyes on the road. “I did offer, but she said she was running late.”

Poppy was the other girl in your circle, and your best friend. Garreth had been calling her Poppet for years, claiming she was small enough to fit in a pocket. Pocket Poppet. She may be small, but she was feisty and full of life, and had no trouble keeping these heathens in line. It made her the ideal person to manage their band, ensuring they were where they needed to be, and making sure they got the best gigs. She had been running their affairs for almost two years now, and they were steadily growing in popularity and fame. Soon, you feared that nights out like this would begin to change, no longer being able to be in public without them being recognised. It had already started in small doses locally.

As Leander pulled into the car park, Garreth was already unbuckling his seat belt, grinning as he spotted their frontman, Sebastian, sitting on a low wall on his phone. They stuck their middle fingers up at each other in greeting, Sebastian’s grin matching Garreth’s.

Climbing out of the car, you felt the flutter of excitement in your tummy, anticipating time spent with your friends seeing a local band. Life kept getting in the way, and you cherished these get-togethers. It was just what you needed.

…*…

The press of bodies surged towards the wall of sound inside the venue, beams of light cutting through the darkness and highlighting the sweaty faces of the crowd as the band delivered. They were good. Really good. Clean vocals mixed with edgy screams, all packaged in tight drumming and filthy guitar riffs.

You had managed to get down near the front, Poppy’s head bouncing up and down at the barrier in front of you. Andrew was on one side, Sebastian on the other, with Leander and Garreth behind you. The lads had been recognised by a few people in the crowd. They had played here themselves on many occasions, and the regulars greeted them warmly.

Two enthusiastic lads behind were jumping around, a pit forming. You were buzzing, sweat trickling at the back of your neck, a smile on your face. As the pit began to erupt, you felt an arm slide about your waist, holding you steady as the chaos whirled behind you. Tilting your head back, Garreth’s smile shone down on you, his lips grazing your temple. You didn’t necessarily need his help. You loved a good pit rumble, but you let his hand remain against your abdomen anyway.

The grind of the guitars assaulted your ears as your body swayed, your back rubbing closely against Garreth’s chest. You tried not to think about his hand splayed against the front of your corset, or the way his fingers were dragging across the silk and lace, not to mention the heat of his breaths against the sweat on your neck. Suddenly, the music didn’t seem to fill you as much as it had been, every sense tuning in to him instead.

Your eyes darted to each of your friends, all of them bouncing and shifting to the music, their focus on the stage and keeping their feet, none of them were watching you melt into Garreth’s hold. Had you pressed back further, your shape moulded to his? It really shouldn’t feel this good, but it did. Your arms were raised, hand bouncing to the filthy riff line. You gave a roll of your hips, the curve of your ass rubbing against the front of Garreth’s jeans. It was really bloody loud in the venue, but you still heard the hitch in his breath, felt it against the sensitive skin below your ear.

A simmering burn coiled up through you, making you bite your lip as you dared to shift your hips again. His grip curled tighter against the corset, his other hand cupping your hip as he pressed even closer into you, your own lungs constricting as his nose brushed up against your jaw. Your eyes fluttered to stare up at the arched ceiling, a criss cross of coloured beams strobing over it as your body undulated with his.

The corset suddenly felt too tight, restrictive, your breasts heaving above it as you felt the undeniable press of a hard-on against your arse. Alcohol, adrenaline, and pure desire lit your veins, giving you the audacity to rub suggestively against that swelling length, and you were rewarded with a filthy groan into your ear.

Gulping at the sheer sin of it, you side-eyed Andrew, but he wasn’t looking. Seb was fully focused on the band, his arm reaching to grasp the barrier whilst shielding Poppy from the surging press behind you all. You couldn’t see Leander. What if he was watching you? Noticing the way Garreth was pressing his pelvis tightly against you, how dangerously close his mouth was to your neck.

“Wanna play?” Garreth breathed into your ear, his fingers dragging lazy circles over your hip.

Heat pulsed outwards from your core, your mind scrambling. Oh, but you did want to play. So bad. It was risky, though. He was one of your best friends, you could be seen by your other mates and the press of people around you. What if it fucked things up between you?

“People can see us,” you pointed out, turning your head so he could hear you. That was a dangerous move, though. Your mouth hovered near his, your eyes clashing with blazing green. He ran his tongue stud over his top lip, slowly. The git knew what he was doing and grinned, his fingers grasping your jaw to turn your head back towards the stage. Your heart pounded in your throat.

“Focus on the stage, act normal,” he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. You shivered, but did as he asked. His fingers dragged down from your jaw, across your throat and over your shoulder, drawing goosebumps in a shuddering wave over your flesh. “Nod if you want to play.”

Heart hammering behind your ribs, blood thrumming with madness, you nodded.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

Fuck!

Breathless, you moved with the crowd, Garreth holding you close even though you arched willingly against him. Every long, lingering look that had passed between you, every flirty comment, every teasing and daring touch, the weight of suggestion that hung between you both, it had all led to this.

“I love this corset,” he murmured into your ear, fingers tracing at your waist. “So fucking sexy.”

You fought to keep your attention on the lead singer as Garreth’s hand slid to the small of your back. You felt his fingers hook up under the laces of the corset, and a flare of panic shot through you. Was he going to loosen them? You pressed your hand to your breasts, breathing hard.

“It’s killing me,” he moaned, and he tugged playfully on the bindings. “I want to fuck you in this. Say you’ll let me.”

Gasping you turned your head, almost crying out as his fingers pressed to your jaw and turned you back. “Focus, sweetheart,” he warned, pressing his hips into you, his dick nudging eagerly. He risked a quick peck of his lips near your ear. “Be good for me.”

Grasping your silver pendant because you needed to cling to something, you bit your lip and squirmed, the need for friction burning a blazing trail between your thighs. The very idea of him fucking you whilst wearing the corset had you trembling, thighs clenching with aching anticipation.

His hips flexed into you, his hand sliding down your hip until you felt his fingertips graze against your outer thigh. The skirt was short, lacy, and flared, your bare flesh on show above the lace topped, long socks you wore. His breath ghosted your neck, your pulse thundering in response.

“Nod for yes, shake for no,” he instructed into your ear. “And if you wanna stop at any point, three taps on my arm or leg. Okay?”

You could barely breathe, eyes wide as you strained to keep them fixed on the stage and not turn to look at him. This dominance was seriously hot, a side of him that intrigued you, made you ache something fierce.

His fingers slid around your thigh and up under the skirt to deliver a playful pinch to the curve of your arse. “Answer me, sweetheart. I can't hear you in here. Show me you understand.”

“Fuck,” you muttered, jumping at the pinch, certain he was going to melt your brains. You nodded quickly, showing him you understood. It was the ‘three taps to stop’ command that had sent you spiralling. What was he planning to do!?

“Good girl,” he praised into your ear, making your eyes briefly close at the exquisite throb of need it drew from you. “So, now we play. Later, you’re going to let me fuck you in this corset, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, nodding obediently.

He hummed near your ear. “I’d do it now if I could get away with it.”

He would, what!?

You swallowed hard, legs shaking, your bodies still moving to a rhythm. The crowd surged, and you had to brace your hands against Sebastian’s back. His T-shirt was soaked with sweat. The heat of the venue compounded with the chaos of the crowd, the very air seeming to crackle with electric charge. Or, maybe that was Garreth’s wandering hands and filthy mouth. Either way, you were slowly losing it as he rubbed his dick against you in deliberate strokes, enticing you, a daring promise for later.

Leander leaned over you both, sweat beading his freckled forehead. “Bloody hell, you two need to get a room,” he hissed.

Garreth chuckled. “You could lend us your car keys,” he suggested.

Leander screwed his face up. “Fuck off. You’re not getting cum stains all over my seats.”

Garreth burst into laughter, the sound rumbling through his chest and into your back. “Guess you gotta keep acting innocent, sweetheart,” he said, loosening his grip slightly as the song ended and the crowd cheered.

The band took a moment to chug water, the front man thanking the crowd. You stood there, oddly bereft as Garreth put a slither of space between you whilst he chatted with Andrew and Leander. Poppy glanced back with a grin, her face flushed. You managed a smile, certain your blown out eyes and burning skin would give you away, but she didn’t say anything. The crowd surrounded you with no clue how your blood burned for the man behind you, his murmured words and roaming hands igniting something wicked deep inside you that needed release.

As a chord rang out from the lead guitar, the crowd called out expectantly, Sebastian sticking his fingers in his mouth to whistle loudly. Yes, start playing, you silently begged. Get the crowd’s focus back so Garreth can put his hands on you again.

Oh, you had it bad. You were done for, worries be damned, you craved him.

“You want a beer?” Andrew asked, placing a gentle hand on your arm. You turned and declined despite feeling thirsty, your gaze catching Garreth’s as he stared your way.

His green eyes had darkened, his gaze loaded with all the promise he had poured into your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, tucking your hair behind your ear as the band erupted into a fresh wall of sound. The light show dipped and flashed, throwing colours across Garreth’s face as he manoeuvred himself back behind you. You shivered as his hands came down on your shoulders, turning you forward, his thumbs rubbing circles into your taut muscles.

“Relax,” he said into your ear, his hands sliding down your arms. You took a deep breath that exhaled as a quiet moan when you felt the soft tease of his tongue at the nape of your neck. Oh, God…the tongue stud…

The crowd surged and his arm encircled your waist, pulling you in tight. His warmth pressed against your back, and you both began to move to the music. He had a good rhythm. Essential for a drummer, but his body encapsulated it, making your imagination spin out with intriguing ideas. Doing as he asked, you relaxed, rolling your hips until you could feel that promising bulge pressing firmly against you.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nodded, and he pressed a slow kiss to your neck, dragging his mouth higher and leaving a trail of hot breath in his wake, before curling his tongue around your earlobe. How could people not realise what he was doing to you? Your gaze darted about, but people really weren’t paying you any mind. You practically panted out each breath, your senses honed in what Garreth was doing to you, his hand drifting down to the hem of your skirt.

“Stay focused on the band, darling,” he urged, his voice hoarse now as he continued to grind sensually against your arse. His fingers grazed the skin of your thigh along the hem of your skirt. “Look at the drummer. Watch his hands.”

Watch his hands? Was he kidding? How could you concentrate on those when his own hand was snaking up under the hem of your skirt?

You touched your fingers to your forehead, your cheek, your skin burning. Maybe you should have accepted Andrew’s offer of a beer if only to press the cool cup to your face.

“Mmm, so soft,” Garreth groaned, his caress sweeping under the curve of your arse cheek and squeezing reverently.

Heart pounding, your feet shuffled as the crowd pressed forward again, Garreth steadying you with one hand whilst the other slid between your thighs from behind. Your gasp was shockingly loud, but lost to the deafening roar of the space, your pelvis flexing shamelessly against his hand as he rubbed it against the drenched cotton of your knickers.

“Bloody hell, I need to get in there,” he growled, his teeth sinking into your shoulder.

“Garreth,” you whined, eyes blown wide as you both staggered.

Instinctively, you grabbed and found Leander’s arm to steady yourself, fingers clutching at the freckled flesh of his forearm. He turned to look, his eyes lifting to meet your flushed face whilst Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck. You flushed a deeper red but lifted your hand to press a finger to your lips, your eyes pleading.

“Fucking heathens,” Leander said, shaking his head. He moved closer, bending to speak into your ear. “Really? In front of all these people?”

His eyes met yours again, so close this time. The heightened pleasure gained from the risk was new, but very powerful. It even aroused you to know that Leander was fully aware of what you were doing. You could see it in his eyes, and it made your desire throb harder.

“Should’ve given us the car keys,” Garreth said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. Cocky shit. His hand was still between your thighs and he thumbed along your knickers, almost making you choke as you stared at Leander.

“Can’t believe I’m going to say this,” Leander said, pushing his hand through his copper hair. “Stand behind me. Use me as a shield, but for fuck sake, Garreth, keep your dick in your pants.”

You stared at Leander, heart thumping. This was a bit different to letting him have a cheeky ogle at your chest. This was practically voyeurism. He met your eyes, a slight flush staining his cheeks. Garreth pinched your arse again, and you mentally shook yourself, nodding up at the tall red head. He nodded back and turned around.

Leander was a very tall bloke, not the kind you wanted to get stuck behind at a gig, but you were grateful to be pressed up against his back right then. The pit was chaos behind you, Garreth’s fingers biting into your waist as you stumbled. You grabbed hold of Leander’s t-shirt, your face level with his shoulder blades. Pitched forwards suddenly, you found yourself pressed firmly up against his back, trapped between the two men.

“Nice, a ginger sandwich,” Garreth chuckled into your ear. “Don’t get any ideas, though, darling. You’re all mine.”

Fuck knows what Leander must have been thinking, but any thoughts you may have had on the matter were obliterated when Garreth’s fingers found their way under your knickers and pressed against your entrance. Your breathless moan was smothered against Leander’s back, your hips tilting to give Garreth easier access and he did not disappoint. You were so ready for him that two of his fingers slid deep. You heard Garreth swear, his fingers pumping into you, your own fingers curled like claws into the side of Leander’s T-shirt.

You should have been mortified, embarrassed, but you weren’t. Aroused beyond belief, you had to resist the urge to bite Leander, Garreth slowly driving you towards the edge of oblivion as he began to circle in search of your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked as he hit it, drawing another moan from you. Your eyes rolled, your cheek pressed against Leander’s back. You could feel his quickened breaths and you knew this was affecting him.

Leander was your friend, too, and he really didn’t have to do this. Feeling the need to connect somehow, perhaps as a thank you, or maybe just to reassure him that you really were okay with this, your hand slid downwards, seeking out his hand. When you found it, you gripped it, and he linked his fingers with yours.

Garreth nuzzled into your neck, lips and teeth taking what he wanted, rutting shamelessly against you as he chased your release. “Look at you, my dirty girl,” Garreth groaned. “Are you going to cum?”

You nodded weakly, certain he had complete control over you at this point, your knees trembling as you felt the familiar tightening at your core. Then you were whining in protest as his hand suddenly slipped free. The crowd had shifted again, and the three of you staggered as one. The song was ending, and you were dangling by a trembling thread, the blistering ache between your thighs begging for mercy. Garreth was smoothing down your skirt, your back sticky with sweat that felt chilled with his absence. You weren’t ready to stop yet. Your orgasm had been so damn close.

This was the most torturous form of edging ever.

Sucking in your breaths, you let Leander’s hand go. He glanced back at you and you managed a shaky smile. You couldn't take much more of this. “Be right back,” you said.

Turning to Garreth, you hooked a finger into the belt loop of his jeans and pressed your mouth to his ear, his wild hair tickling your flushed face. “Get me out of here, Garreth, and finish what you started.”

His wicked grin added a fresh wave to the fire burning in your blood, and then you were being dragged through the press of the crowd, muttering apologies in your wake. Through a side door, and down a corridor, Garreth led you by the hand. Smirking over his shoulder he gave your fingers a squeeze. “You alright, gorgeous? You’re looking a bit flushed, there.”

“I wonder why,” you drawled, glancing up at a sign above a door that said ‘crew only’. Garreth opened it. “What are you doing?” You hissed, halting him in his tracks.

He merely grinned and tapped the side of his nose. “Don’t worry, I know most of the guys that work here. I intend on getting you very much alone and all to myself. You still wanna play with me?”

Oh, his eyes were going to be the end of you.

Pulse racing, you glanced back down the corridor, the heavy thrum of the gig still rocking through the walls. Nodding, you followed him through the door. “Let’s fuck,” you smirked.

With nothing to stop you now, your hands and mouth became greedy. Sequestered in a random room, the door firmly closed, you let Garreth slam you against the wall. Face to face this time, you could freely push your hands into his hair, gripping the wavy strands as he claimed your mouth. At the first silky slide of his tongue, you moaned at the drag of his piercing, flicking the tip of your tongue to toy with it. He chuckled against your mouth, his hands already under your skirt and pushing it up so he could grasp your hips.

“You like my tongue stud, don’t you?” He murmured, delicately dragging it backwards against your top lip. His eyes burned into yours. “Imagine what I can do with it down here…”

He rubbed his fingers against your heat, watching you intently, reawakening your slumbering need to come with measured strokes.

“Mmm, imagine that,” you sighed, grinding yourself against his hand.

“So greedy,” he groaned, hooking his fingers under the fabric of your knickers and dragging them down over your hips. His mouth sucked at the soft swell of your breasts pushing up out of the corset. “I love these,” he mumbled against your flesh, cupping a hand to one, his thumb circling in languid strokes.

“You can remove the corset, get a proper taste,” you suggested.

He smiled, humming thoughtfully as he pressed slow kisses up towards your neck. “No, the corset stays on. For now, at least.”

“For now?”

“Oh, you’re coming home with me, love,” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. His thumb grazed your jaw. “I plan on fucking you into my mattress until you can barely walk. I’ve waited a long time to get my hands on you, and I’m going to savour every minute.”

Biting your lip, you studied his face. A face you knew so well, but the way he was looking at you right now made you weak at the knees. “You’ve waited a long time?”

He unfastened his jeans, pressed your thighs apart, and sucked at your lower lip with a groan. “Always wanted you. Couldn’t be sure you felt the same.”

Your heart thumped and skipped, your grip on him subtly tightening. “I do,” you admitted.

His slow smile did things to you, hot, burning things. He lifted you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt the nudge of his hard dick slide against your thigh.

“Remember the rules, darling,” he said against your mouth, teasing your lips with kisses as he palmed over the lace tops of your high socks. “Want to stop? Use your words, and if you can’t, tap me out. Like this.”

He tapped his fingers three times against your outer thigh. Your hands were under his T-shirt, mapping the hard lines of his body and exploring the softness of his tummy, but you remembered to nod your understanding like the good girl you were. His teeth nipped your lip. “Are you ready?”

You nodded, fingers seeking out his nipple piercing and tugging gently. His forehead pressed against yours and he groaned, his hips seeking you out. With a guiding hand, he pressed inwards, his thick tip stretching you with delicious slowness. Buried to the hilt, he leaned back and looked down, grinding in as far as he could get himself. “Look at that, a perfect fit,” he smirked.

As chaotic and carefree as Garreth blazed through life, he fucked with consistency and concentrated effort. You clung to his shoulders, your back scraping against the dingy wall as he pounded into you with a punishing rhythm. You remembered how he had moved against you in the pit, the promise of it. The reality had your fingernails biting into his flesh, his grip on your hips and thighs almost bruising. In the quiet of the back room, the sound of it was elicit, he was so vocal. His breathless groans were hot against your neck, not to mention the whispered filth he poured into your ears, praising you for being a good girl one moment, degrading you the next.

It made you tighten with exquisite heat, your back arching as your hips greedily met his. Pushing up his T-shirt to expose his torso, you raked fingers down his freckled skin, thoughts and reason scattering like leaves on the wind.

He slowed, rolling his hips, his breathing deep and measured. Reaching down between you both, he pressed his thumb against your slick folds, angling himself so that as he thrust in, he could rub against you. Tight little circles had you squirming, so full of him and stimulated, your lungs worked over time.

“Want you to cum on my dick,” he breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He slid his dick further out, wrapping his hand around it, teasing you with tip thrusts whilst his thumb worked on you.

“Oh…fuuuck.” Your head spun, heat pooling thick and fast as you slapped a hand against the wall.

“Just wait till I get you home, darling.” His thrusts were timed perfectly with his thumb, driving a rhythm that had your thighs quaking.

“Garreth…” His name escaped as a breathless whine as you began to slip into a haze of abandonment.

“Gonna use my tongue on you.” He curled said tongue into your mouth, caressing yours with his piercing, his drummers rhythm keeping everything in perfect time. “Gonna rub it over your needy clit, and fuck it into your cunt. Like this.”

His hoarse words had you uttering a filthy moan as he fucked his tongue into your mouth, his pace quickening between your thighs. You felt the wave of an orgasm cresting, your hips bucking with need. Your mouths were a tangled, breathless mess. The distant thrum of the gig in the background felt like light years away, so lost you were in this steamy sex bubble with him.

White spots danced behind your eyelids as you came hard, moaning his name as he thrust deeper into you, wanting to feel how you tightened around him. He fucked you through it, his mouth tasting the sweat on your throat. You felt his urgency in his movement, your eyes blinking through the daze, your limbs languid as he buried deep with a filthy moan. He pressed his palm to your lower abdomen, his eyes glazing over, his dick pulsing hot spurts of cum into you.

“Feel that?” He rasped, grinding even deeper. “Uhh, fuck yes. Mine…so full of me.”

He pulled you in close, his hands caressing you all over in long soothing strokes, his kisses softer and more gentle. The look in his eyes had shifted from hungry and feral, to a Garreth you were more familiar with. The ache inside had subsided, but something equally as warm was unfurling, making you smile up at him.

“We have definitely crossed a line now,” you murmured, playing with his hair. “I don’t know if this one will be as easily shrugged off as the kiss we had before.”

“What if I don’t want to shrug this one off? Like I said, I want you in my bed tonight. I’m not done,” he said, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. His eyes had a hint of pleading to them, a vulnerability that made your tummy twist pleasantly. “Say you feel the same.”

Your gaze dipped to his mouth, your thumb sliding over his lower lip and inwards, seeking out his piercing. It turned you on, fascinated you. “It is tempting. Especially what you promised to do with this.”

His chuckle was filthy and he swirled his tongue over your thumb, sucking it further into his mouth with a groan. He was so sexy, making your body feel alive with how he looked at you.

“Do we have to go back to the others?” You sighed.

“Lee is our ride home,” he said. His hand slid over your hip, gliding between your thighs so he could swipe his thumb against you, making you gasp at the sensitivity. He smirked, his eyes devilish. “Plus, I get to sit there knowing you're leaking my spunk all over his spotless seats.”

“Garreth,” you scolded, slapping his arm. His answering chuckle was wicked. “Poor Lee. I can’t believe he used himself as a shield for us.”

“For you, you mean. He will be getting off on you moaning into his back for weeks. Trust me,” he smirked.

You blushed as you straightened your skirt, remembering the intensity of almost reaching an orgasm in the middle of a crowd. You eyed Garreth as he fastened his jeans, his waves of ginger hair falling across his freckled face.

“What about you? Will you be getting off over that little public display out there? You were rock solid against my arse.”

He grinned, swiping his hair back before wrapping an arm around you. “I had a little help with that. You were rubbing that damn fine arse against me for a start, and as for these…”

He hooked a finger into the tops of your high socks and bit his lip, snapping them back against your thigh. “And this…”

He smoothed his hand up over the silk and lace off your corset, palming against a breast. He groaned and kissed your mouth, an edge of that heated hunger returning as you paused near the door.

No, this definitely couldn’t be swept aside and forgotten. It wasn’t over. If anything, it was merely just beginning.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #HL kinktober #blueraineshadows

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lavendertom · 1 year ago

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My Favorite Prize

Mike Schmidt x f!Reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none! just fluff and fun 🤗

so this is my first time ever writing a fic and posting it, so apologies if it isn’t great and has mistakes, i just felt so drawn to this idea i had to attempt to write it! i hope y’all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it :)

this is kind of an au where nothing bad ever happened to the pizzeria (i’m an optimist if u can’t tell), mike still has the security job there, but it’s all good vibes bc he deserves happiness :’) basically just mike, abby, and reader having a fun day out at freddy’s ☺️

also was written w a female reader in mind, but i don’t think there’s any explicit use of she/her pronouns so do what you will with that

keeping this intro short as possible, but i’ll include another a/n at the end!

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You would’ve never thought that taking a babysitting job for a neighbor down your street would lead to some of the best memories you’ve ever had. Not to mention it also led to you and Mike, your boyfriend, meeting each other.

Naturally, you spend a lot of time with Mike and especially his sister, Abby, who you’ve been babysitting for about 6 months now. Your bond with her feels like so much more than just being her babysitter, even more so after starting to date Mike. You are always more than happy to do all kinds of activities with her, even if you’re “off the job.” After all, you’re at the house almost everyday now.

“Can we please go to Freddy’s today? I’ve been collecting quarters for months now, I want to use them!” Abby begged as you, her, and Mike finished your breakfast.

“I’m sure your brother doesn’t want to go to work over the weekend, but I can take you if you really want to go.” you said with a smile as you got up to wash off your plate.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to join in on this?” Mike asked looking back at you.

“You need a break, Mike.” you answered. “You stay home and rest, Abby and I will go. Plus it’s your job, you don’t want to be thinking about work over the weekend. I don’t mind taking her, trust me.” You often needed to remind him it was okay to stay home and rest. He works his ass off, mostly to provide for Abby, but also because he can’t help but spoil you as well. Even if you didn’t need anything, he still cared too much.

“Please y/n!” Abby shouted from her seat. “Let Mike come too. It will be extra fun then!”

“Yeah, y/n.” Mike said, giving you that look you couldn’t say no to. You looked into those brown eyes, shaking your head smiling.

“Okay, okay,” you responded laughing at the siblings, “let’s go then.”

The three of you piled into Mike’s sedan. On the way there, you and Abby sang some of her favorite Disney tunes, occasionally getting Mike to sing a line or two.

When you arrived, Abby immediately ran up to the stage of three animatronic animals who were singing and dancing. You and Mike followed behind, hand in hand. The pizzeria was full of children playing games, eating pizza, and running around doing whatever kids do.

“I don’t know why she loves those damn robots so much.” Mike said as the two of you walked in. “They’re creepy.”

“I think it’s cute.” you replied. “I think it’d be fun to hang out with them sometime, you know? Like, play arcade games with them, eat some pizza. I mean, you practically have a sleepover with them every night, Mike.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had to be their guardian every night.” he said sarcastically.

“I don’t buy it, you love them.” you responded, squeezing his hand. He gave you a dramatic eye roll and you couldn’t help but giggle at him. You finally caught up to Abby, finding the girl still in awe of the animatronic show. “Alright Abby, what are we doing first?”

The girl thought for a moment, until her eyes lit up and that mischievous little smirk she makes was on her face. “Skee ball competition.”

“What does the winner get?” Mike asked.

“If I win, you have to get me ice cream for dessert.” She replied confidently. She always knew what she wanted, and she was gonna get it no matter what.

“And what if I win?” you asked.

“Then Mike has to get you a prize.” She replied grinning at the two of you.

“Why’s it always me who has to pay the price?” he asked. Abby already began skipping towards the arcade games.

“You’re the one who asked.” you replied giving him a shrug. “And by the way, I’m so winning this.”

“Yeah?” he asked smirking as the two of you followed Abby. “What if I win? What do I get?”

“I guess something can be arranged if you win.”

“Well you better start thinking of something because there won’t be an ‘if I win’, just a when I win.”

The three of you found the skee ball games, each picking a lane to play on. You all agreed whoever had the most points after three rounds of playing was the winner. Abby decided she would count down before shouting “go!” and the game was on. Surprisingly, Abby did very well, and the game ended with a win for Abby, and a draw between you and Mike for second place.

“I win!” Abby shouted jumping up and down before giving Mike a hug. “Now you have to get me ice cream for dessert!” You couldn’t help but smile at the two, their bond was unlike any other.

“Okay, okay, Abby!” he said with a laugh as Abby pulled away from him. “But before that, it looks like y/n and I have a tie to break.”

“Oh, we’re doing this now huh?” you said, crossing your arms. “You can’t stand a draw?”

“I was told there would be prizes and I am not letting my efforts go to waste.”

“Okay, fine, best of three wins.” You grabbed a handful of quarters out of the cup sitting on edge of the game.

“Ready to lose, sweetheart?”

What he didn’t realize was Abby slowly making her way towards your skee ball lane, silently noting she was on your side.

“Don’t get so ahead of yourself, babe.” you said with a playful scoff. What ensued after was the best mix of chaos and fun.

You and Abby were both trying to throw as many balls as you could in the somewhat small skee ball lane. The two of you were laughing at how terribly it ended up working out. Mike finally realized the team you two had formed to which he kept playfully shoving the balls out of your hands, while somehow still maintaining control of his own with his other hand. By the end, you were so out of breath from not only playing the competitive game, but laughing at the madness that occurred.

“I can’t believe you let Mike win, y/n!” Abby said, sounding more upset than she should’ve been.

“I would never let your brother purposely beat me at a game of skee ball.” you said, still out of breath. “He sabotaged the game!” you shouted, giving him a knowing look while pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I believe I deserve some sort of prize for my victory.” he responded smirking as he stood looking at you with his arms crossed.

You finally caught your breath as you looked into his brown eyes, then down to his lips which still held the small smirk. You walked closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders as you stood on your tip toes to place a soft, small kiss on his lips. He put his hands around your waist, pulling you in just a bit. You could feel him smile, and you did too, letting out a small laugh.

“I’m still here you know.” Abby said, making you both turn to face her, still standing by the skee ball lane. She wasn’t the biggest fan of the two of you showing affection, but you knew deep down it made her happy. After all, she was the one who got you guys to realize your feelings for each other. “So am I getting my ice cream or not?”

“How could I forget.” Mike said sarcastically to his sister, giving her a small smile. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you stood next to him. “Does pizza sound good for dinner?”

“Of course, but don’t you dare forget her ice cream. She’s scary when she gets mad.” you said that last part in a whisper just loud enough for Abby to hear.

“Hey!” she shouted, knowing you guys were messing with her.

“Believe me, I know.” Mike said, ruffling his sister’s hair as they all made their way to the dining room.

The three of you enjoyed a delicious pizza dinner at Freddy Fazbear’s, making sure not to forget Abby’s ice cream she so rightfully earned. Before you left for home, Abby traded in some of her tickets for prizes at the prize counter. She ended up choosing a Bonnie plushie and a little Freddy keychain. She had been working towards collecting all of the Fazbear plushies, having just a few more left to complete the collection.

“Today was so fun!” Abby squealed as the three of you left, her Bonnie plush in hand.

“It was pretty fun.” you said smiling, taking in the final sights, sounds, and smells of the pizzeria as you walked out the doors. The three of you somehow ended up spending most of the day there, continuing to play games and eat tons of pizza.

“You know what, I think we should do this more often.” Mike chimed in.

“Really?” you said, genuinely surprised.

“Yeah. I know it’s technically work, but this was really fun. Thanks for letting me tag along, y/n.” he held onto your hand again.

“Don’t just thank me, Abby was the one who really convinced me to let you join us.”

“I find that extremely hard to believe.” he said while bumping his shoulder into yours.

“Fine, you’re kinda fun too I guess.”

“Just kinda?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe a little more than kinda.” you admitted. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as you reached his car.

“Y/n?” Abby asked.

“Yes Abby?” you replied.

She took the Freddy keychain out of her pocket, handing it to you. “This is for you, since you never got a prize for winning skee ball. And because you’re my favorite.”

You nearly teared up at the gesture. A huge smile had come across your face.

“Abby, you are too sweet. Thank you.” you said as you held the small keychain in your hand, giving her a hug.

At the last second you decided to pull Mike into your hug, savoring every moment of having your two favorite people right by your side. “You guys are my favorite prize.”

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A/N

i hope y’all enjoyed :) depending how well this is received i may consider writing more for mike and whatnot. hopefully it didn’t feel too long, once i start writing i can’t really stop myself. don’t be afraid to lmk ur thoughts in the comments!

i thought we needed more of these kinds of fics for those of us who had our inner child healed from the fnaf movie. these r my fav kind of fics and there just isn’t enough of them 🫶

if ur one to listen to music while reading, i recommend the first 4 songs off of Mylo Xyloto by coldplay. that’s exactly what went thru my mind while writing. 🤗

#fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy’s movie #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #abby schmidt #mike schmidt x y/n #michael schmidt

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 31

Part 1 Part 30

It’s felt like hours since Eddie was left alone in the small room, but the large clock ticking away in front of his eyes is its own form of psychological torture, telling him it’s been less than fifteen minutes.

Is this the way time passes for dogs? Years passing within hours, until suddenly you’re on your deathbed. The clock ticks again. Eddie starts screaming to be let out. For the fourth time.

It must work because the door bursts open, random goon number five leading the way in, crouching behind Eddie and uncuffing him. His wrists feel raw from his tugging, fingers full of ants from his circulation being cut off. He cradles them to his chest, rubbing the feeling away.

“Get up,” Hopper says from where he’s standing at the door, Wayne by his side. “We’re wasting time.”

Eddie stands up slowly, eyes darting from person to person, trying to figure out what’s happening. “I don’t understand.”

Hopper turns and strides out of the room, not waiting for anyone to follow. Wayne gestures for him to hurry it along as Eddie rushes to his side. It’s only once he’s out of the small room that he realizes Hopper isn’t leading the charge but following two more goons with guns in their hands.

Eddie jogs to catch up, Wayne trailing behind. “What’s happening?” he asks, once he’s at Hopper’s side.

“We came to an agreement.”

“What?” Eddie demands loudly. At Hopper’s warning look, he lowers his voice and asks, “what agreement?”

Hopper sighs. “Look, everything that’s happened here, and everything that’s gonna happen? We don’t talk about it.”

“What?” Eddie asks, voice raised once more.

Hopper stops, sending their entire precession of goons with guns into an awkward fumble to keep them in sight and close ranks. “You want Steve back?” Hopper asks, glaring at Eddie like it’s somehow his fault that Steve is there in the first place. “This place had nothing to do with it. That’s the deal. You got it?”

Eddie glares incandescently furious at the thought of them getting away with it. All those days rotting alone in the Upside-Down, the way he can still feel ash coating his tongue, all these hours later. He bites his lip on the rage and says, “I’ve got it.”

They continue on.

The passage gets narrow and bright, more like a hospital than a shady government agency. It leads to an antechamber, just as full of white paint and emptiness, except the pops of color that are the three suits lined up – vacant and waiting.

They’re yellow and plastic-looking, like a cheap costume from a ‘60’s horror movie.

“What’s this?” Eddie asks.

There’s a man in a lab coat, holding a clipboard as he looks things over and makes little tick marks on his paper. He doesn’t look up from his task as he answers. “Protection,” he says casually, like they’re discussing the weather, “the atmosphere is toxic.”

“My boy was in there,” Wayne says gruffly.

“Steve is in there right now!” Eddie says, feeling his heartbeat tick up and skip around.

“Hey!” Hopper says, clapping to get their attention. “Put them on.”

Wayne and Eddie share a look, but both comply. The suit sticks strangely to his bare skin, like it’s a crappy rain jacket, and not a device that’s supposed to be able to protect their lungs and skin. The helmets are even worse – boxy and claustrophobic. Eddie wants to take his off immediately. As if sensing his thoughts, Wayne gives him a squint-eyed look. He leaves it on, grumbling about all the toxic fumes his already taken in.

They go, Wayne leading the charge with his shotgun in hand. Goons of both science and gun varieties watch them go from a distance that Eddie finds suspicious.

“How much do you want to bet that they don’t expect us to come back?” Eddie asks.

“Don’t matter,” Wayne says, keeping his eyes trained on the prize. “We’re getting your boy.”

Hopper twitches his head like he wants to glare at him, and Eddie’s suddenly grateful for the shelter the boxy helmets provide.

The gate, when it appears looks like the mouth of a cave, slimy and dripping, looking almost organic as is secretes and pulses in tandem to some heartbeat Eddie can’t even begin to comprehend. Ash is billowing out like snow. And it’s all that same, familiar red.

Eddie feels like he should be afraid, but it doesn’t come. Squeezing through the entrance behind Wayne feels like going home. Even as the other two look around at the wasteland of a place in shock, Eddie wants to take off his helmet and breath it in.

No one speaks as Eddie leads at a brisk pace that has his lungs burning immediately. Every snap of a twig under one of their boots has Wayne raising his shotgun and Hopper reaching for the holster at his hip as Eddie plows doggedly on.

It’s like now that he’s on the other side, the fishhook in his sternum is urging him on, faster, faster. Toward Steve.

The Harrington house looms large above them, but Eddie already knows it’s too late before they reach what’s left of the front door. It’s caved in, mahogany splintered straight down the middle. Anything could walk inside.

“He’s not here,” Eddie says, hoping the tug at his sternum means that Steve’s out there somewhere, and not just dead.

Hopper doesn’t listen, just shoves his way past the shards of what’s left of the Harrington’s austere front door. Wayne waits for him, mutters a quiet, “we’ll make it quick,” as they follow.

Eddie knows where to go, leads the way up winding stairs to Steve’s empty plaid bedroom in this empty house. The closet door has been ripped clean off, bolts attaching it to nothing but air.

Eddie looks down at the next of blankets on the carpet, looks for blood by rote, doesn’t find any.

It looks just the same as Eddie last saw it, past the destruction. His dirty clothes are still puddled on the floor, somehow still wet days later. Eddie’s pillow is nestled into the same place in the closet, like Steve was saving him a place for when he came back.

“He’s not here,” Eddie repeats, leading the way back out of Steve’s empty bedroom and down the winding stairs.

Wayne and Hoppers footsteps follow, Hopper pausing to look around like he’s casing the joint. “It was hurt,” he calls.

It almost hurts to turn away from the front door, from that tug tug tug. Wayne and Hopper are both peering down at a spot on the Harrington’s white living room carpet. It’s pooled with blood black enough that it looks like a misplaced shadow.

“Where is it?” It sounds like Nancy’s voice, echoing over from the other side.

“It has to be dead.” And there’s Johnny boy.

“Wheeler?” Hopper calls, alarmed.

“She’s not here,” Eddie replies. “Her and Jonathan must have done something stupid.”

Wayne, who had only caught the tail-end of their mad-dash plan to lure the Demogorgon to the other side, eyes the stained carpet and says, “that explains the blood.”

Eddie reaches out, brushes his hand across a lamp as he passes, basking in the way the light feels almost warm in his palm before he walks back out into the broken world through the Harrington’s broken front door.

The fishhook pulls. Eddie follows.

Part 32

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie fic #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #my fic

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chocolatetheoristcloud · 2 years ago

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hello hello🫦 ok, so if your requests are still open, can you do HARD DOM Madara and breeding👉👈

i will literally eat anything from this man up plspls mwah

Sure thing sweetheart, also so for not doing this sooner I just noticed it.

Multiplying

Paring:HARD DOM Madara x FEM reader

Summary: Madara wants you to help with multipling the clan and providing the clan with heirs.

Warning: breeding, cursing,dark content, ,hard Dom Madara, smut, bondage, breeding kink,bad English, blindfolded.

English is not my first language.

Madara watched in darkness as you struggled with the ropes holding your arms above your head hostage to the bed head. He watched in delight as your tried to escape your bonds. How you looked like struggling rabbit caught in a trap.

how it makes his cock painfully hard and stiff. He was just dying to breed you.

Slowly and silently Madara made his way towards the bed you were tied down to. Once he reached you he slowly reached out his hand and slowly rubbed his hand down your stomach. Making you flinch, in a frightened voice they girl called out " Madara is that you, darling?". "Yes sugar why you were expecting someone else ?" He questioned with one his eye brow up.

"What no, just wanted to know if you did this, also why did you do this to me?" She questioned confused as to what her husband was thinking when he tied her down and on top of that he had stripped her of her clothes.

" I want you to help me baby" he said in his deep voice while he continued to rub his hand up and down your stomach. " With what..?" She answered still not knowing what the hell is going on.

Madara didn't say not one thing he just chuckle and in a smooth motion his hands went straight for the prize.

Now moving to be in between said woman thighs to increase his actions. while said woman could do nothing but take his actions.

Now before she could cum being already stripped of his clothes he sank into her impossibly deep. Making the woman under him bawled out.

"Not so hard-ahh ahh!!" The woman bawled out underneath him not knowing where up or down was. However her pleads fell on deaf ears as Madara sex filled brain was only fulled with one thing.

Breeding you. And breeding you hard.

As Madara continued with his hard fast and brutal thrusts slamming into her core that was sure to give her problems working in the morning. And with his hands gripping tightly on her knees that they were sure to bruise.

And finally Madara could feel he was close he began to go faster and slamming his hips harder. When finally he burst, his orgasm hitting him in crashing waves as thick ropes of white painted your core with his seed so deep within your core you were sure you would become pregnant. With your back arched beautifully yet so painful with the last of his seed cumming inside you, you didn't even scream not once.

After a minute or two he pulled out being careful not spill out his seed.

With a tired chuckle he stood on his knees and looked down at you. You were a mess. Opening his mouth he said "Now take my seed and provide me with many strong blooded heirs and be the mother of my children" he finished says as he looks down at your chest drastically falling down then rising up as you were breathing hard trying to catch your breath.

As Madara wonder if to let you out of your bonds.

#madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #madara x oc #madara smut #uchiha madara x reader #Naruto smut #Uchiha x reader #Uchiha smut #madara x y/n #Naruto x reader #Madara Uchiha

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randy-inks-writing-blog · 8 months ago

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Two Cannibals go to a café ( Alastor x GN Reader Platonic )

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Some things I wanted to say. First I want to get some feedback on this. Second it’s in second pov so there’s so many yous. Tell me what you think about this one-shot!

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You sat down in your normal spot in the center point of cannibal town. Every Monday you wait at that bench, waiting for the one and only Alastor, the radio demon. Unfortunately for you for seven years, Alastor hasn’t shown up. Many of the citizen of cannibal town took pity on you, thinking Alastor abandon you or your dear friend had died. You still had hope that he would show up. You owe it to him. He helped put your business on the map, only took a little deal, not for your soul, but for some of the meat you sell. You look down at your hands on your lap. You were more of a monster than a demon. Some closer to you call you the lover of Frankenstein, knowing the book well you always remind everyone that it would be the lover of Frankenstein’s monster and not the doctor himself. Now wondering if all of this was a fruitless endeavor, you heard clink-clink-clink, you now associate with Alastor’s hooves. Looking up, you were met with the one and only Alastor. Smiling wide, you ran up to the deer man and gave him a hug, almost toppling the both of you. He hugs back and laughs and says with his signature smile, “It’s good to see you again (y/n). Say how about we go to a café together, me and you?”

You nod your head and the two of you went off to Alastor’ favorite café. As the two walked through cannibal town, you talked about the business and how your life is going. Alastor, open the door for you. You enter the café and wave to the owner, Alastor, entered after you and gave the owner a curt nod. You walked up to the owner and ordered your usual, Alastor looked at the menu in shock at how much it changed over the last seven years. Alastor thought for a moment before getting what you got. “Ok then, that would be out in a few minutes.” Said the owner, who walked away to make the drinks and food. You and Alastor sat down with the radio demon, looking confused. Before Alastor could ask, you answered him. “Oh right, I didn’t get the chance to say it, but I landed a deal with the shop and now I’m the only food provider at this café. I got free food because of the deal. All thanks to you.” Alastor chuckles and says with happiness, “I’m glad it worked out for you. No need to thank me though I saw your potential in you, and you cut the meats are perfect.” You blush at Alastor’s prizes, rarely have you given been giving it. “Well, we have been trying methods if you like to see them.” The owner of the small café place down yours and Alastor’s drinks and food. You sip on your blood tea with a finger and eyeball as Alastor shakes his head no and with a mellow tone says, “I would love, but I’m currently help the princess of hell with a hotel.” You till your head, Alastor having your full attention. “The princess of hell? Charlie Morningstar? What the hell are you doing in a hotel? Is that where you been in the past seven years?” You asked wanting to know more, Alastor answered all your questions. “She is trying to rehabilitate sinners. You know she reminds me of you when we first met years ago. Maybe you should come by one time.” You look down at the floor unsure what to say. First, he didn’t even answer why he’s gone, second the idea of rehabilitation sinners sounds next to impossible. You’re unsure what to say to your dear friend Alastor the radio demon.

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#hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #fanfic #fanfic fluff

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ur-fav-h-anon · 3 months ago

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Domestication

The Donaka fic is coming I prommy. In the mean time, have something else that I've written

John Wick character study !!!!

TW: dehumanization (dog metaphor go brrrr)

John Wick is a hunting animal.

Thats what it is, thats what it was bred to be. A relentless persuit hunter that outwits and outlasts even the most stubbon prey. The need to hunt and kill so deeply engrained that it is as central as breathing.

And, what happens when the hunting animal falls in love?

It hands her its leash, its loyalty.

And when she, instead of giving it a scent to chase or a prey to hunt, treats him like a prized pet, allowing him into her bed and at her table?

He becomes the perfect domesticated animal.

He smoothes his permanently up hackles and dulls his teeth. He licks her hands and curls around her in her sleep.

But the instincts still remain.

He uses them to provide for her, to make sure that the small house she loves is warm and the fridge is full. She doesn’t seem to question where the extra money comes from, but he knows she notices it.

He may still kill and hunt in the name of whoever pays him to, but really, he does it for her.

And then one day, he realizes as he leaves her warm bed to go hunt, that he would rather stay there and keep her warm. He wants to stay curled around her and to lick her face as she wakes up. He wants to sit at her feet as she lays on the couch and let her hands run through his fur and scratch at his chin.

He had lost is prey drive.

The mere idea of it would have terrified him years ago, the loss of the only thing that made it of any use, the only thing it knew how to do. But instead of fear, he meets the idea now with almost joy. He was more than it now, he was loved and loved in return.

It had become more than a hunting animal, he was a dog now, a domesticated Doberman.

If only his trainers could see him now, the fiercest thing they ever created, soothed into becoming a lap dog. The idea of the look on his first masters face when she finds out what her prized hunting hound has become in the hands of it's new master brings him more joy than he thinks he would never know how to articulate to another living soul.

So he retires from the hunt.

No one understands, how could an animal like that ever even think about retirement when it was destined to die in the hunt, destined to go until it's heart stopped beating.

He doesn’t explain a thing, just flashes the tiny collar she put around his third left finger and waits for the abridged understanding.

They will never understand the depth of loyalty he feels for her, bred by the loving care she gave him for the first time in his life. But maybe they understand the heavy implications of him loving someone enough to marry them.

He knows word gets out quickly. The favoured dog leaving the hunt. He knows they mock him secretly for allowing itself to become domesticated, but they don’t understand and never will. They will never understand what it is to be loved and pet and groomed after a lifetime of nothing but the cold hand of direction to target.

He doesn’t care anyway, he has so many more important things to care about now, like how she giggles when he noses her neck.

#H out of the Inbox #john wick #keanuverse #john x helen #helen wick #wickblr

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slaymitchabernathy · 8 months ago

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Sweet Girl

Coriolanus trudges down the sidewalk on his way back from the Academy. His shoes are too tight and a small hole is wearing its way through the front of his right shoe. Although it’s the middle of June his black suit jacket remains over his white button-up shirt. It’s probably the nicest thing he owns and he wants nothing more than to take it off.

But Coriolanus Snow wants a lot of things.

He wants a hot bath for starters. He’s sick of the cold showers he’s forced to take. And don’t even get him started on cabbage for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

He wants the elevator in his apartment building to start working again so he doesn’t have to climb up twelve flights of stairs every night.

Coriolanus wants a lot of things. But dinner is a top priority right now.

There wasn’t any dinner provided at Heavensbee Hall much to his chagrin. He’d hoped there might be some punch or even a slice of pie. But nothing.

He’d been invited to a small open house for the University. Even though he still had a year left at the Academy it was never too early to start planning for his glorious future.

If only he could get there.

He began to formulate some sort of plan to win him the Plinth Prize. Professor Clay had barely mentioned it, only as a way to excite Academy students going into their last year which included him. Those words kept replaying in his head.

“A full ride for the University. Tuition paid in full.”

Many parents had been in attendance and he’d heard them mumbling to their children about how nice it would be if they won. How they’d be able to go on an extra vacation to the District resorts with that extra bit of money.

That extra bit of money would change the trajectory of Coriolanus Snow’s life and these people planned to use it for vacation funds.

If there was ever another war, he’d be the first to eat the rich.

These families didn’t know struggle. None of his classmates did. They all had parents for starters. He had none. They also had siblings. He had none. His father died first. Then his mother died trying to give birth to his sister. Two birds with one stone. His grandmother had died only last year leaving him the sole heir to the Snow fortune.

If only there was any fortune to inherit.

Coriolanus would never admit it, but he was almost relieved when his grandmother died. She had been a mouth to feed and was unable to work and provide. They’d been living in squalor and all she wanted to talk about was when they used to live in fortune.

He’d been hasty about getting to the bank once her funeral was over. He’d heard about children inheriting large sums of money once they were the last remaining members of their family.

With grandmother out of the way, any inheritance was his to keep.

His hands had been shaking as he unlocked the creaky metal box the clerk had brought him along with the key. The box had a faded white label on it that read:

‘Snow Family Inheritance’

He held his breath as he opened the box and tears pooled in his eyes when he found the box empty. Not even a coin was left to him.

He wallowed in his self-pity as he walked home, the heat was sweltering so it was a lovely distraction from his current financial predicament. He simply had to win the Plinth Prize. Even if it meant strangling Sejanus Plinth who seemed to despise the fact that he was filthy rich.

Again, eat the rich.

He was so caught up in his plan that he nearly ran into an older gentleman wearing a long black coat and a black hat.

“Oh excuse me. I should’ve watched where I was going,” he apologized, ducking his head when the man turned around.

Coriolanus was as tall as they came but this man was slightly taller than him. He gave the young boy a small smile, “No need to apologize. I’m just waiting on Miss Dovecote.” He gestured to the townhouse to their right where two girls stood on the doorstep illuminated by the front porch light.

Coriolanus had walked this street hundreds of times. It was a block away from the Corso and the townhouses were beautiful. This one in particular seemed to be a true beacon of Capitol wealth.

It was pristine and white with a perfectly manicured front lawn and shrubbery. The pathway leading up to the front door was clean of any litter and the steps looked like they were marble.

Coriolanus finally drew his attention to the two girls standing on the steps and recognized both of them. The raven-haired girl was Clemensia Dovecote, a friend of his from the Academy. She was hugging a blonde girl, and it was only when they pulled away that he was able to pin her down with confidence.

Soarynn Nightingale.

He didn’t really run in the same circles as her, but he knew she was very sweet and well-liked. It was a little funny to see that she was friends with Clemensia who could be quite snippy when she wanted to be.

The girls finally parted ways and Clemensia turned and made her way down the steps. Coriolanus quickly put two and two together and realized the man he’d bumped into was her driver.

How nice it must be to not walk everywhere.

Clemensia’s eyes locked onto his and her face visibly brightened, “Coryo! I haven’t seen you since May!”

Coriolanus gave her a polite smile and nodded, “It has been quite a while, Clemmie,” he agreed.

In all honestly he preferred summers over the school year. He could stay hidden in his penthouse for weeks without having to talk to anyone and pretend that the Snows were still as wealthy as ever.

Clemensia grinned up at him, “Well you should go in and say hi to everyone then,” she tilted her head towards the townhouse where Soarynn was still on her front steps, watching them it seemed.

Coriolanus swallowed nervously as he looked around the street, suddenly noticing all the cars parked along the curbs. “I…say hi to who Clemmie?” He asked nervously, more sweat forming on the back of his neck and this wasn’t from the heat.

Clemmie rolled her eyes and huffed, “Practically everyone from school is here Coryo. Soarynn’s throwing a little get-together. I only have to leave early because my little sister has a dance recital and my mother says I have to go.”

Coriolanus resisted the urge to tell her to be happy that at least she had a little sister. He’d never gotten to meet his.

He hummed and glanced over at Soarynn who was still lingering. Didn’t she have to get back to her guests?

“Well I actually have to get home but thank you for the invi—“

“Soarynn! Coryo’s going to stop by for a moment!” Clemensia called out, cutting him off before he could properly decline her invitation.

Coriolanus tightened his jaw but relaxed it and plastered on a fake smile, “Enjoy the recital, Clemmie.”

꧁ ꧂

He all but trudged up the walkway where Soarynn was patiently waiting for him. His eyes were focused on the ground and they slowly traveled up her tan legs. She was wearing heels and a blue dress that hugged her small frame perfectly. Her blonde hair was framing her face and her eyes.

Her eyes.

This might’ve been the first time Coriolanus had ever looked into the eyes of Soarynn Nightingale and heaven knew she had the most stunning eyes he’d ever seen.

Blue and gray went perfectly together for her eye color and they made the rest of her features pop.

Soarynn was already looking up at him even though he was a step down from her. Both literally and financially.

Her lips curled up into a sweet smile, “Hello Coryo, I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced.”

She held out her hand and Coriolanus took it and gave it a soft squeeze before shaking it. He tried to hide his sweaty complexion and his stressed state but if he failed to do so, Soarynn didn’t let on.

“I do apologize for dropping in on you like this,” he said hastily, “I know you have guests to tend to and Clemmie can get pretty assertive sometimes and I think I might just go home if that’s alright with you…” his voice died as she gently squeezed his hand.

Mostly because she was still holding his hand. And it was so small compared to his. So soft.

“Coryo it’s alright,” she said with a light laugh, “we have more than enough refreshments and everyone will be so glad to see you. Besides you’re already dressed for the occasion,” she gestured to his outfit.

He worried she might be able to see right through him. The too-tight shoes and the white button-up shirt with stains on the sides and the black suit jacket that was beginning to tear at the seams.

He scratched the back of his neck, “I won’t be able to stay for long.”

Soarynn waved him off and tugged him into her home, a cool wave of air rolling over them. He let go of her hand as he slowly made his way into the entryway of her house, foyer was a better term for it. This townhouse was beautiful. Tall ceilings, chandeliers, and a tiled floor that shone under his shoes.

He felt terribly out of place.

Soft music could be heard along with laughter and conversation and Soarynn beckoned him to follow her further into the home.

The tiled floor turned into a hardwood floor and Coriolanus took in every little detail of the Nightingale’s house. Soarynn led them to the right of the foyer which led into what seemed to be the formal dining room. A large mahogany table sat inside it surrounded by chairs. Fine cutlery adorned the table and there was a cabinet to display even finer pieces.

They then walked through a small hallway, to the left was a set of stairs. They looked to be hardwood that was painted over work white paint. The paint was chipped and worn and carpet ran down the center of the stairs. This was clearly the route the servants took he decided. Not that he’d seen any servants, but he doubted they lacked anything where help

To the right was a door with a window where he could see hedges. The backyard most likely, or the side yard leading to the backyard.

They continued through a set of sliding doors with intricate glass panes and into the kitchen where several adults were conversing.

Coriolanus felt himself inwardly cringe when realizing he’d have to explain his presence to Soarynn’s father, a man he had never met or heard anything about.

All heads turned towards the two and the friendly conversation ceased. Coriolanus put on his most charming smile as he and Soarynn approached the adults. “Daddy, this is Coriolanus Snow, we go to school together,” Soarynn said to one of the men.

Coriolanus immediately held his hand out to Mr. Nightingale and nodded, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

So many things could happen. The man could yell and demand he leave his property at once. He could laugh at his attempt to fit in with the Capitol’s most wealthy families. Or he could ignore him entirely.

The man did none of those things.

He placed his hand in his and gave it a firm shake. “Pleasure to meet you Coriolanus. I apologize for not greeting you at the door.”

Coriolanus was quick to shake his head, “I’m afraid I sort of dropped in sir. I ran into my good friend Clemensia Dovecote and…”

His voice trailed off when Mr. Nightingale held up his other hand, “No need to explain son. I know how headstrong Miss Dovecote can get. You were a smart man for going along with her plan.”

The other adults chuckled and Coriolanus glanced around the kitchen and was able to spot a few familiar faces. The Vickers and the Creeds were here which meant Lysistrata and Festus were here.

“Make yourself at home Coriolanus,” Mr. Nightingale said, before releasing his hand. Coriolanus managed a polite nod, “Thank you sir.”

He followed Soarynn out of the kitchen and to the left where he could clearly see the living room where people his age had gathered. “There’s food set up in the sitting room,” Soarynn said, pointing to the left of the living room where another set of glass doors were slid open.

Coriolanus nodded and looked down at her, “Thank you, I truly hope I’m not imposing.”

Soarynn shook her head, “You’re not. And look, Festus is already waving you over.” She disappeared from his side before he even had the chance to respond and left him no choice but to walk over to Festus who was, in fact, waving him over

He had mastered the casual stride. Walking as if he had all the time and money in the world. Ironic since he had neither.

“Festus,” he greeted as if he planned on coming to this party all along. The living room was large yet cozy at the same time if that was possible, allowing people to break off into private conversations.

Festus grinned, giving Coriolanus a slap on the back, “Coryo! It’s been so long. How have you been? Where have you been all dressed up like that?” Coriolanus gave him a casual shrug while looking down at his outfit as if realizing how well he was dressed.

How well he tried to dress.

One look at Festus’s outfit told Coriolanus that his friend had thrown on whatever he first saw in his closet, not caring a bit how he looked. As long as everything on his person costs the same as a month’s rent for Coriolanus, Festus would fit right in.

“I was invited to an open house for the University,” he said, glancing into the sitting room where tables of refreshments were on tables, just waiting for him. Festus let out a low whistle, “They must think of you as a top contender if you got invited already.”

Coriolanus felt a small grin spread across his lips. If Festus thought that then other people must too. It brought him some relief to know that no matter how horribly he was doing in private, he still looked like he was doing wonderfully in public.

“We’ll see where it goes,” he said, “we still have one more year left.”

Festus grunted before he looked over at the giant windows looking out into the backyard, “So you got invited here by Soarynn?”

Coriolanus let out a bitter laugh, also glancing over to the windows where Soarynn was talking to Livia Cardew and Arachne Crane. Two girls he did his best to avoid at all costs. “I was forced to come here. I ran into Clemmie,” he said, knowing he needed no further explanation.

Festus raised his eyebrows and nodded, he was well versed with how bossy Clemensia could get, “Then it appears you made the right choice. And this party isn’t half bad, you have to try the champagne.”

Well, if Festus insists.

Coriolanus walked into the sitting room, grabbing a plate as his eyes scanned the different foods. He couldn’t take too much, couldn’t look like he was starving even though he was. He’d seen the way his ribs poked out whenever he took too deep of a breath.

He started out with some bread. Bread was always good. Then he grabbed some small meats, slices of ham, finger foods really. He took some crackers too, for the ham of course. He also took some fruits, berries, orange slices, and grapes. There were lots of desserts. Pies, custards, cakes, tarts. He took a tart because goodness knows he was already overdoing it. Lastly he took a glass of champagne because if he was going to be forced to conversate, he needed to be properly buzzed.

He surveyed the living room while he was sipping his champagne. He saw many familiar faces, all people he’d grown up with. All people who kept giving their condolences it seemed. The last ones he had gotten were for his grandmother after she passed away.

Everyone came to the funeral. They were all too familiar with funerals after the war and everyone could be counted on having something black to wear.

His grandmother hadn’t left him much like other grandparents. Some grandparents left behind their entire fortunes or some jewelry they’d held onto.

All he got were roses.

He didn't linger in his bitterness for too long because Sejanus Plinth of all people was coming up to him with a glass of juice in his hand it seemed. How juvenile.

Coriolanus forced a polite smile, "Sejanus, how nice to see you." It really wasn't, he despised people like Sejanus Plinth. People who had everything in the world and still found a way to complain about it. Sejanus let out a sigh, further confirming his beliefs that the rich would be the first he'd go after, "Oh you know, just dragged along to another gathering," he gestured to the living room, "my Ma says it's good for me. But it helps that Soarynn's nice."

It certainly did. From what he had seen, Soarynn Nightingale was a sweet girl who tried her best to be kind to everyone. She was a rare bird. He'd have to avoid her though, ironic since he was standing in her house. Coriolanus wasn't trouble per se, but he certainly couldn't help her move up in the world. He had nothing to his name, no assets, no money, nothing but a penthouse falling apart.

She'd be better off without him.

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Coriolanus took to hiding on the staircase they had passed when Soarynn brought him to the kitchen. He would've much rather to sit on one of those comfortable-looking sofas but that would mean having to talk to people and he was exhausted both mentally and physically. He chewed on bread while listening to the chatter of the party. No one had come looking for him so he figured he might as well slip out the front door once he finished with his food. He'd be damned if he didn't eat his entire plate.

As he was chewing, he could hear a set of footsteps growing closer to the small hallway and he tensed, hoping it wasn't Mr. Nightingale who would then bear witness to the sad sight of Coriolanus eating whatever he could get his grubby hands on. Finally, he laid eyes on Soarynn Nightingale who gave him a look of concern, "Are you alright Coryo?" She asked, worrying flooding her voice. Coriolanus feigned a look of normality as he nodded, "Oh yes, just a bit overwhelmed is all," he waved her off, hoping she'd go back to her rich friends and leave him in his self-pitying thoughts.

Soarynn, much to his horror instead came closer, in fact, she sat on the step above him as if this was a perfectly normal occurrence. He couldn't stop himself from giving her a questioning look. Had someone put her up to this? It was Livia, he was sure of it.

Soarynn brushed her hair behind her ears, giving him a small smile, "You know, you don't have to lie to me, you can trust me." Coriolanus scoffed, what did she know about trust? "I don't mean to offend you, because you've been a lovely hostess but I promise that we have nothing in common," Coriolanus told her flatly. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but he needed to keep her at arm's length along with the rest of his classmates and really everyone in the Capitol for that matter.

Soarynn raised her eyebrows, giving him an almost defiant look that made him question his assumptions about her, "Tell me something about yourself," she said, "and if I can't find something in common with you then I'll have my driver take you home."

Now that was a bet worth taking.

Coriolanus felt a smirk tugging at his lips, finally, his horrible childhood was paying off because there was no way Soarynn would be able to relate to him in any way, shape, or form.

He knew it was cheap and quite dark but he needed something to guarantee that Soarynn wouldn't be able to relate to him. "Alright, when I was little my mother died during the war, it was childbirth, too much blood, I was going to be a big brother to a little sister."

The slightly amused look on Soarynn's face fell and he knew he had her. This girl clearly didn't know what it was like to grow up without a mother, although he had yet to meet Mrs. Nightingale. Soarynn swallowed, looking down at the stairs for a moment before giving him a sad smile, "Then I'm afraid you'll be walking home."

Coriolanus furrowed his eyebrows, what was she talking about?

Soarynn sighed and kicked off her heels, so casual in the midst of a somewhat formal setting, "My own mother died during childbirth, although not during the war, but from the same thing as yours, too much blood." Coriolanus felt his throat tightening up. He missed his mother dearly, all he had to remember her by was her silver compact with the rose-scented powder that he only brought out in moments of stress.

"What was she like?" He asked, his voice scratchy. Soarynn shrugged, "I don't know, I've never met her." Now he was terribly confused, "But how is that possible? If you never met your mother and she died during childbirth then that means..." His voice died off as he put the pieces together. The oh-so tragic pieces.

"I killed her," she whispered, pulling her knees up, "not many people know that so I'd appreciate it if you kept it to yourself."

Coriolanus nodded, knowing how much of a burden it must be on the girl next to him, "Your secret's safe with me."

Soarynn cleared her throat, "Well what do you remember about your mother?" It was hard to think of someone he hadn't seen or spoken to in so long, he really only had distant memories. "She could sing," he said, "she'd sing me a lullaby, something about roses and birds."

Soarynn perked up, "Oh! My dad used to sing me a song like that when I was little. Roses are red, songbirds are blue, heavens know I love you." He found it nearly impossible not to fall in love with her at that very moment.

"You have a pretty voice," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks tinge with redness. Coriolanus couldn't sing to save his life, most of his classmates couldn't but it seemed that the one capable person sitting next to him didn't feel like sharing her talent with the world. Soarynn shrugged, "I get kind of nervous, I don't do too well in crowds. I can play the piano just fine though."

Coriolanus felt himself slightly sulk at the fact that she was rich enough to know how to play the piano, to own a piano. His stomach grumbled and he looked down at his half-eaten plate and he caught Soarynn looking too, "Sorry if the food isn't very filling," she said, "we decided on mostly finger foods but maybe we should've gotten more."

Coriolanus shook his head, "Don't apologize Soarynn I...I wasn't even invited and yet you brought me in. You've been very sweet and here I am talking about my dead mother and making you talk about yours when I should be focused on winning the Plinth Prize."

Soarynn tilted her head, "The Plinth Prize?"

Had he said Plinth Prize? Well, the cat was out of the bag now so to speak. "Yes, it'll be awarded to one student at the end of the upcoming school year and I'm going to win it." Soarynn raised her eyebrows, looking very impressed, "What'll you do with the money if you win?"

Coriolanus let out a hollow laugh, trying to imagine coming into that sort of money, being able to give away that sort of money "I'll fix everything," he said, "fix my penthouse, my wardrobe, fill my fridge up, hire some staff. Hell, I might even run for President." A frown tugged at her lips as she shifted closer to him, "Your fridge is empty?" Coriolanus felt his complexion slightly pale, he shouldn't have let that slip.

All his hard work just went down the drain because of a pretty girl.

He might as well go out with a bang, "Yes I'm actually quite broke," he admitted, figuring there was no use in hiding it, "this suit is practically falling apart, along with the rest of my life but I'll win the money and everything will change."

He studied Soarynn's face for any sort of reaction. She could laugh at him, or go and tell everyone that Coriolanus Snow didn't have a cent to his name. But instead, she reached down and took his hands in hers, they were so soft and warm, and small, "Oh, Coryo why didn't you tell someone?"

Coriolanus shuddered at the thought of asking for help. He'd rather drown. "Snow lands on top," he said, "and Snow doesn't ask for help." Soarynn sighed, squeezing his hands gently, "Boys and their egos," she muttered. Coriolanus couldn't help but laugh at her comment, he didn't know she was capable of being sassy but Soarynn Nightingale was just full of surprises.

Soarynn smirked, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about telling someone, I know I wouldn't be able to hold it in if we suddenly had no money." Coriolanus sighed, he barely remembered what it was like to have money, but he sure knew how to pretend like he did. "I have," he agreed, worrying if he was holding her hands too tightly or too loosely, girls were difficult to understand at this age.

"Were you planning on keeping it a secret for the rest of your life?" Soarynn's question causes a frown to tug on his lips. Coriolanus planned on living for a very long time so being broke when you were old sounded like a horrible nightmare to him. He remembered how weak his grandmother got in her final weeks, how he gave her every bit of food he could scrounge up. Being young had its advantages, and the Academy often provided food at events so he could always count on that. But no, being a grown-up would come with its own challenges, broke or rich.

"Well I don't plan on being poor for the rest of my life, so to answer your question, no, but I certainly won't tell people about my past once I'm bathing in my riches," he decided then and there. Soarynn's thumb brushed over his knuckles and Coriolanus felt his breath hitch in his throat, "What if you don't win?"

What a horrible question to ask someone.

But Coriolanus had thought about that on his way home tonight, about the possibility of him going home a sore loser, second place most likely to someone who was already rich and would be spending the Plinth Prize on their vacation. "Failure isn't an option," he said, his voice steady as his blue eyes stared into her blue-gray ones. They were so enchanting, he'd be happy to drown in them for the rest of his life.

Soarynn nodded, biting her lip for a moment before speaking up, "I believe in you Coryo, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you win."

Well, he certainly hadn't expected that. He thought she might give him a pat on the back, wish him luck, and send him home with some leftovers. Not to pledge herself to help him no matter what the cost.

Coriolanus swallowed, his hands suddenly feeling so sweaty, "You...you really don't have to do that Soarynn, you've already been so sweet." And she had been, she listened to him, and goodness did it feel good to get all of that off his chest.

Soarynn shook her head and pulled him towards her until they were inches apart, the same height even though she sat on one step above him, "You're a good person Coryo," she said softly, "and it's not your fault that your family fell on some hard times. You deserve to win, to be happy, and not have to worry about your next meal."

Coriolanus couldn't believe that a person like Soarynn Nightingale existed. So kind and selfless, so generous and sweet. This was the type of girl you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Which is why he was suddenly leaning in and she was too and then he was kissing her. He was kissing Soarynn Nightingale and she was kissing him back.

It lasted maybe ten seconds but she tasted so sweet, smelled so sweet, was so sweet. And the smile she gave him after was sweeter than anything he'd ever tasted. "You should ask me out on a date," she whispered, her lips inches away from his lips.

Coriolanus licked his lips, his mind still clouded from that kiss, "Okay," he whispered back. He'd do anything she asked him to do. Maybe this was good, something new, something kind. He could see it now, their dates, the stolen glances, the dinners he would have here with her dad. They'd make a good couple, they'd graduate together, he'd win the Plinth Prize with her by his side.

His sweet girl.

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saltylandland · 1 year ago

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Every Creepy Vamp needs a Broken Good Girl 🦇🦇

Warnings: public sex, and I mean PUBLIC sex, reader gets perceived, the public judges reader more than paul bc yay 80s sexism 😃, overstimulation, cunilingus, noncon/dubcon, shotgun kisses, phantom sensations, sex while high kinda, Paul is a menace, and pussy drunk, the first part hinted at yandere stuff, rn we’re taking a sharp turn into it, the other boys are enabling little shits, Paul is somehow both delusional yet lucid? Even the rest of the boys are like ‘damn, Paul’

Ok so here are people who wanted a pt2 to every good girl needs a creepy vamp: @walt25 @thechaoticcurator @ri3lsc0tt

Nervously walking onto the boardwalk, you walk around meekly looking for Paul just like he instructed that fateful night. You made sure to avoid people you would recognize at school. After skipping a couple days to recover, someone finding you on the boardwalk now would definitely cause people to talk. Or, well, talk more.

An arm wraps around you snugly and pulls you into their chest. You almost hate how you could immediately tell who it is. His usual cologne and musk being drowned out more than usual by the thick cloud of weed surrounding him.

Sure enough, his usual lack of boundaries comes back full force as he grips your hair to plant a sloppy kiss against your mouth. Without warning, Paul blows smoke into your mouth, causing you to choke on it as you cough it out. Not before inhaling most of it.

Pinning you against the rail Paul greets you excitedly, but his darkened eyes were measuring your reactions as you smile meekly at him.

You really don’t remember doing much worth noting, Paul seemingly dragging you around like a prize, and being that obnoxious pda couple for a while until the concert catches your eye. He brings you to the boys who happened to be at the concert and introduces you, you recognize them as the boys who had to tear Paul off of you. They barely looked at you, whether that means they’re just not interested, but the tightening in Paul’s possessive grip sends another message. Climbing on to the rail, Paul stands behind you and rests his head on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

You all idled as they watched the concert going on, chatting a bit with each other as they went. This was the most comfortable you felt all night, the boys having such an off putting aura around them that people naturally drifted away from them. But of course that peace barely lasts. Paul was never one to stay still, his hands tapping to the beat of the song against your sides while he peppers kisses against your neck, occasionally nuzzling into you. But then you feel that familiar feeling. Cold, large hands seep into your clothes and touch your skin. You can feel Paul smile as you jump at the contact.

You whisper to Paul in protest but he only plays dumb, the rest of the boys shushing you when your voice gets louder and higher pitch. The hands grope at your body shamelessly, massaging at your tits until your nipples poked out, only to tug on them meanly. Hands pinch and squeeze at your ass as you feel the fabric of your panties get pulled taut against your pussy. The security that the boys presence provides could only do so much, when people start to glance over, Paul grabs your cheeks and holds your head in place to start making out. Swallowing the noises you made as the phantom fingers start to wiggle their way inside your pussy. Immediately gunning for the places that made you see stars and seize up. Your thighs clench around nothing, and for any bystander watching, it would just look like you’re a horny girlfriend getting hot and bothered by making out. That frustration in your chest only makes you burn brighter, your sensitivity hiking up higher and higher until Paul swallows your moans and pants as you tip over the edge.

If it were anyone else, that would be it. But Paul craves excess. As he holds you down against his chest he licks up your lips as you pant and keen quietly as the cool hands on your body don’t stop for a second. With fingers poking and rubbing at your clit, the hand that’s fingering you adds another finger, going faster and faster as you can feel a wet spot build in your shorts. With a shudder and a few stray tears shed, you came again, this time quietly panting as you belatedly notice the opening band wrap up their set.

The rest of the boys leave the railing when the new band comes on, sending Paul warning glances that he brushes off. Once they are out of sight, he pulls you off of the railing while keeping you facing the front. His hips dig into you as he suggested that you two go somewhere private. Naively thinking that you could put off his advances for a while longer, you say that you want to stay. Sharing a look with Paul, you didn’t realise until too late what you were ‘hinting’ at. With a shrug he turns back to the new band opening with the first song, still blocking you in against the railing.

Wasting no time Paul shoves his hand down your pants as people walk by and stop to peek at the concert. You startled out a sharp ‘Paul!’ Causes people around you to see Paul with his hand down your shorts.

Most turn back around like this has happened a lot with couples here, but none had been as shameless as Paul was. Some looked on with varying emotions. But Begging with your eyes to the ones looking at you with disgust didn’t try to help, seemingly had already reached the conclusion that this was intentional, but they didn’t look away.

The area wasn’t the main part of the boardwalk, so you didn’t have to worry about kids seeing even at 11pm, but it was still crowded as ever with drunk concert goers all around. Which gave you two an immediate audience.

Paul was busy kissing down your shoulder, going over every previous hickey and starting to make some new ones. The hand not shoved down your shorts, petting your sodden clothed pussy, was fondling your tits. His hips grinding against your ass.

Your protests were quiet, not wanting anymore attention on yourself. Pleading to go somewhere private, but Paul demands that you watch the concert and to let him work.

Pressing your chest against the rail, you could only grip onto it as Paul tugs down your shorts and underwear down to your knees. That was rather unnecessary and very much on purpose, as Paul only bothered to unbuckle his pants just enough to get his stiff cock out.

Swatting at your ass with increasingly humiliatingly loud smacks, Paul sinks into you a loud groan, in his own world as he rocks you slowly. The rail rocks along slightly with Paul’s thrusts, causing even more people to look over.

This scene was getting harder to ignore, with some leaving, sending annoyed glances to you, specifically to you. Others don’t even bother to ‘watch’ the concert anymore.

Paul holds you by the throat, keeping you upright and looking onto the faces around you, as he busies himself with your body. Thrusting faster, trying to hit deeper as his belt buckle stings against each smack of his hips. His other hand is going to drag against your clit just how you like it, just how he found out last time by playing with you until you screamed. The phantom hands have not stopped at all, going to squeeze at your tits and hook around your lips to make you drool over nothing. The perfect picturesque slut that the public is shaping you into. With an undignified squeal, you cum against Paul’s cock, but he barely bats an eye, only going harder as the aftershocks of your orgasm make you forget yourself. With breathless ’ah ah ah’s getting louder and pitchier as one of your hands goes to push at Paul’s stomach.

You hear whispers around you, a few whistles and cheers break through as if you were prime time entertainment. Through blurry eyes you see the cacophony of reactions around you. Girls looking on seem invested in your reactions, those with their boyfriends look on invested as well, but with hints of jealousy on their faces. Whether it was because their boyfriends were equally invested, or they were jealous that you had a ’boyfriend’ that made you cum. But with each moan, pant, and squeal you let out they hung onto everything. You see people squirm with each sloppy thrust, and some couples start to make out, still not daring to go as far as Paul’s pushing you.

Unwillingly scanning the crowd you look on with horror as you lock eyes with familiar faces in the crowd, and that’s exactly when you reach your second climax. Stuck in place your eyes barely leave them as you cum again, your eyes welling up in shame. This time Paul follows you, fucking you harder, he groans into your ear with a moan that would put any pornstar to shame. You could only hang your head as you knew that Paul was far from done, his still hard cock sliding in and out with increasingly loud ‘squelch’s as his hips meet yours without pause. You see the people you know watch this go on, not making any move to leave but you can tell they’re gossiping about you. They don’t go to school with you, not anymore at least, but they know most of the seniors, all of your friends. And you just know that this will be everywhere.

You can feel something inside your chest tighten, a small sob bubbling up in your throat as you mourn your ‘good girl’ reputation goodbye. It was literally being fucked out of you by the same kind of person you looked down on.

Only rubbing salt into the wound, Paul’s hand goes and grabs the back of your knee, peoples eyes zeroing on where you two were connected. Both of your cum mixing and starting to throth at your entrance, it was trailing down your thighs and pooling at your underwear.

You can feel another climax coming and you know that familiar feeling and what it will bring. Wanting to fight harder against it but you were too boneless to do anything but brace your hands against the rail. You think Paul senses it too, picking up his pace just slow enough to not give away something supernatural, but he attacks that volatile part inside of you mercilessly. You screech as you fully squirt all over the pavement as you can both feel and hear Paul cackle next to you, rubbing at your clit harder to make it more messy.

You were crying at this point, as you watch your audience gape at you and gasp, whistles come in again and Paul’s cock pulses inside you, cumming again but he was still, fucking, hard.

You rested your head against Paul’s chest as you mentally prepare yourself for the ceaseless fucking, but like cold water you feel his cock slip out and you were swiftly picked up Into a bridal style hold. Your cum soaked shorts and panties thrown onto your midriff as Paul runs away into the darker parts of the beach.

You belatedly notice Paul’s friends with him, scolding him about something, you only make out the word ‘security’ before you were placed onto an abandoned towel On one of the dark corners of the beach. Perhaps this was the ‘private area’ Paul offered beforehand, the little section of beach barely part of the boardwalk. The boys around you gather up firewood as Paul pries your thighs apart, mouthing at the trails of cum before he starts to nip at your swollen pussy.

Soon you were outlined by the light from the fire the boys created as they watched on, a bit exasperated and even becoming slightly perturbed by their friend’s obsession. Paul ignored everything else, moaning as he eats you out as you choke out his name between sobs, gasping for breath as your legs bunch up and a hand instinctively pushes at his head.

This did barely anything, as your arms were turned to jello at least three orgasms ago, but it encouraged Paul to drive his face deeper, his tongue lapping at your clit then burying itself into your cunny.

Whether it was mercy, or it was impatience, Paul didn’t force another orgasm just yet. Moving up your body to lap at you like a dog in heat. His normally cooler body heats up as he grinds his cock onto your pelvis eagerly. When his dick finally catches onto your entrance, he wastes no time sliding back into you with a satisfied moan.

With no music in the background, the noises that come out between your bodies echo into the night as your bodies slap against each other lewdly.

You moan abashedly not having the strength anymore but to lie down and take what Paul gives you. His hands grab at your ass as he bends over to lap at your sweaty skin, sucking at your tits with loud embarrassing ‘pop’s and using his mouth to pull at your nipples.

You lose track of time, only feeling a sudden rush as you are pushed from climax into climax.

Falling asleep, you didn’t know that it would be your last day on the boardwalk, or in public for quite awhile.

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