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runmild · 1 year ago
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my mom got Another
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yashley · 2 years ago
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“I’m Vex. Zahra’s very close friend.”
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loveinsomesacredplace · 11 months ago
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the disregard for Belly’s happiness is something I expect from the other side, but is so disappointing when it’s your own fandom
the fear/expectation that Jere’s character is going to be dismantled and denying that because you know the show has a narrative to push but not saying a word about the potential destruction of Belly’s character to further said narrative and expecting it of her because she broke Jere’s heart in season 1 - and not considering, oh this is fucking bad writing too
The DISCONNECT
Show Belly, I’ll always love you, and that C endgame is not it for you
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needydoll-for-you · 5 months ago
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Hello, darling.
I hope you have an amazing day. Don't forget to stretch a bit, drink water and eat aaaall the sweets you can! The best girl in the world deserves nothing less 💕.
I'll likely be asleep or at college when you see this, but do nott think you're not in my mind!! My lips are terribly empty and I think you should fix that ;)
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ — C
hiiii!!! this is the absolute cutest message!! how do i deserve thiiis🥺💓
i like sweets sooooo sooo much, but i like you even more so i would share them all with you🫣 and no dessert so far😢 so i really am hoping for some later on!!!! (or you will have to teleport to me with a dessert! or i will take you as dessert🫣🤭)
so many compliments i can’t handle theeeeem🥺💓
I WILL FIX THAT! FORGET THE DESSERT, TELEPORT HERE RIIIGHT NOW AND I WILL KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH!
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stargirlfeyre · 1 year ago
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“Why can’t people just accept that Feyre’s story is done” because not even Sjm has accepted it yet.
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dracimexidae · 1 year ago
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I think it should be illegal to do a match between Andrej and Grigor ☹️
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maplesyrupsainz · 5 months ago
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˖⁺。˚⋆˙lucky charm | LH44˖⁺。˚⋆˙
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem y/n reader (she/her)
genre: social media au, age gap
warnings: age gap, brief mention of sex but barely
summary: in which you find love on your travels
a/n: me when i finally get a lewis request 💃💃💃
request!!!: Lewis age gap insta au with Cindy kimberly face claim please
my masterlist
fc: cindy kimberly
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carmenmmundt 📍 rome
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carmenmmundt when in rome... 🇮🇹
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user1 so classy as always ❤️
user2 where's georgeee
user3 who's that girl she's gorgeous wtf
user4 just her friend i think
georgerussell63 woww 😍😍
carmenmmundt oh stop it you!
lilymhe miss you babes!
carmenmmundt aww same, let's plan a trip soon 🥰
lilymhe oh 1000%!!!
user5 i love wag friendships sm
lewishamilton looks like fun!
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user6 random
user7 perhaps…
yourusername 📍 rome
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yourusername ti amo, italia 💚🤍❤️
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yourfriend1 where to next? 😻
yourusername london! you coming?
yourfriend1 well actually........ 👀
yourusername 🎉🎉🎉🎉
user8 omgg so cute
user9 carmen is so gorg
user10 y/n ur so beautiful wowwww
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carmenmmundt miss you already ❤️
yourusername take me backkk 🇮🇹
yourfriend2 as gorgeous as ever 😘
yourusername ilyyy
yoursister so jealous omg looks amazing
yourusername you should come next time!!!
yoursister oh for sure
yourmother beautiful darling ❤️
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lewishamilton gorgeous pics! i love italy
yourusername one of my fav places to visit!
lewishamilton mine too!
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yoursister miss you!!!!
yourusername miss you babes
user11 so beautiful
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user12 😍😍😍
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yourfriend1 see you there x
yourusername omg i cant wait
lewishamilton no way! are you free to link up?
yourusername i could probably make some time for lunch?
lewishamilton yea! if that's not too much trouble
yourusername absolutely not! you can text me xx-xxx-xxx :)
lewishamilton 👍
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lewishamilton 📍 london
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lewishamilton visiting home 🏠
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user17 omg??? soft launching already??????
user18 OMGGGG
user19 he loves her your honour
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user20 interesting interesting 🤨
user21 guys.....how old is she lol
user22 didnt even think about this
user23 she's in her 20s i fear
user24 …no comment
georgerussell63 whipped already
lewishamilton 🤷‍♀️ call me old fashioned
user25 yea old fashioned coz she's like 10 yrs younger than him 😂😂😂
user26 💀 violation
user27 not the classic age gap discourse abt 2 consenting adults...
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user28 them liking this 😂 they're already sick of it
user29 tbh she's cute as hell i love her lol
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carmenmmundt miss you!
yourusername miss you babe
user30 oh to be friends with y/n
user31 still in london? 🤨
user32 feed us with bf lewis content 👀
lewishamilton you have other friends? 🤨
yourusername we're friends?
lewishamilton we aren't?
yourusername well i think we've got our wires crossed here… 👀
lewishamilton really? you free tonight? to uncross the wires, of course
yourusername for you? absolutely
lewishamilton pick you up at 7 x
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yourusername 📍 london
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yourusername pics i sent to my mother this week 🍒
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user33 oh god this is so cute
user34 is she lewis' gf?
user35 apparently
user36 the caption awww
user37 her mother? true coz she's so young 👶
user38 😂😂😂😂
user39 oh please 🙄
user40 the love note on the napkin... ur sick omg
user41 sooooooo dreamy oh my god
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user42 awww y/n liked this comment 🥹
yourfriend2 been swept off your feet? 👀
yourusername ask me again in a week
yourfriend2 😂 trust me, i will
user43 OMG?
user44 how is she so gorgeous wow
user45 cant get past her being younger than me 😭
user46 some of u guys are wayyy too obsessed with her age?? it's getting weird
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user47 she liked this...
user48 yup she's sick of it too 🤷‍♀️
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user49 CUUUUUTE
user50 ugh lewis is so doting bf
user51 he adores u girl
user52 luckiest girl on the planet
carmenmmundt & where are you now, missy?
yourusername budapest babe
carmenmmundt BUDA WHERE?
yourusername hm? 😇
carmenmmundt oh i will be seeing you this weekend
yourusername …
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user58 oh my god 🥺
user59 WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SO CUTE
user60 we lost him folks
carmenmmundt oh i called it 😊
yourusername shoo!!!
mercedesamgf1 💙💙
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user61 i love them omg
user62 the most gorgeous couple
lewishamilton 📍 budapest
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lewishamilton back up on the podium, what a weekend!
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user63 AHHH he's whipped for her tbh
user64 omg two pics of her 👀
carmenmmundt lucky charm!!!!
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lewishamilton seems that way yea 🩷
georgerussell63 congrats man what a race 🫶
lewishamilton 💙💙💙
user65 aww a roscoe appearance so cute
charles_leclerc congrats! sending love from leo to the both of you ;)
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lewishamilton big love! ❤️
user66 soooooo cute
oscarpiastri so honoured to share the podium with you this weekend lewis!! & so great to meet y/n of course
lewishamilton pleasure was all mine! will see you up there again im sure 🔥
yourusername ❤️❤️❤️
user67 WTFFFF
user68 so cute & supportive i love this sport
yourusername so proud 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
lewishamilton my lucky charm 💙 thanks for being there
yourusername oh im so honoured just to be invited!! you were amazing out there x
lewishamilton that's all i ever want to hear from u😉
yourusername 🥹🥹🥹🥹
THE END 💙
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imjustdelusionalok · 2 months ago
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yandere dc: cam girl! reader
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˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼think about it though, a darling who does r18 stuff on the internet either because they're bored or they just want money.
˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼knowing how many perverts are on the internet, our witty girl uses that to her advantage! (especially knowing that she has a few stalkers that clearly doesnt need ALL of that money in her eyes...)
˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼one word about this falls from your nonchalant lips as you tell this to your friends, and their mouths are agape and so are the weirdly familiar people at the back who are deeply concerned dressed up so much for some reason! :D
˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼and of course it continues with you pulling out a box of newly bought 'equipment' with a brand new camera for that HD quality goodness, and you grin fiendishly as a result. your friends warn you and call you dumb as sh*t for doing what your about to do but that's okay in your eyes.
"relax girls <3"
"tf? how we supposed to relax if you're gonna be showing your ass off on the internet?--"
"but seriously (Name), we're worried. what if there's a creep out there and their really--'
"chill you two, that's too wild, i know how to handle myself >:3"
˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼they DON'T... trust your judgement. but they'll keep an eye on you just in case since besties look out for each other forever <3
˖𓍢ִִ໋𓇼a month has passed and woah... being an 'artist' of sorts is quite the hardwork. your 'viewers' are demanding, but so are those cash donations that keep flooding in your comments section. so you keep on spreading those thighs of yours to them, alright? <3
˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸
'$100 from Jay_B1RD'
'$100 from DAM1_W'
'$100 from C.K3NT'
'$100 from W4llYW3sT'
'$100 from AR$3N4L'
'$10 from 1MPulS3'
'1MPulS3: sorry thats all i got-- 😭'
'In3rt1@: you're pathetic, Allen.'
'$100 from In3rt1@'
'$100 from BlUB33Tl3'
'BlUB33Tl3: aint no way we got bart's evil twin donating money on a porn site before gta6-- 💀💀'
'$100 from DA_BEAST'
'DA_BEAST: stfu jaime your one to talk 😭'
'$100 from DrizzyDrake'
'$1000 from GR4YS0N_68'
'GR4YS0N_68: Put on the bunny ears and smile for me sweetie <33'
you nod dazedly at the camera, and wore the floppy little bunny ears while finishing it off with a lopsided smile.
'$10000 from GR4YS0N_68'
'C.K3NT: enough about him ill give you 10000 dollars if you show me your tits 😈'
you rub the tips of your index and thumb together.
'C.K3NT: correction, 100000 dollars <3'
you smile to that, and your lacy top accidentally drops as if on cue.
at this point your comment section is struck with ridiculous amounts of unending money donations, while perverse comments continue to rile up and try to out do the other in terms of lewdity and vulgarity.
you sighed, simply content and happy with the everyday good pay... but then you gasp.
'TM_G!nn!S has entered the chat.'
'$1000 from TM_G!nn!S'
'TM_G!nn!S: sorry baby, but this is all i have for now. ill give you your $100000 dollars tom, kay?'
you heart reacted his comment.
'TM_G!nn!S: and to everyone here whose names are Jason, Tim, Damian, and Dick, dad wants you off the website.'
'DrizzyDrake: ...you did not just snitch on us--'
'TM_G!nn!S: i think i just did :3'
'Jay_B1RD: 💔'
'GR4YS0N_68: ...'
'DAM1_W: trip on a rock, mcginnis.'
'TM_G!nn!S: <3'
˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸
(i couldnt help but add terry since hes also a batboy and we need more batmen in the chaosss 😩)
(and also btw, should i also add klarion the witch boy? i think im liking him already after watching young justice 🫣..)
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jvdbxart · 7 months ago
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The most beautiful Lady of the castle 🖤🌹
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Returning to drawing Alci after taking a break for a little always feels so special. At this point, with all artworks considered, I've easily spent over 1000 hours on painting her. Ironically, I've still not created the one artwork that makes me feel like it does her enough justice - the ONE, y'know? It truly is one of the things that make me love and appreciate her even more; 3 years later she is still pushing me to become a better artist & the improvements I've made in my realism art style these past years were all kickstarted by her. There's a bit of her in everything I create now; it's the constant reminder that pouring effort, love & passion into the things we create and what we receive for it in return is worth it all & then some. Evolving in our artistic journey, creating art people enjoy so much it receives its own little space in their homes, finding new parts of self, a community of lovely people you get to share a home with, so much to be thankful for; I am infinitely grateful to have met some of the most wonderful people through her; Darlings I treasure so so deeply. Always always always pour your heart into the things you love & never stop creating - it's the very reason we were blessed with this absolute darling in the first place. It makes life so much more beautiful. That said, I hope you enjoy her ❤️ There will most definitely be many more paintings to follow still haha.
Prints of my artworks are available here! ✨
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draconic-desire · 8 months ago
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THE NAIVE DARLINGGGG
I can imagine darling crying into Sunday.. at first refusing going to home, expressing her insecurities. So when Sunday drags her back, she just pleads with Sunday. All darling wants to to serve at least some purpose to Sundays life. She begs Sunday to let her cook for him .. or in her sobbing fit shr muttered how even having Sundays baby would serve some usefullness.. Darling didnt want to seem like a burden to Sunday..
At the mention of babies, Sunday gets the idea of how sweet little children will tie darling to him forever
The baby will come out a lil skrunkly , in a cite way of course <3 a fat plump baby who looks like a dumpling with chicken wings attached to the back of its ear :"(
sunday would 1000% babytrap his darling at some point, you cannot convince me otherwise. but if YOU came to HIM about it? girl bye you’re done for
Yan!Sunday x Fem!Reader
warning: nsfw thoughts from sunday, mentions of pregnancy
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After Sunday leads you back home, it doesn’t take long for your thoughts to spiral again.
Walking through the halls of the spacious pavilion, eying the grandeur that is Sunday’s home, pondering his status as the head of the Family…you start to wonder what you bring to the table.
He claims he loves you, that you are unique and irreplaceable, but what does that really mean? You have no money, wealth, or fame, no notable skills that could contribute to the Oak Family lineage.
Well, except…
Your hand falls to your abdomen. It’s something Sunday has mentioned in passing, the need for an heir, the desire to expand his family, but you never thought he meant doing so with you. But perhaps…?
Your head shakes violently, and you turn to wipe away a stray tear. How foolish of you. Sunday doesn’t keep you around for that sort of thing. His hier will be delivered from a queen, befitting of the same status as him, and not some nobody like you.
Like always, Sunday is more attentive than you give him credit for.
He thinks it’s cute, how naive and oblivious you are sometimes. Except when he notices that this time, you are attempting to hide your crying behind the palm on your hand.
“(Y/n), my love, what troubles you?” He gently pulls your hand away from your face and instead turns you to face him.
Seeing him like this, his tender gaze trained on your form alone, suddenly makes you burst into tears.
“S-S-Sunday,” you sob, “please let me help! I’ll do anything!”
He blinks, confusion written across his features. “Help? With what? (Y/n), it’s been a long day, let me take you to bed—”
You clasp his hands in your own, looking up at him with (e/c) eyes brimming with tears. “Please, don’t throw me aside for someone else. I-I promise I’m not a burden. You need an heir, right? So please, let me carry that responsibility.”
He inhales sharply, his amethyst pupils dilating.
…Did he hear you correctly?
You want to have his child?
Sunday momentarily forgets how to breathe.
Oh, how he has fantasized about this very scenario; it has taken all of his willpower to hold back, to fool you into believing his charming, domestic mannerisms, when he truly wishes to claim every part of you, to brand himself upon every inch of your flesh. Lovely, beautiful, naive little you would never expect the dark desires hidden beneath the surface.
In reality, the thought of you begging for his seed permeates his waking and sleeping dreams. He’s lost track of the amount of nights spent with his hand around his cock, picturing your tight cunt wrapped around it instead.
Never would he have imagined you in this position willingly, practically on your knees for him, desperate for his cum, for his child growing in your belly. The idea arouses him more than you can ever know, and he has to shift to hide his growing erection.
Instead, he scoops you into his arms and nuzzles his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. Oh, how lovely you’re going to smell when you’re glowing and round with his heir! He imagines how adorable his Halovian child will be, and how he wishes to pin a pair of wings behind your ears as well—a matching set for father, mother, and child.
The wings are, of course, the very ones ripped from your own back—you’re just too entranced by Sunday to notice it was he who plucked them from you to begin with.
And now, Sunday is through with holding back. You’re going to be fully and irrevocably his, tied to him forever. Like a fly landing on a venus trap, your own actions seal your fate. You don’t have a moment to react before the jaws of the predator swallow you whole.
“How could I deny you, my angel?” he coos, pacing towards the bedroom as he begins to pry at the buttons of your top. “And what better time to begin than the present, hm?”
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yanderenightmare · 1 year ago
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would love to hear any thoughts you have of what you think sukuna was like with a darling 1000 years ago, in the past before he became a curse
Ryomen Sukuna
TW: noncon, death of reader, fluff to angst
fem reader
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Back when you were both little, Sukuna was just a village clown – a little rascal old farmers would shout at after he’d set their farm animals loose, skipping down the dirt roads with a sun-swallowing grin as they chased him away with their cane in the air.
He was the one with the unruly hair, bruised hands, and scuffed knees who’d steal bread from the baker and set the temple on fire. The one everyone knew to suspect but who managed to slip away somehow, always scot-free.
And you were his little cheerleader. Always hiding your giggle behind two hands, knowing it wasn’t ladylike of you to encourage him.
But he’d pull shenanigans just to make you smile. Often acting scary, playing in the shadows before popping out with a roar, scaring all the other children around the campfire, and getting scolded by the teachers. He’d pout when put in a timeout, running away and pulling you by the wrist to keep him company while the whole village searched for the two of you long into the night.
He'd found a spot for just the two of you. A cavern behind a veil of green, with a crack in the ceiling that allowed the moon to spill in, just bright enough to still let Spiderlillies bloom. He'd make a small fire, and you’d play shadow puppets on the rock. You’d make pine people and play the villagers while he’d put bird skulls on his fingers and act as the village monster.
Your father didn’t approve of him. Especially as the two of you got older with marriage arrangements fast approaching. Like always, it was unladylike of you to run around with the boy who never seemed to grow up.
You’d always loved the same person, but it wasn’t up to you. And soon you’d been promised to someone else.
Sometimes, you wished Sukuna was just a bit different – or, at the least, that he’d act somewhat differently. Maybe then he’d been good enough for you in the eyes of others. In your heart of hearts, you can't help but think that he’s a little selfish for never having tried for your sake, but when he surprises you in the night with those devious eyes and that childish smirk upon his lips, you can never will yourself to say no – let alone keep yourself from smiling and leaping into his arms.
Even on your wedding day, you wondered if he’d come – if only to say one last goodbye. You even selfishly wondered if he’d apologize and tell you he’d wished he’d tried harder, fought, and insisted on being a man who truly deserved you – that he regrets he isn’t the one taking your hand.
But you were a fool.
Maybe it was best he hadn’t, you thought after sitting awhile – a silent tear rolling down your cheek. In your wedding robes with your heart breaking. The maids gush and think it’s just wedding jitters, and you allow them that understanding even though your wedding is the furthest thing from your mind.
Your mother tells you that you’re beautiful, and it’s but a small salve to your aching – but enough to make the tears stop. She wishes you good luck and leaves you with the maids.
It’s only a short moment later that you hear screams. Blood-curdling, dying wails – worse than anything you’d heard in your life.
You follow quickly and find the ceremony in a bloodbath. So many lightless eyes stare blankly toward nothingness, their fine-dressed bodies piled on top of each other on the floor, blood-soaked and ripped limb from limb.
There’s only one thing left standing. Splattered in red blotches and black markings you don’t recognize. It breathes like a beast but stands atop the carnage as though the kills were all for sport.
But somehow… despite the second eyes, you knew that face.
“Sukuna…”
He turned, and you saw the other side of him, a deformed mockery of his once so pretty face. His eyes had gone red, glowing like a wolf in the wild – four of them, you counted now. They all blinked at the same time when looking at you.
You flinched, looking back at the slaughter of your village. Breath shivering. “What have you done?”
 “I’ve ensured no one's left to stand between us- no one to take you away from me- no one to tell me I’m not good enough-”
That isn’t his voice. Those aren’t his words. This isn’t the man you know – not the one you love. Sukuna isn’t a murderer. This was… this was a demon.
You ran. Slipping in your drapes as you pushed yourself forward, heart in your throat with lungs bursting your ribcage. You make it out into the moonlight before he has you pinned in the dewy midnight grass.
He growls something, but you can’t hear it. There’s too much blood rushing past your ears, hot and deafening, as you shake your head – eyes squeezed tight while you claw and kick at the thing that has you pinned.
“Get away- don’t touch me-”
Two of his arms grab your wrists and push them down flat by your head. The other two grab your face – not entirely softly, but much softer than what you’d expect from a monster. 
“Are you gonna tell me I’m not good enough for you too?” His words waft onto your face, warm with the breath that feels so familiar – a taste you’ve swallowed so many times before. 
But it just can’t be him, you deny. “I don’t know you- I don’t know who you are-”
It angers him. His hands strengthen their hold, and you wince as he leans in closer with a sneer. “Sure you do. I’m that village pest you waste your precious time on. The one you can’t be caught with during the day.”
You shake your head again with a cry. “You lie. Sukuna wouldn’t do this. He’s not cruel- he’d never hurt me-”
“You hurt me!” He argues with a roar, cutting you off sharply.
There's a heavy pause.
His lips ghost yours with teeth, making you whimper caught beneath him before he continues kissing you with his words. “Whispering you love me during the night, with your hands and legs wrapped around me like a brazen little whore, before you go and marry someone else in the same fortnight. Who’s the cruel one?”
“It wasn’t my choice-” You deny then, finally acknowledging it’s him but still not daring to open your eyes.
“Tch-” He scoffs callously, bitterly disappointed and judging you just as viciously. “Is that how you console yourself?”
The hands he’d held your face with slipped down your neck, stroking your skin with streaks of wet blood and hot tears, traveling down the dip of your attire with fingers curling around the fabric before tearing it off you.
“Maybe you can seek refuge in that now, as well.”
You killed yourself that same night after he’d had his way with you.
You’ve been dead a thousand years now.
Every year, on the day of your death, he plants a Spiderlilly by his shrine to honor you. Sometimes, he gets the urge to rip them all up, but he just ends up shouting instead.
He can barely remember your smell, your warmth, your face, the size of your hand in his. But still, not remembering the exact feel of you just makes missing you all the more painful.
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amirasainz · 8 months ago
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hi!! i really love your works and i always look forward to you contents. can you write about a quadrant content but it’s just lando and baby!sainz flirting with each other
So much fun to write. I hope it is how you guys imagined this. I can only advise you guys to watch the video. It is extremlx funny.
Enjoy reading and send some requests.
-XoXo
Spill your guts
It was another day of filming a new video of Quadrant. The team took it upon themselves to invite two special guest for their new video. One of them was the britisch Youtuber Filly, while the other one was Amira Sainz aka Landos love of his life (his words).
Lando sat in the middle of the table. On his closest right side sat Amira, Ethan and Aarav. On his left side sat Filly and Niran. In front of them was a variety of disgusting food, for example a 1000 year old egg (how does that work) or a fish smoothie. Lando would ask each person a question. If someone didn't want to answer, they would have to eat the food.
As usual, Amira and Lando were in their own little world the whole time. Lando even brought her a special designed LN4 hoodie. So while everyone started with a hard question, it was now Amiras turn. "Ok darling. Let's start easy. Do you like the new collection" questioned Lando softly. Amira nodded with a bright smile and Lando clapped for a short moment. The guys at the table were shocked. The have been warned before the video about the behaviour between those two. Seeing it was a whole different thing.
So the game continued on and on. While Niran across from her was nearly dying after eating the egg, Lando turned to her. He took her hand in his and looked her deeply in the eyes. "Now, this is a hard question, Baby. You'll probably want to answer it and not drink a fish smoothie ok?" Lando was always so careful with her. He didn't care if his friends were dying next to him. I mean, no-one would if the Amira Sainz sat next to them.
"You once mentioned that you like nearly everyone on set of Narcos. Who was the person you didn't like?" The question was met with a lot of "uhhh"-s from around the table. After a short moment, she answered: "I really can't tell. I don't want to offend anyone." When she reached for the glass, Filly tried to console her: "Amira, you're probably one of the bravest girl out there." Before she could drink it Lando yelled a loud "Wait!", scaring everyone in a 5 mile radius.
"Baby, I can't let you drink that. However, because you didn't answer, you will have to drink lemon water" "Nooooo, please no lemon water" Amira said sadly. Lando just nodded sadly, tears already gathering in his eyes. The boys just stared incredulously at the pair. "How is lemon water worst than a freaking fish smoothie" asked Aarav, looking directly into the camera.
After she drank the water, Lando hugged her tightly. "You did so good, my pretty girl. I know it was really sour, but you make my life sweeter." So for the whole video, Lando would only give Amira things like cuttet onion, a hard noodle or vanilla ice-creme. The ice-creme was probably the worst thing for her, because she is a huge chocolate fan. And after every answer she gave, he would either hold her hand or kiss her forehand. Lando was everything but secretive.
After Filly came back from his quick toilet visit Amira asked him: "Is the sauce really so bad?" "Love, you have no idea. I saw my dead grandfather in front of me". This prompted a round of laughter from around the table. "I kind of want to try it" she said. Before anyone could stop her, she downed the whole glass.
"Oh my god", "What the fuck" and "Baby, are you mad" were the reactions she was met with. Everyone stared at her. However, Amira just liked her lips and said "This shit is really good"
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harperb2813 · 4 months ago
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Guys can I just say thank you so much for 1000 likes on my news post! I gently didn’t think it would blow up this much and so here’s a little gift for you all.
Your boyfriend’s sister.
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(I don’t condone cheating at all but idk I just thought abt this. And I took these pics when I played TLOU! )
You were dating Ellie's brother. You never really wanted to, since you never really liked him.In reality, you always loved Ellie; in your heart, you felt that Ellie loved you too.Tonight, your 'boyfriend' invited you over to sleepover. You accepted, only because you knew that Ellie's parents wouldn't allow you to sleep with her brother; and you knew you'd be 'forced' to sleep in Ellie's room.
"So, do you wanna sleep on the floor mattress or my bed…?"Ellie asked, sounding a bit nervous..
“Whatever you're comfortable with” you say shrugging your shoulders. Ellie thought to herself for a moment; contemplating whether or not she should allow you to be in her bed.Eventually she sighed and made up her mind.
"You can share my bed, I don't mind.." She blushes a little.
“Alright” You blush as well. Ellie smiled at you; though her smile faded after she noticed that you were blushing.
"You alright? Your cheeks are all red." She chuckled.
“Oh uh yeah”
"Are you sure?" Ellie said with a slight smirk; she had started to notice how often you blushed around her.
“Yeah...” you’d say, your face getting hotter. She puts her hand next to your head and leans closer to you, her body now hovering over yours; she smirked as she examined your blushing face.
"You know... you look kinda cute when you're flustered~"
“Yeah” you look into her emerald eyes, entranced by them. Ellie smirked at you, her heart beating a bit quicker.
"You're always so red around me…” Ellie mumbled, her hand still gently gripping your chin. "Why is that?"
“I’m not sure… but we both know I don't give a fuck about your brother.” You smirk
"Yeah, I know..."Ellie gently lowered herself so her body was gently resting on top of yours. She had a smug smile on her face; enjoying how she made you squirm.
“Yeah, and we both know your the more attractive sibling...” You smile noticing either blush starting to appear on her face
Ellie chuckled, her hand moving from your chin to the side of your face. "You think l'm more attractive than my brother?" She stuttered, her face only a couple inches away from yours.
“Oh way more. Have you seen him?” You chuckle. Ellie laughed, clearly amused.
“Yeah, I think he's ugly as hell." She moved her head closer to your ear, making sure that your brother couldn't hear her next statement.
"But you're so pretty." Ellie whispered.
“Oh yeah?” You smirk. “How pretty?”
“Words can’t describe it darling…” Ellie moved her head back a bit, so that she was looking into your eyes again.
“If you hadn't been dating my brother, I would've asked you out a long time ago..." She confessed with a smirk, her hand now gently caressing your cheek.
“Well… you should've. I would've said yes” you say.
Ellie chuckled, her smirk widening into a smile. "Oh, you would have?"Ellie moved her body, so that her hips were now pushed up against yours.
"Good to know." She whispered, her hand moving from your cheek down to your waist.
“the only reason I dated him was to get closer to you dummy...” you say, seductively smiling
Ellie's smile widened into a smile as she heard that; her hand grabbed your waist, gently pulling you closer to her so that you were now pressed up against her.
“How sneaky~" She said with a smirk, her fingers gently beginning to caress your body.
“God why don't you kiss me...” You pout.
"Why don't I?" Ellie repeated, pretending to be clueless for a moment. "Maybe it's because my brother is in the other room." she said jokingly, the smirk not leaving her face.
“So?” You smile and laugh.
“If I kiss you now, he'll get pissed." Ellie replied, her hand still gently caressing your body. "Besides... I was having fun just teasing you~"
“Oh god you’re such a sap. Just shut up.” You pull her into a kiss. Ellie's eyes widened from the unexpected kiss; though she quickly settled into it, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you closer to her. She hummed against your lips; enjoying every second of the kiss. You continue kissing, hands on each others faces. Ellie's tongue gently licked your bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss. Her body pressed up against yours as she pulled you even closer to her.
“Mmph” You moan against her lips. Ellie's smirk widened against your lips at the sound of your moan. One of her hands slowly started to slide up under your shirt. Her hand gently gliding up your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“fuck...” you moan softly.Ellie chuckled against your lips again, enjoying the effect she had on you. Her hand continued to slowly wander up your body, eventually reaching the edge of your bra. She pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak in a whisper.
“You sound so pretty when you moan~"
“Shut up” you smirk and drop down, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down Ellie's eyes widened ever so slightly as she felt your hands unbuttoning her pants.
“Is someone being impatient?" She teased.
“oh I'm sorry do you not want this?” You stop removing her pants.
"No, no, you can continue~" She said, her voice a bit breathless. "I just didn't think you'd be so eager”
“That's what I thought.” You said and continue.
Ellie closed her eyes as she felt your hands continue to unbutton her pants. A small hum leaving her throat.
“You're always so impatient... so needy~" she muttered, her hands still gripping tightly onto your waist.
“God You’re so needy” you pull down her underwear and begin to eat her out.
Ellie's breath hitched as she felt your mouth between her legs. Her back arched slightly as she let out a soft moan.
"M-shit." she muttered, one hand gripping the bed sheets and the other gripping the pillow next to her. Her breathing became quick and shallow; her moans getting louder than the one's before. Her body shuddering every once in a while
“That feel good Els...?” You say and rub her thigh. Ellie tried to speak, but it came out as a jumble of moans and gasps. She tried again, taking a deep shaky breath.
“P-please." she let out, her free hand reaching down to your hair.
“Shhh that’s it…” you keep rubbing her thigh.Ellie's breaths and moans grew louder and louder, her body arching up from the bed. She gripped your hair tighter, desperately trying to pull you even closer to her.
“F-fuck.." she let out, her hips bucking against your mouth, her grip on the pillow and sheets becoming even tighter.
“I-I’m..” she began, her breathing becoming shallower
“I’m close..” she gasped out, her voice strained from holding back. She was unable to get any more words out as her breaths were cut off by her gasps; her body growing tense as she got closer and closer to her climax. Her body shuddering and twitching.
“Please baby… your doing so fucking good” She panted out, her free hand leaving the pillow and going to rest on your shoulder.
“I-I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum…” her breath beginning to hitch. Her cum chills up your mouth and you lick it all up, hungrily like a starved woman.
“Ellie… you taste so good…” You moan. Ellie’s breathing was quick and labored, the hand in your hair loosening its grip.
“You’re too g-good at that..” She chuckled, her face flushed red as she looked down at you.
She pulls you up and kisses you more. She pushes you into the bed. “Now it’s your turn…” she smirks. She pinned you down on the bed, a smirk on her face. Ellie sat on top of your hips, looking down at you with that same smirk. You blush and kiss her deeply. Ellie chuckled against your lips, returning the kiss passionately. Her hands wandered up your body and began to unbutton your pants.
Ellie continued the kiss as she began to pull down your pants, her hands wandering up your legs once they were off.
“No underwear?” She muttered with a smirk, pulling away from the kiss to look down at you.
“What did you expect…?” You say seductivelyEllie chuckled, her smirk widening as she moved back down to your lips.
“Oh, I was hoping for something like this~” she muttered in between kisses, her hand wandering up the inside of your thigh causing you to moan. Ellie chuckled as she heard your moan. She began to kiss down your jaw to your neck, her hand still wandering up and down your thigh.
“You moan so pretty for me, you know that?” Ellie whispered into your ear. Ellie leaned back and grabbed her strap out of her bedside drawer.
“You ready for this?” She said with a smirk. you nod. Ellie chuckled and began to put on the strap-on. “I’m gonna make you feel good, alright?” She said as she got back on top of you.Ellie positioned herself between your legs, looking down at you with a smirk.
"Mmhm" You nod. Ellie leaned down towards your ear, her breath hot against your skin.
“Good.”Ellie then gently started to push into you, her hand resting on your hip as she slowly moved forward. She looked down at you, watching your expression as she continued to push in deeper causing you to moan.
“You okay..?” she asks.
"Yes… I- I've never done this before…" You say. Ellie froze for a moment, slightly surprised by your confession. She looked down at you with a worried expression. “This is your first time?”
"well with another girl…" You chuckle nervously. Ellie’s worry slightly faded as she understood what you meant.
“Oh, okay..” she said with a slight sigh of relief. “Good..” Ellie moved a hand up to your face, gently caressing your cheek. “I’m gonna take it slow, okay?” You nod. Ellie began moving a bit again, being gentle and slow with her movements.
“Just tell me if it hurts, okay?” She whispered, continuing to caress your cheek with her hand. She watched as you breathed deeply, waiting for you to respond. “Baby, talk to me..” Ellie muttered, slowly picking speed.
"This is good Els…" You moan. Ellie’s smile widened as she heard you say that. “Good..” she said with a slight chuckle. “You’re doing so good..” Ellie began to pick up the pace a bit more, her breathing getting a bit harder and faster. Her hand continued to caress your cheek, her other firmly resting on your hip. “You look so pretty like this..” Ellie muttered. Her thrusts becoming harder and quicker.
"Els..." You moan. Ellie’s smile was wide now as she looked down at you. “Yes, baby..?” She asked, slightly out of breath.“You want more?” Ellie smirked and continued to pick up the pace,“
"God you're take me so well..” Ellie says, her hand shifting from your cheek to your hair. She kept eye contact with you, watching as your expression changed. Ellie chuckled as she heard your moans, the hand in your hair gripping a bit tighter. “You sound so pretty..” she said with a smirk. “You like it, huh? yeah you like that? Just like a slut, taking it from me and my brother.” You moan in response
“Yeah?” Ellie said, her smirk growing wider. “You like being my little slut?“ She said, her hips smacking against your ass. Her hand gives your hair a small tug. “Yeah, you do. You like doing whatever I tell you. Don’t you?”
"Y-yes Els-" You moan. Ellie chuckled again, the smirk on her face still growing wider. “Good girl.” She said, tugging on your hair once again. “You’re so good for me, doing everything I say. You like being a good girl for me, don’t you?”
"uh huh"
“I thought so.” Ellie said, her smirk growing into a smile. “You’re so tight for me, baby. Taking me so well.” She began to pick up the pace again, gripping your hair harder as she did causing you to moan.
"Yeah you like that slut? Want me to fuck you even harder?" She starts to hump you with her dick, faster and faster, her breaths becoming more rapid as her pleasure builds. "That's it baby, cum for me."
Ellie looked down at you with a smile. “You still with me, baby?” she muttered, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"mmhm!" you moan.
"God- fuck, who are you such a slut for, hm?” ellie asks, spanking your ass causing you to yelp even louder than you already were
"You!" You moan.
“That’s right baby… you’re my good little slut," she thrusts into you, holding you onto the bed. “Only I get to see you like this..” she muttered, her breathing getting louder and more labored. “Only I get to hear those pretty moans and gasps..”
"Only you can make those moans…" You say back.
"Fucking take it." She thrusts harder, forcing her dick deeper into you. She is stretching you and fucking your brains out.
"Ellie I'm so c-close..." You warn.
"me too baby. gonna take you from my brother. gonna fill you up so good you'll be drunk on this" She began to thrust harder, her breath becoming more staggered. Your orgasm hits you, your eyes rolling back as she fucks you through it. Your juices spilling out and onto her sheets.
"jesus els..." you say as she lays next to you. "you are so much fucking better than your brother."
"this was a great sleepover" she teases, kissing your neck and curling next to you.
Again thank you guys again for the likes! I'm still working on the story. but i will say i really like working on it. Dm me with any requests! Thank you again!!!!
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unconventional-lawnchair · 10 days ago
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Cat and Mouse
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Dark!Dad!Barty Crouch Jr. x Mom!Reader
Wc: ~4k
Summary: The reader can never truly get away Barty, no matter how hard she tries. He'll always find his family.
CW: Dark!Possessive!Barty, AFAB!Reader, reader has a young daughter, themes of control and manipulation, being stalked, break in, a brief moment where the reader thinks her daughter is in danger
AN: Heavily inspired by this fic, 1000% recommend
Your daughter's giggles were always your favorite sound, especially so early in the morning. You could swear by it, it was better than any alarm clock.
Today was no exception. As you crawled out of your bed and got to your feet. You couldn't help but smile, wrapping yourself up in your silk robe and slipping on your slippers, following after the lovely sound to your daughters room. You put your hand on the doorknob and leaned down to bring your ear closer, smiling brighter as you heard her giggles persist.
“Is that funny?” You heard a deep voice coo. Your heart dropped into your stomach.
Suddenly, the bright sun of the morning chasing away all the dangers of the night felt like a fool’s tale. The shining walls and work you'd done to get here meant nothing. The summer heat that chased away the night chill did nothing to warm you as the feelings of dread overtook you.
You opened the door, trying to school your expression. Your eyes locked on your daughter who turned and smiled wide at you. “Momma! Momma, Daddy's home!”
She always looked so happy. Whenever he would come back, whenever he would find you, your daughter would look at you with those big delighted eyes. The same ones she shared with the man in front of her. You couldn't help but notice a bit of a breeze crawl up your back, not from the stare of the monster before you, but as you turned to discover, your hall window was open..
You don't know what was more terrifying, the fact he was able to get past your wards or the fact he was able to do it without waking you.
“Yeah, princess. Daddy's home.” Barty gushed to his little girl, finally getting you to turn and face him. His eyes were already locked on yours. His eyes said it all, he was challenging you, to say anything, to deny him, to push him over the edge. You had grown familiar with Barty’s looks.
In Hogwarts, he would use them to keep your quiet, remind you not to let people see you get too close to him, to keep you obedient and complacent in the web he meticulously crafted just for you. The web he still had you trapped in all these years later- you struggled, that's all you could do.
Because what could a muggleborn witch like you do to protect yourself from falling in love with a Crouch? To fall victim to his endless worship of you, just to turn around and scorn your blood in front of the people he craved to impress. It was for your protection, he guaranteed, that Voldemort would make an exception of you. That he knew your soul was destined for him and he would make it clear to everyone else that it was true.
“Darling, I'm just going to speak to mommy for a moment, alright?”
Your daughter pouted, holding up her tea cup and he laughed, waving his wand to show her the same thing you assumed he must have been showing her to make her giggle. His bloody magic. The magic you begged him not to expose her to. It wasn't safe, not for you. Certainly not for your daughter, a stain on his family tree.
When he finished he gave her a kiss to her temple, and ruffled her hair. Standing up and walking across the room to you. Quickly, you turned and grabbed your wand from your pocket. Muttering a quick spell on the window as you passed, on your way to the kitchen.
It was the same routine, everytime he found you. Fix whatever damages had been caused, close the blinds, he would dismiss your daughter so you two could talk. You knew Barty could never bring himself to hurt you, in no world would he let any harm come to you or his little girl, but that didn't mean you didn't fear his anger.
You learned what testing his limits could mean. When the war began and you found out you were pregnant, Barty was ecstatic. He bought a home in the Hogwarts highlands, he used you as his get away. He would fight in a war against who you were and come home to dote on you like you were some god. It worked, at first, you were so blinded by love you didn't stop to think about what he was doing.
It was the friends you had closed out that brought you back to reality. Sirius showed up when he knew Barty would be gone, begging you to see reason. He promised you he and Remus would be there when you came to your senses. It took a few days but eventually you packed a bag. When Barty came home you begged him to leave with you, to either join your friend's side of the war or leave it completely with you.
But Barty, he had a way about him. A way that made you foggy minded and willing to forget yourself for hours. When you woke up in his bed, alone again the next morning, you knew it was time.
You'd spent months on end trying to keep away from him. But no matter where you went, he always found you.
Your daughter's giggles echoed in your mind as you moved through the motions, trying to calm down. The warmth of the morning now felt suffocating, as if the very air had turned against you. Barty’s presence had that effect- stealing the light, replacing it with a cold dread that settled deep in your bones.
In the kitchen, you set your wand down on the counter, your hand shaking slightly. You didn’t bother with tea or the pretense of normalcy. There was no use in trying to act like this was just another visit. He always saw through that.
The sound of his footsteps was deliberate, slow and measured as he entered the kitchen behind you. You didn’t need to turn to know he was watching you, that smug sense of control radiating from him like a dark cloud.
“You’re getting better at hiding,” Barty said casually, leaning against the doorframe as if he belonged there, as if he hadn’t just broken into your home and stolen another morning of peace. “I almost didn’t find you this time.”
You tightened your grip on the counter but didn’t respond. Any words you said now would only fan the flames.
“Still,” He continued, his voice calm but with an edge that made your skin crawl, “you should know better by now. There’s no point in running. Not from me.”
“What do you want, Crouch?” You snapped, your voice sharp but low, desperate to keep your daughter blissfully unaware in her room. Your jaw tightened as your heart raced, every muscle in your body screaming at you to act, to escape, but you knew better.
“Ouch,” Barty murmured, the word drawn out like a mockery of your tone. He gave a low, familiar chuckle that made your skin crawl. “No ‘hello’? No ‘it’s good to see you’? Have I fallen so far in your affections, my love?”
Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you in a smooth stride. Your body stiffened as his hand slid over your arm, slow and deliberate, the other curling around your waist. Even as you resisted, he pulled you firmly back into his chest.
You felt his breath against your neck, warm and slow, the press of his nose grazing your skin as he inhaled deeply. “Still wearing that perfume I like,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate, as though you were lovers reunited instead of prey cornered by a predator.
“Let go of me,” You hissed, your voice trembling despite your best efforts to keep it steady.
He didn’t. Instead, he hummed softly, almost contentedly, as if he had all the time in the world. “You know,” He began, his voice silkier now, “I always miss this when you’re gone. The way you fit so perfectly here-” his hand pressed against your waist, possessive, “-like you were made for me.”
You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch his cold, calculating eyes. “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?” You shot back, forcing as much venom into your words as you could muster. “That this is love? That what you’ve done to me- to us- is anything but a twisted game now?”
Barty’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your waist just enough to remind you of his strength. The smile on his lips faded, replaced by something darker, something far more dangerous.
“Careful,” He warned, his voice dropping to a whisper, a quiet menace laced in his tone. “You’re upset. I’ll forgive it this time, but don’t mistake my patience for weakness. I’ve come too far, sacrificed too much, to lose you now.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing yourself to stay still. Reacting would only make things worse. He thrived on control, on watching you squirm under the weight of his presence. You couldn’t give him that satisfaction- not now.
“What do you want?” You asked again, your voice calmer this time, though the ice in your tone was unmistakable.
He tilted his head, a flash of amusement returning to his features. “You. Her. Us. Isn’t that obvious by now?”
“There is no us, Barty,” You said through clenched teeth, daring to step out of his grasp. This time, he let you, though his gaze never left you, sharp and predatory.
“You keep saying that,” He mused, leaning casually against the counter as if he belonged there. Watching as you stayed a foot or so away. As if he was unsatisfied with the distance, he reached forward and pulled you back to him.. “And yet, here we are. You, me, and our perfect little girl.” His smile returned, sinister and self-assured. “I hate fighting with you. You know what?” He mumbled, pressing lazy kisses up from your neck to your cheek. With all your fight you couldn't bring yourself to attempt to push him away again.
Because despite everything, he was still the man you loved more then life sometimes. The only person you'd ever care more for now- was the very person tying you to him.
It was the same game every time. Barty would find you, tearing through the fragile walls of peace you’d built, leaving only fragments of the life you’d tried to carve out without him. He’d remind you of who he was- not just with his suffocating eyes or possessive touches, but with the way he’d command your space, your air, your very existence. He loved you the way a bonfire devours kindling, bright and all-consuming, but he swore you were the creatures he warmed by his flames.
In truth, Barty was a forest fire. Unrelenting, destructive, impossible to escape. He touched every tree but left none standing. He created a cage of danger, an inescapable labyrinth of fear and passion that kept you tethered to him. And you- trapped between wanting to run and wanting to stay- played right into his hands every time.
The moment you found a new place to call home, he would be there, clawing his way back into your life as if he had every right to. He’d paw at you like a man starved, eyes ravenous, hands desperate to feel every inch of you again. He’d spoil your daughter rotten, making her laugh and smile in ways that made you both grateful and bitter all at once. And then, when he’d gotten what he wanted, he’d leave.
Every time. He’d leave.
To fight a war against the very thing he swore to love.
And yet, it wasn’t the war that broke you. It was the time in between- the stolen mornings, the whispered promises, the moments where you allowed yourself to believe he could change.
Because between the fights, between the harsh hands and the soft touches, you would melt. You would dissolve into the girl you once were, blinded by the love you still harbored for the boy he used to be. The boy who worshipped you with a ferocity that made you feel invincible. The boy who told you he would destroy anyone who dared to harm you, even as he slowly became the very thing you feared.
And somehow, in the fleeting moments of quiet, you still loved him.
The realization burned like a curse, hotter and sharper than any spell. Because even now, as you stood in the kitchen with his shadow still lingering in on the counter you clung to- as he continued to trial his lazy kisses across your skin, your heart betrayed you. It clung to the memory of his laugh, his touch, the way he’d hold you like you were his whole world.
Your heart ached with a contradiction you couldn’t reconcile, the tangled knot of love and fear twisting tighter with every lazy kiss Barty trailed along your neck. His lips were soft, familiar, stirring a warmth you hated yourself for feeling. Even as your mind screamed at you to pull away, to fight, to remind him that he had no place here, your body betrayed you, frozen under the weight of his presence.
He whispered something, too low for you to hear, his breath brushing against your ear. It didn’t matter what he said; the words were always the same. Sweet nothings designed to make you forget the darkness he carried, the danger he brought into your life.
Your hands gripped the counter tighter, your knuckles white as you tried to ground yourself. But his voice, his touch, the intoxicating familiarity of him- it was suffocating.
“I miss this,” Barty murmured, his tone deceptively gentle as his hand slid from your waist to rest against your hip. “I miss you.”
You closed your eyes, willing the tears threatening to spill to stay where they were. He didn’t deserve them. Not anymore.
“You don’t get to say that,” You whispered, your voice trembling despite your efforts to keep it steady. “You don’t get to miss me, Barty. Not after everything you’ve done.”
He paused for a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin. “Everything I’ve done,” he repeated slowly, as if the words themselves amused him. “Everything I’ve done has been for you. For us. For that perfect little girl you gave me- thank you.” He breathed, low and condescending, even as you felt his lips curl into that familiar sweet smile. “Thank you for her.”
“Fuck you.” You hissed, tears finally slipping past your eyes. “You don't get to thank me. How dare you-”
"Momma? Daddy?"
The small voice cut through the tension like a spell, making both of you freeze. Your daughter stood in the doorway, clutching her stuffed owl, her eyes wide with curiosity and a touch of worry.
Barty turned first, his entire demeanor softening in an instant. The dangerous glint in his eyes disappeared, replaced by warmth and affection so convincing it made your stomach churn.
"Hey, princess," he cooed, crouching to her level. "What are you doing out here? Didn't I tell you to keep practicing your tea party skills?"
Ophelia tilted her head, looking between the two of you. "You were shouting," she said simply, her tiny voice laced with innocence. "Are you and Mommy mad?"
Your throat tightened, and you struggled to find the words, but Barty was faster.
"Of course not, darling," he said, his tone dripping with sweetness as he reached out to her. She took his hand without hesitation, allowing him to pull her closer. "Mommy and I were just talking about grown-up things. Boring, silly stuff, nothing to worry about."
You wanted to scream. To contradict him.
You hated it. How well he treated her, how much of a father he could be. You knew it had to be some form of healing for him, wanting to give his daughter the father he never had. But it didn’t make it any easier for you to watch. It didn’t make it easier to stomach how easily he could shift from the storm that haunted your nights to the warm, doting father who seemed so perfect in her eyes.
"Mommy?" Ophelia’s voice pulled you back to the present, her wide, curious eyes locked on yours. She had Barty’s eyes, that same piercing gaze that could see straight through you. It was both beautiful and heart breaking, knowing what those eyes had seen before they became hers.
You forced yourself to smile, though it felt as fragile as glass- quickly brushing away your tears in hopes she didn't see them. "No, sweetheart," You cooed, your voice soft but tight. "Mommy and Daddy aren’t mad. Daddy’s just being… silly, as usual."
She giggled, the sound like bells in the tense air. Barty gave her a conspiratorial wink, as if the two of them shared some secret that didn’t include you. It made your skin crawl but your heart throb all the same. This wasn't fair.
"See, angel? Everythings alright.” Barty scooped her up effortlessly, holding her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. His expression softened further, the love in his eyes so genuine it made your heart ache. “Mommy just worries too much sometimes,” He teased with a gentle laugh, brushing a stray curl out of Ophelia’s face. “But you don’t need to worry, do you? Daddy’s here to take care of everything.”
Ophelia rested her head against his shoulder, her small fingers clutching his collar. “Promise?” She asked softly, her innocent trust making your chest tighten.
“I promise,” He replied, his voice warm and soothing. His eyes flicked back to you, the unspoken challenge still lingering beneath his tenderness. “Daddy always keeps his promises, doesn’t he?”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you swallowed the lump in your throat and turned away, busying yourself with the kettle on the counter. Anything to avoid the sight of them together, to ignore the knot of guilt and helplessness that twisted tighter in your chest with every word.
“Daddy,” Ophelia murmured, her voice muffled as she nuzzled into his neck. “Will you stay this time?”
Your breath hitched, your fingers trembling as you gripped the edge of the counter. You dared to glance over your shoulder, catching the way Barty’s expression softened further. For a fleeting moment, there was no malice in his eyes- only love, raw and unfiltered.
“For as long as I can, my little star,” He said softly, pressing a kiss to her hair.
She beamed at him, her giggles filling the room again as he twirled her around, the tension momentarily forgotten. But as you watched, the weight of reality settled heavily on your shoulders. This was the game he always played- pulling you in, wrapping you in the warmth of a family you desperately wanted to protect, only to remind you of how fragile it all was.
“Ophelia,” You called, your voice gentle and thick. “Are you hungry, baby?”
Ophelia perked up at the sound of your voice, turning her head just enough to look at you over Barty’s shoulder. “Yes, Mommy!” She chirped, her stuffed owl clutched tightly in one hand. “Can we have pancakes? The ones with the happy faces?”
You forced a smile, nodding as you stepped toward the pantry. “Of course, sweetheart. Go wash your hands first, okay? And don’t forget to set up your tea party things for later.”
She wriggled out of Barty’s arms with the unbridled energy only a child could have, her little feet padding across the floor as she darted out of the kitchen. Her laughter echoed down the hall, leaving a momentary warmth in its wake that quickly dissipated as you felt Barty’s gaze settle on you again.
You didn’t look at him. Instead, you busied yourself with gathering the ingredients for pancakes, focusing on the mundane task like it was the only thing tethering you to reality.
“She’s growing up so fast,” Barty murmured, his tone soft but pointed. “Every time I see her, she’s more like you. Stubborn, sharp, and so full of life.”
You bristled at his words but didn’t respond, your hands steady as you set a mixing bowl on the counter.
“But she has my eyes,” He continued, stepping closer, his voice lowering to that dangerous, familiar drawl. “Doesn’t she?”
You slammed the whisk down a little harder than intended, finally turning to face him. “What do you want, Barty?” you demanded a final time, your voice low and sharp. “You’ve played the loving father card. You’ve made your presence known. What’s next? What do you think this is going to accomplish?”
He tilted his head, studying you with that infuriating smirk that never quite reached his eyes. “Accomplish?” he echoed, as though the very word amused him. “Oh, love, this isn’t about accomplishing anything. This is about being where I belong. With my family.”
“This isn’t your family,” You shot back, the venom in your voice unmistakable. “You don’t get to waltz in and pretend you belong here, not after everything you’ve done.”
His expression darkened, the playful edge to his smirk hardening into something colder. Then, slowly, he smiled. That same boyish charming smile you always thought to be true. He stepped behind you, running his palms down your arms with a low sigh. “I really do hate fighting you, star.”
His hands slid down your arms, his touch deceptively gentle, but his grip firm enough to remind you of the power he held. You froze as Barty leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.
"I hate it," he murmured, his voice soft, yet laced with something darker. "I hate how stubborn you are, how you make me work so hard to remind you of what we have."
You gritted your teeth, refusing to look at him, to meet those piercing eyes that could always see straight through you. “What we had,” you corrected coldly, though your voice trembled.
He chuckled, a low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “You can say that as much as you want,” he said, his fingers trailing down your sides to your waist, holding you in place. “But we both know it’s not true. We still have it. You feel it every time I’m near, don’t you? Just like I do.”
“Let go of me,” you whispered, your voice breaking under the weight of his presence. You hated how weak you sounded, how easily he unraveled you.
But Barty didn’t let go. Instead, he turned you to face him, his hands settling on your hips as his stormy eyes bore into yours. "You’ve given me the best gift, love,” he said, his tone softening as his gaze flicked toward the hallway where Ophelia had disappeared. “Her. You. You’re my everything. Both of you. And you know that.”
Your throat tightened, tears threatening to spill as his words pierced through your defenses. “You don’t get to say that,” you choked out. “You don’t get to act like you’re some devoted father when you’re-” Your voice cracked, and you bit down hard on your lip, desperate to hold yourself together. “You’re the reason I had to run. The reason she’s in danger.”
“In danger?” Barty repeated, his voice sharp now, his hands tightening on your hips. “You think I’d ever let anything happen to either of you? Do you really believe I’d let anyone touch my family?”
“You’ve already put us in danger,” you shot back, your anger flaring despite the tears threatening to fall. “Your choices, your loyalty to him- you’ve made us targets, Barty. Don’t pretend you haven’t.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer. “Everything I’ve done has been for you,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “For us. I took that mark to protect you. I fought for a place in his world so he wouldn’t touch you or her. Do you know what I’ve sacrificed to keep you safe?”
“You don’t get to use that as an excuse,” you hissed, tears streaming freely now. “You don’t get to justify everything you’ve done by pretending it was for me. You made your choices, Barty. You chose him over me. Over us.”
His hands moved to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears even as his grip felt possessive, inescapable. “I chose you,” he insisted, his voice trembling with a rare vulnerability. “Every single time, I chose you. And I’d do it again, star. I’d do anything for you.”
“Then let me go,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Let me live my life. Let me protect her.”
“I can’t do that,” He said, shaking his head as his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re mine. Both of you. And I won’t let you take her- or yourself- away from me again.”
The weight of his words settled heavily in the space between you, suffocating and undeniable. You hated how your heart ached at the raw desperation in his voice, how a part of you wanted to believe him, to give in like you always did.
“You always do this,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “You make me forget how much I hate you.”
He smiled faintly, his lips brushing against your temple in a touch so tender it made your chest ache. “That’s because you don’t hate me, love. You never have. And you never will.”
You wanted to scream, to push him away, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch as your tears soaked into his shirt. “This isn’t fair,” you choked out, your voice muffled against him.
“No,” he agreed, his arms wrapping around you as if to shield you from the very chaos he’d brought into your life. “But I’ll make it right, star. I’ll prove to you that this is where you’re meant to be. Where we’re meant to be.”
And as much as you wanted to fight, as much as you wanted to push him away and reclaim the life you’d fought so hard to build, a part of you- the part that had always belonged to him- knew he was right.
Because no matter how far you ran, no matter how hard you fought, Barty Crouch Jr. would always find his way back to you.
And you would always let him in.
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jweekgoji · 1 month ago
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Will you write for some Yandere!Orion Pax x reader? 👉👈
Yandere!Orion Pax/Reader [TFO/hcs]
tw: yandere themes, gn!cybertronian!reader, very brief mention of murder/death, mostly soft!yandere!Orion, overprotective, dependent behavior. word count: ~1000. a/n: i love making headcanons.
Orion is an obsessive, clingy and overprotective yandere that's for sure.
Orion is focused on you 24/7 in his mind, every time he's going out with someone else, he will constantly think of you. He's not having a fixation on you, like D-16 would with his darling, more like a thoughtful «I wonder if they will like it if I give it to them» or «if I COULD transform, I would be carrying them around everywhere!». His thoughts are mostly innocent, even though they often lead him to cause even more trouble. He will seek out a thousand risky stunts to do just to impress you, and he doesn't really care if Darkwing will beat him up because of it.
It is no secret that Orion is clingy. I already described it in other posts, and I will ramble about it again, but that silly guy does NOT know how to keep his servos to himself. Yandere Orion just can't comprehend the fact that you may not like it. You can find it weird, rude or just not tactile, and if he finds out, that's a pure torture. At first, he might find it funny and not take it seriously, you're probably in that «edgy, no nonsense and independent» phase some bots have, so he finds it his own personal goal to warm you up to him.
If you're somehow still adamant about it, I can see him trying to restrain himself from just squishing you against his frame the second he sees you in the same room with him. Cogless tiny Orion will be a sweetheart, so he always finds a way to satisfy his own needs without crossing the line. One day it's a simple touch on your shoulder, then he will try to hold your servo if lucky, and maaaaybe even give you a tiny peck on the cheek as soon as you look away from him. Touch is his love language!
Yandere cogged Orion/Optimus is a huge sweetheart but when he's tired and emotionally drained, the only thing he wants is to wrap his arms around you and hold you close to himself. Stay like that and don't say a word, it's not like you have a chance to escape.
Orion doesn't look like a person who thinks about his own safety. You will watch him running around Iacon from another trouble he got himself into, and he will even drag D-16 with him. Even though in his mind, it's for a better cause, If you're really close and dear to him, he also wants you to be the part of this adventure because he desires the better future for everyone and for both of you specifically. Together.
As Orion, still young, idealistic and naive bot, I never see him taking away your freedom. If you wish to tag along with him on the race, even though it's the most dangerous thing ever, especially with both of you not having any t-cogs...he will gladly accept it! As yandere Orion always cares about your well-being, but it's never the boring «I will lock you up just so you will always be safe» type of overprotectiveness. He neglects his own well-being to the point where he will gladly lose an arm or a leg if it means protecting you, and he doesn't care that he might die because of it.
You should constantly remind him to check Ratchet at least for once, but he will jokingly dismiss it since he's more concerned about that tiny dent on your frame. How did you get it? Do you need him helping you to polish? Orion already drags you to medic, meanwhile he is standing there holding broken metal pieces of his own body and like “that's just a scratch!”.
We all saw how Orion got protective over Elita once she was fired by Darkwing. His first thoughts are "yeah, I will NOT let that slide" even though he is two times smaller than their supervisor. Orion is a fighter for justice, for his darling he's a true gentleman, or...tries to be at least.
He's not that type of yandere who will murder someone if they hurt you, because his own beliefs are strong and unclouded. Yes, in the heat of battle, when it's either your life or the life of the enemy, he will never hesitate to end them, but even then he feels guilty about it (especially if we talk about young Orion/Optimus). If he actually ends up hurting someone, he will be devastated, and might as well take a long time to process it all.
How did it happen? How could he let this happen? He fights for freedom, for everyone, no matter if they're enemy or not, they all deserve at least a one chance for redemption. There will be a time when Orion blames himself for it, it corrupts his spark slowly, to the point where he thinks of himself as unworthy of you.
As much as Orion is an inspiring, he's self-conscious. The more not-so-happy events you go through together, the more he becomes dependent on you. You're a part of Orion's life, he can't shine brightly without his little satellite.
Yandere!Orion would constantly need you by his side. It doesn't matter where he is going, as long as he is with you. During his lowest moments, he wants you to reassure him and give him that comfort that will keep him at bay. He didn't mean to hurt anyone, but that worry and spark of rage blinded him, leaving his own servos dirty in the stranger's energon.
Young Orion is one of the softest yanderes to deal with. He still has to learn a lot about his own place in this world, his motivation, and his strength. Everything felt so easy when you were just two cogless bots, but the more time passes, the harder it is to deal with more complex feelings. Jealousy, disappointment, and regret. At the end of the day, you're the only person to keep him sane and not to collapse from the responsibilities on his shoulders. The problem is, it is too hard to get rid of that dependence.
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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months ago
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Gale x Tav
words: 3089
rating: E
pairing: Gale x Tav
summary: apparently the only way to get Gale to show some restraint in bed, is to physically restrain him.
tags: heterosexual sex, bondage, overstimulation, hand jobs, oral sex (male receiving), cowgirl, creampie, Gale being his usually overly self sacrificing self to the point of maddening [someone come take care of this boy]
Ao3 - 1000 Night Series
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Gale had told Tav before that his favorite time of night was its darkest hour. When the night stretched on until one might think dawn would never come. A bit of poetry to set the mood, but he had been telling the truth. At the time anyway.
Now, his favorite time of night was when he was in bed with her. Curled up. Ready for sleep. Or on many occasions, like now, curled up together and ready for anything but sleep.
“Gale…” His name falls from her lips and the man in question shivered. The sound was sweeter than any song.
His hand moved from cupping the side of Tav’s face as they kissed. Down to her nude hip to pull her close. They were already naked. Already bare for one another. Ready and open to explore. “Gale…”
He heard his name again, but was too focused on kissing her chin now. Prepared to moved to Tav’s neck and lavish it with kisses the way she liked, while his hand moved to-“Gale!”
The wizard stopped completely and pulled away from his love. That was not a shout of his name he was expecting, nor hoping for. “What is it, my love? Have I done something wrong?”
“No, no. You’re perfect. As usual.” Gale felt a swell of pride in his chest. He did genuinely pride himself on being an excellent lover. His list of conquests may not be long, but they were certainly well satisfied. "It’s just….I want to take care of you tonight."
Gale smiled. A soft, affectionate, longing smile at her beautiful face. Amazed, even now, that someone so wonderful would care so much for him. It would be heresy not to appreciate it. "Don't worry about it darling. Letting me take care of you is taking care of me."
"That's not the same."
"It is to me." Gale told her. "Nothing gives me greater pleasure than watching you receive pleasure from me. To watch you fall apart for me. To know that I am the cause of your desire."
His hand combed through Tav's hair, stopping at her ear to rub the tip of it. He smirked as he watched her almost give in but reset her resolve. Gods, was there anything she did that wasn't sexy to him.
"I appreciate that. But have you not considered that I might feel that way too?"
"Well...." No. He genuinely hadn't. Gale was so used to servicing his lovers. His dalliances at school. Especially Mystra. It never occurred to him that they might want to do the same for him. "What do you want to do?"
"Can you lay here, still, and not touch while I take care of you?"
"Oooh....I don't think I can do that." He doesn't want to deny her, but he wants to be honest. Gale loved touching her. Anywhere. Everywhere. Being a wizard of caliber, he loved to explore, and his hands were his greatest tool. "I think it might be a challenge I lack the fortitude for."
"What if I helped?"
Gale arched a brow. "Helped how?"
Tav touched his bare chest. Hand splayed over his heart and where his now dormant orb blight rested. "Do you trust me?"
With his life. But, at this particular moment? "....yes...?"
The hand on his chest lifted and her fingers snapped near his face. There was a sudden flash of movement. Too fast for Gale to catch fully, or comprehend, as he was forcibly pulled down to the bed by his arms and legs. When his brain caught up to everything, he realized he was spread eagle against the sheets. "Too much?"
The wizard looked up at the ropes around his wrists and twitched his ankles to feel the ones there too. With Tav in the way he couldn't see them, but they were certainly there. "It's...certainly interesting...."
Gale felt his face go hot. He had never done this before. Before Tav the most adventurous thing Gale did during sex was make love with the lights on. Not including the noncorporeal things he did with Mystra. It was an odd contrast, he thought. One lover wanting him to be completely unbound, while the other wanting him to be literally bound. Gale couldn't decide which one he liked more. But he wasn’t against this.
"If you don't like it, just let me know and I can get you out of it."
"I will. Although if I wanted out of this I can always just...." Gale trailed off. As he was trying to remember their flourish and replicate the trick, he realized his magic was waning. He couldn't think of a reason why. Then he caught the barest scent of florals. "Oh ho ho....clever girl...." Sussar flower oil. His bonds were covered in it. He hadn’t noticed before since the processing required to make the oil waned the effects of the flower but did not eliminate it. And given that he had the dexterity of a drunken badger when it came to anything other than magic, he was well and truly stuck.
"Just tell me if you don't like it, ok?"
The bed shifted as Tav moved over him. Her legs straddling his waist. Stomach just pressing against his as she hoovered over him. Her lips just inches away from his as he locked eyes with his gorgeous lover's face. He could kiss her. If he only tilted his head up a little, but he didn't dare.
"Do you still trust me?"
"Yes." He doesn't hesitate this time.
He realizes that he's utterly helpless now. Between the sussar flower essence and the binds, Gale couldn't get up if he tried. But he doesn't want to try. Being helpless, at her mercy, to let her do whatever she wanted with him makes him almost lightheaded with lust. Because Tav has told him what she wants to do with him: 'take care of him'. All he has to do, all he can do now, is lay back and take it.
Tav smiled at him and gave him the kiss he had been desperate for. It was soft, slow, gentle. Gale gets the first bite of his binds in his wrists when he tries to wrap his arms around Tav. Unable to make it even the first few seconds without trying to touch her. Gale groaned. The tenderness of their kiss and firm hold of his ropes is a thrilling duality. One that goes straight to his cock.
While still kissing him in that slow, lazy fashion, Tav’s hand slithered between them to wrap around his erection. Gale gasped against their kiss. His mouth opening wider to let Tav’s tongue explore deeper into his mouth. Gods they had only just started, and he was already a goner.
Her delicate hand, slim & small compared to the power they wielded, stroked his cock in a slow manner similar to their kiss. The movement was not pristine as it was trapped between their bodies, but still had more than the desired effect as he firmed up quickly.
When Tav pulled away from him, Gale followed. Daring to lift his head this time. Bewitched by his love to follow after them. For more. But he can’t get to her. There is a myth, one that he can only half recall with what little of his intellectual mind was left, of a man tormented by the Gods to be just out of reach of sustenance for eternity. Gale pitied that man, now more than ever. Though it was not food or drink that would sustain him. It was Tav. And if he just reached a little further, he could be sated again.
It was hopeless though as she was much further out of reach than his neck or bonds would allow, rolling off him to his side. Gale groaned in frustration as he lost what little persistent touch he was allowed. He craned his neck as far as it would go to the side. Getting only the barest touch of lips against her jaw for his efforts. His tongue darting out much like a lizard to taste her skin. To get something.
When his attentions weren’t acknowledged Gale turned his gaze to where Tav was looking and whimpered pathetically at the sight of his cock being laced in her perfect hand. “Gods….” His head tipped back for a moment. Eyes shut. His world a spark of sensation now that he couldn’t see and couldn’t move. His arms pull at the binds. Not to break free but just to tense, and he moaned at the reminder that he couldn’t do anything but lay there and feel.
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes!” Gale’s vast vocabulary had been decimated to just simple words. “So good…”
“Good. You’re always so good to me. I want to be good to you too.”
“You are.” His eyes open to look at Tav with such devotion. Gale has looked upon actual gods, yet none of them compared to her in this moment. Her hand gently squeezed the tip of him and Gale moaned before looking down himself at her hand. Transfixed in watching his member slide in & out of her grasp. Precum already starting to dribble out with each pull to make it easier. “So good…”
“I love you Gale.” Tav leaned down to kiss his temple and Gale couldn’t help himself but snap over and try to catch her lips. He succeeds. And with the way he moaned you might as well have thought he came right there. He kissed her desperately. Hungry. Just a mess of clashing teeth and tongue, because he doesn’t know how long he’ll have before she takes it away again.
It's not long enough, as she slips free from his possessive lip-lock with her own panting. Gale actually gets his shoulders off the bed to chase after her this time. He might have even growled. But he couldn’t reach her and flopped back against the bed in defeat, with a very deep frown between his brows.
He hated this.
He loved this.
He couldn’t decide what he was feeling, but then Tav’s lips were on his chest and that was all that mattered again. Not feelings, just feeling.
Gale was able to sneak one more needy kiss into her hair as she moved down. His beard nuzzling over the fine hairs of her crown. The scent of her soap. He didn’t think he could get any harder yet just the smell of her made him throb.
Tav’s lips peppered over his body along with her fingers. Fingertips dancing over the hairs on his chest. Kissing over the ridges of his abdomen. A long swipe of their tongue just under his navel sends Gale keening, and the binds rattled again his he tensed up. Then, finally, they were at the end of the bed. And him.
Gale was panting. Legitimately panting as he watched her carefully tuck her hair behind an ear with one hand and hold his cock in the other. Licked her lips. Then descend to swallow his member in one go. “Nine…Hells….!” Gale thrashed against his binds in a tormented pleasure fervor. He was actually quite grateful for them at the moment, because the likelihood of him kneeing Tav in the face with the sudden way she took him in was quite good. Not something high on the romance scale for their evening.
After the initial shock, Gale forced himself to relax. Tav hadn’t moved yet. Perhaps too nervous that he might buck up on her again and choke her, so his cock was just resting in her warm mouth and down her throat. He moaned at the feeling. Letting the warmth leech from his member, to the base, then rest of his body. Turning him into putty literally under Tav’s hand.
She started to move after that. Pulling back with a slow suckle of her mouth against his member to the tip, then back down. “…Tav…” He called out. Like a whispered prayer. To his goddess. His angel. Gale moaned through gritted back teeth as her tongue laved against the underside of his cock. The wet muscle flexing against it tantalizingly. His mouth snapped open in a sharp gasp when he felt her hand against his balls. Massaging them. The tip of her index finger pressing against the space between their and his back side that made him see stars. “Tav!”
His beloved came off his cock with a wet, seductive pop, though her hands never stop. Her lips red and puffy. Eyes darkened with desire for him. Gale would applaud his restraint in not cumming right then & there at the image, if he could actually get his hands to clap. “Where do you want to finish Gale?”
“Inside you.” His answer was embarrassingly quick. Or, it would be, if he still had the mental capacity to be embarrassed.
Tav smiled softly at Gale, and he had to remember to breathe. “Yes. That’s a given.” It might not be if she kept looking at him like that and dripping those sweet words made of honey. Very soon, it would be a moot point. “I mean do you want to finish in my mouth or…”
Gale watched as Tav’s hand slipped between her legs. His voice cracked with a whimper as he tried to answer, but his mouth was impossibly dry. The kind of dryness that could only be cured by Tav’s sweet essence on his tongue. He was half tempted to tell her to get up here and let him taste her, but this wasn’t about him, in a sense, tonight. “Inside you. Inside your beautiful body. Inside your….“cunt?” Gale nodded enthusiastically at Tav’s adlib.
Tav smiled again, then lifted her hips high to hover over him. His hands gripped at the ropes in a white-knuckle hold as it seemed to take forever for her to line them up. Soon enough she was lowering herself on his cock. The first press of its tip slipping into her wet folds sent his head back in a loud moan he didn’t know he had in him. He thought he might cry as inch after inch slid deeper inside her. Until Tav’s pelvis rested against his hips.
Gale was honestly dazed with pleasure at this point. It felt so good. Her walls gripping him like a delicate vice. Looking up at her beautiful body. Her nipples pebbled in the air. Her perfect lips just slightly ajar as she panted in desire back at him. “Are you ok?”
“Please.”
He honestly didn’t know what he was asking for. What he was saying. But Tav, his clever Tav, seemed to understand and began to roll her hips on top of him. He moaned again. Eyes screwed tight. His grip on the binds went white again as she rode him. Her hands on his chest to stay steady. The wet sound of her coming up & down with her ass slapping.
“Tav…Tav….I’m close….”
“Not yet.” Gale whined and pulled at his binds. “Not yet.”
He knew Tav was close. They have been together enough times, and he’s given her enough pleasure, that he knows when she’s about to cum. The subtle hitches in her breath. The slight tremble in her thighs. She was too close. So, he could wait for her a few moments longer. Rewarding himself on his restraint and gallantry by forcing his eyes open to watch Tav buck against his cock in ecstasy. Her own head tilted back. Her eyes closed. He bucked his own hips up to meet her. Delighted that, even though this was about her giving him pleasure, she was still getting pleasure from him.
They tumbled over the abyss shortly after that. His beloved shaking while his cock twitched inside her. Tav fell over him and kissed Gale fully on the lips. Her hips still moving as they kneaded him through his orgasm. When he was done, she pulled back and the two of them were panting. Breathless from their efforts and desperate for air as neither one seemed to want to let the other one go.
Tav lifted her hips one last time and Gale slipped out of her. Limp and exhausted as well, his cock just laid there by his leg. Wet with their juices. Overly sensitive from all the stimulation like its host.
His beloved lazily lifted her hand off his chest and made two quick snaps again. The bonds on Gale’s wrists & ankles are released. Laying on the bed about as limp as everyone else. An odd sort of numb feeling coursing through them as full circulation returned.
The wizard immediately wrapped his arms around her. Letting out a deep sigh at finally having her in his arms fully. “Did you like it?”
“Like it?” Gale asked back. His voice hoarse from all the moaning he did. What a ridiculous question. “Like is not the word I would use. More like overjoyed. Elated. Spontaneous combustion of ecstasy.”
Tav chuckled. Then turned her head up to give him a loving smile, then a peck on the lips. “I’m glad. See? It is better to give than receive.”
“I don’t know about all that.” Gale countered. “Better means well…better. This was….fantastic. You’re fantastic. But I still stand by my stance earlier this evening that nothing gives me greater pleasure than seeing you get pleasure from me.”
“Not even all this?”
Gale smiled softly at his beloved. Her earnest desire to want his needs taken care of, or perhaps just to win the argument, was so adorable he couldn’t help himself but tilt her chin up for another kiss. “Let’s just call it a tie then, shall we? I’m honestly too tired to argue.”
Tav sighed. She detested ties. But she seemed tired enough not to argue as well and curled up into Gale to get some sleep. “Just promise me that you’ll let me take care of you more often when we’re in bed from now on. I don’t want to have to tie you up again.”
“Yes, well…I mean…I will certainly try to remember. But if you feel that I’m being too selfish again then, by all means. No need to reinvent the wheel if we have a method that works.”
His beloved turned her head up to give him a cheeky look and grin. One he returned. She turned her head back to his chest and closed her eyes. “I can teach you the flourish, if you want.”
“Oh, you are a considerate and impossibly generous lover, my sweet.”
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