#like there's a line in moa

[ppulverse]

every time i check twitter i find some new level of insanity how do they survive over there

[cassandralexxx]

yknow what, I was getting concerned that maybe I’m just a hater for noticing the differences between the show and the books bc like everyone irl I’ve talked to about the show have been talking about how great the show is at the books humor and moments and how accurate it is. But like I’m kinda feeling validated rn. Like for example 2 of the people last read the first book in 2011, and another one of the people just fr doesn’t remember many major plot lines/books/just parts of the world.

like any time I mention a part to him whether in the lightning thief or in another book he’s like oh yeah I forgot about that.

so tbh me noticing the differences compared to other people in my life isn’t that insane on the basis of I’ve read PJO 6 times all the way through and like the other series’ and books multiple times and just everything.

like I’ve just been really invested in the series for the majority of my life so ofc I notice changes in series (even if I do enjoy it) more than people who casually read the books even if they did love it when they did read it

[natsaffection]

Can you write a fic where reader and Natasha are best friends and one day reader comes back from a mission and Nat helps reader relax by giving her a massage and reader accidentally lets out a moan turning Nat on, and things get heated ending in sex?

(You can make Nat G!P or not it’s up to you, and sorry if this is bad, it’s my first time requesting something)

Relaxing. | N.R

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!, G!P Natasha, fingering, unprotected Sex, begging, rough Sex

Word count: 2,2k

A/n: Jesus Christ, Im sorry....

You stepped into Natasha's apartment, the weight of the mission still clinging to you like a heavy shroud. Your muscles ached from the effort, and you felt utterly exhausted. Natasha, ever perceptive, immediately noticed the tension in your posture as you sank onto the couch. "You look like you've been through hell." Natasha observed, her voice gentle but teasing as she approached you.

"That's exactly how it feels.." you replied with a tired smile, leaning back against the cushions. "Everything hurts." Natasha's eyes softened as she stood behind you, her hands hovering just above your shoulders. "Let me help,." she offered, her voice a soft murmur as she began to knead the tight muscles in your shoulders.

The moment Natasha's hands touched you, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. Her fingers were strong and skillful, effortlessly working out the knots. You sighed and sank deeper into the sofa as the tension in your shoulders began to melt away. "You always know exactly where the knots are.." you murmured, closing your eyes as you surrendered to the soothing rhythm of Natasha's touch.

Natasha chuckled quietly, her hands moving lower, tracing the line of your spine with deliberate pressure. "I can practically feel the tension radiating off you." she said, "You need to relax more." You nodded slightly, too content to form words. Natasha's hands were like magic, taking away the stress and exhaustion that had accumulated throughout the day. But as her hands moved lower and gently pressed the small of your back, your body responded in a way you hadn't expected. When Natasha applied a bit more pressure to a particularly tense spot, you couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped your lips. The sound was quiet, almost involuntary, but it hung in the air between you, laden with unspoken tension.

Your eyes snapped open, your face flushing with embarrassment as you realized what had just happened. "I-I'm sorry..!" you stammered, your heart racing as you tried to pull back slightly, embarrassed that such a sound had slipped out. But Natasha didn't retreat. Instead, she paused for just a moment before continuing, her hands now moving with a new, deliberate slowness. "Don't be embarrassed." Natasha murmured, her voice taking on a seductive tone. "I like knowing that I'm making you feel good."

Your breath caught at her words, your mind spinning with the implications of what Natasha had just said. There was something in Natasha's voice, a subtle change that made it clear she had noticed more than just the moa..she had felt how your body had reacted, how you hadn't really pulled away. Her hands resumed their work, but now there was a different kind of tension in the air, one that made your pulse quicken. The touch was no longer just about relieving tension, it was intentional, exploratory, as if Natasha was testing the waters to see how far she could go.

As Natasha's hands glided lower, tracing the curve of your hips, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "You don't have to hide anything from me." Natasha whispered, her voice soft and full of intent. "I know what you want, even if you're too shy to ask for it." Your breath caught in your throat, your heart pounding in your chest. You could feel Natasha's hands hovering just above your hips, waiting for your response. But instead of pulling away, you found yourself leaning into the touch, your body silently encouraging Natasha to continue.

Natasha's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she felt your reaction. "That's right.." Natasha whispered, her voice a soft, seductive purr. "Just relax..let me take care of you."

With that, Natasha's hands glided lower, her fingers brushing the tops of your thighs, lingering just a bit too long. Your breath quickened, your body tensing slightly under the intensity of Natasha's touch. You knew you should say something, should stop this before it went any further, but the truth was..you didn't want to. The realization hit you like a wave, and you felt a warm blush creep across your skin. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the tension between you so thick you could cut it with a knife. Natasha's touch, her voice, the way she was slowly breaking down your defenses, it was all too much, too intoxicating to resist.

As Natasha's fingers slipped just under the hem of your shorts, you let out a shaky breath, your whole body trembling with the intensity of the moment. "N-Natasha.." you whispered and her hands paused for a moment, her fingers gently caressing the skin just above your thighs. "Do you want me to stop?"

You swallowed hard, your mind spinning. You could feel every nerve in your body yearning for Natasha's touch, the need inside you growing until it was almost unbearable. "No.." you whispered finally, your voice barely audible. "Don't stop."

That was all the encouragement Natasha needed. Her hands resumed their slow, deliberate exploration, sliding lower, closer to your center. The touch was gentle, almost teasing, but it sent a jolt of electricity through your body, drawing another soft, involuntary moan from you. Natasha's breath was warm against your ear as she whispered, "Good girl."

Natasha's fingers moved skillfully at your entrance, drawing soft moans and shivers from you. The intensity of the moment was palpable, each touch and whisper pulling you deeper into a state of desire you hadn't fully realized. As Natasha continued, you could feel the tension building in your body, and you knew you couldn't hold out much longer without wanting more. Needing more.

"Natasha.." Your voice was a breathless whisper, filled with a mix of need and uncertainty. But Natasha didn't give you time to think. Instead, she pressed a firm, demanding kiss to your lips, silencing you with a possessive hunger that left no doubt about how much she wanted this. Natasha's hands roamed over your body with a confidence born from years of desire, her touch firm and determined, as if staking a claim.

"Shh.." Natasha murmured against your lips, her voice deep and thick with desire. "You're mine tonight." Her hands were no longer gentle as they moved lower, roughly pulling down your clothing, exposing your bare skin to the cool air. You gasped at the sudden roughness, your body tensing for a moment before surrendering to the sensation of Natasha's demanding touch. Natasha's breath was hot against your neck as she trailed kisses and nibbles down your skin, each touch filled with an intensity that spoke of her pent-up desire. She had waited far too long for this moment, and now that she had you in her arms, she wasn't going to hold back.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted this.." Natasha growled, her voice a mix of frustration and longing as she pressed harder against you, drawing a soft moan from you. Your mind was spinning, caught up in the roughness of Natasha's touch, in the way she seemed to unravel as she gave in to her desires. But instead of feeling overwhelmed, you felt a surge of excitement and power. You could feel Natasha's need, her raw, unbridled lust, and it awakened something deep within you.

When Natasha thrust into you with a hard, unrelenting stroke, you cried out, your body arching under her as she filled you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, Natasha was thick, stretching you in a way that made you feel utterly possessed. But it wasn't just the physical feeling that made your heart race, it was the way Natasha moved, the raw, animalistic lust that fueled every rough thrust, every satisfied growl.

"Fuck, you feel so good.." Natasha moaned, her voice hoarse as she set a merciless pace, pounding into you with a ferocity that spoke of her desperate need. "You're so fucking tight."

"Natasha..G-God..!" your words were cut off by another deep thrust, your back arching as Natasha hit a spot inside you that made your vision blur. "Please.. don't stop!" Natasha's grip on your hips tightened, her fingers digging into your skin as she pulled you closer, your bodies colliding with each thrust. The roughness, the dominance, it was exactly what you had craved, what you hadn't even known you needed until now.

You moaned loudly, your voice trembling as Natasha's pace grew faster and harder, each thrust more intense than the last. "Is this what you wanted?" Natasha growled, her voice dark and commanding as she leaned down, her lips brushing your ear. "Tell me. Tell me how much you wanted this."

"Yes..Y-Yes! Natasha..I wanted this..I wanted you- fuck!" your words came out breathless, your mind barely able to keep up with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel yourself losing control, as Natasha pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Her lips curled into a wicked smile at your confession, her thrusts growing even more intense as she drove herself into you with a force that left you gasping for breath. "Good." Natasha purred, her voice deep and full of satisfaction. "Because now that I have you, I'm not letting you go." Natasha whispered, "I'm going to make sure you feel every single inch of me.

Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling as you tried to hold on, to maintain control, but Natasha gave you no chance. Every movement, every thrust was designed to break you, to drive you deeper into the pleasure that Natasha so skillfully conjured.

“You belong to me..” Natasha growled, her hand burying itself in your hair, pulling your head back as she leaned over you, her breath hot against your neck. “Say it. Say that you belong to me.”

“I’m-I’m yours, Natasha..!” you gasped, your voice trembling under the intensity of the sensations crashing over you. “I’m yours..Godd..” These words seemed to drive Natasha even further. With a deep, wild growl, she turned you onto your stomach, her movements rough and demanding as she positioned you exactly how she wanted. Natasha’s hands gripped your hips firmly, her nails digging into your skin as she aligned herself with you again, thrusting into you with a force that made you cry out loudly in both pleasure and surprise.

“Damn, yes..” Natasha moaned, her voice filled with raw lust as she pounded into you with a brutal pace, each thrust hitting deep and eliciting loud, desperate moans from you. “You feel so damn good, so tight..so perfect..” Your mind was a haze of lust and pain, the roughness of Natasha’s thrusts sending shockwaves through your body, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. “Natasha..please, I can’t..I-I’m going to..”

Natasha’s hand slid between your legs, her fingers finding your clit and rubbing it with a rough, practiced touch that made your whole body tense in response. “That’s right.” Natasha murmured, her voice filled with command and satisfaction as she felt you tighten around her. “Come for me, I want to feel it.”

Your breath caught, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. You could feel yourself losing control, the roughness, the intensity of Natasha’s thrusts, her fingers working on your clit, it was too much, too good, and you could feel yourself falling, the climax rushing towards you with unstoppable force.

Natasha’s thrusts became more erratic, more desperate as she neared her own climax, her breath hot and uneven against your ear. “You belong to me.” she growled, her voice rough with need. “Completely mine.”

With one last, deep thrust, your world shattered. You screamed Natasha’s name, your body convulsing under the weight of your orgasm as waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless in Natasha’s arms. Natasha continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm with rough, powerful movements that extended the pleasure until you thought you might pass out from the intensity.

Natasha’s own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body shaking as she buried herself deep inside you, her orgasm hitting her with a force that left her gasping for air. For a moment, you were both lost in the intensity of your climax, your bodies trembling in the aftershocks. When Natasha finally pulled out of you, she collapsed beside you, pulling you into her arms with a tenderness that stood in stark contrast to the roughness of her earlier actions. You were still catching your breath, your body tingling from the aftereffects of your intense encounter.

Natasha looked down at you, her expression softening as she brushed a strand of hair from your face. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice now filled with gentle concern. You smiled up at her, your heart still racing, but filled with a deep sense of satisfaction. “More than okay..” you whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Natasha’s lips.

Natasha returned the kiss, this one slow and tender, filled with the unspoken promise of many more moments like this. As you lay there, in each other’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel that you had crossed a linem, one that had been waiting far too long to be crossed by the two of you. And now that you had, there was no going back.

[solbaby7]

Hi! Could you write one where the reader somehow ingests a magic aphrodisiac while out on a mission. And she is in a ton of discomfort but her mate (any male maybe rhys) isn’t able to get there quickly so he gives cassian or azriel permission to give her some relief until he can arrive ?? :) a little angsty but also sexy

Blurred Lines

pairing: rhysand x reader x az

warnings: swearing, boyfriend lets his best friend fuck his girlfriend, mentions of aphrodisiacs, probs typos

[ part 2 ] [ part 3 ]

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You’d felt uneasy, stomach churning like curdled milk after inhaling so much of the suspicious purple powder that had been blown in your face. “It burns,” Your body stumbles into Azriel’s, fingers pinching at your nose as you tried to ease the tingle that was beginning to prickle behind your eyes and nostrils.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, piercing eyes scanning the crowd for the figure cloaked in a red so deep it was nearly black but not even his shadows find a trace of them. “We need to get out of here. Do you have it?”

The thrum of the pages hum in the satchel strapped tightly beneath your arm. It had taken weeks to even locate a trace of them, just barely realizing anything was missing from the Book of Breathings until Nesta discovered the tattered remnants of torn pages tucked in the book spine. “I have it.” It comes out slightly slurred, your vision distorting as the powder began to take effect. The uncomfortable heat begins in your sinuses, spreading like venom in your bloodstream until every inch of your body felt like it was pressed up against the crackling flames of a fire. “Whatever that was—it’s really potent.”

Azriel grips you close, shadows cloaking your whole body until he’s winnowed you a safe enough distance away to properly evaluate you. “Gods, your eyes.” You squirm under the warmth of his hands. A simple touch sending every nerve into a frenzy and you’re abnormally aware of the steady throb between your thighs.

Your heartrate spikes, fingers slightly unsteady when snatching for the dagger strapped to your thigh and once you see your reflection it falls from your grasp. Embedded in the natural color of your iris was a smattering of shiny purple dots. “What the hell was that stuff?”

“I don’t know.” Azriel’s worry only grows, eyes glazing over as he no doubt was relaying everything that had happened to Rhys—to your mate. The very thought of him has arousal pooling between your thighs but the pleasant tingle of pleasure that usually followed is nowhere to be found. Every muscle seized with stress, fingers digging into your hair to alleviate the pulsing pressure all over. “Just hang on,” He pleads, holding you close despite your discomfort but there’s no other choice but to winnow as close as the wards around the safe house would allow. “Rhys is on his way.”

The words barely register, sweat beading at your hairline and even with the temperatures slightly lower than usual, the heat refused to subside. It radiates through your clothes, micro particles of sparkling purple transferring from your leathers to Az’s the longer he had to support your weight.

You scramble away from him the moment the door opens, fingers frantically pulling at the buttons keeping the tactical gear in place until it’s left in a heap on the floor. Gods, the floor. So cool against bare skin and the momentary relief is too good to even notice the fact that you were so exposed, the thin straps of the flimsy undershirt slipping down your shoulder; the hem hiking up the length of your stomach.

Vaguely aware of the sounds around you, the floor barely rumbles as Azriel shifted through the space. It was a little cramped but big enough for a kitchen and a bedroom with a small bathroom tucked within.

Too soon does the cool fade away, pained whines follow and every brush of your fingers against bare skin is worse than most other tortures you’d endured. It’s accidental, the scrape of your nail against your nipple through thin material and the moan that rips free is more like a choked cry. Every move after that feels like another is in control of your body, forcing your limbs to move, willing your fingers to trail beneath the waistband of your pants and past the soft cotton of your underwear.

“I ran you a bath—“ The rest is abruptly cut off, every single muscle in Azriel’s body going stiff at the sight of you sprawled out on the kitchen floor with so much skin on display. Golden eyes catch on the heaving fullness of your breasts spilling from the confines of your top, the frenzied hand tucked in your leathers and Azriel physically stumbles back when the intensity of your scent fully hits him. “Fuck.”

“I’m sorry,” Words slur together, frustrated tears falling down the curve of your cheeks and you’re too caught up in the temporary solace to be embarrassed about the crude behavior; the obscene squelching between your thighs. “I’m so sorry, I just can’t help it—hurts so bad.”

Azriel doesn’t reply, stunned in place and distantly he recognizes a familiar pressure in his brain. A feline voice laced with worry snapping him from his stupor. “Please tell me you’re close.”

“I need more time, Az.”

“She doesn’t have it,” The sight is pushed at Rhysand at warp speed, the sounds of his mate filling the conclaves of his mind.

There’s a pause, one that lasts a beat too long and Azriel begins to catch on to the plan his High Lord was brewing. “Then, help her.”

“Rhysand.”

“I trust you,” Rhys says a little softer, even if the words are laced with that territorial gruff. “Help her. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He can’t move, even if his shadows slink forward at the permission given. They’re cautious before touching you, just barely ghosting over the curve of your shoulder and the whimper that it pulls makes Azriel’s stomach clench. You lean into the cool touch that comes with the wisps of darkness, back arching at the feeling. “Where’s Rhys?”

“He’ll be here, he just needs a little more time.”

More tears fall, even if you do nod in understanding but your thoughts muddy together, unable to differentiate one sentence from the next as you forgo pants altogether. “I can’t wait anymore, Az. Please.” You’re not sure what you’re asking for exactly but you’re positively certain that your fingers aren’t enough. “Please touch me.”

He says your name so softly, crooning soothing words and tucking your hair away from your forehead. “Are you sure?”

You don’t answer with words, just eyes half-lidded and grip surprisingly gentle when grabbing for his wrist, guiding his hand to the sodden mess between your thighs. Azriel can’t fight his reaction to the slick arousal coating his fingers through your lacy underthings, head dipping back and eyes daring to close—savoring the feel of you. “I need you to make me feel better,” You don’t even sound like yourself, tone whiny and desperate as you hike your shirt over your head. “Please, can you do that for me? Please, please, please.”

Your hips buck up into the pressure of his fingers against you, squirming uncontrollably as he slowly pulls the fabric to the side and the first swipe of skin on skin is almost enough to bring you over the edge. “Alright,” Your name on his lips sends your nerves into a frenzy, hips wiggling just enough for one finger to sink into your cunt and the relief is instant. “I’ll make it better, just breathe for me, okay?”

It’s a simple request and yet still you have difficulty obeying as you chase the icy chill that quenches the burning inferno. Another finger follows the first and Azriel can’t tear his eyes away from the way your spine curves with each delicious drag of them against your walls. “Yes,” It comes out in a near hiss, teeth biting at the fat of your bottom lip as you grope at your chest. “Feels so fucking good.”

Maybe Azriel indulged just a little, taking extra time exploring the spots at had your eyes going lazy and when moans shift into breathy whines—Azriel submits completely. The taste of you on his tongue was unlike anything than he could’ve imagined, warm and sweet against his tongue like cookies dipped in warm milk. A string of swears tumble from your lips so fast he briefly wonders if it’s another language. He hums all the same, low vibrations sending goosebumps along your flesh and shadows take the place of your hands. Kneading at supple breasts and tugging on pert nipples until the onslaught of pleasure has you tensing beneath him. “That’s it,” He mutters against your sex, acutely aware of the throbbing erection straining against the binds of his leathers. “Feel better?”

Your body answers for you, tugging him close enough to feel the hardness of his length against your pussy. “Need more, Az.” One long drag against the stiff material and he’s groaning into your neck, holding up his weight on two strong arms and you can’t help but think about them holding you up against a wall, fucking up into you until your lungs gave out.

Azriel stares down at you, eyes dark and lips parted as if he could see exactly what filthy things were flashing behind your eyelids. “Relax, pretty girl.” Shadows tug at the binds holding his pants in place, dragging them down, down, down. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, arousal pooling between your legs with a slutty squelch. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

[scarlethexelove]

Dig Deeper

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1101

Warnings: Strap-On, Enchanted Strap, Knife kink, A bit of blood kink, Cum strap, squirting, Possessive Wanda, Jealous Wanda, Public sex (No one sees), Bleeding, Marking (carving into skin), Mommy kink

A/n: Got inspired so I figured I would write this shorter fic. What I wouldn't do for Wanda to be this possessive over me.

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN

Wanda’s strap plunges in and out of your greedy hole slowly. She wants you to feel all of her. She had dragged you away after a girl at Stark’s party was talking with you. You hadn’t even noticed that she was flirting with you until Wanda stormed over, red swirling in her eyes. You knew your girlfriend was jealous and possessive over you and you loved it. So when she grabbed your arm and told you it was time to go you didn’t hesitate to follow even if the girl tried to stop her but she backed down quickly when she saw Wanda’s eyes turn red. 

Wanda was too impatient to wait to get back to your shared room. That is how you found yourself pressed up against a wall and your legs wrapped around Wanda’s waist. A knife's cold blade pressed against your neck leaving an angry red mark but not quite piercing the skin. You can feel the anger radiating off of Wanda with the snap of her hips. “You’re fucking mine. Only mine.” She grunts with a particularly hard thrust. You nod and whimper. “You-Yours Mommy.” Wanda moans. “My poor little detka you didn’t even notice that pathetic girl was flirting with you did you?” You quickly shake your head. 

With another snap of Wanda’s hips she lets the blade in her hand slip just nicking the skin. Blood rising to the surface. You hiss in pain but clench around Wanda’s length. Wanda moans feeling you tighten around her. You give her an idea as she moves the blade from your neck down and taps it on the hem of your dress. “Oh malyshka Mommy is going to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.” Your eyes widen in fear and excitement. 

Wanda uses the tip of the blade to move your dress further up your legs to pool around your hips. Her thrust stops as she looks at your plush thighs. She lightly drags the blade across your left thigh. She moves it towards the inside of your thigh before pressing down and letting the blade dig into your skin. You can’t help the whimper that falls from your lips as she drags it down your skin. “Shhhh detka Mommy is here. Focus on Mommy’s cock filling your tight little hole.” She slowly starts to thrust again pulling some of your attention away from the burning pain. 

The blade continues to drag across your skin for what feels like forever. The feeling of the cool metal cutting your skin deep as red leaks from the angry lines. Your head is pressed back against the wall with your eyes shut as you try to focus on the pleasure from her stretching you out. Your head snaps forward as your eyes flutter open when you hear the knife clatter to the ground. You see the blood seeping from your thigh as you read what Wanda has carved into your skin. In big letters WANDA is cut deep into your flesh sure to leave a scar behind. You can’t help how your pussy leaks more arousal just looking at it. 

Wanda moans feeling you gush around her. “Fuck! You like that malyshka? Like having Mommy’s name carved into your plush thighs.” You try not to cum right on the spot. “Yes Mom-Mommy. Love being owned by you.” Wanda smiles from your words. Her thrust picking up at your willingness to be hers and to let her claim you for herself and no one else. Her hands move to your thighs as her thumb digs into the fresh wound causing you to cry out. “That’s it, scream for Mommy. Let everyone hear how much of a whore you are for me.” Digging her fingers into you more. 

“Mommy!” You scream out. You’re hurtling towards the edge as your orgasm quickly approaches. You can tell Wanda is close too, her thrust becoming sloppy. Clenching around her length you whimper and moan. Wanda’s grunts filling the air with the lewd sounds of your pussy squelching around her cock. She can tell you’re close as your hips roll into hers with every thrust. Your hands moving to her shoulders and digging your nails in. Both of you are moaning in unison. 

“Fuck cum with me detka wanna feel you squeezing my cock.” Wanda’s fingers dig more into your bleeding flesh as her hips stutter. Your head falls back and you let out a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you. Your arousal gushing out of you coating Wanda’s slacks that she is wearing and dripping down your legs. Your back arches off the wall and presses your chest together as your legs tremble around her waist. Your walls squeeze Wanda’s strap so deliciously that she can’t hold back any longer. Her hips stutter and she cums right after you, painting your walls white with cum as she keeps a steady pace of thrusting in and out of you prolonging your orgasms. 

As you both calm down Wanda’s hips come to a stop staying inside of you. Both panting as Wanda leans her head against your heaving chest. You move your hand to her head and gently comb your fingers through her hair. Once you both have calmed down Wanda pulls back and your arm falls to wrap around her neck. Wanda leans in kissing you deeply as her hands move to your hips holding you tightly against her. You can feel all the love she has for you poured into that one kiss. 

When Wanda pulls back she leans her forehead against yours. “Are you ok malyshka?” You hum sleepily at her words. She pecks your lips again before pulling back from you still holding your waist tightly. She looks down at her handy work, the blood smeared all on your thigh and now on your dress where her hand now lies. You follow her gaze and can’t help the blush that rises. Which just causes Wanda to smirk at your still flustered state. “All mine.” Her words are possessive. “All Mommy’s.” 

Wanda shifts slightly making you wince in pain from the strap still buried deep inside of you. Wanda notices and softens. “Let’s get you cleaned up dorogaya. Wanna make sure you don’t get an infection.” You nod and nuzzle into Wanda’s neck as she carries you back to your shared room. In all that time you never even thought about how anyone could have walked down the hall and seen you but you really don’t care all you care about is being with Wanda and how she makes you feel.

[loserboysandlithium]

No one fucks me like you: Eddie Munson one shot

⚠️explicit sexual content. Minors DNI⚠️ Summary: After teasing you all night in front of your new fling, your ex boyfriend Eddie comes back to remind you just what you’ve been missing.

Word count: 1.2k

*****

You walk the last of your guests out, kissing your boyfriend on the cheek, giving him a little wave as you watch him disappear down the steps. What a fucking night. Eddie making his presence known in every way possible. His words leaving you a sticky mess down below even though you hated to admit it.

You head straight for your bed, aiming to take care of the problem he had left behind. You pop an unlit cigarette in your mouth about to grab your favorite toy from your nightstand when you hear a soft knock at your door.

Shit. You just wanted to be left alone. Your social meter completely gone after tonight’s events. You swing open the door to see your ex standing there. His brown curls wild and unruly, his dark eyes making your stomach flip.

"Eddie, what are you.." he quickly snatches the cigarette from your lips, tossing it aside and slams his lips into yours. You whimper into the kiss as he kicks the door shut behind him.

Your arms find their way around his neck with no hesitation as he scoops you up, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately.

His kiss is rough, feverish, hungry. So different from your new boyfriend. You taste the familiar cigarettes and weed... a slight mint flavor lingering on his tongue from his favorite gum.

Fuck. I missed him.

He slams you against the door completely lost in your kiss. Your hands make their way into his curls and you pull roughly causing a hungry moan to escape his lips.

He carries you toward the bed and crashes down on top of you as you continue breathing each other in. You push him suddenly, forcing him to break away from the kiss.

"I'm so fucking mad at you." you spit as you reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head quickly.

"Yeah? How mad?" he growls as he quickly works out of his jeans, kicking off his shoes. You swiftly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side.

"So mad that I wanna smack that stupid smirk off of your perfect fucking face." you glare at him as you slip out of your panties.

"Do it then, sweetheart." he burns as he leans over you again.

Smack!

He grits his teeth and lets out a low groan. "Again."

You smack him even harder, feeling the burn on your hand. "Fuck." he moans before gripping your throat tightly, making you gasp.

"I'm fucking mad at you too." he hisses.

"Yeah?" you moan as he lines himself up.

"Oh yeah." he laughs as he thrusts into you roughly, entering you fully making you cry out. He pulls out slowly and slams into you again.

"Eddie!"

Your eyelids flutter as he thrusts into you again and again with force, causing his name to rain from your lips.

"I bet you don’t scream his name like this." He chuckles deeply as he drives into you. You feel the familiar stretch from his thick cock making your thighs quiver as he pumps in and out.

"Does he fuck you like this, baby?" Eddie meets your eyes as he glides himself as deep as possible, making you feel him in your fucking stomach.

"N-no.." you stammer.

"No?"

"No, Eddie!" you cry as he picks up speed, every thrust causing your entire body to tremble.

"I told you. No one... no one fucks me like you do." you moan desperately, reaching for him, pulling his body closer to yours.

"I know baby, I know." he burns as he leans down, his mouth connecting to your neck. His lips begin sucking harshly. You know they’ll be a mark left behind but you don’t stop him. You don’t care. The only thing on your mind is him.

"E-Eddie.." you whisper and he hums in response.

He's switched up his tempo, rocking slowly now, his thrusts deep and agonizing.

"Kiss me, Eddie. Please kiss me." you beg and he presses his lips to yours again as he keeps himself deep inside of you.

Your kisses are erratic and sloppy as you try to keep your lips on his. Both of your moans partially being swallowed by the other's lips.

Your nails dig into his back and he groans deeply. “Baby..” he moans, as you cross your legs behind his back, bringing him back in as deep as possible with every thrust.

"I missed you." you mumble into the kiss and he slips his tongue past your lips, exploring every inch of your mouth. You begin to suck on his tongue and his firm hand moves under you, gripping your ass tightly.

Your bodies intertwine as you both lose yourself in each other. "I missed you too, sweetheart." He whispers in your ear and your head falls back as a sweet little cry falls from your lips.

"I missed hearing you scream my name. I missed kissing those perfect lips..."

Your nails dig even deeper into his skin as you slowly fall apart beneath him. He continues with low whispers in your ear, his thrusts deep and powerful.

"I missed this perfect fuckin’ pussy. You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

"Eddie, I'm so close.. Fuck baby..." you start grinding your hips with his quickly, lifting to meet his every thrust.

“Harder Eddie. Show me how much you fucking missed me.”

He chuckles before biting down on your neck. "I missed that bitchy little mouth of yours." You let out a breathy laugh as he begins to thrust mercilessly.

“Just like that. Oh fuck… I missed your cock, Eds.”

“Yeah, baby? I can tell. Desperate little thing, so fucking wet for me.”

“Harder!” you ignore his taunting, leaving scratches all across his back, pulling the prettiest moans from him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t even remember his goddamn name.” Eddie growls and you practically scream as his thick cock drives into you with no remorse.

“I- Eddie… Eddie fuck!”

“Look at you. Needy.. so fucking needy.” he mocks, making your eyes roll into your head.

“Fucking prick.” you choke out, making him laugh.

Your headboard slams into your wall again and again, the familiar knocking like music to your ears. No one fucks you like Eddie.

You run your fingers down your body, meeting your clit but Eddie’s hand is quick to grip your wrist, moving your hand to the side, bringing his fingers to the sensitive bud instead.

His fingertips swipe quickly, his cock still pumping in and out of you at an insane pace.

“Eds, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock.” he whispers breathily, eyes locked on your face.

You let out a strangled moan as you feel yourself reach your peak, your pussy spasming around his cock again and again. You cling to his shoulders as your hips buck up against him, your legs tightening around his waist as you ride out your high.

“Oh my fucking god.” you moan desperately as your body struggles to return to normal.

"Yeah, I really fucking missed that." Eddie pants as you coat his cock with your cum. He slowly rocks into you, gliding in and out of your slickness.

"You feel so good inside me, Eddie. Don't stop.. Please, don't stop." you whimper as your legs continue to shake slightly.

"I'm gonna fuck you all night, baby." He kisses your lips gently.

"Promise?" you hum softly.

"Mhmm… until you inevitably kick me out..” he smirks down at you and you roll your eyes.

“Better fuck me while you can then.” you breathe, beginning to grind against his cock again.

“Little brat.”

*This is a little ‘mini series’ of ex boyfriend Eddie. Just some one shots and little blurbs. You can find the rest here. 🖤🖤

[ratedfleur]

gunwook and his favorites.

📝: i figured i’d experiment with this post so i do hope it makes sense. also i think someone asked for something along the lines of “gunwook’s fave porn plots” until the ask disappeared so idk who that anon was 😭

at first gunwook would be into those cliche step son and step mother porn plots but he got into diving deeper into the porn lore.

yoga instructor and poorly trained student porn is definitely a favorite because gunwook himself was into maintaining his body in terms of physicality. gunwook likes it especially when your leggings magically rip in the crotch and he has to watch you bend over, shaking your hips when you can no longer hold her position. his hands are shakily placed on your hips as you shake your ass against his crotch, slowly dampening his shorts with your slick. gunwook could no longer hold it in before he reaches for his cock beneath his shorts before slamming his cock into your pussy, watching as you panicked underneath him, trying to stop him from further slipping deeper into your cunt before moaning as you took more of his cock.

another porn plot he likes is the masseuse one where the masseuse is a man and the client specifically chooses him to do her massages. gunwook likes to watch how you— his favorite client twitches and whines when his fingers get a little too close towards your cunt which inevitably leads to you whining as you looked up at gunwook when he told you to lie on your back. now, his hands were on your breasts, massaging your globes before pouring the oil all over the fabric, watching as your nipple appeared from beneath the white and thin fabric. gunwook would waste no time as he undressed his lower half before hopping on the table, reeling in the feeling of finally fucking his favorite client after months.

another cliche plot gunwook loves is the audition plot where an audition is held in front of a couch and the one auditioning has sex with the man behind the camera. it always has to be on a couch where the other cameramen have to come in closer, filming as the women slowly gets fucked by more men. most of the times gunwook imagines that he’d be one of the cameramen who joins into the fun, getting his cock sucked by you. he’d specifically shoot your face where you’d be staring straight at the camera as your mouth got stuffed by gunwook and your cunt by one of the directors. if he were lucky, he would’ve gotten the chance to fuck you in the cunt as he filmed you take his huge cock.

delivery guy is one of the funnier plots for gunwook where the customer doesn’t have any payment but is willing to pay with other things. he just likes it when she goes down on the delivery man, sucking him off with the door wide open for people to see what the commotion was. it was silly but gunwook’s eyes would nearly pop out of his eye sockets when he saw how your tits were on perfect display when you opened the door for him. your hands touching his wrist got him going hard when you pulled him into your apartment, begging him to let you pay with something else. gunwook’s cheeks would blush when he saw you get on your knees, hands busy taking his cock out of his obnoxiously red uniform for the pizzeria. all he could do is take what you gave him as you sucked his cock like a professional, bobbing your head up and down without gagging before making him cum into your mouth. it would’ve gotten gunwook to fuck you when you opened your mouth, showing him his own cum before swallowing it all up and showing him that you swallowed everything.

his top favorite would be the poorly shot porn that’s posted on twitter, he likes it best when the phone is simply propped up against the wall as he presses your chest flat against the mattress as it muffles all of your loud and whiny moans as you begged him to go faster. gunwook likes to make sure his princess is well fucked before switching positions, now fucking you on your back with his hand pressed against your neck to stop you from moaning a little too loud for his liking. though gunwook makes sure every angle that’s caught on his camera wouldn’t include your face, he still has to ensure that both your and his identity is hidden away before he shamelessly posts yours and his videos on twitter.

© RATEDFLEUR — ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[bloody-night]

May I ask for: Toji riding dom!reader but still being a smug little bastard at the same time

Tease

TOJI FUSHIGURO x male reader

NSFW: amab Toji, riding, teasing, biting, bruising,

Toji sighed softly, his plump lips pursed together in a fine line. His eyebrows furrowed together as he focused on himself. His hands behind him, resting against your knees as you sat upright, watching him with lust filled eyes. Your hands resting beside you, before moving them up onto his body, caressing it.

He hummed, fluttering his eyes open, looking at you as he felt your warm hands touching him. He smirked, shuffling a bit so he can ride you without needing any help. He chuckled, now bouncing a bit on your cock. “Can’t handle my body, huh?” He teased, grabbing your hand and placing it on his big tits he had. Toji bit his lip, sliding your hand down onto his abs, “I know you enjoy feeling my body.” He mumbled, sliding your hand lower onto his v-line, before placing it on his cock. “You love me so much.” He whispered breathlessly, moaning lowly as he felt your warm hand touch his dripping and eager cock.

“Yea.. I love you too much…” You whispered, staring up at him as he continued to ride you in a slow pace. He chuckled at your agreement. “But maybe you should focus on moving, eh?” You joked, grinning as your thumb did circles on his wet tip. Toji scoffed and rolled his eyes, before now starting to bounce a bit. He grunted as he sped up, huffing quietly as he felt your cock fulfill his insides, feeling it deep inside his walls.

You hummed as you let go of his cock, making him lean onto you, your hands moving down to grip his ass. Toji moaned, enjoying the grip you had on his cheeks. He continued to ride you, going faster every few minutes.

“F-fuck, I’m close. Shit.” Toji cursed, biting his lips as he groaned, hands gripping your shoulders so tightly. You watched before gripping his hips to stay still. Toji panted as he was forced to stop moving. He growled in annoyance, gripping your wrists that held his hips. “Why the fuck did you stop me.” He spat, glaring down at you, even if his body slightly trembled from the denied release.

“Because,” You shrugged “I wanted to see how you would react.” You added, grinning slyly. Toji scoffed, glancing away, before pushing you to lay down on the bed. “Fuck you.” He cursed, his hand resting on your chest. “Keep riding.” You demanded, grinning as you slapped his ass, making him startled before seeing crimson spread across his face. Toji tsked before starting to move his hips onto your cock, groaning quietly. He hummed as he stared down at you with furrowed brows, but you didn’t care, you enjoyed the view he gave you.

His hips started to move quicker, his ass slapping against your thighs. “Fuck… that’s it, baby, keep going like that.” You praised, slapping his ass every now and then. Toji blushed before leaning a bit lower, his hips moving faster. His pants becoming groans, before his groaning became moans. “Fuck….” Toji cursed, his eyes shut closed, as he continued to bounce his ass on your cock. “So good, fuck.” He added, feeling your hands scratch his back.

Toji moaned as he sped up, lifting his upper body to give him an angle to hit. His body trembled, before continuing to bounce, his tits and hair both moving up and down. You groaned, staring up at your husband, watching how hot he looked riding your fat cock.

“You’re so big for me, t-thankfully I can handle you… like no one else can.” He grunted, moaning a bit more louder as he sped up. “Shit, I’m close…” He warned, his hands gripping the pillow you rested your head on. “Let me cum.” He whispered, looking at you with a gorgeous yet demanding stare. “I’ll be nice for today…” You mumbled, your thumb caressing his lip.

Toji quickly leaned down, his ass bouncing so violently against your cock, the contact of skin caused so much slapping, and the bed creaked so loudly. You kissed his lips, before inserting your tongue inside his mouth. Toji moaned, a knot in his stomach appearing. He was so tired, eventually going to stop, before you gripped his ass and started to thrust up into his hole. Toji gasped as he moaned into your mouth, his cock twitching and releasing cum onto your stomach and his.

You grunted as you thrusted deep inside him, filling him up quickly. Toji cursed repeatedly, pulling away from the kiss and staring at you in the dark room. “I love how you fill me up, so good.” He whispered, kissing your lips once again. You chuckled and bit his lip, causing it to bleed a little. “Your insides are so perfect for me, baby.” You whispered, peppering his neck with kisses.

Toji felt your cock twitch inside him, softly moaning as your hips started to thrust upwards.

“You thought we were finished?” You asked, chuckling quietly.

[emma-o-yt]

Rick Riordan's problematic age gaps

Apparently reddit hates criticism because this got removed from there after a few minutes, maybe I can get it back up...anyways.

The age of consent in Texas is 17, Texas is where Rick lived (according to wikipedia) up until 2013. And yet...here we are.

Where do I even begin with this bullf*ckery? How about the most egregious of all?

Luke and Annabeth

We have two lines confirming their mutual feelings, one from The Demigod Diaries:

"Overtime, Annabeth developed a crush on Luke. As Annabeth got older, Luke developed feelings for her, too."

Mark of Athena (from her conversation with Venus):

"First there was Luke Castellan, her first crush, who had seen her only as a little sister; then he��d turned evil and decided he liked her—right before he died."

Now let me remind you, Annabeth and Luke have a seven year age difference, they knew each other at 7 and 14. By the time he died, Annabeth was just 16, while he was 23. And it's implied he begun returning her feelings a little before he asked her to run away, perhaps when she was 14. He's paralleled with Percy as Annabeth is his string in the river styx. He asks Annabeth explicitly if she loved him romantically (and she denies because Percy is there).

It's disgustingly inappropriate but at the very least they don't end up together...as for when they do...

Sadie Kane and Anubis

When it comes to immortal romance, I usually go for coded age. Anubis is thousands of years old but is mentally and physically 16, which is fine and dandy except for the fact that Sadie is 12. What do you want me to say except Rick is disgusting for promoting this.

Speaking of extreme age gaps:

Calypso and Leo

When you have a philosophy that every character must end up in a relationship, you run out of sensical options to pair up. Now, I'm a Caleo hater mainly because of how it retconned PJO and also because they are very toxic.

Now hold on, doesn't Caleo fall into coded age? Calypso is 15/16 and Leo is 15, so it's A okay! I suppose, if it wasn't for Calypso's past loves.

Odysseus, he had a wife and a son who was 20 years old in his final year on Ogygia, he is well into adult age. She also mentions the privateer Francis Drake and his wife Elizabeth, he was 45 when he married her.

If your defence is that she's actually thousands of years old, then that must also apply to Caleo. You cannot have it both ways.

Hazel and Frank

It's not that bad but it's necessary to mention for the point I will be making.

The timeline is messed up but I think they're 13 and 16 and meet at 12-15. I mean, come on.

Misogyny and Racism

What do these have in common? Well in 3/4 or 4/4, the younger one is female. In 2/4 or 3/4, the younger one is a person of colour.

Remember Nico? His crush on Percy as revealed in HoH? Well in MoA, there's a cheeky little red herring that happens a bit before Annabeth's talk with Venus (where it is revealed that Luke liked Annnabeth back). She wonders if Nico had a crush on her, but denounces him as too young. Now, Nico's age is inconsistent, I am unsure of his gap with Annabeth but I do know his gap with Percy. It's 3 years 5 months in PJO and 2 years 5 months in HoO (the series we are currently in).

So in RR's messed up mind, a white boy having a relationship with someone 2 to less than 4 years his senior is inappropriate. But a black tween girl dating someone 3 years her senior is just fine, a 12 year old biracial black girl dating a 16 year old is daijoubu, a 15 year old mestizo Latino boy dating an elderly woman is relationship goals, or the reverse a 15 year old girl dating middle aged men is a tragic romance and a 12 year old girl having mutual feelings with a 19 year old man is a "love story for the ages"!

The tv adaptation is so infuriating for this, they made Annabeth black, a lot of the changes they made came off as micro aggressions but especially her relationship with Luke. It's reduced to Luke simping for Annabeth behind her back and it's even worse because you can visibly see how large their age gap is. Heck, Charlie Bushnell and Leah Jeffries have a smaller age gap than book Luke and Annabeth.

Adultification is a huge real life issue. Children of colour and especially female children of colour are seen as less innocent than their white counterparts. Rick, who is dedicated to inclusivity should've known better than to include these illegal relationships. Stans will try and make excuses but it's there, deal with it.

As a black teenage girl who has been a fan of Rick's work for 12 years, I am disappointed.

[incogrio]

h.kai - send off ～*° °。｡

pairing: huening kai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, angst if you squint

synopsis: hueningie feels bad that he can’t take a picture with you at send-off :((

warnings: none!

a/n: so… this is my first fic ever so please be gentle!! this is based off a tweet i saw saying that kai’s manager is much more strict than the others, and my delusional ass was like “hehe”. @/strangergraphics-archive for the line graphics :3

part two

ever since you got into txt, you’ve been dreaming of attending one of their concerts. you had started saving up money from the moment you laid eyes on your precious boys, especially huening kai. so, it was only natural that when they had a concert in your area, that you would attend.

the entire concert was a dream come true, you and your friends barked during cat & dog, sobbed during blue hour and cheered during the killa. but, the part that you had been most excited for had yet to come: send-off. this was your chance to finally talk to the people that saved your life, and you were shaking at the thought as you stood at the barricade. your iphone in hand, you waited impatiently, leg bobbing up and down as you hear their voices echoing closer and closer. cheers erupted as they first come out, and you almost drop your phone out of excitement.

the first member to say hello was yeonjun, he seemed tired but all the more excited.

“hi!! can you sign this?” you ask excitedly, to which he nodded and smiled. “make sure to eat lots of good food, yeah?”

“yeah definitely!” he responded happily. a few moments later, soobin trailed behind yeonjun, signing his respective photo card and taking a picture with you. as he left, you peeked down the line and saw huening kai, your bias, slowly making his way towards you. you freeze as he finally makes it to you, staring at him in awe. he was slightly sweaty, his hair perfectly styled save for a few strands stuck to his forehead sweat. he seemed fake, his skin too perfect, his chest too plush, his smile too angelic. you don’t notice the way he stares at you in awe too.

“hue-huening, can you sign this please?” you ask nervously, slapping yourself internally for making a fool of yourself. he broke himself out of his trance, shaking his head softly before nodding and taking the photo card gingerly. you thank him, and almost forget to ask for a picture. he sees you reaching for your phone and opening the camera app, “can we- can we take a picture?” you ask, handing him the phone since your hands were so shaky you would’ve had better luck impersonating a bee than taking a picture. huening looks at his manager beside him, who shakes his head at the sight of your iphone. kai has always felt bad whenever he had to deny a picture with a dedicated moa, but this time was different. you were beautiful, and if he weren’t an idol he would’ve asked you out immediately. he frowns, sighing and shaking his head.

“s-sorry, iphone,” he responds, eyebrows furrowing in sadness. his manager is pushing him slightly, he’d already spent more than a minute with you, and beomgyu was approaching behind him. you look down at your phone, cursing yourself for bringing an iphone, but being all the more confused that both soobin and yeonjun were able to take pictures with you. your eyebrows furrow and your shoulders deflate before realizing that he is intently watching you with sad eyes.

you look up at him and fake smile, trying your best to reassure him, “ah, that’s okay! you guys did really good today!” you say before his manager quite literally pushes him down the line. he steals glances at you before he turns the corner, noticing how much sadder you seemed. his stomach churned. even moments after meeting you, he only ever wanted to see you happy. you wondered if his manager was always so strict.

the rest of the send off went off without a hitch, all the remaining members took pictures and signed and bantered with you happily. but you couldn’t get it out of your head, how come only huening didn’t take a picture with you? to be honest, you were beginning to take it personally. was your outfit bad? did he think you were annoying? was he freaked out by your nervousness? after the send-off, you walked outside into the spring weather, feeling a soft breeze that reminded you of hyuka’s smile. disappointment pierced your stomach once more at not getting a picture, but you sat on a nearby bench and ordered an uber nonetheless. you noticed lots of moas crowding around a black van in the parking lot behind you before being ushered away by security.

“hm, probably txt’s van… hopefully they get home safe,” you muttered to yourself, before checking your ubers location.

suddenly, you heard panting from behind you, slowly making its way closer and closer to the beat of sneakers smacking the pavement. then, a soft finger poking your shoulder.

you turned around, only to see the last person you were expecting.

he bowed slightly, “hi,” he muttered. was he just as nervous as you?

“what… what are you doing here kai??” you asked incredulously, what was happening? did you do something wrong at the concert? no, wouldn’t security talk to you instead?

he caught his breath and you stood up to face him.

he hesitates for a moment, thinking about how to say his thoughts in english. “i… i felt sorry to say no to the picture, so i tried to find you after to make it up to you…?” he says, sounding more like he’s asking than telling.

“make it up?” you grow more confused, “kai, it’s okay! you should be resting right no-“

he interrupts you, shaking his head stubbornly, “ah-ni,” he responds in korean, before correcting himself, “no, this is more important. how about…” he chews his bottom lip. he could get in serious trouble for this, but the stars in your eyes made him realize that he would go to jail for you, if he needed. “how about to make it up, we exchange numbers! then i can send you pictures of my day no one else would have. but you wouldn’t be able to tell anyone.”

your jaw drops, is this real? he said it so casually, shrugging as though he just ordered a drink at a coffee shop.

“i-i… what? i mean- okay…” you say, completely and utterly shocked at what is happening. he takes out his phone, handing it to you. your fingers brush and both your faces flush.

“soft hands,” he mutters to himself, despite you hearing it. you smile to yourself, putting in your number.

he does the same to your phone, but this time, when he grabs it out your hands, one of his hands stays in yours. “i feel like im dreaming,” you mutter as you gaze at his face.

he smiles and hands you back your phone. he lifts your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it. “so do i.”

your phone dings, but huening ignores it, instead placing your hand on his shoulder and reaching both of his to your waist. you inch closer to each other, you feel his warm breath on graze your lips, his own only inches away. you lean up onto your tippy-toes, his gaze never leaving your pink lips.

your lips graze each other, before hearing a loud, “hey! i’m your uber!” shouted from a grey car. you close your eyes, embarrassed as you both jump away from each other.

“i have to go,” you say sadly, you hand falling from his shoulder and back into his hand.

he nods, “okay,” and lets you go.

you smile at the sound of his members cheering, teasing and patting his back as you get into your uber. going to this concert may have been the best decision of your life.

[m-jelly]

Dragon Levi x Reader NSFW, Dragon Levi suddenly has a rut during their wedding night @2moth-anon2 requested

Loving rut

Levi x fem!reader

Royal AU, romance, fluff, married, smut, monster fucking, dragon Levi, breeding talk, rut, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Levi goes into a rut on your wedding day, so he takes you to the bedroom and ravages you.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously

The whole day had been full of celebrations and deep love. No matter how much Levi tried to control a growing feeling inside him, he couldn’t stop it. Levi had faced a rut before with you, but this was something different. Seeing you in your wedding dress with a smile and dancing with love in your heart surrounded by flowers was hypnotic to him.

Arousal pulsed inside him as he throbbed with need. For the wedding, he had become his dragon hybrid form with his tail, horns, claws and even some scales on his skin. He was a bit taller, his tongue was long and pointed. Another thing affected by his hybrid form was his penis, it was thick, and long with a pointed tip and bumps along it.

Watching you dance and laugh was wonderful, but he needed more. Before he knew it, he strolled across the dance hall filled with friends and staff until he stopped right before you. A deep need burned inside him as he looked down at you in your white dress with flowers in your hair, your breasts pressed perfectly in your corset.

You gave him a smile that made his cock twitch. "Hello, Levi, my handsome husband." You reached up and caressed his cheek. "Everything okay?"

"I need you. I need you alone in our room." He panted a little. "I need to breed you."

You felt your whole body flush at those words. "I need you too."

He lifted you up and raced with you through the halls and to the bedroom. It didn't matter to him that he had guests because you were the only thing on his mind. As soon as he reached the bedroom he had you slammed against the bedroom door with his lips on yours.

You clung to your husband tightly as his hot pointed tongue moved against yours. You felt like you were melting because of the intense pleasure and heat that was emanating from Levi. You felt dizzy with how much heat and desire was coming from your man. You'd go through a rut of his before, but this was different.

Levi's clawed finger looped around your underwear. His lips dragged along your jawline to your ear. "I want to mate you. I need it. Please say yes."

You leaned your head back against the wall and moaned. "Take me."

He tore your underwear with ease before tugging his trousers open and releasing his thick cock covered in bumps and scales. He lined himself up with you, pressed his tip in a little and bucked lightly just to see if you were okay. The pleading mewls coming from you and your soaking wet pussy hinted to him that you wanted him.

When his need consumed him, his mouth opened wide and as soon as he chomped on the crook of your neck he plunged his cock deep into you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you cried out in euphoric bliss. Your toes curled up in pleasure causing one heel to drop off your foot.

Levi growled into the bite and began pounding his hips as hard and as fast as he knew your sweet, soft and cute human body could take. He dragged his tongue over the bite up to your ear. "Bunny." He grunted with pleasure. "Mine." He gripped your thighs tightly and parted them more. "All of me. You must take every inch of my cock."

You panted and moaned as Levi pressed as deep as possible into you. Each push of his cock in and out of you was incredible. Every single inch of his dragon dick was everything you needed and more. You could feel the coil tightening up inside you and you were going to feel the rush of your orgasm soon.

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. "Cum for me."

You let go and moaned against his lips as you shivered from head to toe. "Levi."

He softly kissed you. "Good girl." He carried you and slammed you on your back against the bed. He stood up slowly and growled. "My sweet wife." He ran a clawed hand down your body and admired your wedding dress, how your breasts heaved in your dress. "All mine to breed."

You dragged your dress up your body and mewled in delight. "Sweet husband. All mine."

He pressed your legs down and against you, so you were now in the most perfect mating press. "Mate." He started pumping into you again. "Mate!"

You cupped Levi's face and moaned in delight. "Y-Yes." You shivered as pleasure pulsed inside you. "Breed me. Darling Levi."

He panted and growled as he kept slapping his hips against yours. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." He had a moment of clarity when tears ran down his cheeks. He stopped his strong thrusts. "Bunny?" He called your name softly. "Bunny?"

You sniffed and smiled. "I'm just thrilled. I'm married to you finally and we're together like this."

He kissed you and hummed. "Such a sweet and adorable wife I have." He showered your face with kisses. He shifted his legs. "I love you so much."

"I love you. I love you, Levi."

He bucked into you as his hands squeezed your thighs. "Bunny." He growled as he felt his wings want to burst out of his back. He was deep in a rut, but this clarity remained. He growled as his hunger took over. "Ah, mm, ha, ha."

You reached behind you and gripped the pillows. "Levi, let go."

He gazed down at you. "Yes."

"Give in to your rut." You watched in awe as his beautiful big wings burst from his back. "Levi."

He bucked into you as his scales shone in the light. He pressed his body against you and made sure he rubbed himself against your clit. He smiled when you cried out in bliss. He saw you throw your head back as you were at the mercy of your loving husband.

You reached down and clawed at Levi's muscular chest a little as you were overwhelmed by the pleasure throbbing inside you. You couldn't control your body or push down the building orgasm that was coming again. Your legs were beginning to shake under Levi. You turned your head, bit your hand a little and mewled.

You cried out in pleasure when you felt the pop and the orgasm rip through your body. "Ah! Levi!"

He released your legs and wrapped you up in his arms. "Bunny." You growled as he pumped his hips a little faster. "Mate. Need to mate you." He plunged deep into you and released a deep growl of a moan as his cum pumped into you. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and moaned your name. He purred and kissed your face all over. "I love you."

You shivered. "Hot." You panted a bit. "Your cum is always so hot."

He leaned up and looked at you. "Bad or good?"

You giggled. "Good." You cupped his handsome face. "I love you, Levi."

"I love you too."

You felt his tail wrap around your leg and lightly touch you. "Is that your tail?"

He blushed a little. "Sorry, but I can't stop touching you." He purred as his lips dragged over your neck and chest. "I want to keep filling you with cum. I need to breed you."

Your walls clenched around Levi causing him to growl, he was still rock hard after cumming so much. "This is a big rut, huh?"

His eyes sparkled as he gazed at you. "It is, but I'll be a good boy." He caressed your cheek. "Do you need water? Something to eat?"

"But your rut."

He took your hand and showered it with kisses. "I can control it for a bit. My love for you overpowers my primal desires." He nipped your skin. "Plus, I have already bred you for a bit. I am having a moment of control." He held you close and stood up, your bodies still connected. "Water."

You hugged Levi tightly as you squeaked. "Th-thank you."

He sat you on the counter in the bathroom, your bodies squelching a little from the mix of cum trying to escape. He filled a cup with water and helped you drink. "Good bunny."

You licked your lips as you gazed at your husband. "Levi."

He purred. "Does my bunny desire her dragon lover?"

You nodded as you nibbled your lip. "I do."

He gripped your neck and purred. "I'll give you all of me."

[lilislegacy]

I remember reading Chalice of The Gods and reading that line where Percy was like, “My parents won’t hear Annabeth laughing because ours walls are really thick” and going ??? Mister sir how did you figure that out???

LOL. i love that scene. mainly because percy said that even if his parents heard annabeth, the worst thing that would happen is sally offering her a cup of tea 😂

i also thought it showed development in their relationship because in MoA, when annabeth appears in his room to wake him up, he gets super nervous and his heart races. but in cotg he literally wakes up to her fiddling with his window and breaking into his room, and he’s not even phased lol. then shes goes and sits on his bed with him, and that’s also nothing new apparently. so that’s a big step from mark of athena. she also knows exactly how long it takes for him to shower LOL.

so basically yeah, i’m with you. i feel like there were a lot of very subtle implications in that book. i’m desperately hoping we get more in wrath of the triple goddess!!

[ricep0pp]

already having to relive the Octavian/Luke comparisons and i think i may in fact spontaneously combust.

the blatant misremembering of Octavians character simply because readers just went along with whatever the main cast thought is honestly a little bit infuriating. he's the most spectrum coded character in HoO and most of his actions up until he is literally *brainwashed by Gaea* are justifiable.

"b-but he destroyed Percy's pillow pet comfort item!!" okay, maybe think about how he has to do this with his own comfort items every day? it's literally his job and it's very likely that nobody has ever gotten upset with him over it before. and *Reyna told him to do this* so why are we mad at octavian if it was an order from the praetor to do an augur thing and the easiest way to do that was with an item that had a connection to Percy?

i will also never get over the banquet scene at the beginning of MoA. Octavian literally does nothing wrong here but the characters decide that they just really want to make him the butt of every joke simply because they find him 'annoying'.

after Reyna does the toast and Jason is recounting their rescue of Hera/Juno, Octavian interrupts him in an exclamation of disbelief that they hadn't noticed that the queen of the gods had been imprisoned in a location that was very important to the romans. is interrupting rude? yes, but he obviously seems distraught over the fact that Juno was unknowingly imprisoned. instead of politely explaining the full extent of the situation, what does Piper do? immediately use charmspeak on him.

next, when Percy praises Jason's skills ("No wonder they made you praetor."), Octavian immediately brings up the fact that they have three praetors now that Jason has returned. this is really important, especially from his perspective since he's such a stickler for rules and regulations. Percy decides to immediately abtagonize him, and then completely dismiss his frustration over Percy choosing to step aside for Jason. Octavian has every right to be offended over this, even if it's not necessarily the most correct time to bring it up. Percy antagonizes him, and then basically blatantly insults him by treating the position he's worked his entire life for as if it's nothing important.

after that, Reyna has Octavian recite the great prophecy, ignoring his hesitancy (that is entirely warranted considering greece and rome have been at war for literal millenia). when Annabeth recites the last two lines of the prophecy and Frank brings up her parentage, Octavian has a right to be skeptical. in rome, Minerva isnt even a war goddess, and doesn't have children. without understanding how the gods operate in their seperate forms, it's reasonable, considering they arrived in a war ship, are being lead by a child of a war goddess that they are wholly unfamilliar with in more ways than most of the other major gods, and are, in fact, greek, to be suspicious of the groups intentions.

when Annabeth and Percy list the seven demigods they believe should go on the quest, Octavian is again rightfully upset. There are rules and procedures that are being completely ignored, and by visitors that are already suspicious to him and have made it very clear that they do not care about his opinion, even though he's on the senate and *the fucking augur.* he is once again interrupted, but this time by the book itself as Tyson shows up.

Ella then recites the 'mark of Athena' prophecy, which Octavian *once again* has every right to know about. prophecies are his job, and his entire *personality* as far as camp jupiter is concerned. i understand that it basically says 'Annabeth will destroy rome' but her secrecy in regards to the quest her mother gave her has never once made sense and is not justified in any way. instead of even saying something simple along the lines of 'Athena made me swear to secrecy', Percy for some reason is made to be the character that needs rescuing (in a situation that has nothing to do with him) and Annabeth takes the opportunity to make Octavian into the fool in front of all of his peers. it feels even worse later on when Annabeth and Reyna discuss the prophecy but only to agree that it even *is* one, and for no purpose beyond that for several paragraphs.

THEN when Leo offers a tour of the Argo II to Octavian and Reyna *once again* dismisses his suspicions, she winds up partly to blame for the resulting attack, as well as Leo for never telling anyone about gaea, and Annabeth for not saying anything when she noticed Leo was acting off. when Gaea attacks CJ and Octavian relays to Annabeth that he saw Leo open fire on the city, she assumes he's pulling some trick to get them to fight each other. she had known him for all of maybe a few hours and for some reason, watching her friends and boyfriend openly bully him has convinced her that he could be evil?

mind you, all of the above events happened over the course of *two* chapters, both of which are from the perspective of Annabeth who had only just met Octavian.

he only really began doing things you could consider 'evil' once gaea had fullt brainwashed him and driven him mad. and even then, he gets a fucking joke death?? as the only character up to this point that i was ever able to identify with on an ASD level, that feels really shitty! and the fact that the fandom just jumped on the Octavian hate train really drives home how people cannot handle spectrum coding/writing/*people* unless its presented in a cutesie helpless way.

but back to the original point of Octavian being compared to Luke; Luke was scheming the *entire* time we knew him. He did not want to protect his home, he did not have any real morals or self imposed rules. all he cared about was getting back at Hermes for not showing he cared about him (which is kind of bs considering Hermes is one of the busiest gods in the pantheon but as a fellow neglected kid i get it.) Luke was willing to do this in any way, even if it meant literally destroying the world. Octavian was just trying to keep his home safe in the way that any historical roman would have.

You also kind of have to consider his background. he was left at camp as an unwanted baby. we dont even know if his parents named him or if the camp did. his only identity is that he's a legacy of Apollo with a gift that is incredibly useful to CJ. this, along with his very clear coding (whether intentional on Rick's part or not), only shows me a character that was always unwanted and outcasted from the only place he even could call home. he doesnt want to be praetor for power, he wants to be praetor to prove to everyone (and himself) that he's worthy of being one of them. if he wanted power for the sake of power he could easily use his augur position to manipulate his way up, but never once do we see him attempt this. it doesn't help that he's named after THE Gaius Julius Ceasar Augustus, the man that founded the fucking roman empire in the first place. imagine how that must feel? to have your identity tied to such massive, larger than life people? imagine feeling like you have to live up to that in a place that seemingly fucking hates you for existing and only keeps you around because youre useful??

i really wish people would stop blatantly villainizing Octavian, dudes literally just an 18 year old autistic kid that was victimized by Gaea. give him a break, please.

[0alix0]

listening to in game comments from MoA dlc and it's hilarious how De Launcet daughters gossip about Anders romance

He (Hawke) brought his filthy sewer-dwelling mage-lover into the neighborhood!

and from that line alone we can confidentially say that:

Anders has moved in officially, and probably was introduced to some nobles (if he didn't knew half of them already by healing their rectum bleeding or whatever medieval aristocrats were into back then)

EVERYONE knows that Anders is a mage but can't (and don't even think to) do anything about that

Hawke really pissed off his neighbors and does it AGAIN by bringing his bf to a courtyard

Anders needs to shower more

this fucking game i swear to god

there's also a bit of fem!Hawke slander cuz she "looks like a boy" in that party costume she's a butch, Fifi, that's the whole point shut up

[sunyfan]

The Number That Changes Everything

3 years ago, I had suspicions that Rex might have a different age. So to dispel all my doubts, I began to draw a timeline of events using measurable facts:

Besides the show, there are other sources indicating that Rex’s current age is 15 years old.

I get it, Man of Action, it’s a “red line” that I shouldn’t cross if I really want to know the truth ^_^

As a result, I got 5 scales:

These scales on Rex’s timeline:

Even in the first version of the graph I have obvious conclusions:

Rex’s birthday is clearly not the same date as Six’s, despite the fact that an entire episode was devoted to this topic.

The Nanite Event and Six’s memory loss also did not occur on this date, otherwise we learned it from Caesar.

Yeas, the show has a character like Caesar, but lack of mention or hint of Rex’s true age from him, don’t letting me to set colored scales correctly..

I could have made a lot of versions of scales location, but something told me to pay attention to dots and that there is also a connection between them..

Hmm… dots forming another scale…

No way..

You’ve got to be kidding me?

Is it for real?

So thanks to WIKI I can even set the correct proportions!

Since things of «Lions and Lambs» and «Back to Black» happen on the same day for Rex, I placed dots on the same level.

I can’t make the dot’s scale longer/shorter because it affects the time and course of events

Well, I have the correct positions of colored scales (second graph), but still no answers. Perhaps if I add Six’s timeline, it will be easier for me to search.

Based on Six’s timeline, almost 2 years have passed in the show, and since there is not a single hint about Rex’s age in the series, so it’s quite possible that the answer lies in the gap of 6 months. But how far should I move Rex’s scale?

The show featured numbers such as «5», «6», «10» (Ben 10) and «15», where the number «6» has a special meaning:

Only 6 Master Control Nanites 6th dangerous man on the planet Six lost 6 years of memory Rex remembers his last 6 years Rex was sent 6 months into the future

Definitely, creators have another, special number and they had moments when they changed the airing dates of episodes just for this certain number. And I can tell which episode this happened.

The show has a special: «HEROES UNITED», the official release of which was 11.25.2011, in other words, it was the 3rd episode on air, but on GRwiki it goes as the 11th episode. Why did they decide to use 11?

I know MOA have such a character as Kevin 11, you don’t have to comment about it ^^

Besides this, «11» also relates to the another ep. like «Back to Black» which was released on the beautiful date: 11.11.2011. It’s remarkable that just in this episode we learn how scared Rex can be when he sees that Providence instantly changed for him, like he had lost his memory again.

But he is not the only one. Six also was in same situation. And do you know what I found out? «11» has its plase in «Six minus Six» too!

When Six was released from his obligation to search for Rex’s family, and One was gone, the anxiety is over in his life. But it wasn’t for long. Сreators hinted back in the series “Promises, Promises” that changes await him.. Six: «Whether for good or ill, our fates will follow the same path».

But that’s not all!

This is it, guys…

One day… some artists of the show published their resume of Generator Rex in honor of it’s anniversary.

Guys!..

It was in 11th Anniversary! 11th! This number is truly special, no less than «6»!

It was in «Six minus Six» where Six changed, It was in «Back to Black» where Providence has changed, It was in «Heroes United» where Ben helped save the World from Alpha, changing Rex’s Builds. And it was on the day when Six found Rex, boy’s life IS CHANGED!

Rex was 11 years old!

I’m not sure that Rex’s and Six’s birthdays are identical, but it’s enough for me to know that these dates in that same 6-month gap. As a result, Rex missed both of his birthdays according to the calendar and memory. And the fact that Rex remembers 6 years was a clue to his true age all these years … astoundingly o_O

Man of Action, I'm giving a standing applaud! It feels like a whole paradigm has changed!.. For good, of course ^^

BONUS

When I was studying the coincidences with the number 11, I thought that if I slightly change the positions of episodes of Season 3, because the existing one looks unnatural and this is what I got:

As far as I remember, starting from the “Black and White”, both sides began to search for meta-nanites and apparently the last one should have been found in special episode, in which Six’s memory should be back too, because it was maaany hints abouth this [ in ep. «End Game 1 & 2» ]… and so as we found out, the creators leave hints for a reason. Also in the same special, the leadership of Providence passes from Black Knight to White, because in the episode «End Game 2» after Rex was kidnapped, Six receives support from the army.

[svt-rosalie]

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boy i invented you.

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CHA EUNWOO / ASTRO

co-workers, crush unknown to public est. 2020

𝜗𝜚. to simply put it, they started out as co-workers. well more like rosalie is the annoying little sister to his bestfriend (mingyu) and that’s how it always had been — not that rosalie is annoying but that’s just how he saw her.

until they started working together on the kdrama ‘true beauty’. eunwoo was still just the bestfriend to her olde brother to her but something changed for rosalie in eunwoo’s eyes and it lowkey frightened him. . . seeing as how he was one of the people that knew rosalie was in a relationship with jihoon.

it was mostly just one just one of those work place crushes. where he sees her and he’s like ‘yeah she’s attractive and i wouldn’t mind dating her’ — but it did not help at ALL that they had to act together in a romantic comedy.

no one has ever known about this crush! a lot of people just chalked it up to ‘acting’ and being too into character. that’s the delulu people… the FANS can see behind that bull crap but eunwoo has never made a clear statement so people left it alone after a while!

NA JAEMIN / NCT DREAM

bestie’s bestie, crush known to public est. 2020

𝜗𝜚. this boy could not be more obvious about his crush. he’s like “oh? well woozi’s got 12 guys backing him up, well i have an infinite amount! how bout that one’

he doesn’t even care that rosalie is his band members best friend. he straight up is so in love with her (not in a stalkerish way but in a way where it’s like, omg i would definitely love if you were my girl friend but like i understand that you aren’t!) type of vibe.

he’s always super shy when he’s around rosalie but whenever haechan or someone else brings her up he can’t stop talking about her. rosalie finds it endearing and appreciates that he finds her attractive and likes her personality.

(like would be a simple term for it).

it’s become a inside joke between the carat’s and nctzens. it brought the fandoms closer in all honesty, and even the members of seventeen bring it up just to make jihoon mad. there’s been a couple of times that a carat will randomly comment “just cause you look a little too happy, jaemin still has a crush on rosalie.” and woozi will straight up fake gag. it’s all in good fun, jihoon promises.

CHOI SOOBIN / TXT

sunbaenim, crush known to public est. 2019

𝜗𝜚. soobin looks up to rosalie a lot and would always speak highly of her when he was asked about his idols/the people that made him want to become an idol.

rosalie thinks his crush is adorable. he always gets so excited to see her and is like “noona, i have to show you this video game i started playing!” . . . even though they were born in the same year. when pledis got bought by HYBE and SEVENTEEN was over more at the HYBE building, soobin would always ask if she could sit and watch and give pointers since she’s such an amazing dancer. his words, not mine.

his crush was exposed actually by none other than beomgyu.

beomgyu was making fun of soobin for something he was doing and stated something along the lines of “i don’t think your noona rosalie would like you doing this very much.” and moa’s/carats took that statement and ran with it to the point where HYBE had to make a statement stating that soobin was in fact not dating rosalie and just looked up to her very highly.

yeah shut up hybe we all know soobin would get on one knee and propose to rosalie if woozi wasn’t in the way!

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