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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year ago

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Hello! I loved your last hobie fic btw it was really good!!

Imagine that in hobies universe you died but when he travels to miles universe he sees you alive 😭 and then the reader introduces themselves to him the same way they did in his universe

Keep feeding us with these ATSV fics 😈😈

Have a great day!!!

Thank you for enjoying my Hobie Brown stuff anon cuz he’s been invading my mind recently. I hope to god this is okay for ya. 🦦

Hobie remembered first meeting you as though it were yesterday, you were within an alleyway vandalising the walls with your spray paint, he happened to be passing by when one of your masterpieces caught his eye; it was of him…well him as Spider-Man clocking a cartoonish Osborne -appropriately adorned with devil horns and a tail- in the head with his eyes crossed out in red spray paint as though he were dead.

It got a good chuckle out of him that was for sure and from that alone he knew he had to know you more on a personal level. ‘Whatcha gonna call that?’ He asked aloud, making you jolt, you were pretty sure you had chosen a spot where you weren’t going to get caught by the authorities or those that’d grass you up for expressing how you truly felt about Osborne and all those just like him. You shrugged, looking up at your finished product before looking back over at Hobie, ‘dunno yet,’ you told him truthfully, ‘my working titles are either anarchy incarnate or death to capitalism.’

Hobie hummed in approval, but he thought you could do better, ‘how about anarchy is the death of capitalism?’ He suggested and he couldn’t never forget the light in your eyes upon hearing his working title, that in the midst of your excitement you had grabbed him by the arm, ‘that’s it! That’s what I should call it, you’re a genius man!’ You cried before realising what you did and immediately removed your hand from his arm, ‘sorry about that.’ Hobie dismissed your apology by slinging an arm over your shoulder. ‘Nah, don’t give me that shit, you shouldn’t have to apologise for being yourself for that’s what they want you to do.’

‘I don’t think I ever got your name.’ You said. ‘Hobie. Hobie brown and may I get to know the name of the amazing artist behind this.’ Hobie gestured to the spray painting. ‘Y/n l/n.’ You replied. ‘Well y/n, I think we’re going to get along quite well.’ And you did.

So when your untimely death happened, Hobie felt as though he were Achilles having lost his Patroclus. He cradled your body into his arms even long after you had said your final words, ‘keep fighting the good fight, my little anarchist.’ and much longer after it had already gone cold. You had told him that you were heading out to go spray paint with some people you’ve met and the worst soon came when despite knowing that you didn’t have to, you still went out of your way to act as a distraction so that the rest may escape; which resulted in the way that it did.He knew he should’ve gone with you that day because then maybe you would still be alive and taking the piss out of him for worrying about you but he didn’t, so you weren’t.

Ever since then Hobie had made it his goal to keep fighting for not only his chase but yours as well in your memory. He made you a memorial in the exact same place where you first met, always paying it a visit whenever he felt as though he needed you with him, which has lead him to start talking to your spray pairings as though they were actually you. There was without a shadow of a doubt that you were quite possibly one of the greatest artists to have ever lived, alongside with being an avid inspiration to many to the youths who felt as though they had no way of expressing themselves when feeling slighted by the society they were born in. Hell you even inspired him! So much so that there were a multitude of songs he would perform that depicted a individual with stardust in their eyes, a rebellious fire in their heart and a insatiably need to insight the themes of anarchy within anything they touched.

After your death Hobie kept a good portion of your things; such as your spray cans that would never get used, your clothes that still clung onto the very last essence of you much like he did and even kept the picture you took together after helping you finish a project you had been wanting to pursue for a long while; and who would’ve thought that it would be him, not as Spider-Man, just good old Hobie Brown with the message, ‘keep fighting the good fight, my little anarchist.’

So when he caught himself walking down a alleyway much like he did long ago but this time in a completely new place, he felt as though he was being hit with a wave of de ja vu when his ears picked up on the familiar hissing sound of a spray can. It was like he was back there again and if his memory serves him right, he knew what was to come next the moment he, Gwen and Miles made it into a clearing where they were greeted with the sight of someone’s back as they were deeply engrossed with their own handy work. ‘You’re going to love them Hobie, they’re like super cool and awesome.’ Gwen told him but her words went in one ear and out the next as he stared up at the spray painting of Miles as Spider-Man mid swing; it was beautiful without a doubt but they style in which it was drawn was all too familiar.

‘Whatcha gonna call that?’ Hobie had said without realising it until you jolted before turning to look directly at him, regaining your composure, ‘dunno yet.’ You shrugged and your voice sounded like an echo to the past for Hobie who so desperately wanted to pinch himself in that moment. ‘my working titles are either a bright new era or rising above all expectations.’ Hobie didn’t say anything for he knew he was going to say something that would only scare you away, just because you were another version of his y/n didn’t mean you shared the same memories; to you, he was just another spider-man from another reality, he wasn’t your Hobie despite how he wish he was but he knew he couldn’t put that on you.

He also couldn’t blame you for being alive while his version of you was dead. It wouldn’t be fair on you for being blamed for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with and it wouldn’t be fair on him either, as despite how many times he made himself believe that he has accepted your death, his heart would remind him that he truly hadn’t. You were such a pivotal part of his life that he couldn’t seem to let go of. ‘Hmm, both titles sound cool but I think we can do better.’ Miles pipped up, breaking Hobie out of his headspace that was running rampant with all the best memories you shared together. ‘How about…the bright new era of rising above all expectations?’ Hobie interjected.

You made a face at the suggestion before a wide smile spread across your face as you lost yourself in your excitement and grabbed ahold of his arm like you did when your first met, ‘that’s it! That’s what I should call it! You’re a genius dude, thank you.’ But before you could remove your hand from his arm, Hobie grasped your hand and held it firmly. ‘I don’t believe I told you my name, it’s Hobie by the way.’ Your excused his actions as an exchange of formal greeting and grasped onto his hand with the same about of force. ‘Nice to meet you Hobie, I’m y/n.’

‘I know’ is what Hobie desperately wanted to say but kept it all contained under a strained smile.

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midnightcrw · 7 months ago

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Provocative

Pairing: Alastor x fem!reader

Summary: Lucifer visits the Hazbin Hotel because his daughter called him, but there he sees a good friend he hasn't seen in a long time.

Warnings: Swearing

a/n: I know it's been a long time, but I just couldn't get myself to write anything because of my finals coming up and everything else going on. I also didn't want to write a bad third part, so I only wanted to write when I had some motivation to do so. I hope you all will like it. Part 1 / Part 2

If you had known that one day you would see Mimzy again, you would have been the most holy person in your mortal days, and unfortunately, you weren't.

And as soon as everyone in the hotel registered the short woman's appearance, Lucifer dropped his grip on your hand, looking almost fearfully at your expression, which probably said more than a thousand words.

"Why is everybody gawking? Is it cuz I'm adorable?" The woman playfully said while posing as you gritted your teeth.

And not even a second later, Alastor immediately stopped holding your hand, "Mimzy!" The happiness was more than obvious in his tone.

"Alastor, sweetie, doll face!" In your mind you were already imagining how you could break every bone in her body. "How have you been? Good? Good," she said as she put her arms around your husband.

They even squeezed each other as they made contented sounds. "You good?" Lucifer whispered in your ear as you could almost feel your eye twitch.

"Splendid," you murmured back as the Ruler of Hell continued to look at you uncertainly, but your eyes never left the pair.

"I heard you were staying at this ritzy slob factory and I figured I'd stop by, say hi! For old times sake" you hated the way she talked about Charlie's hotel as the blonde walked even closer to Alastor, if that was even possible.

"Of course, Sweetheart! Everyone is welcome here" the enthusiasm still didn't leave your husband's voice as you balled your fists tightly.

"'Everyone is welcome' my ass," Lucifer muttered hatefully, squinting his eyes at the man dressed in red.

When Charlie asked how they knew each other, you tried to hold back as best you could, you knew what was coming.

And the moment Mimzy heard the question, an even bigger smile appeared on her face "Oh yeah. We go way back."

A little too far back, you thought.

"You know, this one used to frequent the club where I used to perform. He's the only one I knew who could pound whiskey like a sailor and then keep up with me on the dance floor," her theatrics continued as she did a little dance and received a compliment from Alastor.

"Ho ho, you should have seen her in her heyday," oh, how you wished you hadn't seen her then.

You remembered everything perfectly. Mimzy and Alastor knew each other before you married him, and you met her through him.

Alastor was always a huge fan of music, especially the music that was played at the club where Mimzy used to work. And one day he had had taken you out on a date. Of course you were excited at first, you had never been to that club before, you were expecting something spectacular since your husband was always talking about it.

And oh, how spectacular it was, Mimzy practically throwing herself at your husband like it was nothing. Now, you really weren't a jealous person, but the short woman brought out the worst in you.

At first you really tried to like her, but with every backhanded compliment, you began to truly despise her more and more.

It was obvious that she had a crush on Alastor, and that crush probably never really went away, or she just wanted to get you mad by sticking to him like glue.

"Oh, oh, my stars," she made her way to Lucifer as soon as she saw him, and you immediately made your way to Alastor while she was distracted.

"You never told me she was here," you said in a snippy tone as you approached him until you and him were face to face, just with you having to look up due to his height.

"My sweet, of course Mimzy would be in hell," he only said as he looked at the chubby woman who was currently engrossed in a conversation Lucifer had no interest in.

Before you could snap at him, the annoying voice was heard once more, "No way!" Mimzy shouted loudly as she made her way towards you, deliberately swaying her hips.

And before you could prepare, the short woman hugged you tightly as she stood on her tiptoes to lean closer to you, "Still the jealous little wench, I see," she snickered as you bit your tongue.

"Ah, just like old days," Alastor's smile still remained on his face as he looked at the two of you, obviously not having heard what his friend had just said to you.

I'll show you the old days, you thought when Mimzy finally let go of you. And then you all remembered that the tour of the hotel had to continue.

"Why don't you let the others help you settle in and I'll be back before you know it," your husband said to Mimzy as he took your hand and led you to Charlie and her dad.

"Behave," Alastor whispered in your ear as his static returned and you could only scoff.

"I'm the one who should behave?! Look at you!" You whispered back, even digging your nails into the hand that was currently holding yours.

And while the tension between the two of you didn't go away, Mimzy already started talking to the others at the bar.

"How ya been, fur-ball?" She asked as she leaned her elbows against the bar, holding her face up with her hands.

"Good until five minutes ago" Husk wasn't happy about the whole situation, just like you, and it was obvious, and clearly ignoring his mood, she turned around to ask what Niffty has been up to.

"I never understood why you liked her so much," you said, keeping the frown on your face as Alastor let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist while Lucifer glared at him as Charlie showed him around.

"Jealous, aren't you?" He asked with his piercing smile, having already expected this reaction from you.

"She's the last person I would be jealous of," you snapped back, but in reality you knew she was everything you were ever jealous of.

Not only was she popular, but she was beautiful and confident. All the things you couldn't see for yourself.

Suddenly, Alastor laughed, even softly, I might add, as his hand rubbed your hip, "As it should be, you have nothing to be jealous of, love," your eyes widened.

He has never called you "love" before, unless it was to get attention or to make your marriage more believable decades ago.

"Uh-huh... Thanks, pussy cat!" Mimzy said as she drank from the glass.

"Oh, fuck you" was the only thing Husk replied with as he walked away while Angel Dust made his way to the bar.

"So uh, you and Alastor are like what? Friends?"

A grin made its way across her face, "Well, that's your word, not mine, but I think it fits," Angel Dust didn't seem too convinced as he sipped from his glass, which didn't seem to make Mimzy too happy.

"Why so surprised?" She grunted as Angel Dust responded with "Well, just didn't know he had any of those. He's been here a while and is still a big, creepy mystery. I really don't know how his his wife handles him. What even is his deal?"

At the mention of you, her face fell for a split second, but she regained her composure as she began to tell them about when Alastor revealed himself as the Radio Demon.

"But underneath is all... he's a total sweetie. Put on some jazz and pour a couple fingers of rye, and he becomes a kitten!"

Sir Pentious and Angel Dust looked at her in shock, since that part didn't sound like the Overlord they knew.

And once the tour was over and they made their way back to the bar.

"There you all are! I was starting to get real bored here," Mimzy's voice was slowly starting to make you mad once more.

"Finally," Husk grunted as he wiped the glass in his hands clean while Mimzy continued to talk.

"I bet she was the reason it took so long," obviously referring to you as she glared, "Nothing's been the same since the marriage," the short woman ranted, while you rolled your eyes at her as you suddenly felt Alastor's hand graze your back.

Looking up at him, his eyes were a fraction softer for once, as you couldn't look away.

"Since the marriage?" Lucifer asked, clearly confused as to what was being discussed.

"Their marriage, of course," Mimzy said with disgust in her voice as she nodded towards you and Alastor.

"You're married?!" Lucifer yelled as you flinched at the sudden loudness, while Alastor rubbed your arm in reassurance.

Fuck... you thought.

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7ken3 · 8 months ago

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tw. MINORS DNI, fem/afab! reader, quite the buildup n plot, reader found out she has a thing for choking, bit of voyeurism, breast play, possibly ooc gallagher, oral (fem receiving), scratching, implied impact play, smut grows into fluff but with tiny bit of angst, protected sex, no proofreading cuz all done in one sitting teehee

notes. the things i want gallagher to do to me after that trailblazer quest... like the new update just made me go full on feral thoughts for him

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Gallagher reminds me of that neighbour that has been living beside you for years, that neighbour who he, kinda unfortunate for you, has seen everything, from your past lover storming out of your house, to your coos echoing in your house directed to your pet, to you walking out to pick up your order, and yada yada, you get it.

He has seen it all, heard it all.

And what he has heard from you ranges on a lot of contexts... let's say your laughter, your complaints, your cries, and also your cries — of pleasure.

What shocked you the most after living beside him, acknowledging each other's presence for more than half a decade, was the thought of him popping up in your mind while you were going at it. At first, you thought:

"Hey... this is... wrong! I shouldn't be thinking about my neighbour like that..."

But once he appears, then disappears, and when you thought that'd be final, there's the image again, but with him pressing you up against the wall, a hand carrying your leg while the other hand presses gently around your throat- Woah! Around... my throat?

It was all too good, all too... exciting, yet it's still bad.

Maybe just this once... it wouldn't hurt, right?

And just when Gallagher thought that this be the last time he'll hear your moans and begs through the wall separating your houses, your rooms, he finds himself in the same position again like the other night, his back leaning against the wall with a hand cupping his length as he strokes himself. He doesn't know why and not precisely when did he begin becoming aroused to the thought of you engulfed around his cock. Becoming so... accustomed to whatever this is.

He doesn't know when had he begin to start imagining your body bouncing on his member, or have you whine and cry as he pounds himself into you while having you spread open with your hands gripping the sheets above your head, telling him to don't stop.

He blames you that's for sure, and he blames himself too, mostly, for being attracted to you in the first place. At some point in time he wasn't sure if all this was just lust on your part, since this new stage where he finds your frequent moans and cries arousing was just a bonus point on his perspective.

Heck, it has come to a point where he has to double check in the morning when all strings of control broke loose from your offer one evening.

"You wanna try my dessert? It's my special and just... thought of sharing them with you!" You chimed, hands both clasping on the fence. It only takes for him to lean further in like he always does, for you to hitch a breath, for him to stare into those beautiful, glossy orbs of yours, and for two sentences to be exchanged:

"Why not, y/n? Bring them over later so we can enjoy them while we chat."

"Sure!"

God none of you knew that the moment after he opens the gates for you, closes the door behind him, and after you've placed your dessert on the counter, that it would be this... quiet.

The two of you stared at each other, being a meter apart at the moment feels... daunting enough for the both of you. What if he steps closer? Would he scare you off and ruin the vibe? Or what if you stepped closer and close the distance, just to go along with your fantasies and fulfil your subconscious longing that has grown over time for him.

Then your bodies clashed, as if both minds were on the same wavelength about the same thing, your hands fumbled across your clothes, the two of you not sure where to begin. He was yearning and you were craving for each other's touch.

The room now fills with pants, your hands slid up to his chest and to his stubbled jaw, his hands squeezes your waist before venturing down to grope your ass. You swear that the further your bodies press against each other it might soon become one.

"Gallag-" your hand cradles his neck, "-gher", as your right leg lifts up, your lips molding together with his before he hoists you up to wrap your legs around him. It was all too fast, all too fast that you're both in his bedroom, clothes messily and not even completely torn off each other. He gazes dreamily at you, admiring your body under the warm evening light, how the sunset orange hue washed over your body, eccentuating the curves and dents of your perked mounds.

Was this even reality?

Now that you're beneath him and how he has his clothed member pressed against your clothed sex. A moan slips off your lips as his calloused hands graze past your belly and up to grab your tits. He squeezes and jiggles them, playing and toying your bud until you're a squirming mess beow. Too much, this feeling you've thought of countless times begins to feel too much!

You arched your back in response, and he toys them further, rolling his thumbs on your buds before coming down to kiss you. He never thought he'll hear your moans this clearly in his ears, especially when he goes further down to suckle on your nipple while the other hand ventures further down, tracing patterns on your stomach before going lower and lower, until he decides to flick his tongue at your swollen bud due to how wet you've become. At this point he couldn't care how messily you're gripping his hair, he lowers his head down to the wet spot between your legs.

"How long have you been waiting for this?" He asks, chuckling at the sight.

You waste no time in replying to his question, "So long. So, so long, Gallagher."

"Ya know, y/n... I... nevermind." He whispers towards the end, not wanting to dwell on a possibility that might never happen.

What was he to you anyway? He was merely a neighbour, a friend, nothing more.

Even though the chemistry is strong, what type of chemistry is this? Based on lust? Based on cravings?

It isn't love, right?

"What is it?" Carefully, as if he might pull away, you try to move your hands to cup his face, only for him to press his face firmly onto your sex, your hands now carefully pinned by your sides. You buck your hips when you felt his wet, warm tongue pressing against your entrance. "Please- just- just-"

He retracts and hums before poking at your entrance again. The slight sensation leaves you whining before he releases your hands to hold onto your hip, the other pushing the fabric aside for him to swallow you whole in his mouth. He licks, sucks, nibble the side of your thighs. You taste even better than he had imagined, and he becomes more eager at each beg and cry he gets to pull out of your panting wet lips. He pauses for a moment, perhaps fearing he might go mindless into eating your wet pussy out.

"Tell me if you need me to stop," he pauses, hoping that he wouldn't make you uncomfortable, "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable-"

"Gallagher." This time not caring to be gentle, you pull his face up, all he can do is to blink at you, wondering if he has ruined the mood, wondering the reason behind the firm tone of your voice. "I..."

Your pause only leaves him more nervous than he anticipated, he doesn't show it, yet his mind is running around the places right now. You? You what?

Watching as you grow hesitant, his voice now soft, asks out to you. "You...?"

"I want you."

His heart stops. I... want you?

"Y/n, really... Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want you. I need you."

Immediately he buries himself into the taste of your pussy, licking and sucking any liquid off your entrance. Your moans grow from begs and gasps to cries of gibberish, cries of how good he's making you feel.

The two of you went on and on, condom after condom, scratches after scratches. Hours went by, and rounds after rounds were done. By the time the two of you come for the umpteenth time, his bedsheets now become a mess as the both of you lay there, panting, heaving. The stings on your bodies now barely felt as a fog of satisfaction clouds your minds.

"I want you."

The words echo in his mind again, guess he might need to check again with you in the morning if you ever decide to stay over for the night tonight.

Though, he's now sure he doesn't have to when he realizes he has fallen all over again for you in the dark of his room tonight, turning his head at your call to find you gazing up at him, as if the stars were now a part of your irises. Your arms now loosely wrapped around his waist, your laid body snuggled much closer to his seated figure as a soft murmur slips out, now becoming a memento of tonight.

"Stay, Gallagher."

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lizziesribbons · 9 months ago

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Good mommy |

PAIRING:WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEM! READER

Summary: you convince Wanda to let you take charge this once and absolutely destroys her cuz of how excited and desperate you got

Warnings: smut so much smut, holy water is needed after you read this, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, over stimulation, reader being unintentionally rough but so much aftercare at the end > <

Author's note: just reminding you guys that my first language is not English, so if there are any grammatical errors PLEASE IGNORE THEM AND MOVE TF ON. Also I'm pretty fucking awkward when Im writing smut

Word count: 1.6k

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You have no idea how, but Wanda agreed when you practically begged her on your knees to let you take charge today she was pretty indecisive at first but gave in when you constantly repeated the same line over and over again while sobbing "please mommy please I've been such a good girl" making her all hot and bothered at how her sweet girl wants to please her mommy so bad

You instantly took Wanda to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed gently. She looked up at you, not knowing about the vile thoughts going inside your mind about taking her

"You're sure you know how to do this honey?" she asks softly "Yes mama, I'm sure". You assured her knowing she was a bit nervous.

"Good because I only want you to do it if you're comfortable". It made your heart flutter thinking how much care Wanda has for you, she's really the best gf ever. "I want this I promise" you reassured her. "OK good, now go ahead you know where mommy keeps her toys. Go pick one of your favs" Wanda smirks as you practically run to the closet of your shared bedroom.

Wanda starts to undress as she waits for you on the bed while you shuffle through some things in the closet.

When you come back outside, you see a naked Wanda lying down on your bed, her legs open wide as she looks at the toy attached to you with a shocked face.

"Sweetheart, don't you think that's too big mommy isn't used to that" she says, a bit unsure of the size of the strap you picked

"Oh mommy it's not too big, come on it'll be so good" you say, coming towards her.

"Just trust me, okay", you kiss her for a bit and pull back, making her chase your lips, but your hands pull her back by her chest

She raised her eyebrows at the confidence you had all of a sudden when you bit down her neck, making her scream at the sudden sensation.

"fuck baby" Wanda groans as you take one of her nipples inside your mouth, kneading the other tit. She keeps whimpering as you switch between her tits, giving them the same attention.

Your left hand travels down between her hands as your right-hand pins her hands above her head.

Wanda moans out loud as she feels two of your fingers teasing her entrance and collecting her wetness

"fuck mommy you're so wet for me" you gasp as her juices practically drip down your fingers as you bring them to your mouth and suck them clean,

"You're already ready for my strap mommy" you push the tip of your strap as her eyes widen in surprise. As you slowly guide the strap inside, her tears came inside Wanda's eyes. She underestimated the size of the strap as now it was inside her, she could feel it in her lower belly. You gave her time to adjust. When Wanda starts rolling her hips, you take that as a sign to go on.

You took almost all the strap out except for the tip and snap back, hardly making her arch her back.

Your pace starts slow but hard as you fuck her. When Wanda starts matching your rhythm, you go on faster, fucking her roughly at the force which was making the bed move "y/n honey slow down". Wanda somehow manages to say between the moans "but mommy it feels so good please" you whine, holding onto her tightly, pounding her faster.

Wanda throws her head back, arching her back as she just let you do as you please, you bring your hand down to her clit and start circling her clit, Wanda jolted at the action "oh oh god I'm going to-" she screams as she cums hard all over your strap

Not giving her a chance you pull out and turn her around, so she's laying down on her stomach, you open her legs to get between them and align your strap to her entrance again putting it in all at once, making her clutch her eyes shut and grip the sheets beneath her, as you start pounding into her, you push her face into the pillow as she let out muffled screams, you would be lying if you say this wasn't the hottest thing you ever saw, just Wanda laying down beneath you her hands behind her back face in the pillow ass up, your strap going in and out of her at a merciless speed as she screams and cry for more "look at you mommy who would've known you were such a desperate slut" the degrading words only added fuel to the fire "my slutty mommy so good for her little girl just taking her strap so well" your smirk could be heard through your words and oh how badly Wanda wanted to wipe that off your face, but she had to agree it felt good it felt so, so good to just let go "y/n please" she let out a gasp "please what mommy?" you ask with fake innocence "you have a mouth use it to speak." you say as you pull her flushed against your front by her hairs and whisper in her ears "go on say it" pounding into her at an animalistic pace you yank her head "please honey let mommy come she needs it so bad" she whines, her demanding voice made you groan as you bit into her neck, your hand starts playing with her nipples as you fuck her faster knowing she's almost at her peak "go on mommy come for your girl" you whisper in her ears and she sat still her orgasm approaching her soon after making her scream out loud, you were sure the neighbors definitely heard it, but you didn't care, as Wanda went lump against your body you pull out of her slowly making her whince at the emptiness, you undid the harness and throw it away holding Wanda and carefully lying her down, she just closes her eyes still unable to speak "just lay down I'll bring a hot towel and water okay" you whisper softly as Wanda weakly nods

After a few minutes, she feels the bed dunk beside her. She flutters open her eyes and sees you with a towel, a glass of water and a smirk ofc "take that smirk off your face y/n" she whines as she takes the glass from you softly and drinks the water "Come on mommy you have to admit I'm a pretty good top" you say as you clean her up carefully and lay her down between your legs spooning her, taking the glass from her hand and putting it at the bedside table

"Sure you were sweetheart, but you have to understand mommy's still in charge here" she says, still in her flustered state, knowing she will most definitely ask you to take charge again in the future, but didn't want you to win this game "didn't seem like it when you were screaming and begging me to make you cum" you mumble hoping she didn't hear, she turns around and tilts her head "careful sweetheart mommy is too tired to punish her brat right now but if you keep being like that mommy will have to" she raises her eyebrows almost daring you to continue, but you knew better than to argue with mommy

"I'm gonna shutup now sorry". You do the mouth zipping gesture and wrap your arms around Wanda, pulling her in "goodnight mommy". You say as you kiss her head "goodnight sweetheart".

#elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff smut #Soft mommy wanda #Domwanda

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honeytonedhottie · 10 months ago

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some manifesting exercises⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

this post serves as a bunch of manifesting exercises that i have tried and do. its simply a collection of some of my favorite manifesting exercises and it can serve as inspo or something that you'd like to try

manifesting is super fun and effortless and i think that its important to make the manifesting process fun and enjoyable and not overcomplicate it or make it seem harder than it rly is. ENJOY getting everything that u want ✨

robotic affirming - it's exactly as it sounds. its how i manifest a lot of my desires, this is def specified taste though so it won't be for everyone but i rly like it personally cuz i manifest fast with it. all u do is just choose an affirmation (1-2) and affirm it as much as possible ; while doing mundane tasks, in bed, in the shower, repetition is the key to this one. i use this for just about anything.

voice memos - this gets u into that state of mind where you're like "it already happened" so you'd make a voice memo of u talking about ur desire as if you already had it. so if im manifesting a new makeup product my voice memo would be : "today i used _ it was so GOOD. it made my lips so moisturized, i love the way it looks on me and it even smells nice" etc etc. or think of it like ur sending a voice message to a friend being super excited that one of ur manifestations materialized. i use this for sp's a lot.

saturated mind - since i like to write, i'd write vaunts and scripts and affirmations lists and when i had the time/when i wanted to do it, i would sit with a subliminal and put it on loop, and i'd time myself for x amount of time (at least 10 minutes for me) and just VAUNT and READ all of it nonstop. while writing its important to use repetition and speak about my desires in the present tense and use affirmations are customized to ur desire.

eavesdropping - this one is pretty fun i think, its just imagining that someone (friend, family member, classmate whatever) is talking about u regarding ur desire. its called the eavesdrop method bcuz its like ur eavesdropping on ppl talking about you, except their speaking about u positively.

writing a story - write a story about urself in relation to ur desire. for example, lets say u rly like cookies. you'd write a story about urself receiving the cookies, eating the cookies. how you felt when u saw the cookies, how it tasted etc etc. and be GRATEFUL as though it happened already. saying "it is done" always triggers that feeling of fullness for me.

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wcbblife · 7 months ago

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could you do paige with either a black gf or a volleyball player gf hcs??

Paige x Volleyball player!gf HCs

a/n: I've had this idea in the drafts for quite a bit of time. So glad you sparked my mind to finally finish it

Bit of background about you two ig:

What first stood out to Paige about you was the ability to absolutely spike the ball with an insane amount of power. The first time she saw you play she was with KK because they were both oh so bored on their free day. Next thing she knew you were elevating off the floor and slamming your palm against the ball with an insane amount of strength. They both let out a synched “DAMN” as the ball quickly made its way down to the floor with a resounding bang. One after the other, she was literally left with her jaw on the floor at how good you were and how you were able to carry the team to a flawless victory.

She definitely went home and searched all of your highlights, slowly being more and more captivated by how high you could jump and how fast you could react to get some saves. After that, she would literally make up the stupidest excuses to just see you absolutely dominate on the court.

Noticing her growing attendance, fans began to joke around on the internet (with pics and vids). You take notice of this. Especially on how she cheered extra hard whenever you helped on scoring a point.

Funny enough I think you two would meet in the library. She would pass you and the look on her face is hilarious (something between a mix of amazement, shock, and something else). She tries to stop the absolute sound of excitement that she wants to let out.

"Dude, you’re an awesome player.” She says, smiling super bright.

"Well if it isn’t my biggest fan” You tease. “But are you serious? You’re the cool one here.”

You both continue to absolutely geek out about one another and compliment the other's play style. It’s then that you find out that she absolutely loves when you spike.

You both get closer after one particular game where your famous strong spikes literally sealed the deal for the team to win. After a particularly impressive spike she literally jumped while screaming as loud as she could and you couldn't even deny that trying to ignore a tall blonde jumping erratically up and down was getting harder after each game. So you just turned towards her and pointed to mess with her. It worked though cuz Paige went absolutely crazy.

After that, you two started talking some more and you even started showing your face to some of her basketball games. And she asked you out after one of her hard games, caught up in the high of the game. You two immediately become the school's hottest topic after it.

Some actually normal HCs:

She absolutely is your biggest fan. No one ever cheers louder for you than Paige Bueckers.

Is eager to learn how to set for you so that she can help you with your spikes. Like seeing it first hand because it makes her feel so starstruck seeing it first hand.

Absolutely loves to play beach volleyball with you. Idk why she just seems like it.

Lovesssss to see you in your uniform. Especially with those shorts. Makes her go crazy.

Goes nuts when you react fast and save the ball. "YEAH BABY! YOU SHOW EM HOW ITS DONE!"

Will 100% challenge you to a 1v1 but immediately regret it as she watches you jump to slam the ball. “Chill! You're gonna kill me if you do that.”

She loves to learn and break down each set with you. Especially if you tell her it helps you better your game. And vise versa. You love to watch her games and hear her break down her own playing.

Outside of sports and school, Paige will literally show you off to everyone (like imagine a family Christmas party and she's literally holding someone hostage while showing them you play. “Isn't she awesome? I mean just look at her!").

Acts like a concerned mother whenever you fall one too many times in a game while diving to save the ball from touching the ground.

Loves it when you wink or smile in her direction while you're playing. It actually drives her a little crazy.

#wcbb #women's basketball #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader

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falafelluva · 13 days ago

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Hii. Love your stories! Was thinking about maybe kenan meeting a girl and them being friends but he has a raging crush on her and just fluff and him being all shy around her.

; 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝘬.𝘺𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘻 ✮

summary: the req

warnings: nothing basically?😔

author’s note: me when, this is so rushed cuz tell me why my mom randomly tells me that my neighbor (who has Alzheimer’s) lost his dog and now we have to go look for it cuz we feel bad 😔🙏

It was one of those crisp autumn evenings when the leaves turned shades of orange and gold, and the air was filled with laughter and warmth.

You were at a gathering organized by a mutual friend, a cozy get-together meant for catching up and enjoying the last of the warm weather.

The house was alive with chatter, music softly playing in the background, and the enticing aroma of food wafting from the kitchen. As you mingled with the crowd, you caught glimpses of Kenan across the room.

He was sitting on the couch, surrounded by a few friends, his easy smile lighting up his face. He had always been a part of your extended friend group, but tonight, there was something different about him.

You noticed how his laughter seemed a little more genuine, how his eyes sparkled when he caught sight of you.

You couldn’t deny that Kenan was attractive. With his tousled light but dark hair and bright eyes, he had a youthful charm that was hard to resist. But it was more than that; it was the way he carried himself—a mixture of confidence and shyness that made him even more intriguing.

There was a magnetism about him that drew you in, and you felt an undeniable pull to know him better.

After a while, you found yourself wandering over to where Kenan sat, a nervous flutter in your stomach as you approached.

“Hey, Kenan!” you greeted, flashing him a warm smile. “What are you up to?”

He looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to a wide grin. “Oh, hey. Not much, just hanging out,” he replied, his voice slightly shaky as he brushed a hand through his hair, trying to play it cool.

You could see the faint blush creeping up his cheeks, and it made your heart race a little.

“Mind if I join you?” you asked, taking a seat beside him. The moment felt electric, and you couldn’t help but feel a spark of connection.

“Sure! I mean, yeah, of course!” he stammered, sounding more excited than he intended. He shifted slightly, trying to compose himself, and you couldn’t help but notice how adorable he looked when he was flustered.

As the evening progressed, you both chatted about everything and anything. Kenan was funny and charming, his shy demeanor gradually melting away as he grew more comfortable around you.

You found yourself laughing at his jokes, hanging on every word he said, and it felt easy—like you had known each other for much longer than just a few casual encounters.

“So, how’s football going?” you asked, genuinely curious about his passion.

He lit up at the question, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s going great! We’ve been training hard, and I think the team has a good shot this season,” he replied, his excitement palpable.

“But honestly, I get super nervous before games. I just hope I can keep up my performance.”

You nodded, impressed by his dedication. “I’m sure you will. You’ve got the talent and the determination,” you encouraged, sensing his passion for the sport. “I’d love to come watch a game sometime.”

His face lit up at your words, a hint of surprise crossing his features. “Really? You’d come? That would be amazing!”

“Of course! I’d love to support you,” you replied, your heart fluttering at the thought of cheering him on from the stands.

Throughout the night, you caught Kenan stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. His friends teased him about something, and you noticed him blushing deeply, a shy smile spreading across his face whenever he met your gaze.

At one point, you excused yourself to grab a drink from the kitchen. As you poured yourself some lemonade, you heard a soft voice behind you.

“Hey, can I help you with that?”

It was Kenan, his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets, a hint of nervousness in his posture.

“Sure, thanks!” you said, smiling at him as he stepped closer. He grabbed a cup and filled it, the two of you standing there in comfortable silence for a moment.

The atmosphere was charged, and you could feel the tension between you, the unspoken words hanging in the air.

“Do you… um, like it here?” he asked, breaking the silence, his eyes darting away for a moment.

“I think it’s great! I love getting to see everyone. How about you?” you replied, leaning against the counter, intrigued by his sudden shyness.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous habit you had come to find endearing. “It’s fun, but I’m glad you’re here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You make it better.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. “Really? That’s sweet of you to say,” you said, trying to hide the smile creeping onto your face.

“I’m glad to be here too.”

As the evening wore on, you both found yourselves gravitating toward each other. Kenan was still shy, but with each shared laugh and glance, you could see him slowly opening up.

He had a warmth about him that drew you in, and you couldn’t help but feel the chemistry between you grow stronger.

At one point, as the group gathered around to play a game, Kenan ended up sitting right next to you. The closeness made him fidget slightly, his knee brushing against yours. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and it made your pulse quicken.

“Hey, Kenan,” you said, nudging him playfully. “You alright? You seem a bit tense.”

He chuckled nervously, looking down at his hands. “Yeah, just, um… I don’t want to embarrass myself,” he admitted, glancing up at you.

“You won’t! Just be yourself. I promise we’re all just having fun,” you encouraged, giving him an assuring smile.

The game began, and as you all laughed and played, you found yourself stealing glances at Kenan.

He was animated when he got excited about the game, his shy exterior melting away, revealing a side of him that was fun-loving and energetic.

As the night came to an end, you felt a mix of excitement and disappointment. You had enjoyed every moment spent with him and couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something special between you.

As everyone started to leave, Kenan lingered a bit longer, shuffling his feet as he glanced at you. “So, um… can I uhhh, like, get your number?” he asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.

You felt a smile spread across your face. “Of course! I’d love that,” you replied, quickly giving him your phone.

He entered your number with a grin, a hint of bashfulness still hanging in the air. “I’ll text you! Maybe we can hang out… just us?” His voice was tentative, but the excitement was evident.

“I’d like that,” you said, your heart racing at the thought of spending more time with him.

With a shy smile and a wave, he finally turned to leave. You watched him go, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest, knowing that this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

In the days that followed, Kenan kept his word and texted you. The first few messages were tentative, filled with a mix of casual conversations and playful banter.

Kenan would often take a moment to think before replying, and you could practically feel his shyness radiating through the screen.

He’d text you about football practice, sharing funny stories about his teammates, and you found yourself laughing at the way he described their antics.

As the days turned into weeks, you found that you were looking forward to his messages more than you expected. Each one felt like a little treasure, and you found yourself smiling at your phone whenever you saw his name pop up.

One afternoon, he sent you a message asking if you wanted to join him for a casual coffee at a café near his training ground. Your heart raced at the invitation.

“I’d love to! What time?” you replied, excitement bubbling inside you.

“Is 3 PM good? I’ll be done with practice by then🫡” he responded, his enthusiasm evident even through the text.

“Perfect! I’ll see you then!”

The rest of the day felt like it dragged on forever, but when 3 PM finally rolled around, you found yourself standing outside the café, your heart pounding with anticipation.

The crisp air was refreshing, and you could smell the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the door.

When Kenan arrived, he looked even more handsome than you remembered, dressed in a casual hoodie and joggers. His hair was slightly tousled from what you assumed to be a towel, since his hair was wet.

As soon as he spotted you, his face broke into a genuine smile, and you felt your own nerves ease.

“Hey! You made it!” he exclaimed, his voice warm and inviting as he approached you.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it,” you replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.

They both stepped inside, and as you ordered your drinks, you couldn’t help but notice the way he nervously fidgeted with his phone. There was an adorable awkwardness about him that made you smile.

As you found a cozy corner table, you both settled in with your drinks. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared stories. Kenan talked about his training routines, the challenges he faced, and the excitement of being part of a professional team.

You shared your interests and passions, and it felt as if you were both peeling back the layers, revealing more of yourselves to one another.

“Honestly, it’s been tough,” he admitted, his expression turning more serious.

“There are days when I doubt myself, like, can I really do this? But then I remember why I love football so much. It’s my dream.”

You leaned in, genuinely interested. “What do you love most about it?”

He thought for a moment, a soft smile spreading across his face. “The feeling of being on the field, the adrenaline, and the closeness with my teammates. It’s like a family out there, you know?”

“I get that. It’s great that you have such passion for it,” you replied, admiring his dedication.

As the afternoon wore on, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the café windows. You could see Kenan’s nervousness starting to fade away as he relaxed into the conversation, and you cherished every moment spent with him.

Eventually, as you both finished your drinks, Kenan’s demeanor shifted slightly. He looked at you with a hint of seriousness, his gaze intense. “Can I ask you something?” he said, his voice lower.

“Sure! Anything,” you encouraged, your heart racing at the sudden change in tone.

He took a deep breath, his expression vulnerable. “I really like you. Like, more than just friends. I’ve had a crush on you for a while now,” he confessed, his cheeks flushing.

Your heart soared at his words. “I like you too, Kenan. I’ve felt a connection between us since that night at the party,” you admitted, feeling a rush of warmth wash over you.

His face broke into a bright smile, relief washing over him. “Really? Wow, I wasn’t sure how you felt.”

“Yeah, I was just waiting for you to make a move,” you teased lightly, and he laughed, the tension lifting.

“Okay, good to know. Maybe we can go out on a proper date sometime?” he suggested, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“I’d love that,” you replied, your heart fluttering with excitement at the prospect.

As you left the café, you walked side by side, the air around you buzzing with newfound chemistry and the promise of something special.

With each encounter, you both grew closer, transitioning from friends to something deeper. Kenan’s initial shyness gradually faded, revealing a playful and caring side that made your heart race.

He would often surprise you with little gestures—a text just to see how you were, a sudden invitation to a game, or even a sweet note slipped into your bag when you weren’t looking.

And as autumn turned into winter, the two of you found yourselves wrapped in a warm blanket of budding romance, discovering each other in the soft glow of streetlights on late-night walks and the quiet comfort of shared moments that left you both breathless.

You knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would lead.

#kenan yildiz x reader

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 month ago

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You can definitely ignore this little thingy if you feel uncomfortable buttttt,,,,,,, do you think Steven would like the idea of being bred? Now, breeding is cool and all I love anything that has to do with it but what if it was the opposite? Like, instead of yn it was character? (Doesn't have to be amab specifically lol cuz fake cum is a thing) but like it specifically thinking of Steven having a breeding kink, both ways not just once ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ sorry if this is not your usual type of requests or food for thought haha 😞

Okay this has been sitting in my box for a while but I finally got an idea for it asfjdlndlnd

Sorry if it's like, all over the place and not as detailed as my other stuff :'> I might come in and edit it in the morning when I'm more awake!

A Little Strange

Steven Grant x Fem! Reader

TW/CW: NSFW, Smut, Flat out smut, pegging, creampie (sorta), spanking(?), Steven is a crybaby, punishment, Sub!Steven, Top!Reader Reader has some hair that is long enough to be pushed back

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

The request your lovely, mousey, nerdy little boyfriend made of you was one you were not expecting.

Sure, you had pegged him before, but the most recent time, as you helped him ride out his orgasm, you heard him whimper and sob into the pillow; "Breed me, love--"

The poor thing was so embarrassed about it all, but after a little sit down with him, he'd explained that he had fantasized about it, imagined you with a real cock; pumping him full, letting it drip down his thighs as you pulled out...

So, you started looking into online forums, Discord servers for adult toys that gave you advice as well as some stores that did custom designed dildos with cum tubes in them, as well as prep and cleanup.

You showed the messages to Steven, showing him there was no shame in what he was thinking about and you noticed how much lighter he was.

So much so that you and Steven started looking at adult toy shops online together for the "perfect" toy to play out his fantasy.

Steven wasn't yet brave enough to enter actual shops so, that task fell to you, Steven completely and utterly trusting whatever decision you made.

However, one night, while scrolling through various product lines...

You found it.

The perfect one. Lifelike, even complete with soft foreskin--matching your very own skin tone to give Steven a bit more reality in imagining that you were going to be the one to fuck him full of cum, not some obnoxiously-colored hunk of rubber.

You bought some warming lube, the fake cum, a new harness to accommodate the tube as well as a vibrator you could insert into yourself. After all, if he was the only one getting off, it wasn't much fun if you didn't, too...

You loved Steven for that. Your pleasure was always his, too.

You looked at him questioningly as you adjusted the harness, "If you're not sure about this..."

Steven had practically been drooling, watching you slip the silicone dick into place. Hell, it looked so life-like he had to blink for a moment to remind himself it was just a toy.

Not that he would have minded the real thing, per se...

He nodded, a little too enthusiastically; making his wispy raven curls bounce back down in front of his forehead, "Y-Yeah, love... I'm good. So--so good. Um--yes. Comfortable, I mean. That is, I'm--"

"Steven." You laugh softly, taking his cheeks in your hands, noticing how he leaned in on sheer instinct alone; as if your comfort was the one thing he needed most in the world.

"Baby, sloooooow down."

You boop your nose to his, making him laugh in return, an obvious red hue to his cheeks. His tongue gets his lips before he speaks, "Right, sorry. Excited, is all."

"I know." You say gently, brushing your fingers through his hair to push some of his curls back. You kissed his cheek and leaned in just a bit more, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as your hand pressed firmly against the bulge in his sweatpants.

"How do you want my cock, Steven? How do you want me to fuck you?"

The way he shudders visibly makes your toes want to curl and your pussy clench around the toy seated comfortably within you. It was off... for the moment.

"I--ah--a-all fours. From behind." He breathes, pressing his cheek into yours.

"Good boy." You purred, grazing your fingers along his jawline so you could tip his gaze upwards to meet yours.

"What about you, sweetheart?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, me?" You giggled, turning away, noticing how his gaze immediately fell to the way the dildo flopped as you sauntered your hips over to your shared dresser. You decided to spare him a quip, and grabbed a small remote.

You walked back over to him and placed the device in your hand.

And Steven, being the wonderfully curious goober that he is... pushing the button at the top, turning the vibrator on at full force.

The unexpected sensation made you squeak and squeeze your legs together; you hands cradling your midsection as your face erupted in a vibrant flush.

"W-wait!" You whined as you doubled over.

"Oh, bloody--I'm sorry!" He floundered, frantically trying to turn it off--accidentially hitting several buttons in the process so you suddenly were barraged with decreases in frequency, pulses, and even warmth--until he finally managed to succeed.

You panted as the sensations finally subsided, a sticky wet heat soaking the crotch of the harness, leaking out around the vibrator tucked snugly within you.

"Take off your pants and get on your knees." You said, your mouth twitching into a smirk.

"You are in so much trouble for that!"

"I'm s-sorry--" Steven hiccuped as you withdrew your hips oh-so slowly, your eyes watching how the strap-on sunk back in welcomingly past his tight rim of muscles.

His ass cheeks were red and swollen from the spanking you had given him--you didn't actually start fucking him with it until he was drooling and crying into the pillow he had tucked against his chest, his cock a weeping mess into the blankets below.

You didn't even let him touch himself.

You pressed the toy in as deep as it would go, pressing your hips down hard until you were grinding against his prostate; Steven whining and babbling the most filthy things as he chewed his pillow, begging for you to just move, to go just a little faster.

"You want me to go faster, baby?" You coo'd, pulling back just to slam home once again, grinding in deep.

"Ye-eeeeh-eeessss!" He cried.

You huffed, pushing back some of your hair that had gotten stuck to your sweaty forehead as you smoothed your hand up the curve of his arched spine, your fingers easily swiping through the rivulets of perspiration that flowed down his skin.

"Shh, shh, I'll give you what you want..." You murmured, leaning in to pepper soft kisses across his trembling shoulder.

He had been behaving since his "punishment"... You figured he deserved a bit of a reward.

So, you pried his tight-fisted fingers open and slipped the controller to your vibrator into his sweaty grasp.

"I want you to cum. And I want you to make sure I do at the same time. If you forget and don't let me cum..." You curled your fingers under his chin, scraping his messy stubble with your nails slightly, making his Adam's apple bomb as he swallowed the lump sum of saliva that had been gathering in his mouth.

"I--I will! Or--I w-won't? I..."

"Just make sure I do, baby. Can you do that for me?" You murmured against his ear, taking the lobe between your teeth and biting down softly.

"I--y-yes..." Steven sobbed.

"Yes..?" You hummed as you pulled back.

"Yes ma'am." He gasped as he felt the dildo inch its way out of his hole.

"Good boy." You praised him, your teeth snagging your lower lip as you feel him turn the vibrator inside of you on at a nice, comfortable setting.

Comfortable, but not what you wanted.

You thrust into him in a nice, deep, steady rhythm, groaning as you watch his hole clench and try to drag you deeper.

You almost wished this was your real cock, just so you could feel how his walls clenched and gripped--desperately trying to urge you along and deeper inside of him.

A moan was torn from your throat; as you thrusted in and out of Steven, the toy would nudge at a delicious angle to just barely catch at your g-spot.

"Steven, higher..." You panted, planting one foot down on the bed as you increased your pace.

You probably should have given him a bit more time to process your request before you began to fuck him harder, the poor man. He was a babbling mess of drool and tears, and you were relentless--pounding into his ass with vigor and energy he barely had in reserves.

His thumb shakily found it, and your breath punches from your lungs when it is turned to the highest setting on a steady pulse to almost match your rolling hips.

"F-fuck!" You groaned, gripping the soft fat on his hips for more leverage to fuck him harder, the vibrator inside of you moving around in your gummy walls, massaging you wonderfully from within, driving your impending climax closer as the seam of the leather harness you wore ground against your clit with every movement.

"'m gonna c-cum, love." Steven moaned loudly, his head lifting from the pillow.

"God--ahh!--are you?" You huffed back, your eyes rolling a little as the vibrator pulses harshly within you.

Maybe you'd chosen your toys a little too well... Neither of you were going to last at this rate. Pity. And here, you wanted to play with him just a bit longer.

Oh, well... Maybe next time you could cockwarm him; slowly fill him up with fake cum until he was begging to ride your cock. Maybe fill if with flavored lube and have him give you a blowjob? So many possibilities...

You reached down and grabbed the pump from your harness--your hand lightly squeezing it to let the fake cum solution work its way up the shaft as you moaned for Steven.

You hear a furious slide of skin as you realize he'd slipped his free hand below, stroking his flushed, fat shaft as you fucked him from behind. He'd get a punishment for breaking that rule.

He hiccuped, a broken and shattered moan coming from his soft and sweet lips was like music to your ears; making your heart skip a beat in your chest.

Later. He'd get one later.

"J-just a little more, baby--you can hold on long enough for me, can't you?" You sighed, swallowing hard to try and keep your voice level as your orgasm threatened to wash through you.

Your only reply was a choked-out whimper, your name leaving his mouth like a prayer as he sniffled; his hand on his dick slowing just a fraction to allow your budding climax to swell and bloom.

"Love, please." Steven pleaded, his hand dropping the remote to your toy--leaving it on the setting that already had your toes curling--as he gripped at the sheets blindly, drooling into the pillow once again.

"You want me to fill you up, Steven?" You moaned (perhaps a little too theatrically) your hips moving in a sharp blur; chasing every backwards jerk of his hips as much as every graze of that seam against your swollen clit.

"Want me to breed you, baby boy?"

"F-fuck--yes!" He almost bellowed

"Mmmm--" You panted, leaning down to press your chest against his back, his skin almost searing against the flesh of your breasts, "Make me cum, baby."

Steven continued to whimper and sob, arching and rolling his hips back to meet your thrusts, the jostling and tugging of the strap making those flames of pleasure lick up your spine as the vibrator pulsed and buzzed inside of you; the heat pooling in your belly battering down the walls of your self restraint.

Steven gasped and twitched, his hand going still for a moment on his dick as the first thick rope of his cum shot from the tip, coating the sheets and his hand as he picked it back up again.

You kept pumping inside of him--the sight and sound of him coming undone making your muscles go taut and flex as your own orgasm washed over you, his sweet voice muttering your name again and again as his cum began to soak into the fabric below him.

You barely had enough focus to remember the pump in your hand. You thrust once, twice, and on the third and final thrust your hand squeezed a final time, your "cum" shooting from your cock and flowing into him.

And, oh, the sounds leaving his mouth were downright sinful. They surely would have blocked any person from reaching the gates of heaven had they been uttered by a holy man.

Well... maybe holy in a different kind of religion...

As your hearts stilled, you slowly pulled out of him and watched as the white fluid dripped from his twitching hole and rolled away, onto your back as you panted for sweet oxygen--the bedroom felt so hot and humid. The smell of sweat and sex soaked into the very molecules of air between you.

You rolled onto your side as Steven collapsed, your fingers shakily reaching for the remote to turn off your vibrator as your body shuddered to a stop, the aftershocks of your orgasm finally washing away like the tide.

"You alive?" You huffed at him, reaching out to comb your fingers through his soaking wet curls.

He turned his face to you, then, a blissed-out smile on his face as he blinked his adorable little doe-eyes at you.

"I... ah.... better than okay." He mumbled, reaching out to grasp your hand in his. "You?"

"I think I found a new favorite hobby..." You grinned at him as you wiped sweat from your brow.

"Oh... I'm right properly fucked, aren't I?" He joked tiredly.

You leaned over and kissed his temple, where the vein throbbed beneath your lips.

"Oh, absolutely."

#🌙 answered #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader

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mourninglamby · 4 months ago

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helloooo i just wanted to say i've been a fan of your work for a couple years now i think? & dsmp means a ton to me but i had to cut it from my life after the inconsolable differences stream cuz i lost all faith in the creators and the fandom to be normal abt the story. point being i've started looking at your art again and it is seriously so breathtaking and inspiring to me and is reigniting my love for dsmp (which is to say, reigniting my love for the few fans like you who turned it into something worthwhile). i learned so much about myself thru ctommy and made some of the closest friendships in my life in the fandom so it made me incredibly sad to think that time would only ever leave a sour taste in my mouth, and i'm super grateful to you for seeing the story for what it was, criticizing the things that deeply need to be criticized and recognizing the good parts and transforming them into something new. sorry if this is incoherent just wanted to say thank you and i hope you're well!! <3 take care

anon i think we had extremely similar experiences.. To be candid, I never would have even begun to understand what happened to me if I had not watched dsmp. I identify closely with c!Tommy because there hasn't ever been another character like him that resonates with me and my experiences. And I've also made most of my closest friends thru dsmp! There is a silver lining to everything, and I will forever be thankful that I found my most beloved companions and like-minded people thru dsmp.

However, people will always try to make you feel horrible about it, and undermine the importance of this character and the themes in the story because they refuse to try and understand. And the fandom itself is a monster, constantly proving it is not a safe space for victims nor those with more complicated mental health issues. But I want it to be! And I'm beyond grateful that I could provide some comfort for you in the midst of the incessant adversity plagued on us by anti-intellectual assholes. What I and many others do with dsmp is a reclamation of the abuse narrative. I want to explore c!Tommy and his relationships in ways the canon series could not, so I can give myself and others the ending that we deserved. One that upholds victims as survivors, not as means to an end. I don't know if it's appropriate to tack on, but I've been hard at work structuring how I will divulge from canon in Mortis Metamorphosis, and this has only fanned that flame... I'm so excited to share it with everyone.

anyways ..thank you x 1 trillion for this extremely kind message, I read it as I was walking home from work and it made me start crying like a babyyyy but it was cathartic af to know that when I post my work, it's not for nothing and it does reach people... Wishing you nothing but happiness and comfort anony, stay safe and take care of yourself... xoxo.

#this might be a lot #sorry #but this message rly struck me... after a really horrible couple of days #its nice to be reminded that what im doing isnt inherently bad or stupid... my art means something #if i can at least reach one person and have a positive impact.. thats all i could ask for #save

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neoarchipelago · 1 year ago

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Hello, I don't know if you're taking requests but I loved your bunny and werewolf price fic. Could you maybe do werewolf könig and bunny reader? 👉🏾👈🏾 I'd love you forever. Thank you!

A/N: I'm just... Going to... Scouch over here.. shh...We've been trying to contact you about your car's extended warranty... JK, loved writing this. As always this was supposed to be a simple one shot but my mind keeps trying to write full fucking series so this is long... My bad. Did not proof read, too excited to share it with you

Warnings: ADULT CONTENT 18+ KONIGXF!READER , SEX WITH WEREWOLF, BLOOD, GORE.

Kinda Sub!Konig, cuz the thought of a whiny whimpering mess of this man is just... Damn...

Sleep token - Alkaline

I know I am what I am, the mouth of the wolf the eyes of the lamb.

Konig integration to squad 141 had been quite stressful. As a lone wolf, entering a team, entirely constituted by a pack of wolves, he had been anxious. Fortunately, Price and the others had been kind, and after the first few days of weariness, especially from Ghost who clawed to his mate Soap like a demon hungry for a soul, he had settled in. When he realized Konig had no interest in him, he had calmed down, though Konig tried to remain a good few steps away from Soap through discussions.

So after six months, Konig could say he was part of the team. He felt quite at home. Price as the leader of the group seemed to put him at ease, his usual lone wolf demeanor kept in check. He had been thrilled to see that Price had found a mate, after coming back from a long solo mission. Konig had remained respectfully away as well, making sure that the remaining mating frenzy of Price wouldn't overspill.

No, what he hadn't expected, was that with her being part of the pack, she'd introduce you. A dear friend who just transferred from another base. They sat in the common room, everyone laughing and eating snacks.

Konig sat beside you, the big man towering you. You threw a few glances at him once in a while, glances that he could feel on him. He tried to glance at you once in a while too. He was having a hard time focusing on the current conversation. You… smelt so sweet. He wondered how you'd taste- Konig's eyes widened. No! What was that?

"Konig?" Price called.

Konig snapped his head towards the captain, blinking.

"Are you alright?" He asked, a glint of something in his eyes.

"Ah, ja! I'm alright" he quickly answered, German accent tainting his voice. He rubbed the back of his neck, an awkward laugh past his lips.

That had been the first distraction. After a good week of settling in, where he had watched from far away, sniffing a few times your scent that made him want to pop out his tail and frantically wag it. So he had tried to simply step back. He was acting like a pup in rut, and it simply wouldn't do.

He walked into the empty common area as he closed his eyes and sighed. It took a fraction of a second to have your delicious scent ensnare him. He immediately looked at you as you sat on one of the couches, book in hand. You had glanced up and he nodded curtly at you before going to grab a cold drink from the fridge.

"Konig?"

He froze, eyes staring inside of the open fridge. You had called him. By his name. His ears almost popped out at the sound of you standing from the couch and stepping closer to him. He immediately straightened himself once he could feel you close enough. You looked up at him, arms crossed.

"Konig…" you repeated.

"Yes liebling?" He blushed under his hood at the pet name that had rushed through his mouth quicker than through his brain.

"I.. why…" you tried to find your words. He closed the fridge, fully turning to you. "Did I do something wrong?"

He blinked.

"Bitte?" You frowned, confused at the foreign language.

"Hum.."

He noticed. Chuckling a bit.

"I.. you didn't do anything…" he answered finally.

"But. You've been avoiding me… is it… that you don't like me?" You tried again.

His beautiful blue eyes widened. How could he possibly tell you that he was avoiding you because your scent made him want to cuddle with you as you pet him.

"N..no… I'm sorry. I've been… distracted. You're okay.." he reassured.

You seemed to relax, throwing a soft smile at him before turning back towards the couch. He watched closely how you rolled into yourself, your legs underneath you and you picked up your book. He had a hard time thinking. The lingering scent of you, the sight of you adorably sitting on the couch. He had to shake his head to bring himself back to reality. He picked up a cold drink before taking a long sip.

So, after that. He went back to talking to you. He'd love to walk beside you, watching your small frame by his side as your voice blessed his ears. Oh god he loved it. It quickly became obvious that you two were close. Sometimes you'd even slip into his dorm to watch a movie with him or simply read on his bed as he worked on a report. It felt odd to watch him, sweatpants and t-shirt. Your eyes wandered to the bulge in his pants before quickly looking away, embarrassed.

After a good two months you were almost inseparable. If someone needed one of you they knew they'd simply had to find the other. Konig had grown fond of you. You had both gotten more touchy. You'd hug him often and cuddle while watching movies. You had fallen asleep in his arms a few times in his bed, Price scolding the both of you, calling you both an HR nightmare. It didn't stop you from sneaking into his room. Konig had first been hesitant, refusing to put you in trouble but nothing a little nuzzling couldn't convince.

The first time you had popped out your black dotted ears and fluffy white tail Konig had almost looked at you through a trance.

"K-konig?" You worried. His pupils had dilated as he watched closely your ears twitch. His eyes quickly wrinkled, a huge smile forming underneath the hood as he begged to touch them and pet them. You had complied and he had absolutely been addicted to the softness and smallness. It made you giggle. You often found yourself letting them show as much as you could in the privacy of his dorm.

Him, however, it had been a slip of control. You were both on the bed, a movie on the background as you wrestled for the last chocolate bar. He could easily take it, but he found the way your small hands touched him and his large ones roamed your body was too tempting. He has ended in between your legs, hovering you as he tickled you, your laughter filling his ears. You had started kicking away, trying to turn and roll away, but in a synchronized movement your hips and his met, his obvious large member grinding against your clit perfecty.

A startled moan had escaped your lips. Your hands rushed to cover your mouth as you looked up at the mountain of a man with wide eyes. You were both frozen, eyes staring into each other's, just your quickened breaths. You had blinked before realizing two things poking at his hood. You had relaxed, curiosity taking control as one of your hands rested flat on your chest and the other reached up.

It had the effect of a cold shower for Konig as he instinctively grabbed your wrist before your fingers could think of the touch. You had yelped from the strength of his grip. His eyes flashed dangerously, red shine in them, something rare even for a werewolf. He eyed you like a prey before rolling his hips against you again, making you whine before biting your lip.

"Konig…" you called.

It seemed to make things worse as he rolled his hips again, grinding slightly now, is cock only hardening. Your legs tightened around his waist as you tried not to moan. No.. he had to snap out of it. You felt the fur of his tail at your feet.

"K..Konig, snap out of it!" You called, louder.

His tail wagged at the sound of your voice. You weren't exactly scared. God you even felt the way your body warmed under his touch, your cunt growing wetter under his grip and the grinding.

"Konig!" Your voice rang louder.

This time, a growl that resembled a roar echoed in the hallway, making Konig blink. His eyes had immediately fallen back into their beautiful blue as he looked shocked by his own actions. He let go of you as if your skin was burning magma. Abruptly stood to take various steps back.

"es tut mir wirklich leid…" he quickly spoke before exiting his room in a hurry. The smell of Price in the hallway was strong as you closed your eyes.

Konig was furious at himself for letting himself lose control so much. He had scared you, he was sure. Price scolded him, growling in his voice that showed dominance, trying to reason with Konig. He had decided to avoid you for a while until a mission fell on the table. Fortunately you both knew that you could remain professional. Talking to each other for nothing more than missions briefings and gear Control.

It was hell for him. And unbestowed to him, it was also hell for you. You wanted to reassure him that it was ok. He hadn't hurt you or scared you. That deep down you kinda wanted it too. It was simply… too soon. Perhaps the fact that you both avoided gazes and voices was what created the upcoming chaos.

The battlefield was a dangerous place, but you were both used to it. No. What was not usual was how much Konig had his mind set on you. He kept gazing at you, making sure you were ok. It wasn't exactly compromising the mission. It was simply making his beast claw at the iron bars of its cage.

"Konig, focus!" Ghost hissed at him.

Konig frowned before turning his head forwards. Yes. He had to focus. Until you found yourselves in an empty building, just him and you. Until that enemy jumped on you, combat knife in hand, so close to your throat. It was pure instinct, sheer force that rushed through him. He had turned in a flash, throwing the man across the room. When the man's team arrived he lunged at them, claws and teeth ripping through skin and flesh. When every single one of them laid as corpses on the floor you gently spoke.

"Konig… it's over." You called out.

He had turned to you, remaining far away. He looked terrifying. Blood coating his maw and claws. Splatter tainting his fur. Your strong, frightening beast. You had raised your hands towards him to invite him closer to you as you still sat on the ground. He had closed the space to you, wrapping you in his arms as he lifted you into his lap. His deep low growl was constant, fear and rage making his heart pound in his ears. His beautiful blue eyes were gone, red irises fixated on you.

His head had lowered to your neck where little droplets of blood lingered from the enemy's blade. Long licks against the wound made you shiver.

"Konig.. I'm ok.. it's nothing, I promi- ah~" the end of your sentence was lost in a moan as he nibbled softly. A shock of electricity ran through your nervous system. He was so close. So close to marking you.

"K..Konig…"

He was lost again. But this was the fear of losing you. His mind wasn't set on marking you, you knew it. But that's all you had in mind. And you needed to hide it from him.

Thankfully the team arrived quickly after, founding the big beast holding you close in the middle of a massacre. Price had to coax him out into letting you go as you promised him you'd stay by his side for the rest of the time. You had the Intel in any way, all you needed was to evac. He had turned back but his eyes were still red, fangs still poking out. You had never left his side as Price and the team constantly kept an eye on him.

Returning from the mission, Konig had been presented in front of Price and Laswell. He had been suspended for a few weeks, which he completely understood. He had remained with price after Laswell left.

"I know you're close to her. But is there something more?" Price asked.

Konig didn't answer, simply staring at the pen on Price's desk.

"Konig." He called firmly. "Are you imprinting on her?" .

Konig swallowed. Was he? No… he couldn't. You deserved better. So much better than just a monstrous beast like him.

"It doesn't matter… I'm going to step back." Konig mumbled.

Price sighed loudly.

"If you imprinted on her, walking away isn't going to help at all." Price reminded.

"I know. But as long as she's not imprinted on me, I'll be fine staying away."

Price shook his head but the conversation ended. Konig had gotten up and left the base an hour later.

You were furious when you saw him from across the bar. It had been two weeks. No text, no calls, no nothing. You finally fell eye to eye in the middle of a team's night out. You had watched him stand from the booth when the boys walked towards it. You had stopped in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. You headed for the bar instead, sitting on a stool.

Price had noticed the hurt in Konig's eyes immediately. He wanted to smack the large man for being so stubborn. He was scared to hurt you, yes. Price had been scared to hurt his mate too. But sometimes it is so much worse to stay away.

The night went on as smoothly as it could. Konig kept throwing glances at you at the bar where you sat with Price's mate, your friend.

"Konig, just go see her mate," Gaz said.

Konig looked at the men sitting before shaking his head.

"You're so stubborn." Ghost added.

"You should listen to them…" Price's mate said as she approached the booth, closer to her man. "Before another tries to mark her…" she finished.

Konig's head snapped towards where you sat. A boy was talking to you, smaller than him. He was about to stand when Ghost and Price pushed him back down.

"Calm yourself down." Price's eyes flashed yellow.

Konig realized his eyes were back to their hunting shade, fangs grazing at his lip. He was losing control again.

"She's not yours." Ghost added.

Price glared at Ghost as Konig instantly pushed past the both of them to walk towards you.

You noticed the chaos arriving from the corner of your eyes. Konig striding towards you as Price and Ghost tried to catch up with him. You could see the red shiny eyes under the hood. Shit…

You took a step back from the man who was trying to find his friend in the same bar. Konig stood next to you in a flash, his hand, a hint of claws, gripping at the back of your shirt.

"Konig." You warned.

His bright eyes fell on you. You felt yourself crumble under the predatory gaze. God did you feel warmer all of a second.

"Sorry.. I… was just looking for…" the boy stuttered. You put your hands on Konig's chest.

"It's fine. Your friend is in the bathroom, went there a few minutes ago." You told him, the man nodding before walking away.

You turned to Konig, crossing your arms.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a frown.

"Why were you talking with him?" He asked, soft growls behind his words.

Price and Ghost remained far enough to not listen to you two but close enough to intervene.

"He asked me a question." You glared. "What's it with you who I talk to anyway?" You snapped.

"Y/N.." he started.

"You left. Why do you care?" You snapped again.

Price shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going.

Underneath his hood, Konig clenched his jaw. God he wanted to show you. Make you understand how much he cared, how much you meant to him. How unbearable it had been to be away from you, how he only came tonight because he knew you'd be here too.

"You know what. Whatever. I'm going home captain." You said, grabbing your coat before walking away.

When you walked through the door, Gaz stood behind Konig.

"Konig, I swear to God if you don't ask her out I fucking will."

Konig glares at him before something in his mind clicks. Images of you in someone else's arms, kissing another's lips. Letting another's cock-

He rushed past the boys, hoping to catch up to you. As soon as the air of the night hit him he looked around, seeing you on your phone, probably calling for a cab. He walked to his car, jumping inside, speeding to stop in front of you with a screech.

"Get in the car." He ordered through the open passenger window.

You frowned, crossing your arms again. You were going to say something, brat at him, but he purposely growled softly.

"Don't make me step out of the car to bring you in." He warned, German dripping in his voice.

You swallowed, something about that growl making you shiver delightfully. Konig was a sweetheart. He'd cuddle and pamper you with anything you need, anytime. But this part of him. The one he let out on the battlefield, it made something kneel deep in you.

You rolled your eyes, pushing the car door open before sitting in. Konig lunged forward grabbing your seat belt and putting it on, tightly pulling on it to make sure it was secure. It made your heart skip a beat. That, and the way he raced away towards your place.

"Konig. What are you doing?" You scolded again.

"I'm taking you back to your house." He stated.

"Why? What if I wanted to go somewhere else?" You crossed your arms.

He took a deep breath, hand slightly shaking on the steering wheel.

"We need to talk." He said, keeping his voice steady. You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I.. Scheiße…" he cursed.

"Konig. Pull over…" you asked softly. He obeyed, the car coming to a stop, as he killed the engine.

"I… care. For you." He tried. You felt your heart swell at his words.

"Why did you leave…" you asked in a low voice, hurt lacing the sound.

"I… was out of control. I got, suspended. I thought that, maybe, walking away would be better. You. Deserve better…" the last words lost in whispers.

"I wasn't scared." You stated, Konig's head turning to you in shock. "I know you'd never hurt me. Ever." You turned to him with a smile.

"Never." He growled.

You smiled.

"Do you… will you let me… court you… liebling?" He asked, looking away.

"That's all I want Konig…" you answered, relief washing over you.

A second later, two things poked under his hood, making you crack a chuckle.

"Gottverdammt…" he mumbled.

You chuckled again, leaning towards him. He kept his eyes on you as your hand rose to his head. Your fingertips touched his ears underneath the fabric as they twitched, Konig whining a bit. You smiled, not pushing further.

"Let's go…" you said softly.

The thrilling sensation of finally being able to take you out on dates and cuddle with you non stop made Konig giddy. After that night, he went to Price, asking him for advice on how to keep control with you next to him. Price had been a mix of happiness that you two were finally letting yourself go for it, and worried because he knew trouble would be brewing. Something along the lines of a Soap-Ghost, was about to start again.

You were on cloud nine, it was amazing to be able to have Konig back next to you, finally letting himself show you how much he cared. At first he had refused too much physical contact. After a little while, he started with the small touches, hugs and cuddles. Something Price told him must have made something click in his brain, he was now much more controlled when you spoke. A simple 'stop', even lighthearted, made him freeze and step back. It almost made you miss the beast.

You'd also spend a lot more time with the group, now taking your rightful place on Konig's lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Price and Ghost still eyeing Konig once in a while. If there's one thing that they noticed, it was the dark looks sent to Gaz when he sat slightly too close to you, or joked around too much. Something about the comment he made in the bar must have stuck to Konig.

And it was true. Konig felt a ping of jealousy and possessiveness every single time Gaz looked at you or smiled…

You were oblivious. You hadn't heard the comment. It was probably not true either. Gaz probably said that to make Konig realize how much he needed you, but the words kept circling in mind every time he was in the same room as you.

And it had poisoned his mind. He'd cling more to you as time passed. He'd find himself nibbling at your neck without even realizing before you called out to him. He noticed the way your cheeks flushed a delightful pink. He tried to stop his painful erection every time. Too soon. He didn't have enough control on his wolf. Not with you.

In the middle of that mess, you felt safer letting your tail and ears out. Only accentuating his fixation on you. He had also let his ears and tail out a lot more. You were so happy every time and he'd let you pet his ears, making his tail wag. He wasn't ashamed anymore. He'd be your perfect little puppy if that's what you wanted.

Until it happened. After a very long and annoying two day field training with new recruits, Konig had walked into the common rooms, grumbling. The sweet scent of you immediately relaxing his tense shoulders. When he looked up he froze. The instincts and reaction was on the spot. His eyes flashing red at the scene before him. The way Gaz hovered over your shoulder, looking at the file on your lap. His mouth was so close to your neck. You could probably feel his breath on your skin.

The growl erupting from his chest wasn't controlled. And it immediately caught your attention and Gaz's one. The boy took a step back immediately, hand raising in the air as surrender. You stood, skipping to Konig.

"Konig…" you called softly.

His gloved hand tangled in your hair, pulling softly as he nuzzled your neck, eyes glaring at Gaz. Gaz simply looked away. You decided to avoid the storm brewing by pulling Konig with you into the hallway straight towards his room. Cuddles would help calm him down. The door almost slammed shut behind the two of you. It made you shiver and bite your lip as you turned towards Konig. His hands met your waist, pulling you up before slowly bringing you down on the bed.

You giggled, watching him pull off his hood. His beautiful face made you warm up. It had been a couple of weeks now that he felt comfortable enough to take off the mask and reveal himself to you.

"Why was he so close to you… did he touch you?" He growled against the skin of your collarbone. You stifled a moan.

"Of course not… Konig… he wouldn't dare… he knows I'm yours.." you reassured.

"Not… fully…" he mumbled.

You blinked, heat rushing through your body.

"K-konig…" you stuttered.

He rose from the bed, pulling you up to sit as he brought you to the edge. You watched in awe as he kneeled in front of you.

"Bitte liebling…" he whined, hands on your ankle as his teeth grazed the skin of your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the sight, feverish shiver and wetness pooling in between your legs. The bunny in you wanted nothing more than to offer itself to his beast.

"Let me.. mark you. Bitte…" he looked up, blue begging eyes. "Ich bitte…"

You inhaled a sharp breath, hand meeting both sides of his face as your thumbs caressed the skin, soft stumble underneath your fingertips.

"Yes…" you whispered in a breath.

His eyes lit up, red flashing at you as he rose to his feet to pull you back up on the bed again, taking his place in between your legs.

"Are you sure schatz? I… I'm not… I…" he looked anxious for a second, the fear of losing control and hurting still lingered underneath the scorching need to have you.

"Yes Konig… you're all I want… I need you to mark me…" you whined.

His hand hid your eyes, making you gasp. You felt the way he transitioned, claws and fur now tickling your soft skin. It made the bunny react, tail and ears popping out. He removed his hand, letting you see his enormous frame. God he was large in human form, but the sheer size of him as a wolf was terrifying.

You dropped a soft kiss on his maw, your ears plastering back. He whined, licking at your cheek, jaw, avoiding your neck to go for your collarbone.

"Can… I..?" He asked, how voice graveled and claws pulling at your clothes.

"Of course…" you giggled.

The fabric tore to shreds, as he whined and his tail wagged frantically. You felt yourself burn. The mating frenzy overrides anything else in your mind. He lapped at your skin, traveling to your legs, thighs. He softly bit the plush flesh, not drawing blood but earning a gasp from you. He used his large maw and head to spread your legs, giving him access to your aching core.

"K..Konig…" you begged.

He licked softly at your cunt, not applying enough pressure to dip in your folds.

"Konig!" You scolded, impatient.

He obeyed, tongue pushing past your lips to lick at your wetness and lapping at your clit.

The moan of relief and pleasure that escaped your lips made Konig's erection react, cock twitching.

His tongue didn't hesitate pushing at your entrance, making sure to stretch you slightly as you squirm underneath his large hands. He could break you. And the thought made you open your legs wider for him. You were already so close to your orgasm. He could smell it in your scent, feel it in the tremble of your body. His tail wagged happily, the thought of you cumming from his tongue making him feel proud and thrilled. Your hand dived down to his head, grabbing at the fur in between his ears as his ears fell back. He whined, tail now slamming on the bed as he wagged.

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself so close to the edge. One last long lick made you throw your head back, a loud moan erupting from your throat.

Konig let out something in between a growl and a whine against your squeezing count that made you jolt through your pleasure. He didn't stop, lapping greedily. You giggled in between moans and gasps.

He finally stopped, straightening himself to hover over you. He still happily wagged his tail, his ears back as he licked his maw. You blushed and smiled as your hands met the sides of his neck.

"Good boy…" you let out.

He whined again, this time grinding his hips forwards as his hardened cock rubbed against your clit. You moaned. He was big. God… so large. He looked down at you, awaiting your orders, trying to hold himself from ravishing you. You rolled your hips against him, the friction making him pant.

"Bitte schatz… bitte bitte bitte…" he whined.

You bit your lip, nodding.

"How… Do you want me?" You asked, unsure of which position would be best.

"On your tummy…" he growled against your cheek, nuzzling you.

You giggled again, rolling over. He licked at your back, small bites at your tail and ears before his hand snaked underneath your hips to pull you up to your knees.

He looked down, his tip at your entrance, making sure to coat himself. He pulled away, opening his maw to let his drool fall on top of his member and your ass, watching it drip down to your entrance as your skin filled with goosebumps. When he finally put himself at your entrance, tip just slowly probing at the entrance he froze, waiting for you.

"You choose… take your time…" he said, one hand bracing himself, the other on your hip.

You wiggled your hips, his member in between your folds. When you felt yourself unable to resist any longer, you pushed back slightly, hit tip dipping into you as you gasped closing your eyes. You took your time, small movements forwards and backwards to ease himself into you, each inch only stretching you further. Konig whimpered above you, his hips trying their best to remain still and to not buck into you, his claws ripping at the bedsheets next to your head. You lowered your front, hips up and back arching to take him better.

He finally bottomed out, you closed eyes, your lungs trying to keep up with your blood flow. When you finally felt yourself adjusted enough, you bucked back into Konig, a whine escaping him.

"Please… Konig…" you whined as well.

He struggled to fight himself, hips pulling back slowly before pushing forwards to dive into your drenched pussy again. You could feel how hard he was holding back.

"Konig… please…" you urged.

He allowed himself to slam himself slightly harder into you, making you moan loudly. He increased his pace, hips slamming into yours, the bed shaking. His hand underneath your front, right in between your breast, his hand clenching at the sheets right underneath your face.

"Bite… if .. you need to…" Konig tried through moans and whimpers. His other arms were firmly wrapped underneath your hips so he had better access to you. You could feel yourself clench around him, count filling so full, Tip hitting your cervix in a mix of pain and pleasure. You felt the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach ready to burst. You glanced to the side, eyes catching a divine view. There in the mirror, you could see you, sprawled forwards on the bed in Konig's strong grip as his hips slammed into yours, his ears back and tail curled against his legs as drool fell from his maw, eyes flashing in between red and blue as he looked drunk from the mating fuck.

It made you burst, eyes closing shut as you crumbled in his arms, orgasm washing over you again.

"Oh… good… so verdammt gut…" he moaned in your ear.

You felt the tears burn your eyes, overstimulation ensnaring your senses. Your ears barely picked up the sound of a worried Price calling for Konig at the door. Barely picked up on the ear piercing growl Konig produced as an answer. A deadly warning that if one of them dare to enter to interrupt his marking and nearly fucking breeding he'd tear them apart. He was too lost to care. Fuck the rest, it was you. Your scent, your pretty moans of his name, the smell of your salty tears and the way your perfect pussy squeezed him.

You didn't hear Price ask the rest of the team to evacuate the rest of the building. Cursing that this was the second time this year and Laswell was going to yell. No. The feeling of Konig pounding you mercilessly was making you lose all sense of reality. The next orgasm creeped up on you, almost painful blurring your vision and making your ears ring. Everytime you could feel him wag his tail, almost beeping with joy that you were cumming around his cock, just for him.

You were drooling yourself, the sound of him whimpering and moaning your name telling you he was close. He was going to mark you, the thought made your pussy clench tightly around him. His hips faltered, pounding your mercilessly.

"Please… bitte bitte… ich bitte… can I cum… pleasepleaseplease…" he whimpered against your neck.

You cried out a yes in between hiccups as he slammed roughly into you now. If he wasn't holding you firmly by the waist you wouldn't have kept in place. Your orgasm was nearing, creeping again around the corner as Konig panted loudly, cock burying itself so deep in you, you almost felt him in your belly. You chanted his name, both of you ready to release as he lunged forwards, teeth sinking into your neck painfully as you both came. You felt yourself lose focus, the world spinning around you at the force of your pleasure, only doubled by the marking.

His hips bucked into you a few more times as he licked at the blood on your neck. You didn't register him pulling you with him to lay on your side. On the way he wrapped a blanket around you, more than him. He cuddled you tightly to him, cock still buried deep inside you. He whispered and mumbled nonsense German in your neck that only made you smile. You felt yourself drift off to sleep as the last thing you heard from Konig roared through your whole body.

"Mine.."

In the morning you didn't get up. You had tried but your aching muscles and the soreness made you unable to stand. Konig apologized profusely. He had gone back for a few rounds again during the night, having you mewling for him. You were so full of his cum your thighs could feel the stickiness and wetness in between them. You felt like he had gone through the mating and the feeling of breeding you all together.

He had been absolutely adorable for the entire day, bringing you snacks and drinks, cuddling with you. Price had made sure that everyone avoided the common rooms and dorms, letting the freezing come to a stop while he dealt with angry HR's breathing down his neck.

But you couldn't care less. As you laid down in konig's arms, his piercing blue eyes looking down at you full of love you couldn't care less about the rest of the world.

"Konig…" you whispered.

He hummed happily, eyes squinting.

"I love you…" you let out in a breath. His eyes widened in shock before he hugged you tighter.

"Oh liebling… I love you…"

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Reward

Genre: Very smutty

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Some feminine words used for privates (pussy, cunt), dick is also used to describe privates, scissoring (?), semi-public sex, oral (reader receiving), reader is taller than Baizhu, sex is descriptive cuz it's more fun that way, squirting, they get very wet lol, they're married :)

Character(s)/reader: Top Trans Baizhu x Bottom Trans Male Reader

"Ah (Name), what a pleasant surprise!" Baizhu said with a smile as you entered Bubu Pharmacy. He walked over and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing your hands and looking up into your eyes.

"What brings you here darling?" He asked, his smile growing when he saw the slightly flustered look on your face.

"Um, I wanted to see if you could have lunch with me today." You replied softly, giving his hands a gentle squeeze after you spoke.

Baizhu had been very busy lately ever since a fever spread around Liyue harbor, meaning you guys had very little time to spend together. Whenever Baizhu came home he was too exhausted to do anything besides eat, shower, and sleep. You of course understood, but that didn't stop you from worrying about him and missing the time you spent with each other. Yesterday Baizhu had told you that this week had been less busy, so you decided to take it as an opportunity to spend some time with your husband.

"Hmm, you've come a bit early." He mumbled as he glanced at his watch. "Can you wait until I finish preparing a room for my next patient?" He asked, looking back up at you. You nodded and kissed his cheek before letting him go back to his work.

You had made conversation with Changsheng as you waited for Baizhu to finish, but his prep work was taking a lot longer than you had expected, making your thoughts drift away from the topic.

After glancing up at the clock, you excused yourself from Changsheng and made your way to the room Baizhu was in to check on him. As you peeked in, you saw what seemed to be herb all over the floor. Baizhu must've heard your footsteps, because he glanced up with a very unhappy look on his face.

"(Name)? I'm so sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I'll clean this up and then we can go eat." He said with a frown, slightly frustrated with himself. He was so excited to go to lunch with you that he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing and ended up knocking over a bag of herbs.

"It's okay Baizhu, here let me help you." You went to grab some supplies and started sweeping up the herb with him.

Once you were finished, you dumped what was left of the contaminated herb into the garbage and helped Baizhu put away the supplies. Once they were put back, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him.

"Thank you so much for helping dear. Someone so kind deserves a reward, right?" He said suggestively, brows raised in a seductive manner. You swallowed hard, feeling yourself get hot from the perverse thoughts that entered your mind.

"A-A reward?" Your voice broke, making Baizhu chuckle and nod in response. You paused for a bit to stabilize your voice before continuing. "I don't think that's necessary. I was just doing what any good husband would do." You explained. It's not that you don't want to do such intimate things with Baizhu, you'd just prefer not to do them in such a public setting.

"Oh come on (Name), you deserve a reward. You've been so patient waiting for me at home while I work. Even being so kind as to cook me meals and prepare my pajamas for me. And now you've helped me clean up, I think that calls for a big reward." He purred, placing his hands on your hips as he spoke, slowly walking you to the medical bed until you're pushed up against it.

You stumbled slightly when your back hit the table, eyes wide at your husband's boldness. You stared at him in shock as you processed the situation. You couldn't believe he was so eager to be unprofessional at work.

"Honey, what if someone catches us?" You whispered, glancing at the door that's just slightly open. If anyone were to even slightly nudge the wood, you and Baizhu would be in some serious trouble.

Your husband looked back at the door and went over to shut it gently so it wouldn't bring attention to the room.

"Better?" He asked with a smirk before making his way back to you, capturing you in a passionate kiss as he pressed his body against yours. It wasn't long before you said fuck it and pushed your nervous thoughts to the side, deciding to give in to his seduction. It had been too long since you'd been with him like this and he was just offering himself to you. Saying no would be a stupid thing to do.

He pulled away to let you breathe and swiped his thumb across your chin to get rid of the drool. He moved his lips down to your neck, kissing and sucking at all areas of exposed skin. Your breath quickened and your body twitched as you got turned on. "How cute~. Lay on the bed." Baizhu said.

You followed his instructions and felt his hands as they undid your bottoms and pulled them down, your briefs coming down with them. He grabbed your thighs and lifted them so your legs were bent, moving them apart to expose your pussy. He hummed in delight before lowering his head and giving you a lick.

Oh how he missed this, your taste. His favorite thing to do was suck you off. He believed that you were the best thing he's ever tasted. When he told you that you laughed and called him dramatic, but he was being dead serious. Nothing could beat the sweet taste of your cunt.

It wasn't long before he got completely lost between your thighs, licking and sucking at your pussy as if his life depended on it. Your moans were like music to his ears, a reward for his hard work. He glanced up at you and saw your incredibly handsome, blissed out face as he licked you up.

"Mmm- B-Baizhu." You whimpered as he sucked at your dick, trying to get his attention without alerting someone outside. He just hummed in response to show he was listening. He didn't want to move his mouth away from the delicious meal he was having.

"I-I want to f-feel you on me~." You told him, trying to keep your voice as quiet and steady as possible. Baizhu raised his brows and pulled away from your pussy, making sure to clean up the mess on his face.

"Do you now?" He teased with a smirk. All you could do was nod, feeling far too flustered to speak. He moved you further onto the bed before taking off his pants and briefs, chuckling as you stared once he was naked.

"Like what you see?" He asked as he got on the bed. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his waist before pulling him onto your lap. You felt up his sides as your eyes scanned his body, admiring everything you could see. His smooth and beautiful skin, his plump ass, his pretty dick that you've missed so much.

"You're so sexy Baizhu." You whispered before capturing him in a passionate kiss. You could feel how wet he was against you which turned you on even more. His hands went to your chest and pushed you so you laid down. He hovered over you, staring into your eyes before pressing another kiss to your lips. You whined softly and bucked your hips, desperately wanting to feel him against you.

He laughed into the kiss at your eagerness and pulled away. "You'll have to be quiet, can you do that for me prince? I know how loud you can get." He whispered, lips right next to your ear. The stickiness between your thighs got even worse from his words. You bit back a whine and nodded quickly, making your husband smile.

Sitting up, he positioned himself on you and started moving his hips. Breathy moans left his lips as he moved against you, loving how he could feel just how wet you were for him.

You were trying your hardest to hold back your moans, but the pleasure was starting to become too much for you. Feeling your husbands folds slide so easily against your own and his dick rubbing against yours...you had to let some noises slip!

You were convinced you guys were made for each other, both physically and mentally, and Baizhu would agree. The way you both felt grinding against each other was too good for that not to be the case.

Baizhu grinded a little harder, making you whine louder than you expected. Your hand flew to cover your mouth as you silently hoped that no one heard. You couldn't get caught now, not when Baizhu was making you feel so so good.

Your whine made him eager to make you cum, so he slightly changed positions so that your dick could get more attention. As he was looking down to make sure, he couldn't help but blush. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen. Both your pussies shining with slick, pretty folds moving against each other...fuck he was so horny. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, moaning quietly as he felt himself get closer and closer.

Seeing Baizhu completely absorbed in the pleasure you were providing was so sexy. You started moving your hips without realizing it, blushing as Baizhu bit his lip to refrain from making any loud noises.

"(N-Name) i'm- ngh~ gonna c-cum." He stuttered, sounding so cute and desperate.

"M-Me too Baizhu." He nodded and kept going until he moaned your name and squirted. You came hard from watching him and squirted too, though it wasn't nearly as much as Baizhu.

The green haired male collapsed beside you and panted heavily from the amazing orgasm he just experienced. You turned onto your side and brushed some hair out of his face, caressing his cheek as he kept his eyes closed to focus on his breathing.

After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at you. He pulled you in for another passionate kiss, intertwining his legs with yours as he did.

You pulled away soon after and looked at him for a second before whispering. "Come home for the day?"

Baizhu smiled and cupped your cheek. "There's no way i'm staying here when there's so much more we can do~."

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You're probably wondering how big the medical bed is.

It's big.

Anyway I hope you enjoyed! I tried to put as many warnings as I could think of just in case some wording I used could cause dysphoria. I personally love being descriptive with my smut especially with trans characters, so that's why I use a lot of words that may seem like too much to some ^^. I also don't have much bottom dysphoria which is why I often use words such as "pussy" and "cunt" in my writing. I won't lie my writing caters to mostly me...^^; But I hope you enjoy regardless!

I might also post this on my AO3 cuz it's so smutty :]

#genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #baizhu x male reader #ftm reader #trans baizhu #genshin smut #baizhu smut

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