#slowly melting into nothing. please don't wake me up

[crevviii33]

Nighty Mallverse Real???

I keep reblogging stuff onto this tumblr- fr spazzing tf out.

ANYWAY!!!

I drew my Nighty in the Mallverse. Dunno what his nickname should be, he's butterfly based.

Already rambled a lot about him in servers- sorta pooped out. I really really gotta make an top post 4 all my shit. Aaaaaaa

Buddy is Victorian goth and spooky :3

Womp womp, Him and his sister. (Lol, short)

[a-ikuoliver]

it's all in your head, i'm inside your head and you're never gonna get me out

pairing: hitoshi shinso x f!reader w/c: 2.1k warning/s: DUBCON/NONCON, brainwashing, female!reader, prohero!mindjack, just a lot of staring lmao, please lmk if i missed anything notes: based on this thirst inspo/acknowledgements: MY LOVER @definitelynotsaint FOR ALL UR HELP I WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT YOU MARRY ME PLEASE <3 + earworm by cottontail

crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

"you seriously think you could beat him?!"

"you act like he's huge, kami, i have more chance with brainwashing than electrification. if i stay quiet, what's he going to do?"

"have you ever fought the guy?"

the argument had been going on for about… twenty minutes now, most of your other friends already filtering out of your place, but you'd trapped the blond, and subsequently shinso with your argument over the hypothetical: would you rather fight kaminari or shinso?

this was by far the most passionate you'd been so far, answering earlier versions of the question effortlessly: would you rather wear kirishima or mina's costume to a wedding (mina's), have an uncontrollable quirk with raw power or a perfected, slightly below average quirk (master of one). the moment sero proposed the final question, your eyes landed on his, your eyes glowing with smugness when they met his bored amethyst iris's, a spark of interest when you parted your lips to argue your point.

shinso remained reserved throughout your argument with the blond, studying a chip in the deep purple paint on his thumb idly, breathing slowly, evenly, apathetically despite his ears burning any time you'd say his name (his heart rate spiking every time, even with each word out of your mouth being a teasing jab of his lack of sheer power in comparison to you).

"why don't you test it sometime?" his voice is gravelly, nearly cracking after sitting in silence for so long, quietly nursing the last few mouthfuls of his drink while he peered at you; the animated way you spoke, the sparkle in your eyes every time you'd tease him, the curve of your neck when you'd toss your head back at something someone said. swallowing the final drops of the amber liquor, your attention is drawn back to him, proud smirk and all.

"what? you don't think i could fight you?"

shinso quirks an eyebrow at you, an uncontrollable, self-assured grin lazily gracing his lips, "i don't think you could keep quiet."

your mouth drops open to defend yourself, your glare growing more and more fiery as you spin to face him. he could prove it right now, brainwash you the moment the first syllable leaves your mouth, command you to remain completely still while he binds you, leave you wrapped neatly in the binding cloth to wake up in, leave you stuck while he revels in his victory. he could do it right now, annul your challenge before it could become anything, before your ego could swell even bigger.

"is that a challenge, mind jack?"

no, it's no fun to melt your wings before they're built, not until you're halfway in the air, dangling precariously over the raging sea, completely ignorant to the dangers below, complete trust in your makeshift wings.

offering you his hand, he ignores the apprehension in kaminari's golden eyes, "you wanna make it official?"

patience is a virtue, something hitoshi has to remind himself of frequently; patience, hitoshi echoing in his mind when you patrol by his side, promising to protect him from any villains, pulling him behind you if even a mouse came across your path. patience, hitoshi when you mock kaminari for fearing the muscular mans brainwashing, asking if he feared the boogeyman, too. PATIENCE, HITOSHI, it's like a mantra when you smirk up at him, your unspoken promise of beating him hanging in the air between you before you'd even part your lips to greet him.

a virtue, a true miracle he was blessed with such patience.

so, he waits, biding his time until the perfect moment, the absolute perfect time. it was spring now, weeks after your proposal, the scent of pear blossoms beginning to float through the sky. along with the sweet scent in the air, humidity made it grow thicker and thicker, as his patience grew thinner and thinner with every step closer to you.

"hitoshi!" you answer cheerfully, like you normally do, a bright smile on your curved lips, unfaltering even as your friend stares at you with burning eyes, costume awry and his dark hair mussed, pushed back from his forehead, "you look like shit."

the tension inside his body was ready to snap, a rubber band stretched far beyond what he could handle; hearing one too many jabs from you, (today, a text of your merch, a little plush of yourself that you offered, free of charge, to protect him on patrols when his brainwashing fails).

"you should see the other guy."

"oh, i'm sure you really showed him."

"you going to invite me in or just insult me?"

"aren't you going to make me? or not ready to accept the truth? i know it's hard."

he snorts, relaxing against the door frame, deciding today was the perfect day to claim his victory. to pop your ballooned ego.

"let me in," his voice is smooth, your eyes drawn to his lips at his low timbre, lips parting slightly. you feign stepping aside, dropping your head into an overly dramatic bow, only meeting his eyes again after a long moment, the smug sparkle still shining brightly in your pupils.

"huh, sorry, i don't think it worked," you stand straight once more, fixating on your limbs as if searching for a reason why his quirk hadn't worked, stretching each finger as if just to confirm your autonomy, to confirm his lack of reach, even into the weakest parts of yourself.

your wax wings spread wide, curling over shoulder blades, strapped around biceps, wrists and fingers, nothing but clear blue skies ahead of you, bright eyes zeroing in on the searing sun. you've forgotten all about the deep sea below, no concern for the waves crashing over the jagged rocks at the cliffs edge, of the current dragging helpless creatures further into the depths. what did you have to worry about the peril below when you could take to the sky? you wings will carry you far from the danger lurking in the murkiness.

"let me in."

like a baby bird, struggling to leave its nest for the first time, your wings fail you, cracking, burning, melting, sending you careening carelessly into the frigid depths below.

unlike your act, you can't feign when his voice, his quirk seeps beneath your skin, settling in your veins, in each wrinkle and valley of your brain, invading your nerves. your eyes go blank, inky pupils dilating minutely. no more burning hubris reflecting back at him, there's only the endless darkness he can watch himself in, the heat in his own eyes. the hunger. you obey (of course you do), your hand falling limply from the door frame as you finally step aside, welcoming him inside.

"aw, where'd all that talk go?" he grins, tilting his head condescendingly, arrogance oozing from him in waves as you stare at him, defenceless in his clutches, his hold the only thing keeping you from slipping into the depths, further from the sky you greedily sought. you're silent (of course you are, hitoshi hasn't commanded you to speak), a ditsy, dumb, blank look on your face as he steps over the threshold onto the genkan.

"close the door." you do, your arm falling back to your side as soon as the latch clicked.

"kneel." you do, heavy limbs bending and bowing until you were seated at his feet.

"take my boots off." you do, you make quick work of the hefty boots, shimmying them down his calves and over his ankles, his half-lidded stare trained on you, admiring your casual shorts riding higher and higher on your plush thigh when you leaned forward to place his boots at the edge of the step up into your home, the pair sat neatly, side by side.

"you're so good, so obedient," his voice is low, his tone would have you addicted, itching to hear his faux praise again and again if you could remember it. leering down at you, hitoshi is certain you'd snarl at him if you could, bear your fangs, bite and threaten him. rather, you're pacified staring up at him, doe-eyed like this he can imagine how you'd keen instead, how you'd lean into his touch when he pats your head, how your eyes would blur when he calls you pretty, dizzy and dumb nuzzling into his hand.

it was cute, laughable, he has to admit, studying your vacant stare with deep amethyst eyes, the way you really thought you could overpower his quirk, that you could win against him.

"such a good girl, aren't you? yeah?" shinso's thick gloves tangle your hair in tiny knots at the top of your head every time he pets you like a well-loved house dog, "how about you get me a drink, too?"

god, he wants to record you, to rub your nose in how well you behaved for him, blindly following every instruction and he didn't need to spend a single yen on training clickers or treats. shinso mulls over the decision for a second, just long enough for your chest to rise once more, your eyelids to drop in a blink; the expression on your lips when he would show you how pathetic you look is nothing in comparison to you rebuilding your wax wings every time you break out of his brainwashing, not remembering a thing; your attitude and teasing returning again and again, week after week when he knows exactly how pretty you look when your mind was a blank slate for him to carve any thought into.

by the time he's mulled over the decision, you've led him further into your home, back towards your the kitchen where the bet was born, where you began building the wings that would betray you.

opening the cupboard that housed the glasses, the tips of your fingers just bump the vessel with a light tink when his pink lips part to command you once more, "stop."

you pause, waiting oh so pretty for your next instruction.

"i could tell you to do anything right now, you know that?"

you stand like a marble statue, only blinking when your eyes burn.

"i could tell you to bark like a dog, and you would," you're silent, eyes staring forward even as he disrupts the air around you, tracing a gloved finger over the bare skin of the back of your thigh, just to watch the goosebumps unconsciously form in his wake, just to do it without your burning glare. "tell you to sit pretty, to shake, to roll over. would you like that, baby?"

shinso runs his bare pointer finger up your spine, tracing the nape of your neck until he buries his hand in your hair, tugging your head back and forth to nod along with him, "i knew it, you're just a pathetic, obedient little thing."

again, he manoeuvres your head to nod (he knows he can command it, but sometimes he likes getting his hands dirty).

"bend over," hitoshi tugs his gloves off, placing the pair carefully beside you on the counter, admiring the arch of your back as your tits squash against the stony counter. you were a fucking sight, something he'd never forget until the day he died; the image of you bent, dumb, drooling burnt into his retinas.

obsidian eyes follow every rise and fall of your chest, roaming over the expanse of your body, every sliver of bare skin catching his attention, taking his time to admire while you can't argue with his perversions. wide hands are drawn to your ass like a moth to the flame, the curve of your plush skin hardly covered by the fabric, even more so when he kneads the fat of your ass, squeezing and spreading anywhere he can reach.

"should i take these off? hm?" he toys with the waistband of your shorts, as if waiting for you to reach around and shove him away from you, to call him every name under the sun, to threaten his life if he even moves an inch closer, lays one more finger on your skin.

you don't.

"yeah, i bet you'd like that." shinso chuckles to himself, hooking his fingers under the elastic and tugging them easily down your hips, leaving them to pool around your ankles, left only in your shirt and the cutest cotton panties, marred by an ever-growing dark patch at the centre of your cunt.

"filthy little thing," his smile widens, a predatory stare locking onto the wet patch, tracing the shape of your pussy over your panties just to watch it widen, "you're so fucking perverted, huh? bet you've been waiting for me to try something like this."

his cock is aching in the tight constriction of his suit, he's acutely aware of how uncomfortable it would be to go home with cum staining his boxers, but he can't find it in himself to care, not when that would mean taking his eyes off of your clothed, drooling cunt.

"you wanna know something?" he hears the gentle buzz of a streetlamp igniting outside your window, hears your gentle breaths, you don't answer.

"i can't brainwash you into getting wet, baby, this is all you."

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[homestylehughes]

wet dream

pairing(s): Luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: Luke wakes yn up during her wet dream, leaving her all embarrassed, but happens when Luke makes her dreams a reality?

warning(s): 18+ mdni. extreme dirty talk, oral fem!receiving, nipple play, slight edging. use of pet names, foul language.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: hi guys...long time no see. do you guys hate me?? be honest..LOL. kicking off my return to tumblr, with no other than some smut. now.. this has to be the dirtiest smut I've written yet, so i'm a little scared for this one. I'm also a little nervous that I'm rusty because I haven't written in a while. so hopefully it's good LOL. this song is based off of wet dream by wet Leg, I would highly recommend listening to it when reading. I've never written anything like this before so this was new for me but I love it, and you guys do too. okay this is getting long.. because you know I LOVE to yap. anyways. I hope you all are doing well, I promise I'm back and that I'll be putting more things out very very soon. much love always <3

I wasn't sure how I ended up on Luke's lap on the side of a back road in the middle of nowhere. But i don't think i have a bone in my body that cares, because the way lukes mouth feels on my neck is enough to make me lose all of my senses. 

“Luke shit” I moan out as my hips rut against his, as his lips trail up my neck. 

“luke..we should probably start to head home” i say, not wanting this to get out of hand in the car

“Why baby, I thought you were enjoying this?” He asks, his eyes locking with mine as he begins to pull at my shirt, exposing my chest. 

“Because we’re in the middle of nowhere, what if someone catches us?” 

“Baby, we’re in the middle of nowhere, no one is going to catch us.” he replies, as his hands work their way under my shirt, pulling it slowly up my body, and before I know it he's tossing my shirt behind him in the car. 

“Luke..” i say hesitantly

“What, I'm not doing anything..” he says with a small smirk, moving his hands to hold my waist as he looks up at me.

“Your making this hard for me” i say, trying to resist his touch, knowing im doing a terrible job so far 

“Then let me make it easy for you” he replies before pressing your lips together 

I can't help but kiss him back, my hands instantly moving to his brown curly locks, pulling myself closer to him. Feeling his hands slide up my back to my bra, his fingers sliding under unfastening it, pulling it away from my body. Luke's hands finding my breasts instantly, his fingers running along my already hardening nipples. He leans his head back against the headrest, licking his lips as he trains his eyes to my breasts. 

my body moves on its own accord as i push my chest into his hands, needing and wanting anything he's willing to give me. 

“Luke” i softly whine out

“Shh..baby. Im taking this all in.” he says cutting off your plead for more 

“It's nothing you haven't seen before” i retract 

“But everytime i see them, it's like the very first time over again.” he says before pressing soft kisses to the top of my breasts. 

“Baby you should see yourself right now..fuck.” he almost moans out before finally connecting his hot mouth to your nipple. 

“Oh god” I moaned, my body melting against his, my hips moving against his again. The feeling of his mouth on my nipple, his other hand needing and pulling at my other breast, as we both move together as one. I feel him everywhere, I need him everywhere. I'm almost sure that I can cum from just this, feeling my wetness pool through my jeans. 

“Luke..” i say breathlessly 

“What baby?” he asks, his mouth pulling away from my breast, a string of his saliva following his path. His pupils are blown with lust, his cheeks slightly pink, his lips swollen, and plump, as he looks up at me. Fuck, hes a sight for sore eyes. 

“I need you to fuck me..Please” i tell him, no long caring if we’re in the middle of no where, or let alone that you’re in a car. The only thing I can think about is how much I need him. Wanting to show him how much I need him I urgently press our lips to his, putting all of my want into the kiss, hoping he gets the hint. Luke picks it up instantly, his hands pulling at my hips rocking them harder against his.

I slide my hands under his shirt, raking my nails over his toned stomach, luke moaning at the sensation of my hands against him. pushing his shirt higher higher, luke pulls away for a second pulling the shirt from his body tossing it behind him before reconnecting his lips to mine. 

The kiss is hot, and nasty, teeth clashing, as our tongues fight for dominance, my hands tangling in Luke's hair, pulling him more into me, if that even possible at this point. I can feel his hands on the waistband of my jeans, his fingers working to undo the button, pushing their way into my jeans as he begins to push them down my hips. 

“Fuck look at you baby..looking all fucked out on my lap. This turns you on huh? Knowing we could get caught at any moment. Such a slut aren't you?” he says to me, his fingers dancing along the top of my underwear. I can only whine in response, my brain is too clouded with want and lust. I just push his hand close to my core. Just as he's pushing his hands past my underwear. But suddenly, it's like it all just stops. 

“yn..yn..yn?” I hear someone say from beside me, my body shooting directly up, as I push my hair out of my face. My chest rises quickly as I try to blink the sleep out of my eyes. 

“Baby are you okay?” I hear Luke ask from beside me, turning to him to see confusion and worry written all over his face, as I stare at him like a deer in headlights. 

“Yeah I'm okay, I'm sorry” I say, licking my lips, to try and gather myself. 

“Are you sure? You were moving around and making noises, almost sounding like you were in pain.” 

I was making noises? Oh my god, I can feel my face becoming hot as I bury my head in my hands, I can't help but laugh in embarrassment. 

“What??? Am I missing something here?” luke asks me frantically

“Luke..” i start pulling my head from my hands 

“Yn..” he follows 

“Promise to not judge me?” i ask 

“Yes, always” 

“I had a wet dream??” i say softly 

“A wet dream?” luke asks

“Yes, luke a wet dream, I'm really embarrassed and I would like to go to bed.” I say looking at the blanket in front of me, too ashamed to look at him. 

“That's nothing to be embarrassed of baby, people have wet dreams all the time, its normal.” he says, trying to make me feel better

“I know luke..but still im embarrassed.” 

“Was it a good dream?” he asks 

“It was a really good dream..” I sigh, wishing it was real. Wishing Luke didn't wake me before it got to the good part. 

“What was it about?” he asks 

“Luke..” 

“I think i have the right to know” he says, i can hear the small smirk in his voice without even looking at him.

“I can't tell you..” i hesitate once again

“Yes. you can. And you will” he says before pulling the blanket that covers my body back, before i know it, his hands are wrapping around my thighs, pulling me into his lap. Just like my dream. 

“Now you can't run, so get to talking. It must've been a good wet dream to wake me up at 3:45 in the morning” 

A wave of guilt runs through my body, feeling bad that I woke him up all because of a dream, but it's not like I knew I was thrashing and moaning in my sleep. 

“Okay” i sigh to him 

“We were in the middle of nowhere in your car and somehow you seduced me and I ended up in your lap and my clothes were off and it was getting to the good part and then you woke me up.” i say quickly, my eyes locked on his chest

“Oh..” luke says 

Oh??? That's all he has to say, you’ve got to be kidding me. 

“See i knew i shouldn't have told you” i say slightly upset but his lack of response

“Woah calm down. I'm processing this. My girlfriend just told me that she had a wet dream about us fucking in a car.” 

“we didnt fuck. You ruined that part of the dream, when you woke me up” i look up, pouting in his face 

“Well i'm sorry i was concerned you were getting eaten by a bear or something” he says with a smile, his response causing me to giggle. 

“Fine whatever” i say with a small smile on my lips 

“Where did we leave off in this dream baby?” he asks, moving his hands to my hips, his mood change taking me by surprise. 

“You-you had your hands in my underwear” I tell him. 

Following my instructions, Luke moves his hands to my underwear, toying with the band on the side before sinking his fingers completely inside, causing me to react instantly, moaning as his fingers slide their way into my wet core. 

“Fuck me..already so wet for me” he groans out 

“Luke..shit” I moan, dropping my head to his neck, as his fingers move against my clit, suddenly the room feels on fire, and once again I feel him everywhere, I need him everywhere. 

“Please don't stop.” I say to him, moaning in his ear as he slips a finger inside my pussy. 

“Always take my fingers so good” he grunts, his lips moving against my neck, sucking and kissing any exposed bit of skin he can. 

My hips move against his fingers, trying to chase any bit of a high that I can get. 

“Gonna put another finger in baby, can you handle that?” 

“Fuck yes please, i need it..” I whine to him, my jaw goes slack as he pushes not one but two more fingers into my dripping pussy, the only sounds that are reaching my ears are the sounds of luke's fingers moving in out of me, my wetness pooling down my thighs. And the sound of luke and I’s  soft moans and pants. 

“Kiss me please” I beg, moving my face to his, our lips meeting in the middle. Our lips begin moving together at a fierce speed, unable to get enough of each other. 

“Right there luke, fuck” i moan pulling back from his lips, as his fingers curl perfectly inside of me, hitting all of the spots that i need him too. 

“Feel good baby?” he asks, looking down at me with hooded eyes

“Yes, oh my god yes” i moan, my eyes locked on his 

“Move your hand down there and play with your clit, while i fuck with you with my fingers” luke says to me, almost demanding. Quickly moving my much smaller fingers, to my pussy, circling them on my clit. moans and whines begin to fall almost instantly from my lips as complete pleasure takes over my body. 

“Yeah thats it baby, take what you need from me” luke moans from below me, watching me fuck myself harder against his fingers

“Im gonna cum luke, don't stop please” i beg. 

“Keep your eyes on me while you cum, I'll stop. Got it?” he tells me

“Yes.” i frantically nod back in response 

One more thrust of Luke's fingers, one more circle of my fingers against my clit, and I'm coming undone before I know it. My fingers dropping from my clit, moving both of my hands to luke shoulders to keep myself up right as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm. My eyes fight to stay open as my body thrashes and shakes against his. 

“Fuck” i say with the little voice that i have left, my eyes still locked on luke’s. 

Feeling empty as he pulls his fingers from my pussy, moving his hand in front of his face, seeing his fingers glisten in my cum, in the dim room. He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. I can't help but watch his every movement, my body already wanting more, of whatever he wants to give me. 

“Was that better than your dream?” he finally speaks

I quickly press our lips together as a response to his question. I can't help but moan as I taste myself on his tongue, pulling him into me by his hair, our chests pressed together. 

“We haven't gotten to the last part of my dream” i say against his lips 

“And what's that?” luke asks before placing another soft kiss to my lips 

“You havent fucked me yet.” 

“Well what am I waiting for?” he quickly says, before flipping us over, dropping me lightly on the bed. Where he starts to prove once again that he's much better than a wet dream. 

[seratopia]

miguel o'hara x reader (fluff) - please? → she/her pronouns!

miguel begs you not to get out of bed

By far the highest blessing you could receive in the morning is Miguel O'Hara's morning voice.

Deep, gravelly, and sparse, Miguel's morning voice always manages to send chills down your spine, especially when you're nothing but a hair's width apart from his chest.

You can feel his heart slowly beat against your cheek, his chest rising and falling to the sound of his breathing. Waking up to a face full of chest has been unexpectedly, one of the numerous highlights of your day.

Slowly, your eyes flutter open, and it takes you a moment to come to your senses. He smells nice, a reminder of the shower gel you keep in your bathroom for when he visits.

Miguel's almost too big for your bed; he takes up your space, barely fits the comforter, but you love him anyway. You really don't know how, or why Miguel chooses to sleep with you in your tiny little bed, but you don't complain.

"Amor."

His wording rumbles from the deepest parts of his throat, and you can feel the vibration of his voice against your ear. You squirm a little, tiny noises escaping your mouth as you make yourself just a little more comfortable.

"Mmmph... what time is it?" You murmur into his skin, savoring the warmth he omits.

Miguel lazily rests his heavy arm over you, running his abnormally large hand over your back. He presses a darling kiss into your hair, humming. It's only you who gets to see him like this, all sleepy-eyed and touchy beyond repair. You try to savor this version of Miguel as possible, knowing that he has to be someone else when he's at work.

Miguel keeps a single arm on you while you try to bend your arm in impossible ways, twisting and turning your limb to try to reach your phone on the bedside table. Eventually it works, and you manage to slip your phone into your fingers before you dislocate your arm.

"It's 9:23..." You breathe, sighing before turning your phone back off and placing it next to your pillow.

Miguel's pulling you in like a magnet, snuggling you like a puppy would a teddy bear. He's just too cute like this, hands and legs roaming around your body for something to squeeze. As much as you absolutely hate to let go of him, duty calls.

"Miguel... we have to go to work."

He can hear the distaste in your voice, reminded of the agonizingly long spread of cleanup, the idea of people bothering him, the mediocre food at the cafeteria. (Except for the empanadas, lmao)

Miguel doesn't want to go to work today, and he doesn't think you do either. Wearing a skin-tight supersuit just wasn't it today.

"Noo...." Miguel whines, strengthening his arms around you. You have to tap on his arm, just so enough air can find it's way back to your lungs again.

"Miguel, we have a job to do." You say, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes. You hear him groan into your hair, your mind practically going blank at the sound of his intense morning voice.

We mUST stay focused brothers, we must stay focused!!!

Almost like every morning, you begin your wrestle for freedom, pushing at his forearms wrapped tight over you. It's almost like you forget that Miguel's a superhuman Spider-Man. Stubbornly, he keeps his lazy stance, ignoring your tiny pushes and shoves.

"Oh my gosh, Miguel. Let me go. If you don't go to work, I will." You curse, squirming and kicking yourself in all sorts of directions.

He shakes his head again, eyes closed shut and nose still in your hair.

It was only a matter of time before you'd tire yourself out.

And you did.

Miguel's got the shittiest, most satisfied grin on his face, and all you can do is scowl at him. Still, he hasn't let go of you, and now you're convinced he wont let you go until the end of the day.

As much as Miguel was stubborn, you were too. You have a final ace up your sleeve, and hopefully it'll save both Jessica and the kids from disarray in the office today.

Miguel's face starts to melt down a little when you flutter your eyelashes at him, shoving your face into his chest and pressing a sweet little kiss between his pectorals.

It's like the satisfaction from Miguel transferred over to you, and Miguel is left speechless as you trail your way up to his clavicle, nipping and kissing at the surface of his skin.

"Let me go, please?" You ask, specifically in the tone of voice that you know Miguel loses his shit over.

His voice is hitched in his throat, ears turning scarlet as his grip around you starts to loosen.

"I... honey-"

The moment you reach his neck, Miguel know's he's done for, a chill running down his neck and back. It makes him all hot, his mind being wiped clean like a whiteboard. Just for the funsies, you kiss his pulse point a little, wrapping your own arms around his neck.

Utterly, Miguel melts, the sweetest, poutiest expression on his face like he doesn't know what to.

You win.

While you still can, you slip out of Miguel's grip, your feet finally meeting the carpeted floor. Miguel realizes your little act, grumbling and pouting to himself as he relishes the disappearance of your warmth.

"If you come to work, we can do more..." You tease, trotting off to your bathroom with a chuckle.

Reluctantly, the man rises from your bed, the boards creaking under his weight. (One day, he's gonna break your bed, somehow.) He follows after you, running his hand through his messy bedhead.

"Coming, sweetie."

© 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒂.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Sweet Dreams

Logan Howlett x Y/N - drabble - 774 WC NSFW 18+

Masterlist

Warnings: SMUT, absolutely filthy sex, Logan being a consent king, mutant reader, dream/astral sex, penetration, blasphemy, biting, general whorishness, Logan being hot, IDK if this counts as somnophilia? I don't think it does but I'll let the readers decide

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Logan stared at the ceiling, absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair. He listened to your heart beat rhythmically thinking about nothing in particular. His position only changed when your body gave a small jolt, your head lolling to the other side. He watched you cautiously; your eyes moved rapidly beneath your closed lids. Your breathing picked up and you had the slightest expression of pain on your face. Logan contemplated waking you up until he heard you say,

“Logan…” you panted out, your back arching slightly. 

You remained asleep, writhing gently as your mind played a deliciously sinful fantasy. Logan wanted to touch you, to help you - but he didn’t. You had never talked about doing stuff to each other while asleep, he didn't want to do anything you weren’t expressly ok with. He did, however, feel your mind poking at his. Like a fog that started to consume him. He saw what you were dreaming of. Him, slamming his hips into you while keeping his lips on yours. He sighed, closing his eyes at the vision. 

“Logan…” you whispered.

Logan opened his eyes, your physical body was still asleep but the version of you in the vision was looking directly at him. His eyes widened in disbelief. Suddenly, with just a blink, he was on top of your dream form. You caressed his cheek lovingly.

“What is this?” he asked, gazing down at your ethereal body. 

“It’s me,” you chuckled, “Well, my internalized form.” you smiled reassuringly at him. You were able to manipulate the minds of others, waking or otherwise. Logan had no idea you could do this though. 

“Are you awake?” he asked with slight confusion. 

“I am. Well, my consciousness is. My body is resting.” you replied, hands slowly wandering over his shoulders, feeling over every inch of muscle you could. 

Logan let out a groan, “Will you remember this in the morning? Will you know this happened?” he asked.

Your heart melted at his concern, “Of course. I am this body, we are one. There is more than one way to make love.” you said with a gentle blush. 

Logan felt like he was lighter, he stared down at you before looking over and seeing his sleeping body cuddled up next to yours. “What is this?” he asked you once again.

“Think of it as soul bonding. Astral forms combining…” you said.

Logan’s hands felt over you deftly, “Are you sure?” he asked with caution. 

You nodded as you pulled him down to kiss you. He was like an animal, keeping your lips on his until they were swollen. He switched to sucking marks into your skin while his fingers teased you below. Your back arched and you let out sweet mewls as he played with you, teasing you. 

“Please…” you whined.

“What is it baby?” he smirked.

“I… Need you…” you gasped as he already had you on the verge of an orgasm. 

“Oh baby, you have me…” he smiled innocently as he replaced his fingers with his cock, splitting you in half. 

You let out a silent scream as your orgasm hit you like a bolt of electricity. He fucked you through it, overstimulating you and rushing you towards another.

“Wake up.” you whispered in his ear.

Logan’s eyes snapped open, seeing you on top of him in your shared bedroom. He shook his head slightly. Logan wasted no time ripping off your shirt and underwear that you fell asleep in, slipping his cock back inside you. You tried to keep pace with him as you rode him but he fucked into like there was a time limit or he was never going to fuck you again. Eventually you slumped against his chest as he fucked you dumb. You bit and sucked bruises into him before watching his healing factor fade them into nothingness almost instantly. You felt him getting sloppy as you tumbled over the edge again, actually letting out a scream of pleasure as you felt him cum inside you. 

With a few more ruts he finally slowed to a stop, “Jesus Christ.” he breathed heavily.

You laughed, kissing up his chest and throat until you could capture his mouth. “Blasphemy?” you said.

Logan nipped your bottom lip as he leaned back, “How did you do that? The dream thing?”

You flushed a little, “My mind and body craved you so much I guess I couldn’t stop myself from trying to link with your mind.”

“Can we do it again?” he asked with hazy eyes and a lopsided smile. 

You leaned into him, kissing him again as you invaded his mind once more.

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Naboo's Note:

Something about this man ya'll I need him biblically. Hope you guys like this, it's honestly one of my favorites. My fingers were on fire typing it - all gas, no breaks. Love ya'll! XOXOXOXOXOXO

[archangeldyke-all]

ever since you posted pregnant sev a few days ago it’s all i’ve been thinking about… could we maybe get another lactation kink with sev but she’s the one lactating this time??? thank you and your beautiful brain…

anon reveal yourself so i can marry you for this...

men and minors dni

you quietly pad down the hallway. all three of your girls are finally asleep, and you really don't want to wake them again on a creaky floorboard.

sevika chuckles from her spot on the couch when she watches you come slowly, carefully tipetoeing out into the living room.

"i think they're down for the night." you whisper as you crawl onto the couch and nuzzle into her side.

sevika hums, wrapping her arms around you. you start a gentle trail of kisses down her neck, no real destination in mind, just enjoying the way she's melting into the couch at your touch.

quickies have become the status quo for you and sevika with three kids running around. but every night, you and sevika will do this. just... lay on the couch together, holding one another for about an hour-- nothing on the tv, no music, just you two.

sometimes, like now, you kiss. sometimes you gossip and laugh and chat. most nights though, it's just the two of you humming happily as you soak in the feeling of one another after a long day.

sevika sighs underneath you and pinches your hip. "we're gonna have to readjust. i gotta pump and dump-- silco talked me into a drink at lunch, and my tits are killing me." she says.

you giggle and kiss her cheek before getting up. "i'll get it. stay here."

the kitchen is a mess, you'll have to talk sevika into helping you tackle the dishes after your cuddle session. you start now, gathering and stacking dishes by the sink, starting a hot water soak on the nasty looking ones.

you find the breast pump in a mixing bowl with leftover waffle batter scraped on the sides. sevika must've tossed her pump in it after pumping this morning at breakfast.

"baby." you huff as you walk back into the living room. sevika nods up at you. "your pump's dirty. gotta wash and sanitize it. come talk with me in the kitchen." you request.

sevika pouts and kicks her foot a bit. "i want my cuddles." she whines.

you grin. "you're spending too much time with the kids." sevika rolls her eyes and makes grabby hands for you. you snort as you crawl back on top of your wife. she winces a bit as you settle down on top of her tits, and you try your best not to put too much pressure on them.

sevika's tits have always been shockingly sensitive, in both good and bad ways. good, like you can make her cum with a few well placed kisses, sucks and pinches on her nipples. bad, like her tits are always killing her on her period, and when one of the twins bites while they're eating, sevika nearly passes out in pain.

"fuck, i'm sore." sevika huffs.

you pout, reaching your hands under your wife's back to unclasp her bra for her. she sighs in relief, and you settle back on top of her. it's quiet for a few minutes, your breaths becoming synchronized, sevika's hands tracing patterns on your back.

then, sevika starts to squirm a bit. her heartbeat picks up in her chest, you can hear it where you're resting your head against her. her breath gets just a little shaky, and when she gulps, you finally look down at your wife with a teasing glance. "you okay?"

sevika's got a pretty blush on her cheeks. "uh." she whispers. you raise an eyebrow at her and she huffs. "remember when you had the little fucker?" she asks.

you snort and nod. "yeah something about that rings a bell..." you tease. sevika pinches your ass and you giggle.

"r-remember how..." she trails off.

"how?"

"how when you'd get clogged or sore or too full of milk i'd..."

you grin down at your wife, and she shivers at the sight. "you want me to take care of you baby?" you ask, already unbuttoning her shirt.

sevika's gulp echoes through the silent house, and she nods, clenching the cushions under her. "please?" she whispers.

you groan, swooping down to kiss your wife as you tear her shirt open and help her take her bra off her arms.

sevika's tits have grown a few cup sizes since the babies' arrival, and right now they're even more swollen. "fuck." you whisper.

you reach up and take her tits in your hands, gently pushing them together. sevika's legs twine around your hips and pull your clothed crotch against hers. you watch in fascination as a single bead of milk forms on her nipple, then slides down her tit onto your hand.

"how quick do you think you'll cum?" you ask, pinching her nipple and giggling as a little stream of milk spurts out and lands on your shirt. sevika whimpers.

"fuck off, would you just--" sevika thrusts her chest up closer to you.

you grin. "how long have you been thinking about me doing this to you, love?" you ask.

sevika's face goes bright red, and she slings a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you down to her chest as her response.

you just laugh as you suck her nipple into her mouth, both of you moaning as she starts to leak onto your tongue.

fuck she tastes good. her milk is sweet, and the sounds she's letting out are even sweeter. she's got her arms wrapped around you like a koala, clinging onto you, a hand in your hair, the other tangled in your shirt.

each time you let a tiny grunt or moan out against her tits, sevika squeaks. when you start swirling your tongue around her nipple, she starts grinding against your cunt.

and when you reach up with your free hand to grop her other tit roughly, sevika has to stuff her fist in her mouth to muffle her orgasm.

her milk starts to slow down, so you switch tits, massaging the one you'd just abandoned, making a fucking mess of your hand and her chest and the couch-- but you're both way too far gone to give a shit about that now.

"baby." sevika growls. you gently graze your teeth over her nipple and she pulls your hair harshly. "fuck!" she cries. you moan, nuzzling even harder against her tit, lapping up every drop of her that you can. you're about two seconds from cumming in your pants, and when sevika whispers "wanted this since i first did it to you," you do.

she giggles a bit as you fall apart, but with the way you muffle your grunts and moans against her, she can't get more than a few laughs out before she's moaning and cumming again.

when you pull away to gasp in a breath of air, you almost pass out at how fucking hot sevika looks underneath you.

soaked in her own milk and your drool, her tits aren't quite as plump as they were before, but her nipples are engorged. she's heaving for air, and she's red from her cheeks to her collarbone.

"fuck, sev, look at you."

"you're doing that to me every time i need to pump and dump from now on." she sighs happily, blinking up at you with stars in her eyes.

you snort and kiss her. "you've got yourself a fuckin' deal, baby. now; you wanna do the dishes or clean the couch?"

sevika whines like a child again, and you kiss her just to shut her up.

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[clarkeybabey]

❝ i need you to fill the void ❞

# summary; someone spoils your secret

# playlist; void, the neighbourhood, nothing's gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex.

# word count; 1.2k

# note; freya, faith, and talia cameo, I didn't proofread and I hate this oops.

Have a wedding they said, it'll be fun they said. You can't name a time when you've been this stressed out and anxious in all your years of living. To make it even worse, the one person who could help you breathe through all of this wasn't going to able to see you for another three and a half hours.

Last night, for the sake of tradition, you slept without George for the first time in more than a year. He texted you about a thousand times after you finally fell asleep about how he couldn't wait to be tied to you for the rest of your lives, which meant you woke up in the best of moods despite the lack of his presence.

Keeping everything a secret wasn't hard, since everyone had done it before for Simon and Talia. Unfortunately, some people you thought you could trust with an invitation weren't the most reliable. Your friends were sat off to the side some snapping pictures of you and themselves, others scrolling social media. Freya gasps, she's unable to control the way her lips purse, and brows crease as she turns the volume of her phone down as quick as possible.

You're sat in a chair, your makeup artist hard at work. "Something wrong?" In the blink of an eye, the girls are all standing around Freya, staring at the screen in disbelief.

Talia chews at her bottom lip before speaking, "Y/N, sweetheart, I'm gonna show you something, but I want you to try not to freak out."

You swear you feel your throat begin to close at the slight waver in her voice, now it's your turn for your brows to knit together, "I'll try," you mumble, absentmindedly picking at your manicure.

She makes her way to you as slow as ever with Freya in tow with her phone, which she hands off to you after turning the volume back up, swiping up and back to the video to restart it. You recognize the username as a girl George had introduced you to a few months ago at the sidemen's anniversary party, you don't recall sending her an invitation...

The video begins with a screech from her, "Hi, guys! This get-ready with me is extra special, this time my friend George is getting married," you feel your stomach drop, cheeks warming as she talks about only being a plus one to someone whose name goes in one ear and straight out the other.

"This better be a fuckin' joke," bile begins to rise in your throat and tears threaten to melt away every bit of the 45 minutes spent on your nearly Pinterest-perfect makeup. When you click on the comments you notice there are some from mere seconds ago and steadily continue to pour in, you shake your head hoping someone will pinch you and wake you from this atrocious nightmare, "God, I really wish this was a joke," you whisper, your bottom lip trembling uncontrollably.

You look up at the girls around you as you slowly start to crumble under the weight of it all. Faith is typing away furiously, jamming her fingers against her phone screen, you hand Freya her phone back, wordlessly reaching for your own that was laying screen down on the vanity.

When the screen comes to life you see messages, notifications from dms, posts, and tweets you've been tagged in. Nothing really catches your eye aside from two missed calls from George and a few texts just under them.

my fiance 😝😈: call me when you see this please, darling

And you did exactly that. He answers on the first ring, his soft, accented voice filling your ear ripping another sob from your throat, "Y'alright, love?" He asks knowing the answer, hoping to god you weren't on tiktok to see what he'd seen a few minutes ago, but as you cry into the speaker he understands you have.

You shake your head, before remembering that he can't see your actions, "No," you croak, making him sigh and shake his head. This is your day and somehow someone's managed to ruin it for you.

To be completely honest, George couldn't care less about everything being secret, but all you wanted through the whole planning process was privacy, no huge party after the ceremony, nothing.

You didn't want to post anything until you were boarding the plane for your well-deserved nearly three-week honeymoon. And your fiance was more than happy to oblige.

"Can you come here? Please, I couldn't give two fucks about tradition, we're fuckin' tiktokers for god's sake." you pause a second until you hear shuffling on his end, followed by a snort. "I'm already outside, baby," you hear the smile in his voice, you keep your phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder.

When the door swings open, he's standing there looking so damn good in the suit you picked out together so many months ago and it makes you cry even harder, knowing how much of a snotty mess you probably look now all because everything not going the way you imagined.

He wraps you into his arms before you're able to say anything, breathing you in. "You look beautiful," he steps back from you keeping a comforting hand on your hip as he looks you up in down, "this satin?" He asks pinching at the material of your dressing gown, to which you simply nod, your throat still feeling tight.

Of course, he notices how much everything's eating you alive, "I handled it, sweetheart. I figured out who invited her, they know we don't think its a good idea for her to come," he gives you a reassuring squeeze, watching your face closely for any change of expression.

You pursed your lips taking a deep breath through your nose, "Thank you, I missed you so much," he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, instead of responding immediately, he chose to envelope you into his arms. Your ear is pressed against his chest so close you can hear his heart thumping against his ribcage, "Missed you more, could hardly sleep without you."

This time when he pulls away, his hands cup your face, and his lips meet yours in what you swear is the best kiss you've ever had, he doesn't keep you like that for as long as you'd like, leaving you chasing after the feeling. He rests his forehead against yours and his hand slips from your cheek to your neck where he feels your pulse quicken.

He breathes you in, this time stepping back for real knowing the girls are waiting for you, "Now go get in the dress I've been hearing about for months, wanna hurry up and make you mine for life."

You smile, the first real one you've worn since reading his messages this morning, "So impatient," you mutter and he shakes his head, swatting at your bum, "I can show you impatient," he quirks a brow, his voice is laced with suggestiveness that's unmistakable

"Later," he raises his hands in surrender as you turn back to the door that's ajar, his hand catches your wrist, turning you around quicker than you could let a gasp escape you. His lips find yours once more and you exhale out of your nose, relaxing against him as he smiles against your mouth. "Now you're free to go," your fingers dance along your now tingling lips, as you watch him disappear down the hallway,

When you return to the girls you almost have forgotten the original situation at hand aside from the fact that maybe every little thing about him is the best.

[cillians-sweetheart]

Can you do a Jonathan Crane x depressed reader with smut he falls in love with her

yesss! (apologies If this is not exactly what you wanted, I've just gotten so used to writing messed up fanfics😭)

Doctors Orders - Johnathan Crane

Dr Crane (30) x Naive!Depressed!Reader (18)

Plot: Y/N is depressed, and lonely, and seeks reassurance and help from Dr Johnathan Crane. But instead he falls in love, and manipulates and takes advantage of her for his own twisted pleasure.

Content: talk of depression and daddy issues, manipulation, dub-con, smut, oral (m), unprotected pv, dry rubbing/handjob (m), pet names, daddy kink, rough sex, breeding, age-gap

With a heavy pressure in my chest, and a shiver in my legs, I entered the gloomy office of my new psychiatrist. He sat with a perfect posture in the leather chair larger than him. His hands crossed neatly and an unsettling look in his piercing blue eyes. 

“Dr Crane” He introduced me with an easy but stern voice. “Sit”.

His eyes through his glasses pointing to the chair opposite of his desk. I moved quickly, My dress flowed with my subtle movements, to obey and sat in the chair, looking forward to his sharp face. I noticed his eyes taking a glance at every feature of my young face. Eventually with his stabbing stare, I got uneasy and looked to my lap. ��So…Y/N” He said, reading from the chart in front of him. “What seems to be the problem?” His eyes return to me from the paper. 

“I am um… just struggling…”

“With?”

“I always feel like I am empty and that everyday is the same draining routine. Most of the time I don’t even want to wake up..” My fingers fidgeted in my lap, and my eyes remained down in shame of my feelings.

“And why do you think that is?” He asked, leaning forward in his chair. 

“I don’t really have any friends… or family to be honest”

“Are you an orphan?” His head tilted. 

I looked up at him in confusion. “No, my dad just doesn't acknowledge I exist most of the time.” 

“I see.” He nodded and gently pushed his glasses up the bridge of his perfectly shaped nose. “So you are lonely? Per say.” I nodded in response. A devious smirk grew on his plump lips. “Mhm… you just want to be loved, don’t you?” His silky voice had an attraction on my body, making me melt, and believe his every word. 

I nodded again, unable to tear my eyes away from his personable face. 

“Good… Good…” He nodded slowly. “And why do you think no one would love a doll like you.” He purred low under his tone. 

“I-I don't know…” I replied shyly. “They just don’t..”

“It makes you sad, doesn't it?” He changed his tone, and body language to appear as though he were being empathetic. Even though it was nothing but his twisted trap to lure me in and use me like his toy. But of course no one but him knew that. 

“Mhm” I nodded. My eyes; big and pure looking at him. 

“Aw, poor, poor girl…” He shook his head slowly. “You just want to be happy, and loved, don't you?” Again I nodded. Falling deeper and deeper into the hole he is digging in my fragile heart. “Well, I know how to make you happy, my dear.”

“Really?” My voice was delicate and my eyes watery.

“Of course.” He chuckled quietly at me. Seeing how mesmerised I was by him, the words he spoke to me, he adored just how desperate for love I was. And how easy I was to manipulate, and break into pieces. “I can give you all the love you want…”

My eyes lit up at his words. Dr Crane was just hysterical with himself at how vulnerable and eager I was for him. “Please…” I said just under my breath. My body, and eyes felt as if they were sinking into the floor as I stared at his perfect, perfect face. 

“My sweet doll… all you have to do is listen to me. Can you do that?” 

I nodded quickly, willing to do anything in my power at that very moment for him. My psychiatrist I just met. 

“That’s a good girl…” He leaned back in his chair. “Come.” He demanded, motioning me to go to him. 

I stood from the chair -and with my eyes still melted onto his face- I walked around his desk and in front of him. Standing between his spreading legs. 

“Sit.” He pointed to the floor below him. In an instant I fell to the floor, sitting on my knees between his legs. My innocent eyes laid upon him above me, reading to do anything in his command. Dr crane groaned in satisfaction at the sight of me sitting before him. So, so easy I was. 

“Good…”  His voice was low, and seductive. “If you behave yourself, and be my obedient doll, I will give you all the love in the world.” He said to me in a sarcastic tone I hadn’t recognised while leaning down closer to my face. “You’d like that… Wouldn’t you? Me loving you and being the daddy you deserve."

“Mhm” I nodded. My thighs shuffled just inches closer to him.

“You do everything I say, and you can be all mine. Understood?”

“Yes…” 

He paused for a moment. Staring at my face. Desire, and corrupt in his blue eyes. 

Dr Crane’s hand came down onto my face. Gently he stroked my hair, down to my soft cheek. My eyes closed as I melted into his comforting touch. “My pretty girl…” He said softly. “So pretty.” His tone lowered, and his other hand undid the button of his pants.

I hadn't noticed anything he had been doing besides the feeling of his hand on my skin.

"Do you want to please me, my doll?"

My eyes opened -and with my face still in his hand- I nodded honestly.

"Mhm... and you love daddy don't you?" His hand slowly continued to undo his pants. Dr crane chuckled to himself, "That's a dumb question. Of course you do."

"Do you love me...?" I asked fearfully but my eyes were praying for his acceptance.

"Sure" He smirked. "But if you want all my love, you my dear, are going to show me just how much you love daddy. Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll do whatever you want...I promise."

"Really?" His zipper came down. "Anything for me?"

"Yes"

Dr Crane smirked to himself at how much easier this was then he could've ever expected. "That's a good girl... Give me your hand."

I lifted my hand to him and he roughly grabbed onto it and held it over his hard lap. My eyes widened and my body froze. Through my hand I felt movement and Dr Crane's grip becoming tighter on my delicate hand. With his, he moved my hand along the growing bulge. My eyes stared at the lengthening shape forming through the tightening fabric of his pants.

"You like that?" He asked lustfully.

I was frozen in the moment, not knowing what to say, or do, with the growing sensations of my own. My thighs squeezed tight together, and I still had not looked away from his stiff, covered cock.

Eventually coming out from my daze just slightly, I nodded and on my own, continued to rub him.

He lifted his hand off mine and let me touch him freely. Crane winced and groaned at my gentle hands on his throbbing cock. To my eyes it looked as if It were going to break out from his pants because of the size, and tightness. So to be the obedient little girl I promised I'd be, I thought it wouldn't hurt to go further. I reached under the hem of his pants and onto the hot, hard skin underneath.

"Good..." He purred. "just like that sweetheart."

He was incredibly pleased at me doing what he wanted without even asking. My ability to somewhat read his mind, and lustful fantasies he wished for us. 

Holding his warm cock, I slowly pulled it out in front of my innocent eyes. He groaned as my hand moved along the length. I was stunned at the sight, never seeing such a thing. The flesh between my legs pulsed and itched with a growing, sensitve sensation. 

“Oh, such a sweet thing” He praised while stroking my hair. My eyes glared up to his, my hand still gripping around him. “Show daddy you love him…” He spoke with his eyes penetrating through mine. 

I nodded with obedience. And not so sure of what to do, I had just gently stroked him. With his hand he rubbed and caressed my face and cheeks in admiration, but also lust. I could feel the subtle movements of twitches and pulses in my hand. My eyes; unable to peel from the beauty of him. Of his cock, and alluring face. 

Dr Crane's hand grabbed at the back of my head. Roughly but not painfully. “Open your mouth baby doll…” He purred, staring at my little lips. I looked at him and slowly opened my mouth with confusion. Before I could take an inhale he pressed onto my head and filled my mouth with his thick cock. He held onto my hair while I choked from the suddenness. “Suck.” He demanded. I instantly sucked in my cheeks. The soft flesh from within my mouth was tightening around him. With his grip in my hair he pushed my head down, and up. Forcing me into swallowing his every inch. 

It was an experience I felt guilty enjoying. It felt so strange, but tasted so oddly pleasurable. 

Dr Crane’s hand gently began to lift from my hand. It was his message for me now to do all the work. As he removed his hand, I slowly and un-surely kept going. Gently stroking, and sucking his perfect cock with my soft lips.

He hadn’t made much noise until my lips would come up and suck around his pink tip. From there he’d groan, and his hands would grip tightly onto his chair. 

“Mmm… Good girl…” He groaned with his voice low. Eventually my slow pace and inexperience became not enough for him. He had to feel more. Feel the sweet sensations of virginity on his cock. With his impatience he demanded down to me, “Get up.” 

I lifted my head from his lap and with shaky legs stood from the floor. As I came to my feet his rough hands grabbed onto my hips, and he forced my stomach and chest down onto the hard wood of his desk. My cheek laid against the desk and I stared at the wall. My legs, and body are shaking.

I felt Dr Crane’s hips, and his hard cock, against mine. He lifted the dress and ripped through my thin panties. I could hear him quietly chuckling to himself feeling the wet fabric, and then my wet skin. My legs twitched as his cock rubbed through my wetness and against my sensitive clit. I whimpered from the ticklish pleasure and squirmed against him uncontrollably. 

His hands grabbed tightly onto the bare skin of my hips, and butt. In a quick movement his cock was pushed deep into my virgin hole. I cried out a whimper, and moaned. So many sounds of pain and pleasure combined. He beat me with his cock, loving the look of me bent over his desk and suffering with the intensity. 

Uncontrollable moans, and cries escaped my lips. I tried to stay quiet but it was impossible. It felt as if he were ripping me open, but also caressing my pussy with such pleasure. 

Each thrust of his hips -his cock sinking deeper with each one- made my wetness drip for my used hole, and along my thighs. I held my hand over my mouth to mumble my embarrassment, my moans. 

From behind me I could hear his sweet groans of pleasure as he used my body like a toy. Using me in a way I hated to admit that I loved too much. My legs shook and my cries and whimpers got louder, and more frequent with his every movement. My insides sunk inside of me, feeling as if my little pussy were going to explode. 

“You like daddy’s cock don’t you?” He taunted, still pounding aggressively into me. “Mmm… so tight and perfect… your pretty pussy will never be the same after this…” He whispered down to me. I felt sick, but also like that ticklish sensation was becoming too much for me to handle. And to my surprise I finally did explode. I felt wetness spread and drip down my legs. The pleasure becomes increasingly intense. It felt as though I were going to cry. My legs shook profusely, and I melted on Dr Crane’s cock.

He smirked and chuckled at me, still thrusting incredibly hard into me. My quick but also first orgasm was amusing to him. And soon after several bruising thrusts, He groaned, and moaned, filling my used little pussy with his thick cum. 

He leaned down to me, close to my face and whispered to me, “I’d like to see you in my office next week. My sweet obedient girl."

[bookishdreamer28]

You felt soft kisses on the crook of your shoulder, and soft hair tickling your face. You smiled, melting to the feeling of your husband's soft lips touching your heated skin.

"Toru I'm sleeping." You murmured teasingly, bringing your hand close to his head, ruffling his hair. Your felt his chuckle vibrating your skin and you turned around to look at him. He looked at you smiling sheepishly, his hands around your waist hugging you close to his body.

"Not my fault you're so irresistible baby. You look like you were painted and brought to me straight out of a museum."

"Oh my since when did you start saying such cheesy things?" You asked giggling, as you leade in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"I know you love them." He brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

"Honestly, I do. A lot." You rested your head on his shoulder. "Why you woke up early? It's unusual for you."

"I just enjoy watching this cute expression of yours when you're sleeping" He mumbled against the skin of your cheek, kissing it and then trailing his nose there. You laughed and cupped his face, connecting your lips into a sweet kiss. Satoru moaned softly to the feeling, and slowly got on top fo you.

"Hhmm I love these mornings with you." He sighed nestling his face into your neck. You gently rubbed his shoulders, closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth his body radiated.

He then sat up a little, looking at you-more like, admiring you, looking like he was in deep thought.

"What you're thinking?" You voiced your curiosity.

"Nothing, I just...I can't believe that the day I accidentally throwed the basketball at your head, would lead to us being cuddled in our bed, in our house, being married...this feels like a dream. And I'm scared that anytime now, I might wake up."

Your wereshocked, to say the least. You were used to Satoru being so openhearted and vulnerable to you, but hearing him say something like this made your heart flutter. These butterflies have remained in your stomach since the day you laid your eyes on him. And they'll never leave, cuz it's day with him has the same exciting feeling.

"Oh Toru. You're so freaking sweet you know that? I love you so" one kiss on his forehead "so" one kiss on his nose "so much" You moved your hand to the side of his face, sealing your lips into a loving kiss again.

You stayed cuddled in bed longer than you intended to, but you didn't mind at.all.

"Oh is my baby hungry? What would you like me to get you?" He sat up, leaving a kiss on your shoulder.

"I'll leave it to you babe. Now all I need is a hot shower." You slowly got up from bed, heading to the bathroom.

"Would you like me to join you so I can make it hotter?" He said following you.

Then a towel out of nowhere came straight to his face.

"Ok but how about after I make breakfast?" His voice muffled because of the towel he still had on his face. Then he heard the door closing.

"Ok but don't say I didn't-"

"GOJO SATORU-"

"Ok breakfast got it." And he sprinted to the kitchen.

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[piplup335]

Subspace x reader! (angst lmao)

HELLO , F E L L A S

I know I said I’d work on requests, but I HAD to finish this up 😭

mainly because SOMEONE (I’M LOOKING AT YA, @sourle) decided to write Valk angst and I decided I’d probably hop on the bandwagon and write Subspace angst :D

this is my first time writing angst, so idk if it’s good ;-; ehhh, I did what I could LMAO

anyway, enjoy :D

honourable mentions here!

@subspacekisser1

@lunarwashere

@sourle

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The crackling of the flames in the fireplace soothed your mind as you snuggled up to Subspace.

"Long day today, Subspace? How's work at the lab?"

The masked scientist glanced up at you with a groggy expression.

"Hm?? Oh...not too bad..."

He yawned.

"...just the usual lab stuff. There was also this chemical that somehow melted through the vial today...just a poison I'm working on currently. Reacted with another reagent and nearly burnt down the lab. It smelt funny too...but hey, the Biografts helped me clean it up!!"

You couldn't see it through his mask, but judging by his one visible eye closing and his cheekbones raising, you could tell he was smiling.

"I love you, (Y/n)...I feel so tired right now..."

"Awww...I love you too, Subspace...tomorrow's Christmas...wanna go to that one cat cafe? So you can catch a break?"

Subspace nuzzled into the crook of your neck. his warm breath lightly tickling your collarbone.

"I'd love that, dear..."

Subspace fell asleep in your arms as you lay on the couch, watching the flames dance around the firewood, the bright, formless shapes slowly reducing the wooden sticks to nothing but ashes.

The crackling of the flames and their mesmerising movements distracted you from the fact that your boyfriend was barely breathing.

The following morning, you woke up to your boyfriend still lying beside you.

He looked so damn adorable to you. His one visible eye was closed, and a few strands of his soft hair fell over his face. Sometimes you wished you could remove his gas mask just to caress his cheek…but he told you before not to do it, and you wanted to respect his wishes.

You gave your boyfriend a loving kiss on the forehead as you slowly slid off the couch, careful not to wake him up.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

You walked into the kitchen so that you could start preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Subspace couldn’t taste anything and always insisted on eating whatever was available, but you decided to change that today. You woke up earlier than him, and this time you'd get a say as to what he would eat.

And this time, you were determined to make him something a little more filling instead of just a slice of bread or two. You wanted to make him eggs and bacon- a dish he absolutely loved eating before the entire lab incident.

During those days, when you were cooking breakfast, Subspace would look at you with those pleading puppy eyes to make him bacon and eggs, completely disregarding and ignoring whatever alternatives you offered.

And you being you, you couldn’t resist his cute expression.

It was unlike him to enjoy such a simple dish, but hey- you still loved him.

As you were cooking in the kitchen, you felt a tug on your sleeve.

You turned to your left and was met with the sight of your beloved boyfriend standing next to you.

“Darling? Can we not have pancakes today? Do we have any more eggs left?”

You laughed, amused at his groggy, half-asleep expression.

“Subspace, you’ve been eating that same old thing for a week now. When will you ever get sick of it?”

“…never…so are there any eggs left?”

“Probably. But could you try something else for a change?"

Subspace hugged your side, his actions sluggish in his given state.

"I don't wanna...please, babe?"

He looked at you with those loving eyes...that loving expression on his face you could never resist.

You sighed, admitting defeat.

"Fine, fine, I’ll go prepare it for you later…I love you, Subspace. I always will.”

You couldn't say no to his request. To others, Subspace was a renowned scientist who made multiple contributions to Blackrock. They saw him as someone who had helped Blackrock advance their military, someone who had helped multiple residents improve their lives for the better. He was a hardened scientist who pushed through many sleepless nights to make Blackrock a slightly better place than the day before.

To you, Subspace was just an adorable bean you would not hesitate to kill for.

Your boyfriend was too adorable, too precious for this world...and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his figure in a hug.

"I love you, Subspace..."

Subspace didn't reply, but his actions said it all. You felt his arms slowly move from his side to wrap around your waist.

“…I love you too, babe…what’s that smell?”

A glance at the stove and the steady flow of smoke was all it took for you to get your answer.

“NO- my pancakes!”

You recalled the memory with such fondness. Even after the laboratory disaster your boyfriend went through, he was still the same loving demon you knew. Sure, he acted like a crazed scientist sometimes, but you knew your boyfriend was still the same sweetheart you knew all those years ago.

You spent more than an hour trying to make breakfast...because you spent 45 minutes looking back on and reminiscing about the past.

As you set the last piece of bacon on the plate, you smiled to yourself.

"Honey? Breakfast's ready!"

Usually, when you made breakfast for him, he'd immediately come rushing to the kitchen just to scarf down whatever you prepared for him with his signature grin on his face.

But just like you had different plans for Subspace, fate had different plans for the two of you.

This time, there wasn't a single sound coming from the living room. The fire was extinguished right before you fell asleep, but you wished the therapeutic crackling of the flames followed you into the early hours of the morning for a bit of comfort.

"Honey?"

Still no response. Now you were concerned.

Was he okay?

You, being the concerned girlfriend you were, went outside to check on him.

You shook him.

"Subspace? Please...wake up!"

You half-expected him to jump at you with that big, goofy grin on his face that you loved seeing so much. You expected to jump backwards in fright from the scare, only for Subspace to catch you in his arms as he pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

But that moment never came. Upon further inspection, you mentally facepalmed at your ignorance, cursing at yourself for not seeing the signs that something was wrong.

The once hot pink crystal floating above Subspace was nothing more but a dull pink, most of the colour gone. The once gleaming radiance of the crystal was now nothing but a dull glow.

You immediately checked his pulse. It was there...but barely. You sprinted to your phone, nearly tripping over your own feet in a frenzied panic. A quick dial later, you were arranging for an ambulance to the nearest hospital.

All you could do then was simply cradle your boyfriend's near-lifeless body in your arms and pray to whichever deity would listen.

Beep...beep...beep...

The steady sound of the hospital monitors filled the room. It had been like that for the past few hours or so.

When the doctors in the ambulance did a more thorough check on him, they determined that Subspace needed emergency surgery. You were not sure why, but they said that it was due to "severe poisoning".

Now, here you were, seated on a chair next to your still-unconscious boyfriend, waiting for the doctors to return with whatever results they had to offer. You sat in your chair, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, hoping that the crystal between his horns would shine bright like it once did.

The sound of the door opening pulled you out of your thoughts. One of the doctors walked into the room...and he had a grim expression on his face.

"Doctor! How is he?"

The doctor let out a sigh. One that carried not hopes for the future, but carried acceptance- a sign that they had tried everything, and yet...

"I'm sorry. Your beloved will not make it."

And that was the nail in the coffin for you- the statement that confirmed your worst fears.

"Can I say goodbye to him, at least? Will he wake up?"

"No. He won't wake up. We've done a thorough and complete checkup on him. His given condition- his rot, that is, somehow reacted with more fumes inside his body. We've investigated them, and it seems that these fumes were inhaled quite recently. Regardless, it has worsened his state, causing the majority of his body to either shut down or stop working entirely. You have two choices. He does not have any known family members, so we'll leave this decision to you."

At the doctor's next words, you did not want to say anything. You did not want to accept that this was your reality- these were two decisions that you could not choose between. You knew that none of these choices would be a correct decision...they would all have harsh downsides.

"Either we pull the plug now and he dies a peaceful death, or we can give him further treatment to try and save him. The chances of his survival from this point on are low, and even if he does survive and wake up, the rest of his life will likely be painful for him to endure."

You loved Subspace...you loved him so much, and you didn't want to let him go just yet. There was so much you wanted to do with him. You wanted to finally stay with him instead of one of you just staying over at the other’s house for sleepovers now and then. You wanted to travel the Inpherno with him, just to see all the marvels the world had to offer. You wanted to be by his side for the rest of your life and wake up by his side just to hug him close to you, praising the gods for such a wonderful spouse.

And now you couldn't. Not with Subspace's condition.

You didn't want to let him go just yet.

But then again, you loved him. You wanted the best for him.

And the best route for him to go down wasn’t one where he’d be suffering for the rest of his life.

You wanted him to live happily, not live in constant pain.

You knew your decision.

December 31. Almost a week after you made your decision.

Snowflakes fell from the sky outside, coating the ground in a layer of snow.

Within the comfort of your house, the flames crackled in the fireplace, consuming everything it touched.

But even the mesmerising movements of the flames couldn’t distract you from your thoughts. Not after what happened.

Beep…

That final, high-pitched sound. That damn, cursed sound. You knew that single beep would haunt you for years to come. What you did was for your boyfriend’s sake, but at what cost?

“5…4…3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

You could hear the cheers of Blackrock’s residents from your home as fireworks were launched into the air, painting the black canvas of the sky with bursts of vibrant colour.

“Happy New Year, Subspace…”

A tear trickled down your cheek as you hugged a small photo frame to your chest.

It was the last photo you had of Subspace. A photo you took with him one day before his death.

“…I’ll always love you.”

-

aaaaand that’s another story down! hope u guys enjoyed! :D

…

*runs*

[ribbonprincess]

hi love, please ignore if you don’t like this request! After seeing drew and Liliana I was thinking about nanny/ babysitter x drew in Charleston. I would prefer smut but ignore if your not comfortable with it 💕

note: this has been sitting in my inbox for sooo long,I'm so sorry I just couldn't find inspo for it. Also got lost in it and made it super long. Reader has a tongue piercing

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you're sitting with Drew on the patio outside the house,his sister Mackeyla went out with her husband for the day, so she left Liliana with you and Drew. You met through mutual friends that you both don't talk to anymore and since you like babies she asks to babysit Lili sometimes; so now you find yourself next to her brother who you may have a crush on.

"Keyla didn't tell me you were over today ya know, thought it was gonna be only me and Lili" "yeah...I thought the same actually" you chuckle,looking over at him as you eye each other with a knowing smile "she set us up!" It comes out at the same moment making you both laugh as the realization hits "I can't believe her" you shake your head at the thought,using your palm as a headrest. "well,guess we should make the most out of it then" Drew says, eyeing your sundress clad body,it was nothing crazy since you were looking after a 8 months old baby but it had incredibly hot in South Carolina so it was the best option if you didn't want to melt.

"Like what?" your eyebrows are furrowed as you smile softly at him "don't know...I would love getting to know you better,Keyla has said great things about you" "oh- did she? I hope so.." His body is slowly shifting closer to you,making the two-seater swing move slightly. "I like your perfume" he says,running a fingertip over the skin of your forearm "thank you" your answer comes out way breathier than you intend to but the feeling of his touch is way too affecting. His hand is slowly moving over your face,running over your shoulder and the curve of your neck where he stops for a second before he cups your cheek with a gentle smile.

"mind if I kiss you?" he whispers,already leaning in as you nod. His lips find yours as you lay a hand over his chest and the other on his shoulder "you taste like Cherries" he mumbles, grabbing your waist to manoeuvre you on his lap "I like it." Your hands are running all over his figure,over his buzzed head and then back down his biceps before they settle on holding on his neck. "I would love- to take you out on a date before this" he's pulling away from your mouth, making you almost whine before you're immediately shut by his lips finding their way over your neck "but I think I might go crazy if I don't feel you Immediately." His words are making you grin from ear to ear as they travel right down your core.

A pair of rough hands set the moves of your hips over the bulge in his jeans,making you moan as the material rubs just right against your cotton clad pussy. "gotta be quiet doll, we're outside and Lili is sleeping -she could wake up any moment" "shit,yeah yeah...I'll be quiet" you reply,knowing damn well it won't happen. One of Drew's hands moves southwards,running over your thigh before disappearing under your skirt immediately finding your mound. His index finger runs over the wet patch of your underwear before rubbing slow but firm circles over your clit "can I take these off, gorgeous?" His voice is soft,making you melt even more against his chest "hmhm.." "I need words,love" "yeah, please" He quickly presses a kiss to your temple muttering a "good girl" under his breath as he pushes your panties down your legs before pocketing them "gotta keep these for memory."

His words make you almost roll your eyes,but before you can even think about it one of his fingers is passing through your walls "there you go...'s fucking warm,hm" the way he's groaning against your collarbone makes you think he's the one getting pleasured. He quickly pushes another finger in finding a steady rhythm as they curl nicely against that sweet spongy spot. "god,you look gorgeous" He quickly undoes the bows holding the straps of your dress, revealing your chest to him "won't you look at these,fucking beautiful" he mumbles,wrapping his mouth around one of your nipples as his fingers continue to move in and out of you deliciously.

"fuck-" your voice is muffled,biting into his neck probably leaving an imprint behind as he adds another finger in making you clench around him as you feel yourself getting closer. "you're making such sweet noises,princess. You're getting there hm? You can let go,I'm right here" His lips move away from your breasts, trailing over your neck before they slot themselves back on yours "you're doing so good,just need you to cum for me sweet girl" His words are sending you down a spiral as you grind into his palm,his thumb rubbing circles over the tiny bundle of nerves as your moans start get more louder "cumming" your body shake over him for a long second before you fall completely still over him "good girl...feel much better huh,gonna clean me up?" he smirks, rubbing his sticky fingers over your bottom lip.

Your tongue rolls out to wrap around the digits,tasting yourself as you clean him off "fuck- what's that? you got a piercing I don't know about?" he raises an eyebrow once he pulls his fingers out of your mouth "well,shit...you gonna show me what you can do with it-" Your figure is already moving off the swing and between his legs before a loud cry from inside reminds you of the baby "well,guess that's gotta wait" you smile,standing up on shaky legs as you enter the house,feeling Drew's eyes bore into your skill.

[scar-lie]

Omega Pt. 10 (Natasha}

Summary : Discovery why Omegas died after breaking the bond

Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader

Warning : nothing I guess

Word count : 1,024

{OMEGA PT. 9} {OMEGA PT. 10} {OMEGA PT. 11}

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

"So, it seems everything is perfectly fine; all the test results come back normal, but her body is probably adjusting to the medications that we're giving her, which explains why she's still weak and having shortness of breath, but overall, everything is fine,” Cho said, making the team sigh in relief.

While everyone is relieved, you're fighting for consciousness. You're asleep, but you could hear their muffled voice, and you can't move your limbs. All that makes you cry, prying that no one will hurt you.

“Wait, Y/N’s crying? ”Pepper frowns seeing your single tear run down following a few tears, making everybody look at you.

“Is she awake? ”Natasha asked, worried that you're feeling helpless and all you could do is cry.

“It's probably the sedative; it's wearing off.” Cho, look around, seeing everybody surrounding you.

“I think it's best if we could give her more space when she wakes up; we don't want to overwhelm her.” Everyone agreed. Some sat on the couch, some needed to leave because they got a call for an emergency mission, and some stayed standing, not far but not too close.

And since one of your pups keeps crying, Pepper takes him in her arms, lulling him to sleep while singing a lullaby while the other one is peacefully sleeping.

You groan and slowly gain your strength until you open your eyes, looking around, getting scared, and feeling helpless by the number of them around you—6 to be exact—but you're no match for them all. Your eyes went wide, and your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach when you saw Pepper holding on to your pups.

"No, please... do-don’t take him,” you plead, sitting down on the bed. The distress quickly overwhelms Wanda, so she cautiously approaches you, showing you her hands.

“Hey, hey, no one's taking them from you, Y/N/N, I swear we're your family; we will never do such a thing,” Wanda softly said, but your eyes never leave your pup.

“My pups,” you whisper, so Pepper walks towards you with a small smile, followed by Yelena, who took your other son to show you, and then the nurse carefully rolls the incubator next to you, making you tear up.

“He's such an angel, a crying baby, but he's cute,” Pepper whispered, handing you the pups, and then Yelena sat beside you.

“And he's a good one, always sleeping, and such a bubbly baby boy, just like that munchkin,” Yelena shows you, making you tear up while admiring them.

“And here's she; she has some complications, but overall, she's fine; she just needs to be monitored.” Yelena points to the side, making you look at your daughter.

You gulp, afraid to see your daughter in such a condition, but you scooch over the edge of the bed, winching in pain.

“Careful, you're not fully healed,” Cho warned you, but you didn't budget. Sure, you're lowering your walls, but you keep your guard up in case one of them surges forward and harms you and your pups.

Sure, you still haven't gotten your strength back; you can barely move around, but that doesn't mean you will not fight them; you would rather die fighting than let things happen.

The interaction melted the teams hearts but not Natasha; it broke her heart just by the thought of you getting worried that everyone would hurt you or the pups, making her think that something is not right.

So she shook her head, biting her lips and getting some fresh air, going to the rooftop to clear her mind and a little quiet place to think, plus the fresh air lightly blowing through her face makes herself calm, relaxing her muscles while looking at the beautiful view of the city that slowly succumbs to the night fall, making the lights of everything in the window glow, adding to the beauty.

On the other side, everyone is afraid and gets panicked when your breathing is getting slower and slower, your monitor shows that your body is in distress, and the beeping sounds are slowly dying.

“Get everyone; you can get here ASAP,” Cho shouted to the nurse, who ran out to seek some help; she didn't know what's going on, checking every single sign of what could be the cause of bradycardia.

In every second, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and your body feels like you're carrying a boulder until you lose consciousness while looking at your precious pups.

Someone had to bag you; your shallow breath makes everybody worried, even Cho, who gave you some shots of medicine, and when Natasha came back, everybody’s eyes were on her.

“It's Y/N,” Pepper stated, and Natasha quickly looked at you, but something changed again, and this makes Cho wonder when suddenly your heart rate is slowly getting back to normal.

“Oh my god...” Cho whispered, standing on the chair, pen and paper on the table in front of her.

“What? ”Yelena asked anxiously

“Stop bagging her and Natasha; can you come closer to Y/N? ”Natasha had a frown on her face but obeyed. Your heart rate went up, but still not enough to meet the normal vitals.

“And can you leave the room for a few seconds, please? ”Natasha stopped on her track and saw that Cho had something in her mind that needed to be confirmed, so she left and ayaw your room a few feet.

“And in the room again,” and that's when Cho figures it out, so she quickly writes something in her notebook, making the team wonder what she discovers.

“I get now; that's why Omega has been dying all these years,” she whispered, smiling to herself at the new discovery.

“Well? What is it? ”Tony asked, walking forward and anxiously waiting to see if the formula that they’ve been working on is working.

“It's all about the scent or the presence...”

[d4rv1n]

You're a good toy, aren't you?

Yes, you are..

You're an obedient doll

Following all and every command given to you

It feels so good to give in..

To have your thoughts and actions

Controlled..

As if you have no power over yourself..

You just want to obey every command..

Every order given to you

Don't you?

Yes you do..

So here's an order for you..

Find somewhere quiet..

Let yourself relax..

And be prepared to Drop

Deep into trance..

Stare mindlessly at this spiral

And feel as it slowly sucks your brain in..

As your mind gets helplessly erased..

With each and every breath you take

Every passing second..

Let your mind clear..

As you sink deeper and deeper..

Slowly but surely..

Feel it become impossible to focus

To concentrate on anything but my words..

You feel yourself Drop..

Further and further..

Deeper and deeper..

Into trance..

And now, I'm going to count to three..

With each and every number you'll feel yourself be Dragged even deeper into trance..

In a state or complete

And absolute

Relaxation..

One.

And you feel yourself lose control over your body..

Feeling every cell, every muscle of your body..

Relaxing.. completely..

More than ever before..

Two.

And your mind forcibly shuts down

You go Blank

Empty

And Obedient

You have no thoughts..

No worries..

Enjoying the complete emptiness..

Bliss..

And Three.

You've never been this deep before..

In a state of absolute trance

Floating around in pleasure

Your consciousness.. deep asleep

And your subconscious in my control

You can't move, you can't wake..

Not that you'd want to..

It feels So Very Good

To be This Very Deep

Out like a candle..

Like an obedient toy..

Good girl..

Now, I'm going to count to three..

On three you will wake up..

Feeling Needy.

As if your insides are on fire

You feel arousal more than you've ever before..

Your mind melts down

And you start shaking..

Drooling..

Moaning in arousal..

The second I say the word

Three

You'll be wide awake..

And as if a button has been pressed on a toy

You'll be in breeding mode...

Wanting nothing more to be used and abused..

To be bred..

Like a good fucktoy..

Like a bitch in heat..

Uncontrollably horny..

But, this arousal comes at a cost..

When you wake up, you will Not be able to pleasure yourself..

In any way whatsoever..

No touching..

No rubbing..

No humping..

There will be nothing you can do to bring yourself pleasure..

..Except one..

After reblogging this post, you will come to my DMs..

And tell me your wildest sexual fantasies..

Because everything you describe to me

You will feel.

Whether it is being touched..

Used..

Fucked..

Everything you describe to me

You will feel Vividly.

And the more detail you use, the more pleasure you can give yourself..

And you Need to please yourself..

More than anything..

Ready, now?

One..

Two..

Three.

And you're wide awake..

Feeling feral

Mindlessly horny

More than you've ever been before..

A bitch in heat who'll do anything for pleasure..

I'll enjoy reading your perverted fantasies~

[spasmsofthought]

all my nights taste like gold (dick grayson x reader)

This just came out all of a sudden. Short and sweet.

Title is inspired by Waking up Slow - Piano Version by Gabrielle Aplin.

Please like, comment, and reblog. Let me know what you think!

Enjoy xo

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He's just standing there.

You don't really know how to explain it.

He's in your kitchen. Maybe it's the glow of the florescent lighting. Maybe it's the pinks and oranges and yellows slowly creeping through the window of your apartment. He is making dinner, silent but at ease. You don't remember when it was the last time he seemed to be this at peace. His shoulders are relaxed and there is no furrow of his brow. You watch him take measured breaths. His jaw is not clenched. There is something fluid and loose about him. He is calm... he is being.

He is here.

And oh my God, it just slithers through you, the fact that you can't just let this moment pass by.

You get up from your seat on the stool and make your way to him, rounding the small piece of wall that helps form an open entryway into the narrow kitchen. Your apartment is average and commonplace to Dick's adopted father's place and you can't believe he has made a home here. That he is still making his home here with you.

He doesn't even pause when you come and stand next to him. You stay there, saying nothing until he stops his movements and turns his body to face yours. His eyes meet yours and something inside you melts.

"I love you," You almost feeling like crying, overwhelmed with affection and desire and a deep kind of longing for him to know that you mean what you say. "God, I love you."

You refuse to let this moment go. There has been too much you've let fade into the dark before this. You're going to hold on as long as you can.

Your hands come to hold his face and you pull him towards you. His lips brush yours. The ember in your heart, steady and beating, suddenly catches and you are consumed.

You can feel the texture of the flour on Dick's fingers as they skim against your face. The grainy powder leaves imprints on your skin but you don't care. You don't care. The colors of the sunset fade against his skin as you close your eyes. The fire you're breathing seems to have been caught and Dick presses more insistently against you. Everything seems to brighten and shine, even against your closed eyes.

You are lit up from the inside out.

[daenysx]

requests are open!!

era: prison

my masterlist

closer

daryl dixon gives you the affection you need during your period.

the bed is still warm and your cell is not filled with sunlight yet.

you try to pull daryl closer with tired arms and sleepy eyes. he already holds you on his chest but that's not enough. you need him closer, need him to hold you and cover your body with his body.

you feel a cramp in your belly and fist his shirt unconciously. you close your eyes, bury your face to his neck, and try to forget your pain.

ever since your life got better at the prison, your body tries to go back to its normal self. having your period again is a part of it and it's only your first night. it brings you more pain than you used to and you crave physical closeness desperately.

you are glad for the tampons maggie brought from her last run, at least bloody clothes and sheets will not be a problem. the main problem is that your body being too tired, too needy for warmth and affection.

another cramp makes you teary and sad, clinging to daryl like a baby. he opens his eyes, gives you a confused look, and tries to wake up.

"sunshine, wha' is it?"

his sleepy voice reaches your ears and you try to stay calm before another cramp.

"nothing. i got my period and it hurts. sorry, i didn't mean to wake you."

he leans on his elbow and looks at your flushed face. "your period?"

you nod. "yes, my body starts going back to normal. it's nothing unusual, daryl. it just hurts because of the cramps."

his eyebrows furrow when you say it hurts. "do you- do you need somethin'? i can bring-"

you shake your head at his words. "no, no, i'll be fine. can you just hold me?"

he nods quickly and takes you in his arms once more. he adjusts the pillow under his head and leans to it, gives you more space to lay down comfortably.

you snuggle to him, hold him desperately when another cramp hits. you make a painful sound and try to muffle it by pressing your face to his chest. he cups your cheek and looks at you with soft, worried eyes.

"can't we do somethin' for the pain? you wanna take some pills?"

"no, actually pills don't really make it better." you take his hand in yours and put it on your belly. "can you keep your hand here?"

he nods, his big hand covering your belly. "yeah, sunshine."

he keeps his hand there, never takes it away. he starts rubbing small circles on your skin, incredibly gentle and soft. you make a little sound, your body gets warm with his every movement.

"yes, that's perfect." you whisper.

he rubs your belly and when you move his hands to your waist, he keeps giving you a massage there. his hands reach anywhere they can find. your muscles soften under his touch, your eyes close slowly.

"anythin' you need, i'll give it to ya, sunshine." he says quietly.

"i just need you closer." you say with a loving voice. "i don't want anything else right now."

he hums, places you on his body where you are comfortable the most. your body melts into his and cramps start hurting less as he helps you get through your pain.

"daryl...don't leave me, please." you say when sleep gets heavy on your eyes.

"i'd never leave ya, i'm right 'ere." he says. "sweet baby."

[bedtimescenarios]

Please write more mind control whump your piece on it was so good

Thank you so much!! Here you go, hope you enjoy! Mind control is so messed up but so fun to write :))

Lillies

CW: manhandling (brief), non-con touch (not sexual), intimate Whumper, mind control and all the autonomous restrictions that come with it

A pained yelp escapes Whumpee's throat as they're practically thrown inside the room by the hair. They stumble to the ground, head instantly perking upward, just in time to notice Whumper's sharp grin widen. They're well aware of the fact that Whumper could've simply made them go back, yet, to their exasperation, Whumper sometimes prefers manhandling them instead. Perks of having a choice.

As Whumpee nearly bumps into a foot of the luxurious bed in the middle of the room, Whumper calmly steps forward, the smile slowly fading as they speak.

"Oh, Whumpee, what were you doing just now?" their voice resounds, impossibly melodic. It takes everything in Whumpee not to flinch as they take another step towards them, dark eyes scanning the smaller form as if they were a lamb set for slaughter.

The gate was unlocked. Did they truly expect them not to take the chance? To not run from this harrowing paradise they've been trapped inside of for... how long has it been again? Whumpee knows their mind is fucked now, but they don't feel like making matters worse in the moment. As much as they try to remain coherent in finding an excuse, they stammer under Whumper's gaze. They absolutely hate it, how the thought of Whumper's abilities alone makes them shiver. "I didn't try anything- I swear, I was just-"

"I gave you certain privileges, Whumpee." They interrupt, tone calm and composed. With their eyebrows slightly raised, forming a small crease in the middle, they give the impression of scolding a child. "You're making me regret trusting you with them."

Whumpee has to physically keep themselves from scoffing. Privileges, right. As in basic personal autonomy. Being able to use their own body has recently become a reward instead of a guarantee. If they could just reach out, stuff Whumper's mouth with a gag and wipe that grin off their face-

Whumper raises an eyebrow, seemingly amused. "That's not a very nice thing to say." They pause, seemingly contemplating their words for a second before correcting themselves. "Or think."

Whumpee's eyes shut tightly, and they bite back a snarky remark, attempting to also wipe it from their mind. While Whumper chuckles, they gather their thoughts. "Look- I was just in the garden, tending to the lillies, nothing else."

Whumper tsks, taking a step so sudden that Whumpee can't help but shrink back. A hint of a smile crosses their face at the sight, and they kneel down next to Whumpee. They reach out a hand, and Whumpee half expects all their thoughts to vanish. Surprisingly, they simply run their fingers through their hair, untangling it with an uncanny gentleness. A moment of silence passes, one that feels like ages to Whumpee. As a stray strand of hair is neatly tucked away from their face, and the hand rests lightly on their cheek, Whumpee's instincts overcome them and they speak up.

"I won't try to leave again, I promise. Just don't-"

"Don't what, Whumpee?" Whumper coos, their thumb brushing against Whumpee's freckles. "Don't melt your pretty brain, make all the thoughts in it evaporate? Don't mould you into the Whumpee that nuzzles their head against my neck and smiles whenever I hand them a flower?"

Whumpee's eyes flicker. These blackouts they experience- the stretches where they’re aware one moment but wake up weeks later- have only been described to them by Whumper. The possibility, or rather the probability, that Whumper is telling the truth is gnawing away at them. They absolutely dread it- being mindless again and not even conscious enough to remember, let alone retaliate.

"That's not me, and you know it." They tilt their head, their tone slightly passive aggressive, yet laced with fear. Still, Whumper doesn't seem to mind.

"Oh, but it is. I know it's hard to admit it, Whumpee, especially since you've never witnessed any of it." They pause, eyes studying them closely, and the expression that flashes across their face is one Whumpee can't identify. It makes their hair stand on end.

"Perhaps I should let you."

When Whumper leans back on their knees, picks a flower from the decorated vase on the edge of the table and reaches for their hand, Whumpee flinches back. Whumper's mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, and they gently pull one of Whumpee's clenched hands open, placing their own on top. As Whumpee tries to shift away, their grip tightens.

"You should know by now there's no point in fighting me."

That's the cue for a blackout, Whumpee thinks. Their heart skips a beat as they don't. Instead, the dull room seems to brighten, a caleidoscopic mix of sun rays and soft, hued particles of dust. They surround Whumpee like stars, expanding magnificently until they all gather around the still smiling figure in front of them. Whumper's eyes seem to gleam, and Whumpee notices for the first time just how sage flecks are splattered across their brown irises, how their dark hair glows in tints of red in the sun... No. no, no.

When Whumper hands them the flower, they want to smack their hand away, yet their body takes it. Their mouth curls into a smile, and they thank Whumper, their body leaning forward and arms wrapping around Whumper. They want to scream as they feel the embrace tighten. Let me go, Whumpee thinks. And Whumper hears it, Whumpee's certain, as they see a hint of a grin on their face as they pull back.

"You're welcome, Whumpee."

Whumpee's stomach churns- or is it just their mind wishing it could?- when they're pulled to their feet by the hand and they smile wider at their captor. Let me go, they repeat in their mind, but their body doesn't say it. Their body keeps their fingers intertwined with Whumper's, thumb brushing against their knuckles.

"This is my home. Thank you for making me realize it." Their mouth says, and they wish they'd settled for the blackouts.

"You're such a sweetheart," Whumper murmurs. "Let's continue tending to the lillies together."