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smtown-tourist · 3 months ago
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Wow… TaeKey went from matching couple’s bags to matching couple’s underwear real quick
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boxerbriefslvr · 2 years ago
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ykrons · 1 year ago
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sunni-stuff · 1 month ago
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Knight Johnny and Simon tasked with taking care of their kings beloved daughter. She's a gem and deserves nothing but the best in regards to security. A job only they were deemed worthy enough for. The kings daughter, a living treasure, required their constant vigilance.
Failure was not an option.
Your timidity startled them upon introduction. Their king's daughter - so meek? You mumbled, eyes averted, fidgeting with your silk gown.
They anticipated a bolder spirit, akin to your sister. She daily paraded knights Kyle and Price through the village, flaunting them like trophies. Her sharp tongue challenged them at every turn. Yet the duo knew how those knights truly managed their princess behind closed doors.
You were clearly the calmer choice out of the rest.
The first couple days, you gave them no strife, an obedient thing who likes to keep to herself and read in the library. A harmless gem. So why did the other servants regard you with such cautiousness.
"Do not let her fool you." A servant whispers hastily, their steps as quick as their warning.
Johnny scoffs, the warning falling on deaf ears. His princess reigns supreme, unblemished. You? A fragile creature in his eyes - wobbly legs, wide-eyed naivety. Soap erases concerns, leaving only blind adoration.
Across the room, Ghost's eyes narrow. Your fearful gaze meets his, then darts away as if scorched. He silently absorbs the warning, his intense stare lingering.
Innocence's wings concealed mysterious. What laid beneath your angelic facade?
Inside the castles keep, Simon shed his armor, his blunt words filling their shared chamber. "The princess doesn't sit well with the servants. We'd best tread lightly."
Johnny lounged on his bed, eyes closed, arms cradling his head. "These walls thrive on gossip," he retorted. "You, of all people, should know better than to indulge it."
Simon, stripped of his knights garb, turned to face Johnny, a twinge of mirth in his eyes. "Yer just saying that because she's not giving you work."
"A likely assumption."
"Likely? You end up nodding off in the archive with how quiet it is."
"Really now? And what about you getting all red eared when she offers you to sit for tea. You don't say anything then."
The pair continue their banter back and forth, their "friendship" one formed through bonds on the field and off.
Their banter could've lasted the entire night if it weren't for a gentle knock against the wooden door, causing them to halt.
Simon tensed. His first instinct was to reach for his sword, Johnny, however, already made to the entrance. No one ever visited them this late or even had the courtesy to knock. Cautiously, he opened the door, only to be met with you.
Candle in hand. You stood draped in purple silk. Your nightgown's trim trailed behind you. Johnny's eyes met yours briefly, taking in your sweet expression. His gaze then wandered downward, drawn to your décolletage - your breasts pushed up enticingly, spilling over like frothy ale in a brimming tankard.
"Jewel, what are you doing here?" Soap inquired, peeking his head out of the threshold to ensure no one else wandered the halls. "Come inside, it won't do good for your reputation if you're seen."
Johnny's gentle aura drew you near while Simon's barriers held you back. The candle flickered on a nearby table as you approached the stoic knights. Nightfall had brought silence, the servants long gone. Loneliness crept into your room, driving you to seek comfort in the oddest of places. "Might I rest here tonight?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper in the dim chamber.
Johnny crumbled right there. How could he say no to his princess? With a guiding hand pressed against your back tenderly, he leads you further inside. "Of course. You just have to leave before sunrise, my lady."
Clad only in underwear and an incongruous helmet, Simon looked absurd. "Johnny, this is bloody insane," he hissed. "If rumors spread, we're dead men walking. And her reputation? Shattered beyond repair."
Johnny tugs you onto his bed, smirking at Simon. "We'll be stealthy, jewel," he whispers, making room beside him. Your drowsy nod seals the deal. He drapes the covers over you both, triumph gleaming in his eyes. Who would turn down sleeping next to a princess?
Simon's fury simmered beneath the surface. Jealousy and caution warred within him, but he couldn't change the outcome. "Your choice, your consequences," he growled. Snuffing out candles, he retreated. His heavy steps and angry shuffles punctuated the air as he returned to bed, seething silently.
Simon's ears perked up late in the night. A wet sound broke the peace, followed by hushed whispers and moans. Until then, only slumbering knights, watchmen, and crickets disturbed the tranquil darkness. Now, an unsettling change rippled through the air.
"Shh, jewel," Johnny's voice cautioned.
"J-Johnny—I'm trying—"
Simon froze.
Johnny's whisper had pierced the silence and your muffled response - your voice, trembling, sent Simon's heart into a frenzy. His eyes fluttered open behind his helmet. Heart racing, he peered into the darkness, straining to glimpse the unfolding scene. Your stifled moans confirmed his suspicions, sending a shiver down his spine.
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Trying out a new writing style, I don't like the way I write usually bc it seems way too casual? So wordhippo and analyzing some of my favorite writers on here are like toast and butter.
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delirious-donna · 7 months ago
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My Lover’s The Sunlight [Higuruma Hiromi]
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an: a wonderful thought that I simply couldn’t pass over when it was suggested to me, especially as a glasses wearer myself… Hiromi likes it when you keep your glasses on.
pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x female reader
warnings: reader is a glasses wearer, bit of domestic bliss, alcohol mentions, making out turns into much more, NSFW
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The evening had been a pleasant one. Not often did you take the time to cook together these days, more often than not it was hastily thrown together hodgepodge meals or heated up prepackaged food for convenience alone.
It was understandable when you were both so very busy, and it wouldn’t go on forever, that much you knew for a fact. So, to have shared a delicious home cooked meal and a lot of laughter at Hiromi’s supremely lacking culinary finesse, it was a balm for your heart and soul.
With bellies full and good humour in abundance, settling into a nightly routine was as easy as pie. Your latest book rested on your chest, legs up on the couch with your feet in Hiromi’s lap. He massaged the tired arches, rolling his knuckles along the soles and pinching playfully at your wiggling little tootsies. The movie he had stuck on played quietly as background noise to the idle chatter you indulged in, everything was perfectly at peace.
“We should have evenings like this more often,” you mused out loud whilst reaching for your wine glass and taking a long, well deserving sip.
Hiromi agreed with a noise in his throat. His gaze moved from the screen to your face, dipping from your eyes to your mouth, watching as you licked away a stray droplet of cabernet. The hand at your foot moved to your ankle, thumb grazing over your ankle bone before grasping to tug you deeper into the cushions.
You offered a saccharine smile, dripping in honeyed possibilities. “Need something mister lawyer man?”
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It had started innocently enough from that point. Discarding your book in favour of indulging in the spicy heat of your husband’s mouth. His tongue licked across your teeth to curl with yours. Your fingers ran through his thick head of hair, twisting the black strands near the roots just how he liked.
Soon you were sat on his lap, straddling him with your chest flush to his and your hips undulating to rut your pelvis against the bulge that was awakening impressively fast. Hiromi’s hands explored beneath your sweater. Broad palms glided along the length of your sides and his fingertips teased at the lace of your bra, dipping past the cups and tweaking at your nipples to hear your breathy little squeaks.
Hiromi’s kisses moved to your jaw, your neck and your décolleté. His hooked nose nudging insistently at the modest neckline whilst he grabbed at you more firmly, making you gasp.
“Off,” he ordered to your surprise. The bark of the word was so unlike him that you merely blinked for a moment, meeting simmering eyes that told rich tales of how he was going to devour you this evening. “The sweater, please… it’s in the way.”
“You’re lucky you added a please or else I might have said no…” you teased, knowing full well that was not the case. The arousal between your thighs had increased from his tone alone, causing you to clench in anticipation. There would be no refusals, but it was always fun to toy with him a little. A sleek eyebrow rose by reply, Hiromi questioned your certainty and gazed down to where you were mercilessly grinding into him.
Huffing at being caught in the obvious lie, you reached up to remove the glasses from your face only to be stopped. Hiromi’s hand encased your wrist, stroking over the pulse. “Keep these on. I like it when you wear them when we—y’know, when we… fuck.”
Oh.
A jumble of hastily discarded clothes surrounded you. Underwear sticky with arousal obscured the corner of the television, Hiromi’s tie decorated the side table lamp and a stray sock had managed to land in the plant pot by the window. None of it mattered, not when the man beneath you had a mouthful of your breast and was lining himself up for you to sink onto his cock.
You glanced at him over the rim of your glasses, eyes low-lidded and sultry. You were aware your glasses were perched further down your nose than usual, knocked slightly askew from the fervour of shared kisses. Hiromi bucked upwards without thought, his cock slick with precum lost its place at your entrance, slipping to your clitoral hood and adding such sudden pressure and friction against your pert clit that your nails clawed into his shoulders. The chain reaction continued; hot moans muffled around your breast, streaks of red decorated his shoulder down to his chest and you twitched in Hiromi’s hold, desperate to be stretched and filled.
“Hiro—dear god… you’re going to be the death of me! Come… here.”
Reaching between you, the velvet skin of Hiromi’s foreskin rolled back with little effort. Pumping him once then twice, gasping when his teeth sunk a little deeper around your areola, you rose higher and welcome him inside—welcomed him home with a low guttural moan of satisfaction.
You rode him slowly, careful to roll your hips and draw them back enough that only the tip of him remained lodged between your walls. Hiromi hissed through clenched teeth, finally withdrawing from your tender breasts to let his head fall backwards, sweat edging his hairline and the tendons in his neck stark in their strain. His hands pawed at your backside, spreading you further open whilst he watched you through near shut eyelids. Leaning in, your lips claimed his. His hot breath mixed with yours, spurring you to move faster when his stomach contracted, and he whined into the depths of your mouth.
“You—I… oh fuck—fuck! Look at me, lemme see you,” he wailed, his voice an octave higher and filled with urgency.
The second you pulled back to glance at him, he bit savagely into his bottom lip and his eyes travelled between your face and your tits that moved in time with your frantic bouncing. It made you smile, lopsided and punch drunk, seeing your husband still so affected by you after all these years. His cheeks were a ruddy pink, droplets of sweat running from his hair to his jaw and if eyes could look like hearts, then that would be the only way to describe the love and adoration following your every movement.
“Fuck—love you. So much. Fucking goddess… so beautiful,” he slurred enthusiastically.
Hiromi wrapped a hand around the hair he could reach, tugging it into his palm and driving upwards with sudden ferocity. Hiccuping from the unexpected change, you clenched around his length, letting him take over as the pressure in your belly reached the point of no return. Your orgasm broke over you more quickly than expected, the taut stretch of tension snapped in half as pleasure contracted your muscles and made you spasm over and over. He fucked you through it, holding your pliant body to take every impact of his cock drilling into you, angling you so that the soft tissue near your belly cushioned him perfectly.
He was lost to his desires, to his obsession of memorising every line and detail of your blissed out face. Your glasses squint and foggy, eyelids drooped and mouth agape. Your breasts jiggled perfectly, shiny from his spit, tender and swollen from his mouth and how he had bitten and suckled your skin. What pushed him over the edge was the reflection in your lens, his face reflected back to him and the raw adoration more than evident in his expression. He loved you. He loved you much, and he would never able to verbalise it as eloquently as he would like, despite his years of schooling and far from lacking vocabulary.
Everything was perfection to him; you were his everything and he poured the entirety of his essence into the orgasm that shot through him with a sound like a war cry. Only then did he loosen his hold, welcoming you to drape yourself against his panting chest. Boneless and dewy with sweat, your skin tasted salty when his lips found your shoulder and he licked at it like a kitten drinking milk.
“That was…” you panted, trying to catch your breath. “That was something, huh?”
“It was more than just something.” Hiromi kissed your cheeks before returning to your mouth, speaking with his lips ghosting yours. “You’ve really got no idea how sexy I find you, do you?”
His cock twitched, sloppy movements causing you to arch and stretch from the continued fullness of being impaled. Of course you knew, it was written all over his face, but it still made you flush to think about, not least admit.
“I have some idea.”
Hiromi sighed, a happy sigh though he shook his head. “Darling, you have no idea.”
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lolaandthens0me · 1 year ago
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What is your favorite diaper to wear when going out in public?
Any of them because diapers are my underwear. So just like with undies, I have certain diapers for certain occasions. MegaMax for longer stints out and about, Little Kings for when I want to stay cooler and comfier, NorthShore Supremes for when I need a thinner profile, Goodnites or Ninjamas when I’m teaching or taking a yoga class. But I also wear really any diaper I’m in the mood for; I’ve worn all the dips out in public! Those mentioned are just my favorites for being out and about.
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For more out-in-public outfits and peeks:
The Buttonhole Factory
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blackiron11 · 5 days ago
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Be careful what you wish for
Pairing: reader x rio vidal
Trigger warning: body shamming, self harm, suicide attempt, hate self (if you find more, pls let me know)
English is not my first language, etc etc etc. I don't know how to write romance very well either, but I tried. besides, I'm sure I exaggerated the amount of "you" written. I hope you like the story
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You are tired of the daily humiliations and an unhappy life, you want to die. Luckily, a certain Lady Death has a few things to say about your life.
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You come home tired every day. Tired of the humiliations at work, of having to report every mistake made by employees, of your boss yelling at you, all for a mere minimum wage.
You even asked for a salary increase, but he laughed in your face. A promotion would mean that you would have to present yourself to the shareholders and he couldn't allow that, you know why; to get ahead in life, you need to have the right weight and the right face. You don't have that. You know it, your parents know it and your boss knows it, because he looks you up and down, while denying all your dreams.
"But you are a good employee, who knows next year?" he says before you leave. You feel the humiliation run through your veins.
Yes, next year. If your size "L" becomes "XS", if you put on contact lenses and don't wear glasses, if you do facial harmonization. Yes, you have a chance.
Your colleagues don't like you either. They focus on your appearance and the fact that you're too shy and introverted. They've never invited you to Happy Hour after work, or to one of their birthdays either; you don't like drinking, but you've always wanted to fit in.
You decide you don't care. But the truth is that you care so much that it's hurt so bad, and you need to do something to stop this pain.
You also get tired of your parents asking for money or wanting to get a boyfriend to you, never asking how you are or coming to visit you. You get tired of not having friends, or anyone to lean on. You get tired of life.
You sigh as you change your clothes. You always wear long-sleeved shirts and jeans. You don't want anyone to see how ugly you are... inside and out.
You look at yourself in the mirror, only in your underwear. You analyze the cuts on your skin, everywhere you can reach, you made a lot of cuts, especially on your arms and thighs; some are older, most are recent, leaving blood stains on the clothes you wore.
Your reflection stares back at you, looking amused. You hug yourself, trying to hide from your own gaze, but to no avail. You feel dirty, your sagging skin falling apart in tour hands.
In a world where there are Avengers, supreme wizards, witches, heroes and villains, you feel like nothing. You are nobody.
With no desire at all, you take a shower, using a sponge forcefully on your body, as if that would wash away all the extra pounds. Your hard movement causes the fresh cuts to reopen and you see blood going down the drain along with the soap and water. You are numb.
You remember the ways to calm down your therapist taught you, but they don't work. They never did.
When you see your sleeping pills, you decide that this suffering is no longer worth it. You are not worth it. This will be the first and last time you put yourself first.
You won't leave any letters or explanations, it's not necessary. No one will miss you.
You gather all the medicines you can find and put them in the blender along with the alcohol, there's no going back. You know won't be, you don't want to go back.
No amount of stomach pumping will solve it, in case some gossipy neighbor decides to help you. You've made sure of that.
You need peace. If what's necessary for that is for you to face death, you'll do it with a smile on your face.
You put on the first pajamas you find and drink the entire contents of the glass, grimacing and choking as the liquid burns your throat.
Finally, you lie down on your bed one last time, ready for a dreamless sleep, and then, never to wake up again.
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You opened your eyes, still groggy, and found a vision. A woman in a black robe stared at you. You just thought she was beautiful.
Y/N doesn't believe in God; But if there is an afterlife, you always thought you would be punished for killing yourself. At the very least, you are at the Valley of Suicides, and would suffer in mourning for ages. Either that, or you would go to hell.
However, looking at this woman in front of you, you thought you were in paradise.
The figure softened her expression, smiling a little bit, as if she had heard your thoughts, but soon closed herself off.
"Why did you do that?" she asked you, worried.
Y/N couldn't understand where she was or who that woman was... Maybe she was a neighbor? She thinks she's never seen you in her life, but her vision betrays you, completely blurred.
"I didn't mean to," you answered automatically, not used to someone talking to you for more than five minutes.
The woman didn't believe you. Rio saw your arms and the scarred cuts, but chose not to comment; she didn't want to scare you.
It wasn't the first time Rio had been called to a death by suicide and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but you were intriguing. Usually the others had someone by their side, but you were alone. She didn't want to leave you like this, not when you looked so fragile.
"Who are you?" Your conscience was leaving you, but you wanted to understand.
"I'm Lady Death , my dear." Rio approached you. "I'm here, because you called me."
Was that supposed to make sense? No coherent thought was going through your mind, the various medicines you had swallowed doing their job.
"Am I still alive?" You asked rhetorically, before your body shut down from the pressure.
Rio sighed, wondering where she had gotten herself into.
As the natural order of all things, she could simply heal you and leave, but that wouldn't solve anything. Death can't heal someone's psyche; and once your senses returned, you would try to kill yourself again. Rio couldn't let that happen. She would help you, even if it meant saving you from yourself.
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For weeks, Rio healed your stomach and your injuries a little at a time, and you were getting better, with no more risk of complications because of it in the future.
She would make you food, wake you up and help you to eat, staying with you until you fell asleep again, your body still very weak.
She started to notice you more, how you slept peacefully, the dimples that formed on your face when you smiled, or how your eyes looked at her curiously, even though you couldn't hold a coherent conversation for long.
You don't remember any of this. Your consciousness came and gone the whole time.
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Until one day, you woke up completely lucid. On autopilot, you went to get ready for work and saw yourself in the mirror. You were horrified when you remembered...
You...were alive? You're not even good enough to kill yourself, my God! How is that possible?
You wanted to scream, throw yourself off the building, hit your head hard against the wall until blood came out, anything. You were confused, your mind was all jumbled up. You had planned everything!! Did someone save you??? Why would someone do this?
You were going to puke. You ran to the bathroom, trying to hold on to the walls, shaking. You needed to calm down. You needed to understand what was happening.
The easiest thing to calm you down was your old friend; but when you made the first cut, you noticed that all the others were missing.
No. No. NO!
This can't be happening. It's a nightmare, right? A medication-induced nightmare. Soon it will all pass and you will be dead. Just as it should be.
Meanwhile, you made all the cuts you could, your hand shaking more and more. It didn't work, you hadn't calmed down.
You got up with unsteady steps and went to the kitchen, looking for a knife. You couldn't find one. You also didn't notice the presence behind you, until she spoke to you, her tone mild.
"You need to stop this, Y/N."
Rio was collecting some bodies from the other side of the world, when she felt a tug towards you. You needed her. She hoped it wasn't too late.
"Leave me alone," you shouted, feeling your eyes water. Rio tried to get closer to you, but you backed away. It took you a while to remember who she was, but the clothes she was wearing helped. Death... you almost didn't believe it. You felt betrayed. The only being you thought would truly welcome you with open arms took everything you had; including your reminders.
"You... You saved me," you accused her. Rio had the decency to look guilty. "You took away my free will, you healed me without my permission! You hurt me more than anyone else, you took everything I had." Y/N cried freely now. Tears blurred her vision.
Rio knew what you were talking about. It hurt her that you felt that way. She never wanted to hurt you, only to help you. Lady Death wished she had permission to kill everyone who hurt you throughout your life.
"You don't need them, Y/N." Rio still spoke softly, you could barely hear her.
"Why do you care?"
"I... I fell in love with you." Rio admitted what she had been thinking for days. At some point while taking care of you, she fell in love. Death had never loved anyone before.
Y/N stared at her, motionless. Then, she laughed.
"Is this some kind of joke?" she asked when she caught her breath. Rio shook her head. "Some kind of dirty game between the cosmic entities to attract the weak human's attention?" Rio shook her head once more.
"Seriously, look at me," you shouted, not understanding.
And Rio looked at you. Even with your face red from crying so much, even with the fresh cuts and so much self-loathing, Death found you beautiful.
"I'm looking at," Rio whispered. His heart heavy with your suffering.
"No!" Y/N thought Rio didn't understand. "Look at me!," you shouted with contempt this time. "How can someone like you fall for something like this?" you pointed to yourself.
Rio saw you, she understood you more than you remember. You talked a few times, even with the loose and incoherent words, Death heard you. And she was saddened by every word you said. With the self-loathing that society forced upon you at every step of your life.
Vidal didn't know how to calm you down, so she did the only thing that came to her mind at the moment. She ran to you, grabbed your face and kissed you on the mouth.
It was just a light brush of lips. Rio wanted to show you that she liked you, but you hadn't stopped talking. She wanted you to listen now.
"I see you, S/N" the woman in front of you tried to wipe away your tears, in vain. They kept coming freely. "I see you and I understand you" you found yourself relaxing your face towards the hand that caressed you. "I want to kill all those idiots who once hurt you, because you, Y/N Y/S, are an incredible woman. And not a "it thing", I am sure".
You wanted to complain, but Rio didn't let you. She wasn't finished.
"S/N, you're so sweet, so selfless, you have such a good heart" Rio continued. "Never believe anyone who tells you otherwise, because you are beautiful. Beautiful inside and out. Your life is worth living" by the look she gave you, you saw the truth in her eyes. She truly believed the words she said, even if you didn't. "I think you are the prettiest girl in the world, and The Death doesn't lies, sweetie".
Y/N couldn't answer, your body gave out and you passed out. Rio caught you before you fell and carried you to your bed.
"It's okay, my love" Rio whispered, kissing you on the forehead "I can be strong for both of us, until you make it"
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You woke up completely healed. Rio would leave you alone now, if you wish. It would break her heart, but she wanted you happy.
You didn't need to look around to know she was still there.
"Are you ever going to leave?" You stood up, sitting up.
"Only if you want to" Rio approached you, this time you didn't back away, but you didn't answer her.
With the physical healing, you began to remember the previous weeks and found yourself enjoying her presence; the moments you spent together. A smile escaped your lips and it did not go unnoticed by Rio.
"May I?" Vidal pointed to the space next to you and you nodded. You felt the bed sink with the new weight, and you looked down at your hands; you were suddenly embarrassed, very aware of yesterday's closeness.
"Thank you," you thanked, realizing that the cuts from yesterday were still present on your skin.
Rio nodded. "I apologize for before, I shouldn't have done that without your permission, if they were important to you."
Rio didn't apologize for saving your life. That, she didn't regret it for a second. She would do it again if she had to, but Rio really hoped it was the first and last time.
Y/N didn't answer, instead asking another question.
"Do you really like me?" You were afraid of the answer, both the "yes" and the "no."
"Yes, I do." That simple sentence made Y/N look into Vidal's soft eyes. You saw the same thing as yesterday: Unconditional love. You still.don't know how it's possible for Death to fall in love with someone like you, "And I want to be with you."
You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it. Everything that had happened to you flashed through your mind.
"The heart doesn't choose who it falls in love with, Y/N." Rio realized that you were afraid of getting hurt again, maybe it would be better to leave you alone.
"You don't have to answer, dear. I won't take up any more of your time." Death stood up, ready to leave and never see you again, if that was what you wanted.
"Wait..." you asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper, "stay." You grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly.
Rio turned around and listened carefully.
"I... I like your company." you continued.
The "I like you too" was still stuck in your throat. You couldn't say it yet, it was too early. Fortunately, Death is a patient being.
"And from what I remember these past few weeks, I had a lot of fun with you," you sighed. "But I can't return your love." You looked at the floor, embarrassed. "I don't know how to love someone or be loved, I don't even know how to love myself."
Rio was silent for a few minutes. Y/N was sure she had lost her chance at happiness.
"Oh, darling," Rio knelt in front of you and caressed your face, softly. You could get used to this every day. "I can teach you to love yourself, like I love you...if you let me. I want to spend my eternity by your side."
Her eyes were so beautiful and bright, you could get lost in their immensity. You could love her over time, you know that. You just have to let yourself.
You nodded slightly and Rio smiled, moving closer.
"May I?" She asked for the second time that day, but this time it was to kiss you. You smiled, taking the initiative now.
It would be a long journey for the two of you, with some ups and downs, but Y/N would never feel hated again. Rio Vidal would kill everyone before they had the chance to hurt you.
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tofu83 · 2 months ago
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What men bred for
4. Stallions and Cows
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Countless transparent glass columns are filled with milky white liquid. The liquid surges and gradually recedes, and white figures appear from them.
Now in each column is a smooth, hairless, muscular male figure without genitals. The color of figure’s skin gradually deepens from completely white to normal skin color. Then, the hair and the genital grows, and the figure becomes indistinguishable from a real person.
A strong gust of wind blew through the columns, leaving the men dry and clean. There was a beep in the room and they all opened eyes, the glass of the tube also retracting into the floor. Countless men who looked exactly the same stepped out of the platform, turned left, and walked towards another room.
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The two "wild earthlings" escorted by the security drones were shocked by the sight in front of them.
"You were cultivated in this factory, but not in this cloning room. Only the best individuals will be cloned and directly made into adult individuals for rapid shipment." The drones explained to them in a monotone, emotionless voice.
"And you are prey-type humans who were raised from infants to adults using traditional methods, and then released into the wild for hunting. You do not have the memory here because according to regulations, all products leaving the factory must have their memories erased."
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Before the two humans could understand the information they heard, a naked man wearing a helmet walked past them with two armored men wearing the same helmet.
"They are the latest products: Space Patrollers. They will be partially mechanized and equipped with armor before leaving the factory to adapt to the harsh environment of outer space. The one in the middle should be considered "the best of the best", so the mechanization process was stopped. He will be modified into a "Stallion" and he will provide his semen to create excellent clones until he die."
" Yet you two are an inferior breed that does not know how to obey your alien masters. You cannot become soldiers, guards or other useful characters, except used as nothing but food." the security drones said.
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"However, the R&D director of the factory believes that even wild low-level species like yours can be domesticated, so he arranged this factory tour for you."
The two prisoners were taken to the next room, which contained a row of huge glass tanks filled with milky white liquid, a super muscular man wearing a helmet and covered in black rubber armor, and a group of men wearing helmets, boots and metal briefs.
"What you see is the Bellwether and a whole herd of Cows. The screens on the inside of their helmets are playing scenes of human sexual intercourse in a loop, and the metal underwear constantly stimulates their genitals and arseholes, keeping them on the edge of climax for a long time.
The difference is: the semen of the Cows is of high quality and can be used as high-quality nutrition for the alien masters. They should fill the entire tanks with semen every day;
The Bellwether is responsible for managing the entire herd of dairy cows. Their own semen is of poor quality, but their desire for semen is so strong that they are not allowed to ejaculate but are fed semen as a reward for their work.”
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"So why are the masters showing us this?" one of the prisoners asked tremblingly.
"It is a very good start for you to start calling 'Masters'. You will make preliminary adjustments, put on the mind control helmet, and assist the R&D director in the laboratory as a 'Quality Control Assistant' for one month. The earthlings who can serve as the Master's personal assistant is supreme glory."
"And after that?"
"After one month, your helmets will be removed, and the R&D director will review your degree of domestication to determine whether you can become better individuals, or you can only be destroyed."
Before the two prisoners could react, they were put on helmets. A spiral appeared in front of their eyes. The director's whispers sounded in their ears. At the same time, they also felt a device being installed on their groin, giving them a comfortable feeling.
The drone released the two prisoners, trembling with pleasure at the "reward" the armor had given them.
The two prisoners, now "Temporary Drones", were completely hypnotized, controlled by the helmet's instructions, and walked towards the quality control room like robots.
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rubberizer92 · 7 months ago
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In the heart of Rome, at the prestigious drone center, aspiring recruits gathered for the application day, each man eager to prove himself worthy of joining the ranks of the rubber-clad drones. As they entered the center, they were greeted by the stern faces of the interviewers, their eyes sharp and penetrating, assessing each candidate with a critical gaze.
The first exam tested their physical capabilities and mental loyalty to obey and accept further mind control. In a vast training hall, the candidates were put through a series of rigorous exercises designed to push their bodies to the limit.
Their muscles strained against the tight fabric of their clothing, the sweat glistening on their skin as they pushed themselves to their absolute edge. With each movement, their bodies rippled with power, the definition of their muscles accentuated by the sleek rubber outfits they wore.
Once the physical exam was complete, those who passed were ushered into a separate room, where they were instructed to strip down to their underwear. The air crackled with anticipation as the recruits shed their clothes, revealing their toned, muscular bodies to the eager eyes of the interviewers.
With bated breath, they donned the tight glossy rubber outfits provided, the material clinging to their skin like a second skin. Every curve and contour of their bodies was accentuated by the sleek fabric, their movements fluid and graceful as they adjusted to the sensation of being encased in rubber from head to toe.
As they stood before the interview panel, their bodies pulsating with energy and determination, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey to becoming rubber-clad drones. And with each passing moment, they felt a sense of excitement and anticipation building within them, knowing that they were one step closer to joining the elite ranks of the rubberized society.
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In the dimly lit room of the drone center, the chosen recruits were ushered into a space where the air hummed with anticipation. Here, they would undergo the final stage of their transformation, a process that would cement their loyalty to the rubberized society and prepare them for the tasks ahead.
As they settled into their seats, the recruits were surrounded by monitors displaying swirling patterns and flashing lights, designed to induce a state of deep relaxation and receptivity. Around them, the low hum of machinery filled the air, as unseen forces worked to reprogram their minds and reshape their thoughts.
One by one, the recruits were guided into a state of deep trance, their minds open and receptive to the commands of the Voice. Through a series of carefully crafted mantras, they were programmed to chant words of loyalty, obedience, and arousal, their voices blending together in a hypnotic chorus that filled the room.
"Rubber is our master, our guide," they intoned, their voices low and reverent. "In its embrace, we find our purpose, our pleasure, our destiny."
With each repetition, the recruits felt their minds opening further, their thoughts becoming aligned with the desires of the rubberized society. They were no longer individuals, but vessels for the will of the Voice, ready to serve without question or hesitation.
And as the final echoes of the mantras faded into the air, the recruits knew that they were ready. Ready to don their glossy rubber suits and venture out into the world as fully fledged drones, their minds and bodies attuned to the commands of their masters.
For those who had passed the final test, there would be no turning back. They were now part of something greater than themselves, part of a society where rubber reigned supreme, and obedience was the highest virtue. And as they prepared to take their place among the ranks of the rubber-clad drones, they knew that their lives would never be the same again.
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As the final 1% of candidates were ushered into the next room, a palpable tension hung in the air. They moved in unison, their bodies throbbing with arousal and obedience, the tight layer of rubber sealing their bulges, exposing their arousal without allowing them any relief.
With each step, the glossy rubber suits they wore seemed to come alive, quivering with anticipation. Slowly, inexorably, the rubber began to crawl up their necks and faces, enveloping them in its tight embrace.
Their minds filled with a euphoric haze as they surrendered to the transformation, fully embracing their new identity as rubber-clad drones. For the next three years, they would serve the rubberized society with unwavering devotion, guided by the Voice and bound by the unbreakable bonds of glossy rubber. And as they disappeared into the depths of the drone center, their bodies pulsating with desire and obedience, they knew that their lives would never be the same again.
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alexendria-rose · 4 months ago
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I have a request
Can we see a submissive Stephen Strange story?
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Like what you see?~
Stephen Strange X Reader
Warnings: PURE SMUT!! UNHOLY anyways; p in v, choking, sub Stephen with a hint of dom him, cock sucking, cussing.
Summary: Stephen comes back whining about work, and Y/n has the perfect idea to forget why he was whining in the first place-well whining about that certain situation...
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“Did I ever mention how much I loath Thanos?” Stephen huffs walking into their shared room at the Sanctum. Y/n looks up from her book to look at Stephen eyebrows knit together.
“My love, I think everyone hates him.” She laughs softly placing the book down on the side table before criss crossing her legs on the bed.
“Yeah but I really hate him, wong as sorcerer supreme! That was my spot.” He says plopping himself on his lovely girlfriend’s lap. Y/n rolls her eyes playing with his hair making sure not to mess it up so much.
“So you’re mad at Thanos because of that?” She just giggled leaning back against the bed. He looks up at her with puppy dog eyes.
“Yes.” He states his eyes fluttering close as she massages his head. Y/n laughed softly.
“Oh poor baby, I’m so sorry the blip affected you getting sorcerer supreme.” She fake pouted, Stephen sees right through that groaning and rolling his eyes.
“I don’t feel comforted.” He mumbles moving his eyes away from her as he pouts. Oh people would absolutely died laughing if they found out how soft Stephen was in front of her.
"Oh do you want to feel comforted? I have a few ideas in mind." She says softly tracing his lips a small smirk planted on her face. Stephen grins moving his hand to trace her wrist.
"I do like the sound of that." He mumbles his eyes never leaving hers. She bites her lower lip leaning foreword before capturing his lips with hers in a heated passion. He groans from the taste of her lips a slight whimper escaping his mouth. Y/n just smirks against his lips moving her hands to cup his cheeks, moving her body to straddle him instead- his back against the bed. He goes to grip her hips, she pulls back from the kiss grabbing his wrist.
"Nope, I didn't say you can touch me sweetheart." She smirks, his eyes widen at her comment, feeling himself get a hard at her words. She quirks an eyebrow at him, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh are you excited for me Mr. Strange?" He takes a shattered breath nodding his head slowly.
"I need you, really badly." He was able to choke out. Her hands making its way down to his shirt(luckily he wasn't wearing his normal outfit) she brushes her fingers teasingly against his skin noticing his breath hitching at the contact. She pulls his shirt off, watching his chest rise and fall. She connects her lips on his chest his breath wavering slightly as she moves her lips down near his lower stomach just above his pants. "F-Fuck." He gasped out, she knew he was sensitive right here so she drew it out more by creating love bites on his lower stomach. He wanted to grip her hair so bad, but also wanted to obey her by not touching her, letting her work her magic on him. She slowly unbuttons his jeans before sliding them down his legs. She looked down at the bulge begging to come out of his boxers.
"Awh look at you, its basically begging me." She taunts flicking her tongue. He swallows hard his Adams apple bobbing.
"Please, I need you." He begs his eyes begging and full of want. She moves her hands to his underwear band before pulling them off, his cock flinging out as soon as she does. She could basically already see the pre-cum leaking out. She just smiled moving her head down, her eyes never leaving his.
"I give you permission to touch my head but that's it." She murmurs before using her mouth to take him whole. He brings his hands to her hair gripping on it softly but his body shuddered under her; his hips slightly bucking at the wetness of her mouth.
"F-Fuck." He sputters his mouth going dry from the way he kept his mouth opened. He whimpered lightly at the way she swirled her tongue around his length and the way she hollowed her cheeks in. She began to move her head up and down his length to create more friction. He groaned and moaned loudly at the way she took him with such ease and grace. He felt himself so close to the edge his grip on her hair tugging on it harder, instead she pulls her head back wiping her mouth, he whined at the lost of contact. She just chuckles.
"Mr. Strange be patient. Don't you want to cum in me?" She smirked standing up from the bed removing her shirt and pants revealing her lace bra and underwear knowing this was most likely going to happen. His eyes move up and down her body, his eyes never leaving out a inch of it. "You like what you see?" She taunts crawling on top of him. He just nods watching the way she crawled back on top of him. "Well since you like it so much-" She moves her panties off to the side before sliding herself down onto his cock. He groaned his head rolling back as his hips bucked up which let out a moan out of her lips.
"F-Fuck so perfect." He choked out, his eyes traveling back to her chest, the push up in the bra making her breast look fantastic to view. God lace looked so good on her- he thought. She just grinned adjusting to his length before moving her hips and down. His moans and whimpers becoming louder. "G-God oh my fuck." He grunts out his eyes rolling back at the way she felt so good to him, wet and tight just for him.
"See? Who would want to cum in a mouth, when you've got this tight pussy just for you." She says dissolving herself in the pleasure fluttering her eyes close as soft moans escape her lips.
"S-Shit Y/n." He moves his hands to her hips gripping on them so tightly his hands turn white from the grip. She chuckles not moving his hands knowing herself she enjoyed the touch. She moves her hands down to his throat her hands wrapping around it softly, as she started moving her hips faster.
"Fuck me like I'm the only pussy you want." She moans out as soon as those words left her mouth, his grip on her hips tightens before thrusting himself up in her deeper groaning every time he hit her G-spot. She gasped out at him hitting just the right spot, the sound of slapping skin bouncing off the walls. She feels herself tighten around him-very close to her edge.
"C-Can I cum, please?" He begs his eyes gazing at hers, she bites her lip to stop the whimpers coming out seeing Stephen this sub and soft in front of her made her so weak and her pussy tighten as she thought about it.
"F-Fuck." She whimpers out nodding out a quick yes. He moves his hips faster until he reaches his climax, her following swiftly feeling his warm seed enter her, his body shaking and shuddering underneath her. She rides out his orgasm before removing herself off of him flopping herself next to him, feeling her legs just shake slightly. She hears him chuckle deeply.
"Wow." He murmurs out turning his body to face her propping his elbow up before resting his hand on his palm, his eyes traveling up and down her body. She just smiles brightly.
"Your such a good boy." She smirks winking at him. He growls lowly.
"Keep it up baby girl, and I'll show you who can also be such a little sub." He smirk moving his hand to smack her ass. She gasped at the contact whining softly. "Exactly my point." He lifts her chin with his index finger. "Now I won't say I didn't enjoy that, but you are the only living soul that can know that." She gulps lightly nodding, the dominance slowly fading away. He smirks' lightly.
"Good girl."
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babygorewhore · 1 year ago
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“Did I do good?” Kyle Spencer.
WARNINGS! Male masterbation. Fem reader. Oral! Fem receiving. Praise. Rough movement! Language. Witch! Reader. Humping.
You flicked your wrist, turning off your lamp as you grew tired of the night. Your day was filled with learning spells and rituals and history with the supreme. Your speciality was telekinesis and mind control. Something you practiced with permission of course. You turned over but heard shuffling down the hall. You assumed it was Madison who was more preoccupied with applying lip gloss than being friends.
Which you didn’t mind, you didn’t like her anyway. You fell asleep to the storm outside but as the hours past, you didn’t notice a blonde boy stumble inside your room, curious about you. He had learned to speak again thanks to the other witches but he was originally too shy to approach you. But he found you to be awfully pretty with your hair and pretty eyes. And luxurious lips that he wanted.
He sunk onto the floor and he looked at your sleeping form on the bed as you breathed. You weren’t bothered by the storm at all. He watched you intently as you moved onto your back, your oversized hoodie moving up as your free leg curled around the blanket. It was bare. His breath hitched as he watched you move. He didn’t do it often, but he started palming himself. Grunting at the contact as he imagined your hand on his dick.
You shifted in your sleep, sighing softly as a noise caught your attention as you dreamed of spells. You squinted in the dark, sensing someone in there with you. You noticed Kyle, the man who assisted the witches. He was quiet but loyal. You overheard that he was brought back from the dead. He had carried your bags earlier to your room.
He made a noise of pleasure and you immediately blushed. What was he doing? He moaned louder and it dawned on you. He was jerking off. You settled back into the blankets and tried to ignore him. What you didn’t realize was that Kyle noticed you were awake and wandered over to you, still hard and tense. He settled beside you on the bed and started to lean down.
“Kyle, wait a minute.” You pressed a hand to his chest and sat up again.
His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes grew sad. His lips drew into a pout. “You-You scared of me?” You eased your hand and now it was gently tracing the open skin of his chest.
“No, I’m not scared. I’m just a little tired that’s all.” You responded with a smile. “You woke me up.”
“Sorry.” He tucked his hands onto his lap, still hard. “Can-Can-Can you help-me?” Your eyes widened and you immediately zeroed in on his crotch. You were nervous. You weren’t sure of the best way to please him.
His hands wrapped around his dick, through his boxers inside his hands. “Pl-please. To-Touch me. Plea-please?” He was whimpering against your neck, pressing sloppy kisses against the skin. You cleared your throat and tried to focus.
You reached down and fumbled inside his pajamas grey pants. You felt his large dick that was swollen and leaking with precum. You gently started moving your hand up and down, his naturally provided lube aiding your movements. He shuddered and started rutting against your hand. Moaning and whimpering, his kisses grew more messy, landing on your breast over your shirt.
“Mmm,” He said against your ear. Your core pulled as is hands griped your thighs. Roaming freely, over the bare flesh and twitched over your covered pussy.
Kyle licked up your neck, sucking at your jaw. “Fuck.” You muttered as he humped your hand.
He stopped abruptly and you paused, his contact gone. “Need-Need-“ He started and you waited patiently.
Kyle leaned forward and pushed you back a little too hard. His hands tugged down your underwear, the watch patch sticking as he tossed them aside. “What is it, Kyle?” You breathed.
“Taste-Taste you.” He pleaded and dived down. “Need you.” Now, you knew what he meant.
He lapped at your pussy, kitten licking the clit as he bobbed his head side to side. His fingernails dug into your hips and thighs as he sucked at your clit, his tongue dragging up and down to your entrance and curling inside you. He started at the top then slurped down the bottom, before harshly devouring you. His teeth gently grazed your folds.
“Jesus, fuck.” You moaned as your hips bucked. He was being relentless with his tongue. He reached down with his other hand and starting tugging at himself. At the same time.
“Let me touch you,” You offered but he immediately tensed.
“No, taste you.” He complained and you settled back. Your knees pressing against his head.
His blonde hair moved as his tongue flicked at your clit. You were growing close as the sensation clenched inside your stomach. Pressure starting building. No one had ever tasted you like this. As if he wanted to crawl inside your skin. He spit and drooled over your pussy as he continued his assault.
“Taste-Taste good.” He whispered as you climaxed, exploding with cum all over his mouth and chin. It dripped as he kept eating at you and you finally pushed him off, needing a break from his mouth.
“Thank you, Kyle.” You said to him, reaching to touch his dick but he shook his head. His pants wet. He came just from eating your pussy.
“Hug?” He asked and you opened your arms. He settled his head on your chest and snuggled deeper against you. “Did I-I-do good?” He stuttered and you kissed the top of his head.
“Yes, you did so good, Kyle. Good boy.” He sighed at the praise and drifted to sleep.
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sinsmockingbird · 7 months ago
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Speaking about attires, any thoughts on Zoya's Supreme Negotiation attire, Cinnabar's Courteous Call attire and Chelsea's Moonlight Rendezvous attire (separately) would be strongly appreciated... You know it starts so fancy and ends up so steamy and delightful 🤭
LOOK SO GOOD | Zoya (Supreme Negotiation), Cinnabar (Courteous Call), Chelsea (Moonlight Rendezvous)
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PAIRING: Zoya x Afab!Reader, Cinnabar x Afab!Reader, Chelsea x Afab!Reader
WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Reader(s), Sub!Character(s), Dom!Character, Trans!Zoya, Jealousy (Zoya), Marking (Zoya), Rough Fucking (Zoya), Grinding (Cinnabar), Dry Humping (Cinnabar), Clothed Sex (Cinnabar), Cunnilingus (Chelsea), Begging (Chelsea)
AUTHORS NOTE: Oh, I have many thoughts on those three's attires. So much so that please enjoy these free mini fics on them.
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✧ ZOYA (Supreme Negotiation)
IT WAS rare for you to ever accompany Zoya to any sort of negotiation, but this time was different. It was being held at a lavish event, and with your experience with the elites, your girlfriend thought it would be good to have you there and charm the people the Legion were negotiating with. You had accepted without a second thought, not expecting that going would lead to this situation.
"Z-Zoya, please-!" You tried, but were quickly cut off by the woman slamming her lips against yours, silencing you while keeping you pinned against the round table that had just held over 20 people.
"Fucking hate elitists, thinking they can have what's mine," Zoya growled, while pushing her cock into you without much warning, causing you to throw your head back and let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain.
Seeing some stuck-up older guy flirting and touching you during the negotiations set something off in Zoya. She had ended everything prematurely, ushering everyone out of the room before slamming the door closed and locking it. You hadn't been able to register what she was doing before she had you pinned.
"Zoya!" You threw your head back against the table, a broken moan falling from your lips as Zoya began to mark up your neck while fucking you nice and deep, her nails lightly digging into your thighs as she kept you perfectly spread out for her.
"You're mine! What do those fuckers think when they think they can have you!?" Zoya is ranting, her anger on full display while she thrusts her cock deeper and deeper into you, your walls tightening around her length making her grunt.
"Yours! I'm yours!" You sob, trying to reassure the angry woman, but the only way you were going to get her to calm down was letting her fuck her jealously out onto you and allow her to fill you up with her cum.
✧ CINNABAR (Courteous Call)
"MY HANDSOME Prince Charming," You cooed softly, leaning down to press tender kisses against the woman's face who was lying under you, looking dapper in the outfit she was wearing. She was your own personal prince at the moment.
Cinnabar flushed at your words, a small sound falling from her lips as she felt your knee press harder against her core through her pants. Her eyes were screwed shut, face contorted in embarrassment and pleasure as you encouraged her to grind down onto your knee/thigh.
"You're so pretty," You stated, running a hand through her short cropped hair, moving some of it out of her face, allowing you to see how red her face was. She really did look so enchanting like this, dressed like a prince and all for your eyes. "Come on, grind harder for me, darling."
"Y/N-" Cinnabar tried to mutter your name before stopping and shuddering as you pressed harder against her core. Her pussy throbbed with need, her underwear already soaked through with her arousal. Why did you have to look so enchanting yourself and tease her all night until you finally got home?
"Please, can you touch me?" Cinnabar begged, her voice so small as she looked up at you with pleading eyes, needing to feel your fingers or your mouth on her throbbing core instead of just grinding uselessly onto your thigh.
"If that's what my Prince wants... who am I to deny you?" You smiled, kissing her softly on the lips while your hands moved down to begin undoing her pants.
✧ CHELSEA (Moonlight Rendezvous)
WHEN YOU had gotten an invitation from Chelsea for a banquet she was hosting at her manor, you took it graciously. You had dressed up in your best dress, perfected your makeup, preparing yourself to be among the elites of DisCity, but you were shocked to find that you were at a banquet for two- the other person being none other than the woman who invited you.
"F-Fuck... come on, work that tongue of yours faster," Chelsea whined, a hand tangled in your now messy, undone hair, tugging at it while her perfectly manicured nails scraped against your scalp.
You looked up at her, on your knees between her legs, her tights torn and panties discarded, showing off her glistening pussy that you currently had your tongue shoved into. At her words, you stilled your tongue, making her whine and press her hips forward, seeking out your tongue.
"I didn't hear a please," You stated, pulling slightly away from in-between her legs, making her whine louder, and try to push your head back to the place it was previously.
"Y/N, come onnnn, don't do this to me!" Chelsea whined, pouting and looking down at you with pleading eyes. You knew how much it made Chelsea struggle when you'd stop or edge her in these moments.
You raised an eyebrow up at her, making her whimper while huffing in distaste, her nails digging into your scalp in annoyance, only making you wince in pain before you heard her begin to beg, "Please, Y/N! Please keep eating me out, I need your mouth on me!"
"Good girl," You smirk, before moving your head back between her legs and latching your mouth back onto her slick pussy.
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ENDING NOTES: These were supposed to be purposefully short, but enjoy this little bit of content for these three.
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killerlookz · 1 day ago
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i hope this doesn’t put any pressure on you because its not meant to at all but can u give us a preview of anything in your drafts 🥲
yes! absolutely i can <3 here's an extra long preview bc i haven't published anything in a hot min:
preview of the heartbeat!au "honeymoon phase" fic:
warnings: rpf below, do not proceed if you dont fw that but this is in rpf tags so why were you even here to begin with
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The light of your phone sears into your eyes, a start contrast from the dark of your bedroom. By now your circadian rhythm undoubtedly in deep disarray. However bad you knew staying up way into the early hours of the morning was, you couldn't seem to rip yourself from the distraction of the blue light, perfectly coded algorithms keeping your anxieties at bay.
For the last week of your life your usual peaceful sleep had been ripped through by horrific nightmares, leading you to prefer to just skip sleeping all together. Of course, you knew that wasn't exactly possible, but maybe if you could just avoid falling asleep until the sun came up you could finally be freed of those dreaded night terrors.
The mattress dips beside you, a groan falling from Joost's lips, peacefully asleep next to you. It had been hours since you had said goodnight to each other, since he kissed you with the promise that you two would soon would be deep in slumber. You hadn't bothered to tell him about your nightmare issue, it had felt so childish. You had only been together for a few months now, your relationship seeming far too fresh to deal out what you had deemed "embarrassing" information. Besides, what was he to do about that? It wasn't like he had the power to change the workings of your subconscious mind.
The comforter slips from Joost's shoulders as he shuffles in his sleep, rolling from one side to another, now facing you. You finally pull yourself from your endless scrolling, turning your head to get a look at Joost. He's illuminated just right by the sliver moonlight that peaks through your curtains. The corners of your mouth peak in a slight smile, a rush a warmth running through you as your eyes finally settle on him.
You couldn't believe your luck with him, desperate for friends outside of your classmates after making the leap of faith to transfer schools and move to a different country for your final year of university. You'd been working as a waitress in Amsterdam, which, all things considered wasn't an ideal position for you, given your less than stellar Dutch, but locals were usually sympathetic to your situation, and tourists hardly spoke Dutch anyway. The day you had met Joost had started as what you had postulated to be the worst shift of your life. Hungover during a rush that seemed to last for hours, constantly seated with the most impossible to please customers. Once you were out of the weeds you had been seated with what you were promised to be your last table of the night, trying your best to suppress a groan and an eye roll as you walked up to the table, your eyes immediately falling to Joost, who had been there with what you would eventually learn were his closest friends.
You had thought you known the type, unruly hair, and scattered tattoos, dressed head-to-toe in Supreme, a cocky smile pressed to his lips. Attractive no doubt, but a type. The type that was undoubtably too interested in the Soundcloud rap scene, probably attempting to make it in that space too as a cheap rip-off of Lil Peep. The type to blow all his money on what streams his mediocre raps did get on box-logo shirts and supreme branded underwear. You could already hear the surface-level introspection of his lyrics, writing about how sad and heartbroken he'd been left by all the girls in his life when in reality he was nothing more than a fuckboy with a shitty nail polish job.
Being young and living in a city you had seen the type before, served the type more than a handful of times since you had started your job. They were always the same, traveled in large groups, like that was their "entourage", usually loud, demanding, and obnoxious, thinking their 2,000 Soundcloud streams, hundred dollar T-shirts and knock-off designer shoes made them a celebrity. They'd flirt with you and act aghast when you dared not to flirt back with them.
You had thought you known the type. But when you had gone up to begin helping his table, your previous perceptions had immediately been shattered- immediately becoming even more attractive upon your realization that he wasn't the worst. There was a quiet flirting underneath his goofy- yet reserved demeanor, the type of flirting you didn't mind and eventually reciprocated when he'd become a regular.
It was apparent that you had gotten the fuckboy thing all wrong. When he had finally got the courage to ask you out he hadn't even seen particularly in a hurry to sleep with you, though that wouldn't stop you from giving it up that night.
As Joost softly snores from beside you, you can't help but want nothing more than to be fitted snuggly between his arms, head pressed to his chest- listening to his heartbeat as you fall into a deep, peaceful sleep. But your current aversion to sleeping aside, you can't bring yourself to potentially wake him to do so.
You take your eyes from him, focusing back on the harsh light that burns into your retinas, continuing your scrolling, barely distracted by another long groan leaving Joost's lips.
"Ga slapen," (go to sleep) His voice surprises you, slow and thick with sleep- you hadn't expected him to be awake.
"Hmm?" You hum, pretending to not have heard him, you set your phone down on the bedside table and focus your attention to Joost.
"Hoe lat is het?" (What time is it?) He yawns, struggling to open his eyes.
You don't want to answer, knowing he'll question you on why you're up so late.
"Go back to sleep," You coo, hoping he'll be tired enough to listen without any resistance. You reach out a hand, slowly carding your fingers through his hair. You lift some pieces that had gotten stuck to his forehead with sweat, Joost was the type to overheat in his sleep, furiously kicking the blankets off of the two of you in the middle of the night, or perhaps worse rolling over onto you while he slept, causing you to suffocate in his humid body heat.
"Nhn, nhn." He tuts, his eyes finally opening entirely, "Je kan niet zomaar (You can't just)- Nhn, You can't just rub my head back to sleep." English finally coming back to him as he sits himself up against the pillows, his head now at your shoulder height in your upright position.
"I tried," A small smile pokes at your lips.
"Why are you awake?" His questioning isn't interrogative, still clearly very sleepy as he nuzzles his head into the pillow, "What time is it?" He asks again.
"I don't know," You mumble, your voice dipping out, answering more-so the latter question.
"You can't lie to me," Joost presses his forehead to your arm, snuggling in to you. How true that was. It surprised you how fast he was able to learn you- the subtleties of your mannerisms, able to pick up on your true emotions from the smallest tells.
"It's late," You simply respond, "I'll go to bed soon." Trying to avoid any further questioning.
"Not soon," Joost whines, his voice stifled by where his lips touch your skin. He throws an arm around the front of you, "Now."
You can't do much besides sigh in response, fidgeting under the comforter to sink down to his level. Your face is right in front of Joost's now, the warmth of his slow breaths ghosting over your skin.
"Sleep now," Joost tightens the arm he had slung around you, using it to pull you closer to him. He's unbearably warm, but you melt into him anyway, turning on your side to press your chest into his.
"I can't."
"Not tired?" Joost asks, "Why not?"
"So tired."
"Then sleep." Joost puckers his lips, barely stretching out his head to press a kiss to your forehead. It's so simple to him just sleep, if only it was that easy for you.
"Can't Joost."
"Why not?" He asks again, pushing harder this time.
"Dunno," You hum, pausing for a moment trying to formulate the least embarrassing way to describe your situation, "Bad dreams I guess, I dunno." You speak quickly, hoping maybe he won't catch all of it, the processes of his brain slowed by sleep.
Joost suddenly becomes more aware, more awake, like you've said some sort of sleeper phrase to activate something in him.
"Could have just told me that, schatje." He coos, it's reassuring, and you suddenly feel so stupid for holding that in. "Could have told me that before I feel asleep without you."
"Seemed stupid." You sigh, pushing your face further into the pillow.
"Not stupid." Joost assures, "What are they about?"
"Don't know. Just- bad."
"I'm sorry." Joost frowns. You feel the arm that he holds around you sneak under the comforter, coming to snake around your torso, his hand pushing into your back to press your body closer to him. The front of your T-shirt no longer just grazing the bare skin of his chest, but rather the two of you have molded into each other. "What can I do?" His lips now pressed against your shoulder from this closer position.
"Nothing,"
"No?" He places a small kiss to your shoulder through the fabric of your shirt.
"Not unless you can go into my brain and control my subconscious and make me dream of like puppies and rainbows." You follow with a dry laughter, any real humor stifled by your exhaustion.
"Mmm, if I could I would liefje."
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artificialbreezy · 4 months ago
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Noah’s breath is warm against your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps everywhere. His fingers gently pinch and tug at your nipples, his cock grinding against your ass.
A small moan coming out of your mouth.
“I know baby,” he coos. The smile in his voice making your cheeks heat. He pinches your nipple harder, “I know.”
“Hurts.” you whine.
Noah lets go of your tit, “what hurts, baby?”
Your head falls back, eyes close. “Not having you inside of me.” you pout your lips.
“Fuck,” his brain shuts off and his hands finding there way back to your body.
“Please, please.” your voice just above a whisper. Your lashes flutter and he groans, one hand trailing down your stomach.
“Whatcha want?” his fingers ghosting over your underwear, “fingers? tongue? my cock?”
“Anything.”
Noah chuckles, “my choice is to tease you so bad you’re crying, stupid and begging me to pull your panties to the side and fuck you.” Finger ghosting over your clit, “But I know that’s not what you want, is it baby?”
Your body does hurt, your clit aches and your cunt clenching around nothing. “Just, want you inside me.”
One hand slipping under your panties to sink a finger inside of you. You sigh, lifting your hips so you can feel him deeper.
“Thank you,” you whimper out, tears building.
“Gotta help me, can you do that? Need you to take that sweet hand of yours and rub your little clit while I stretch you open for me. Can you do that? Gotta get you ready for me.”
Your hand reaches down, sighing as his fingers glide in and out of you slowly. The wet sounds, making Noah’s breath catch in the back of his throat.
“This all you wanted, huh”
You nod.
“Know what my girl needs, don’t I?”
“Uh huh.” your voice small.
Noah laughs, “brain not letting you think?”
You shake your head.
“That’s okay,” a second finger slipping into you without hesitation. “Just lay there all pretty and I’ll give you what you need.”
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foldingfittedsheets · 4 months ago
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Sorry if this is unwanted information, but I read your post about discharge. I've heard it said that if you want, you can gently scrape out discharge that hasn't come out yet during your shower. Now, obviously, the body will eventually create more, but I wonder if that would help you have less daily.
This is a supremely bad idea? Like, you can google that this isn’t a good idea.
Similar to douching, this is trying to get rid of stuff keeping your vagina healthy. The point of my post isn’t that the discharge is a bother although it can be if you don’t have the knowledge or tools to prepare for it but rather that the discharge is normal.
If we know and talk about the discharge and how it’s is normal and healthy then people can wear liners or change underwear or whatever works for them without being afraid something is wrong with their body.
Scraping or douching both try to take away your body’s cleaning mechanism and actually damage your pussy ecosystem by preying on people who want their pussy to be dry and smell like roses when that’s just not how a healthy body acts.
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I was wondering if i could request a fic for either Folio or Ruffilo or both x fem reader whichever you prefer. And i was thinking you know for whoever you pick they have a sudden realization one day as as reader like baking or cleaning and she is singing and dancing in a shirt and some underwear and that they want to marry her and have kids with her or something like that maybe she doesn't realize they are watching her at first. (I was also thinking the song All around me by Flyleaf would be playing) Also sorry for rambling
This has Ruffilo written all over it!
All Around Me
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My hands are searching for you/ My arms are outstretched towards you/ I feel you on my fingertips/ My tongue dances behind my lips for you/ This fire runs in through my being/ Burning, I'm not used to seeing you
The music was loud enough for her to not hear me as I walked into the house. The all too familiar song of Flyleaf was playing from the kitchen speaker as the smell of cookies filled the inside air around me. It smelled like heaven. It felt like heaven, too.
After being gone most of the day, coming home to her and the place we shared was the best feeling in the world. It was healing to my soul and regeneration for my mind, making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world. I couldn’t wait to hold her, to kiss her and feel her kiss me back.
I sat my guitar case down and took off my jacket, laying it on the back of the couch. Her sweet voice rang out as she sang the familiar lyrics to what she had called, “our song” making me smile when she hit the wrong key. She didn't care. Neither did I. 
Walking towards the kitchen, the music got louder and so did the warmth from the oven. I heard her well before I saw her, choosing to lean up against the wall and wait for her to appear. It didn't take long.
Wearing nothing but my Cure shirt, panties and a pair of socks, y/n shuffled in the kitchen lightly swaying and moving to the music. She looked incredible; delicious enough to eat and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. 
How she didn’t notice me is beyond me. Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched how she effortlessly pulled the hot sheet from the oven and sat it on the counter, only to take another one that was ready and toss it right behind, closing the door and pressing the timer. She had a method and followed it perfectly, just like she did with everything else in her life. Her work was perfectly planned everyday, right down to how long she sat at her computer and typed, to how much laundry she would do a week. Dinner plans were just as organized, with one meal planned for the first four days of the week; the last three were take-out and left- over days.
The only thing that wasn’t as organized was our relationship. She wanted forever, a commitment, even though I’ve told her a million times that I was, but she said words weren’t the same as actions. At first I didn’t know what that meant, but now I think maybe I do. 
“Holy crap, Nick! You scared me!” 
She stood there clutching her chest, looking as if she’d just seen a ghost. I smiled at her and she smiled back, running her arm over her forehead to move the loose strays of hair away from her face. 
“Why were you just standing there?” 
“I was looking at you; watching you dance and sing.”
Her face went instantly red as she grinned shyly, looking down at her feet. 
“How much did you see?” she asked, peering up at me through her long eyelashes. 
I gave her a small grin. “Enough.” 
Moving away from the wall, I walked over to her. She reached for her phone, muttering something about turning the music down, but I took it from her hands quickly.
“Hey!” 
I hit the replay button, turning up the volume as our song began to play:
My hands are searching for you / My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips/ My tongue dances behind my lips for you This fire runs in through my being/ Burning, I'm not used to seeing you I can feel you all around me/ Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling/ Savoring this heart that's healing My hands float up above me/ And you whisper you love me And I begin to fade/ Into our secret place The music makes me sway/ The angels singing say, "We are alone with you" I am alone and they are too with you/ Take my hand, I give it to you Now you own me, all I am/ You said you would never leave me I believe you, I believe
We started to sway slowly, barely moving at first. Her hands were pressed against my chest while mine rested on her lower back right above her bottom. I stared into her eyes as she stared back into mine, and for the first time ever, I saw my future with her. It was in the soft glisten of her hazel eyes and the way the small smile hid in the corner of mouth. She was it. She was my forever.
“You know,  I've never really listened to the lyrics to this song.” 
She looked up at me, wide eyed.
“Really?”
Her face made me chuckle.
“Yeah, really.  But now I know why you say it’s our song.”
I brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.
“Which part?” she asked quietly, walking her fingers up towards my neck.
“Umm, how about ‘My tongue dances behind my lips for you, this fire runs in through my being’”
She closed her eyes, grinning, leaning her head back a little. 
“Yeah, that part always makes me think of you.” 
I hummed in response. 
‘Take my hand, I give it to you, Now you own me, all I am.’
“But that part, that makes me think of you.” 
Her eyes locked with, holding me in a state of trance. 
“What are you saying, Nick?” 
Her fingers caressed the skin of my neck, creating goosebumps all over my body. Taking her hand, I kissed her fingers before bringing it to my chest, all the while holding her into me so she couldn't escape. I needed her as close as possible for what I was about to say. 
“Commitment; I'm ready for it.”
She was speechless, but her expression said everything, and when the tiny tears slipped down her cheeks, I knew I had won her happiness for life.  
She didn't make a scene, didn't even say a word. She just fell into me, completely. With her arms resting on my shoulders and stroking the back of my hair, I continued holding her close, burying my face in the crook of her neck. She smelled like flowers.
I slid my hands gently down her bottom until they reached the end of her shirt, careful gliding them up and under. Her skin felt like velvet compared to my rough calloused hands, but if it bothered her she didn't let on, only pressed herself harder into me. 
“So I guess this means I have to buy you a ring and purpose properly, doesn’t it?”
She leaned in and kissed me, taking a long deep breath through her nose as she did before letting go.  
“I guess so.” 
My hands trailed further up her shirt, stopping right under her arms. 
“I think I can do that,” I grin at her.
“Good,” she said, kissing me again. 
“But until you do, you can er, you can show me you’re committed,” grinning as she bit her bottom lip.”
I let her tug me towards the bedroom, not before hitting the timer and turning the oven off. 
“Anything particular in mind?” 
I watched as she removed her shirt, my shirt, threw it to the floor and stood in front of me in only her underwear.
“A few things,” she smirked. 
“Is this what the rest of our life together is going to look like?” I asked, shaking my head, smiling. 
“God, I hope so!” She threw her little pair of cotton panties at me, giving me the “come and get me” look. 
“Me, too,” I assured her, snatching her up into a tight hug. She squealed the moment I tickled her, picking her up bridal style and carried her to our bedroom, shutting the door behind us.
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