#the way finn lifts his leg

[420jimmyuso]

High as fuck and this finndamian hug is making me emotional they look so fucking gay ong😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔

[ervotica]

“C'mere, sweetheart-“ & “Breathe, just breathe-" with finnick please 🤍

a life of our own

pairing: finnick odair x reader

summary: finnick helps you find yourself again when you’re rescued from the capitol. you’re desperate to trust him again.

warnings: hurt/comfort, a lil fluff, a lil angst, r was tortured and brainwashed in the capitol after catching fire (i got sooo carried away with this but i luv it! hope you enjoy, please remember to like/comment + reblog!)

hunger games masterlist

Your chest is red-hot with anguish; it’s all you feel lately. Confined to this white room, locked in, spending all your time waiting for something that won’t come.

Nothing is real anymore. Your life is a thick fog that you can’t decipher, can’t tell which bits of it are real and which were planted by the Capitol. They made you a weapon against the revolution, against Katniss and Coin and Finnick.

You know him, that much is evident in your unconscious reactions. The way your chest tightens and squeezes when he walks into a room, how your breath catches and you hunger after his touch despite not knowing exactly why. But you know that he’s familiar and that - at one point or another - you loved him.

He visits routinely like clockwork, every day at around the same time. And each time you don’t push him away, don’t flinch at his touch like you do the others, his confidence grows.

Your doctor has been practicing memory games with you, which parts do your life are real and which are fabricated. You repeat them in your head over and over and sometimes they slip out when you’re talking, too. You’ve been incorporating opinions on top of the basic facts you know, and you’ve been including what you know about him.

You rock on the bed with your knees to your chest, feet tucked underneath you as you recite everything you can remember about him. You mutter it under your breath, tongue clicking as you whisper.

The door creaks and you stop dead mid-sentence. Finnick slips in without a word, pulling a chair up to sit by you. He doesn’t miss the way you eye him warily, watching every movement, every tick of his jaw and twitch of his muscles. You’ve always been perceptive- it’s one of his earliest memories of you. How you watch people.

He sits and watches you in return; you trace every inch of his body with your eyes, the bruises on his arms, the points of his shoulders, the slope of his nose and chin, the curve of his jaw.

“Finnick,” you say. He smiles; his fingers rest on the edge of the bed.

“That’s right.”

You reach out to touch him; he stays dead still as instructed by your doctors, but lets you lift his hand to place it in your own much smaller one. You turn so you’re sitting cross legged facing him, holding his hand in your lap. His heart could burst with the way you’re looking at him, a cocktail of fear and longing in your eyes. Something else lies deeper than that, like you’re being pulled through the rubble of your own mind and to the surface. Something a lot like love.

“Can I ask you something?” Your voice is small, more timid than he’s ever heard from you.

“Anything.”

“You love me. Real or not real?”

“Real,” he murmurs.

“I think I love you, too. I know I did before. I just don’t know which parts of my brain are real.” You fiddle with his fingers, the pad of your thumb rubbing over his knuckles methodically. If this is the only way you’ll ever touch him again, he’ll take it. He’ll take every scrap, every morsel of affection he can eke out of you. Whatever you’re comfortable with.

“We can figure that out together.” He’s soft as he speaks to you and it’s a voice that you remember. A very distinct one in your memory.

“Finnick,” you say again. He nods and shifts closer.

“Sometimes you call me Finn,” he starts, pressing lips to your knuckles. “Or honey. Or idiot if you’re mad at me.”

You smile and he catches a glimpse of you in there, engulfed by everything you’ve seen, everything you’ve been told. But he knows he can pull you out.

“I don’t think I’d ever be mad at you,” you mumble. He purses his lips thoughtfully.

“Well, sometimes I am an idiot. And I know you tell me that because you want to keep me safe.”

You’re in agreement there, not knowing everything but knowing undeniably that you would do anything to protect Finnick.

You shuffle over in the bed and tug at his arm. He tilts his head curiously, knowing what you’re asking but not wanting to be presumptuous.

“You want me to come sit up there with you, sweetheart?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay.” He settles himself next to you, legs outstretched where yours are tucked up tightly to your body. “If it gets too much, you tell me and I’ll go, okay?”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Then I won’t.”

You shuffle round and swing your legs over his own so you’re almost completely in his lap; his arm comes up and over your shoulders automatically, like muscle memory. This is how you are in your clearest memories- together, a tightly knit partnership. He’s holding his breath, waiting for you to realise what you’re doing and lose composure, but that moment doesn’t come. You just sit and close your eyes, ear to his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“I’m tired,” you croak.

“You want me to leave you to sleep?”

“No.” Your voice is thick and uneven where you’re full of all these new emotions that you can’t quite place. “Will you stay?”

“I’ll stay as long as you want.”

He pulls the thin blanket over your body and smiles as you needle in close to him, face in the juncture of his neck. Hiding with him instead of from him.

“C’mere, sweetheart.” You relax at the pet name, your body going lax against his own as you start to fall asleep.

You can’t be asleep for more than 30 minutes before you start to stir. You’re muttering in your sleep as you start to twitch and reach out for something.

Your brow knits and it forms a crease in the middle of your forehead as you start to cry.

“Honey, c’mon,” Finnick murmurs, his hand pressed to your neck in an effort to rouse you. “It’s just a dream.”

His chest aches; he can’t bear seeing you in this state, knowing there’s not much he can do to make it better. Thinking it’s his fault for not getting to you in time.

You scream and wake with a start, wide-eyed and frantic. Your eyes flit around the clinical looking room as you try to gauge your surroundings and reorient yourself.

“Honey, it’s okay. It was just a dream, you’re safe.”

You scramble back and push him away, curling yourself up into a ball at the foot of the bed. Tears paint your cheeks and they shine in the harsh white lights, hiccuping sobs. He crouches a metre or so away, palms up, arms outstretched in hopes you’ll make contact again.

“Breathe, just breathe,” he says. “You’re okay. I’m here, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You’re like a wild animal the way you look at him- panic-stricken and agitated, frenetic in the way you move.

“Honey, it’s me. It’s Finn.”

You swallow thickly and nod, your body slowly starting to unfurl.

“Finn,” you sniffle, holding out your arms. “Finnick.”

He creeps closer still and you practically throw yourself into his arms, face against the hollow of his throat, arms locked around his middle like a vice.

“I have you. I’m right here,” he says, over and over like a mantra. A promise.

“I don’t wanna live like this anymore.”

“You’re not going to,” he whispers. “I’ll be here until you feel well enough and then we can start planning our life. Together.”

“Okay.”

Your fingers card through the short hairs at the nape of his neck, wet eyes meeting his.

“I love you. I know it now, I can remember that.”

“I love you too,” he says, craning his neck to meet your eyes. “You’re my girl.”

You’re hesitant as you tilt your head up to press a kiss to his lips but he welcomes it, his thumb and forefinger holding your chin in place as he pecks you a few more times.

“We’re gonna have a life of our own, I promise.”

“A life of our own.”

[ficmenrhot]

Hiiii idk if u take requests but if you do could you write a smut with Finnick Odair where basically finnick is eating her out and she’s tooooo overstimulated and reader pulls his hair a little to hard, in which Finnock replies with

“Yank my hair like that again I won’t touch you for a month.”

PLEASEEEE

Self-Control

Pairing: Dom Finnick x whiny fem reader

Notes: oral (fem receiving), punishment, hair pulling, slight degradation, overstimulation, fingering, edging

A/N: OKIE DOKIE so actually, in my head, Finnick loves it when you tuck on his hair but for you I’ll change it a bit, also I slightly altered the idea of the request ;)

Minors DNI

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Your shared bedroom is set alight by the pearlescent moonlight shining in through curtain gaps, a light scent of sea salt and musk whiffing through the air from Finnick. The scent is intoxicating; you’re sprawled out on the ruffled sheets with Finnick buried between your legs, your loud moans echoing through the room.

The two of you had attended a party earlier on, and from the lack of attention you received from Finnick who was too busy socialising with the other victors, you decided to tease him in hope that he would finally satiate the immense desire you felt. You tried to pull many tricks-softly running your fingers down his arms, tugging on his sleeves needily, and batting your eyelashes at him knowing he can’t resist.

“Honey, I know that you’re needy tonight, I’ll give you what you want when we go home, I promise,” he’d say at your attempts to break him, but you’d whine with a slight pout, unable to wait any longer.

Finnick’s last straw was at dinner when you decided to run your hand up and down his thigh underneath the table cloth, circling that sweet spot of his through the fabric of his pants. Finnick is a patient man, and you knew you were in deep trouble when he sent a stern look your way instead of his usual sweet ‘not now’.

This is how you end up with your legs wrapped around Finnick’s head, hands tugging on his golden blonde hair, as he continues with his assault on your clit. His tongue skilfully flicks and draws patterns on your swollen clit as he fucks you with two thick fingers at a torturously fast pace. You feel your climax building up for the fourth time tonight but is denied that sweet release as Finnick purposely pulls his fingers out before plunging them in your heat again.

You mewl as your climax is ripped away from you once more, feeling so overly stimulated. Your face is tearstained, whining as you accidentally pull at Finnick’s hair a little too hard, making him groan whilst his mouth is still attached to your clit, sending vibrations through your body.

“Careful now, sugar,” Finnick warns as his teeth gently grazes your clit as a warning, making you whimper quietly.

“I-It’s too much…I said I’m sorry Finn, I’ll never do it again…please let me come” you beg, sounding so desperate as you attempt to grind on his face, earning some friction.

“Please-”

Finnick lifts his head up from your throbbing heat, scoffing as he tilts his head at you, his fingers continuing to thrust deeply as he stares you in the eye with a mocking look.

“I expected better than you honey, but you acted like a desperate whore. I told you I would give you what you wanted when we came back home but you were just such an impatient little slut, weren’t you?”

Finnick sneers, his pearly white canines flashing as he does so, “you really can’t go an hour without riding my fingers huh?”

His head dives back between your legs, angling his fingers, and he finds that sweet spot once more which makes your back arch in pleasure. He adds his tongue once more, circling and tracing figure eights on your clit which makes your body shudder and mouth agape.

Finnick has been edging you for nearly an hour, denying you releases after releases, and the overstimulation you feel is almost painful. Every single touch drives you insane and the sensitive you feel is certainly not helping.

Finnick suddenly switches to sucking your clit instead, and you have to use every strength in your body to stop yourself from coming right then or else the punishment would be worse. You forget about Finnick’s warning from earlier, and you accidentally yank at his hair, a raspy growl falling from his lips.

“What did I tell you huh, sugar?”

“Mark my words honey, tug at my hair like that again and I won’t let you come for a month, let alone touch you. It’s time to teach you some self control.”

You whimper at his words. If only you had listened.

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A/N: to whoever requested this, I hope it lived up to your expectations. I did kind of change it a bit so I’m sorry if it’s different to what you wanted 😭 once again, reblog and likes are appreciated, a follow would be great :)

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

DOMINK DOMINK DOMINK FICS

●Dominik Mysterio x Reader●

Summary: Someone from Dom's past returns.

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*Y/N's POV*

Walking into gorilla looking at the tv seeing Dom and Rhea making their way to the ring, I take off my sweatshirt laying it on the chair. I watch the TV hearing Rhea talking about how there is no more women on the roster that can stand toe to toe with her. I fix my kickpads still watching the TV. This is my return to the ring since I was out with an injury and everything changed with Dom. One of the producers walks over to me and hands me a microphone. I grab it and tap on the top of it making sure it's on.

"Woah woah woah."

I walk out of the curtains as my music hits causing the crowd to cheer loudly for me. I do my pose at the top of the ramp than bring the microphone to my mouth as my theme song turns off. Rhea is standing against the ropes staring at me.

"Rhea. Rhea. Did you forget about me?"

I start walking down to the ring.

"Remember breaking my leg two years ago?"

I climb into the ring and look at her.

"Remember that? Yeah? Well now, I'm fully healed.... and coming for you."

I get in her face and she gets in mine. I bring the microphone up to my mouth.

"Also seems like someone's little Dom Dom has seen a ghost."

I throw the microphone on the mat as Rhea turns around, walks over to Dom and lightly slaps his face. Dom shakes his head and looks at her. I grab Rhea's arm, whip her around and go to hit her with a forearm. She ducks, rolls out of the ring and I hit Dom in the jaw really hard. He falls on the mat and I turn towards Rhea walking up the ramp. I pull Dom over to the corner, climb up to the top rope and do a moonsault landing on Dom. I stand up, lean against the ropes and point at Rhea.

"You're next!"

She shakes her head no and I push Dom out of the ring. She grabs him as I celebrate with the crowd. They make their way to the back and the show goes to commercial. I climb out of the ring and make my way to the back.

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*In my locker room*

Taking my kickpads off, I hear someone start banging on my door. I look at the door confused, walk over to it and open it seeing Dom standing there with his arms crossed.

"What do you want?"

He pushes past me into my locker room and I roll my eyes closing the door.

"What was that out there Y/N? You clocked me in the jaw than hit me with a moonsault?"

"I was making a statement to your Mami."

"But I mean you really hit me hard. My mouth was bleeding."

"Does the baby boy need to go see a doctor? Do I have to hold your hand while they check on you?"

I say this in a mocking voice and he walks over to me, getting in my face.

"Stop. Right now."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

He raises an eyebrow looking down at me and I smirk looking up at him crossing my arms. He puts both of his hands on the sides of my face looking down at me.

"God I have missed you and your smart mouth."

"Again, what are you gonna do about it?"

He smirks, leans down and kisses me hard. I kiss him back just as hard and run my hands up his shoulders to his neck. We start making out as I run my fingers through his hair. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me over to the couch. He lays me on the couch and starts moving his lips down my neck as I play with his hair. We don't hear the locker room door open as he continues kissing my neck.

"Woah! What did we walk in on?"

I gasp pushing Dom off of me seeing Damian and Finn standing in the doorway. Dom stands up, clears his throat and looks over at them. I gulp and fix my shirt looking down at the ground.

"Ummm Dom, we came looking for you because we have an interview soon."

"But seems like he is pretty busy, huh?"

Finn hits Damian's arm and laughs.

"Guys, get out! I will be there in a minute."

Damian and Finn laugh while walking out of the locker room. I look up at Dom as he leans down to be face to face with me.

"To be continued tonight. I will text you."

He kisses me one last time and makes his way out of my locker room......

[guppygiggles]

Tickletober Prompt Day 5: "Favorite Tickle Setting."

What: October-themed tickle fluff!

Word count: ~2.4k

Universe: Sea & Sky AU

Who: Avery and Casper

Description: I am not really capable of drawing settings/backgrounds, so I decided to write a little fic for this prompt instead. It takes place in my favorite setting... Avery's lighthouse, of course! Casper introduces Avery and Finn to the concept of Halloween and gives Avery a much-needed tickling. This tickling is foot-centric, which normally isn't my thing, but I was in the mood for it today. Enjoy!

My fingers curled around the silky locks of Finn’s hair as his head rested in my lap, the glow of the television illuminating the three of us as we watched Hokus Pokus in Avery’s tiny living room.

With their first Halloween approaching, I figured it would be appropriate to introduce the pair to the holiday with one of my favorite movies, and both seemed to enjoy it; Finnegan babbled away with questions and giggled at the silly parts, while Avery grew quietly sentimental at the flickers of tenderness between Dani and her brother. As the scene with the bullies in the cages played and Max cheekily stole his shoes back, I was expecting a flurry of tittering from Finn – when I didn’t hear anything, I looked down. His head was heavy on my thigh, and his ribcage rose and fell with a predictable rhythm. 

“Hehe, had it been you in that cage, I believe I would’ve done a bit more than just steal my shoes back,” Avery joked – quietly, thankfully – as he turned his head toward me. 

I raised my eyebrows questioningly and motioned my head toward Finn. 

“Hurry back… I’m not done with you,” I quipped, yielding raised eyebrows and a shy grin from the cloud man as we parted ways. I took the short flight of stairs up to the kitchen as Avery took Finn down to his bed. 

A soft chuckle was Avery’s response, followed by a nod of confirmation. He gently lifted Finn’s legs just enough to slip out from under them. “I’ll take him,” he whispered, looping one arm under Finn’s knees and the other behind his neck, scooping up the sleeping merman and cradling him against his chest. “Why don’t you make us some tea, and I’ll be back in a minute?” His hushed voice was like a low roll of thunder. Finnegan cuddled closer, his ears fluttering in his sleep.

I stood, pressing my lips against the crown of Finn’s head – his wavy mess of hair smelled like driftwood. Then reaching up, I cupped the lowest curve of Avery’s head and rubbed gently with my thumb. 

Part of me wished Avery’s kettle was a fast electric one, but it had been hard enough to convince him to get a microwave; he disdained plastic. ‘If it can be made from anything else, it should be,’ he’d said, but after I’d burned enough meals using his conventional oven, he’d finally made a concession. I used it to check the time – just past ten. I watched steam begin to drift out of the kettle’s spout. My mind wandered back to the movie, and what Avery had said about it. My socked toes curled. I pursed my lips together. What a helpless position… suspended in a cage, feet dangling, shoes off… 

Living in a lighthouse had taken some getting used to, particularly concerning the stairs. Prior to moving in with Avery I expected to climb stairs once or twice a day; down to my car, and back up to my second-floor apartment. Now, my life revolved around stairs; up from the bedroom, down from the kitchen, up to the balcony, down to the front door. At least it was good for my legs. The change had been subtle, but since moving into the lighthouse, I noticed that I could push harder and coast farther when riding my skateboard. I wondered if Avery noticed. I wondered if he could feel the muscles of my legs when he massaged them with his big, soft doctor’s hands…

I shook my head. Tea. I was supposed to be making tea.

The kettle’s squealing whistle going from suggestion to demand snapped me back to reality, and I quickly took it off the burner. I poured a bit of water into Avery’s strawberry themed teapot, swirled it around, poured it out, then filled the pot and added the cinnamon tea Avery had been favoring lately. I turned toward the kitchen table.

The teapot plummeted toward the floor. How many times had I warned him not to sneak up on me?! I gasped as I braced for an assault of shattered glass and boiling water, but instead of a crash, I heard Avery’s relieved chuckle. His hands steamed as he set the teapot on the table. 

“Whew, close one. Are you alright?”

“Avery!” I cried in a mix of exasperation and relief. 

“Sorry, sorry!” He winced, hands out. “I didn’t mean to startle you, dewdrop. I was about to say something, but you turned before I had a chance.” 

“You’re lucky you’re fast! Are your hands okay?” I asked, my voice heavy with concern as I reached forward to touch his palms. They were as cool and soft as ever. 

He laughed humorlessly. “It would take a lot more heat than that to burn someone like me. I’m just glad you’re alright… You could’ve really gotten hurt if I wasn’t quick enough. I’m so sorry,” he said, his brow creased with regret. 

My flare of adrenaline cooled, and I smiled softly, cupping his face again. “It’s alright. I’m alright. Did Finn wake up at all?” 

“Heh, no… Ticklefish was out like a light.”

I took two teacups from the cabinet. “It sucks that he fell asleep before we got to the zombie part. He would’ve loved that. I guess we can watch the rest of it tomorrow.” 

I was about to pour the tea when Avery stopped me, his fingers resting on my forearm. 

“Would you like to drink this on the balcony? It’s clear tonight.”

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Growing up in the desert had made me accustomed to seasons that rarely felt like themselves, so I never failed to appreciate an October that actually felt like October; crisp, cool, and bursting with color as the leaves began to change. As I leaned back in the cushioned patio chair and stared out at the lights along the coast, cinnamon tea in-hand, I imagined what my first Halloween with Avery and Finn would be like; carving pumpkins, baking cookies, decorating and inviting friends over for a costume party, maybe. We’d never thrown a party in the lighthouse before, but I was sure Finn would love it – he loved spending time with our friends. We’d made so many since moving in together… More than I ever thought I’d have, given my reclusive nature. I shifted toward Avery, curling my legs up in the chair. 

“Do you want to have a Halloween party?” I asked.

“Here, in the lighthouse? It might get a little crowded. Who would we invite?” He sipped his tea, legs crossed elegantly as his eyes remained trained on the twinkling city lights.

“Hmm… Sunny and Dr. Lockhart, for sure… Maybe Sparky, Bori, and Niko? You know how much Arte and Tilly love dressing up, hehe… There are a handful of others I can think of, too. Do you think that would be too many people?”

“Well, we might be able to make it work, however… I think another venue would be more comfortable. Parties can get overwhelming for some – our guests should have space to step away, if needed.” 

I was quiet for a moment, thinking. We could always suggest it to one of our friends, but I didn’t like the idea of imposing… or making them feel the need to prepare and tidy up, afterwards. 

“Oooh! What about at the park? We could set up a projector and a screen and have a movie night there!” 

Avery giggled. “I think that’s a splendid idea. I’ve never been to a party, this should be fun! I’ll help with whatever you need, just say the word.”

“Well, actually… there is something I need.” I set my teacup down on the patio table. “I need it right now, though.” 

He turned toward me, his eyes inquisitive in the dim light. “What’s that?” 

I angled my chair toward him.

“Ahh- R-right now?” 

“I need those pretty cloud feet in my lap, please.”

I watched those inquisitive eyes widen, accompanying a blue flush I could just barely see in the dark. He jolted slightly, nearly spilling his tea. 

“Yes, right now.” I patted my lap, grinning. “I’m not gonna be able to get you later, since Finny is asleep… and you're not the least bit quiet, are you? I bet you thought I didn’t even notice your cheeky comment, earlier… you should know better by now.”

Avery set his teacup down and angled his chair in my direction… slowly shuffling his socked feet out of his slippers. 

“You know, when I said that… I was envisioning you in this position,” he playfully complained, lifting his legs and placing his feet on my thighs. 

I snickered. “I know what you were envisioning… but that doesn’t mean I’m going to simply give it to you… at least, not without making you earn it, fluffy.” 

Avery squirmed in his seat, a warbled grin already forming on his lips. I pinched the tip of his right sock, slowly pulling it off – his delicate toes twitched in the chilly night air. The elemental’s feet were big, pillowy, and softer than sin; like the rest of him, they were a tickler’s dream. I placed a fingertip on his blue-tinged heel and stroked lazily up his silky arch, all the way to his toes. 

He stifled a giggle, his hips twisting in his chair as he struggled to stay still. It had been a few days since I’d tickled him seriously, and the desensitization was apparent in his reactions; his movements were a hot spark landing on parched kindling, and I was immediately engulfed in a fire of ler rage. 

I tugged on his left sock, watching the fabric drag across his marble skin. Even this seemed to tickle him, because although I couldn’t hear any more laughter, he couldn’t keep still. 

“Ohohoo nooo… what’s thisssss? What’s wrong, Dr. Nimbus…? I can hear you giggling, what’s so funny…?”

“C-Casper… c-come on…” He whimpered, lowering his face into his hands.

“Look at these big, pretty feet of yours…” And they were – they were gorgeous. As I stared at his soles, I hardly knew where to start. He flexed his cornflower toes gently, and I was happy to take the suggestion. “Tell me… is the illustrious Dr. Nimbus ticklish on his pretty feet…?” I began pinching and wiggling his right toes, rolling their tips gently between my thumb and forefinger. 

“GG-EEhehe!” He tried to hide it, but his giggling was completely helpless. Despite the squirming of his body, though… he actually did manage to keep his feet still!

“Awwww, does someone have ticklish toes…? Does it tickle when I do this to you, sweetheart? I already know you’re blushing like crazy under those hands, so there’s no sense in hiding it from me…” 

Starting at his heels again, I applied just the tips of my fingers, scribbling right up into the curves of his delicate arches. No more shy titters, now; Avery really laughed. 

“EEEAhaHAHAhahahaa!” His toes went crazy, curling and wiggling and flexing as I tickled his soles, but his feet did not budge, even as he laughed into his hands. 

A fluster so strong I nearly whimpered stirred in my belly; God, he was cute. I could tickle him all night on that balcony, surrounded by nothing but the ocean’s waves and his gleeful laughter.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~! Gosh, you’re so flushed not even your hands can hide all of it! Come on, won’t you put them down so I can see that smile of yours?” My fingers continued to gently scratch his arches, working up to the sensitive balls of his feet.

“P-PLehehehease C-ahahahahasper!” 

“Please Casper what?” I giggled, leaning down to kiss his toes – first the left set, then the right. This made his laughter squeaky and embarrassed, causing him to squirm harder.

“Come on, thunderhead… put your hands down, before I have to really tickle you… coooooochie coochie coooo~ I’m gonna tickle these feet alllllll night, Avie…”

In a huff, Avery finally put his hands down, revealing a face that was almost completely blue. As I crawled my fingertips up his soles and nestled them into the silky ridges beneath his toes, he threw his head back, laughing uproariously into the night sky as his shoulders relaxed, giving in to the sensation.

“EEEEHEHHEHE PLEHEHEHEASE~!”

“There we go! Ohhhh, look at you! Awww, look who’s laughing so hard from a little tickling on his feet! Tickle, tickle! Laugh for me, handsome…” 

And he did; deep, thunderclap-like belly laughs boomed out from the elemental as I let my fingers dance all over his squishy, delightfully sensitive feet. His skin began to glow in the dark that surrounded us, and I could see white sparks of light beginning to fizzle and pop around the border of his head like a freshly-lit sparkler… a private fireworks show, just for me. 

I drew this out for a good while, teasing, tickling, and playing with his feet until I could tell he was starting to get tired, his laugh taking on a slightly hoarse quality as a single tear slid down his flushed cheek. I slowed to a stop, my hands forming gently around his feet and massaging them soothingly. 

“Are you alright, ticklish?” I asked tenderly, gently kneading my thumbs along his arches. He groaned softly as he caught his breath. 

“Oooh… whew… yes, hehehe… goodness, you really got me… ahhh, that felt really nice – it’s been a few days since I laughed so hard.” 

He smiled at me, then – the big, giddy smile of someone who’d just been tickled to hysteria. My heart melted, and I had to fight the swell of emotion gathering in my throat; to say I adored him was an understatement. As I finished rubbing his feet, I put his socks back on them and let him return them to his slippers. 

“Avery, for once… you look more tired than I feel.”

“Hehe, you wore me out! It’s a lot of work producing all that electricity, you know,” he giggled, standing. “It’s starting to get cold, and late… I think I need a soft, warm… ticklish human to share my bed with. Know anyone who might be up to the task?” 

I stood, too, wrapping my arms around Avery’s waist. As he returned my embrace, I felt his soft fingertips gently tickle down my back, making me giggle against his lips as I kissed him. 

“I have a few ideas… but if you make me wake the fish up, you’d better be prepared for round two.” 

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Ok hear me out

Auron accidentally gets hit with a spell by finn and turns him into a cat (fluffy cat) and fem rook just got into his Penthouse ready to make dinner for both of them and calls out for auron only to see a fluffy boy, and immediately pets the cat that is auron and for the hole day *day off* she talks to auron the cat and whn it's dinner time rook looks for food that safe to wat for cats

(Auron is actually loving the attention rook is given him and pets*

Here kitty kitty!

Auron looked down at himself, his...fur was long and soft. Turning his little head up he glared at the mage who stood in his room. Who, was panicking because he didn't mean to do that it was just that Auron surprised him. So, What did the blonde do to fix this? He simply told him it should wear off and left.

Cursing the bastard in his mind, Auron went to the living room to try and figure something out. Only to hear a key unlocking the front door and seeing his partner walk through it. The red furred cat paused trying to think of what to do.

"Auron? I'm here!.....Love?" Worry was in his lovers voice as they slowly stepped into the penthouse. The man, well now cat hid behind the couch listening to their footsteps.

Only to freeze seeing Rook leaning over and spotting him. They gasped I awe seeing the bug fluffy cat behind the couch. Slowly going to the ground they held out their hand.

"Hii, ooohhh the pretty baby! Where'd you come from?" Cooing at him, Rook rubbed their fingers together at him. Auron sighed in his head and slowly went to them, rubbing against their hand.

"Oh my god! Your so gorgeous! Oh the pretty..." Mumbling Rook gently lifted Auron's leg. The red cat felt embarrassed and swatted at their arm. Rook giggled and kissed his head as an apology.

"I'm sorry, baby boy. I had to check real quick!" Gently taking him in their arms Rook scratched him gently. Auron closed his eyes and purred, the vibrations surprising him. This caused Rook to make a happy noise, then leaning down giving him kisses.

"Ooohh the handsome man! Your so fucking cute! I could eat yoouu!" Smiling Rook then looked around pausing. As if remembering why they came to the penthouse in the first place.

"Auron?....hhmm I wonder did he get you for me? If not I'll just steal you from him~" Cooing at Auron's cat form again, Rook started walking into the penthouse more. Auron wanted to speak, only giving Rook meows and little squeaks.

His partner nodded along as if having a conversation with him. Rook checked every room looking for Auron, sighing with every passing room. The red cat felt bad for them, he wished he could speak to them.

"Yeah, text me to come over and not be here. Ugh, he's so weird sometimes." Shaking their head Rook went back to the living room and sat with Auron on the couch. The comment made Auron glare at them a bit, but Rook only giggled and kissed his forehead.

Looking around Rook decided to play with Auron and talk to him. Laying him down on the carpet Rook laid on their stomach. Smiling at Auron as they played with his hair.

"I wonder when he got you? Hhmm, must have been a bit after we went on our date last night. He's always been one to take in strays. That's what I love about him." Absent-mindedly saying, the comment made Auron blink at them. Rook then sighed and laid their head fully down looking at Auron's cat form.

"You know, you kinda remind me of him. The color of your fur, the way you glare at me, and how grumpy you look." The last bit made Auron glare again. Causing Rook to giggle and point at him, "See! Just like my grumpy lover......I wonder where he went?"

Rook's voice went lower as they looked up at the ceiling. The penthouse was really quiet, usually when they were here Auron would help make noise. The man turned cat frowned a bit and went to them, headbutting their hand to pet him again.

"I swear if that other 'business' side took him from me tonight I'm going to kill someone." Huffing Rook went back to petting the cat. Calming down as Auron purred to ease their anger, causing Rook to smile again.

"Well, I have you. Even if your not Auron your a good stand in." Whispering Rook leaned down and kissed Auron's forehead again. The cat seemed to be enjoying their attention, the way he kept purring at them.

The moment was interrupted by grumbling, pausing the petting Rook looked at their stomach. Then giggled and turned back to the cat, gently picking him up and walking to the kitchen. Placing him down on the island and turning to the fridge.

"Hhmm, I'm hungry are you?" Looking back at the cat who sat on the island just staring at them. Rook awed at him and took out their phone, snapping pictures. "Ooohh my handsome man! Ugh I need to print these out and put them around my home."

Placing the phone down, Rook then grabbed a quick thing to eat. Sighing as they saw nothing for a cat to eat they wondered if they could order something?

"Hey.....Oh....I dotn know your name baby." Whispering Rook pet the cat once again. Humming to themselves Rook giggled throwing out a name "Edgelord the first." Auron moved away from their hand as he realized the name.

Rook laughed seeing the reaction and wiped a tear, cooing out apologizes to the cat. Auron only turned back when he got love scratches from Rook.

"Hhmm, how about....Red? For your fur. This is so well kept!" Auron simply blinked at them and laid on the island where they finished their meal. Rook kissed him one more time before turning back to their phone.

"It's really late....I wonder where he could be? I swear if he's hurt I'm killing him." Whispering out Rook then started calling Auron's phone. Only to hear the ring in his bedroom, Rook had a even more worried face. Getting up Rook went to the bedroom and plucked the phone up.

Auron jumped down from the island and rushed after them. His paws tapping the flooring in the penthouse, causing Rook to look at him.

"Fuck, um okay, Rook don't panic. He's Auron, he wouldn't get hurt he's.....he's smart and probably forgot his phone! I don't have the number to his other so that's out the question....." Rambling Rook slowly went to the ground. Wrapping their arms around their legs and started sniffing. Auron slowly approached them, placing a paw on their leg to ground them.

"Yeah, your right Red. He's....He's definitely safe. I'm just over thinking." Wiping their face Rook then got up and sighed. Then leaned down and grabbed Auron, or Red and walked back out of the bedroom.

"I think I should order cat food....or is there a tuna thing in here?" Searching for a few minutes Rook made a triumph noise. Showing 'Red' what they found, it was a tuna can and Rook opened it and placed it in front of Auron.

Who sighed and ate a bit of it, he was a but hungry and it's been a while since he ate. Rook smiled as they sat watching him eat, then went back to their phone. Still wondering where Auron was, but little did they know Auron was there the whole time.

Just in a cat form that was about to change back in the next hour.

[novashelby]

Why Not Me? - Isaiah One Shot

Pairing: IsaiahxReader(based on Evie...but friendly to all)

Warnings: No Sex, but intimacy. Mostly fluff.

Though it is not a smut, I am adding this to the 100 prompt challenge.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: She just broke up with her boyfriend and Isaiah is there to tell her what's up.

Please enjoy. I appreciate reblogs and comments. Likes are kind and thoughtful, and I appreciate you reading my work. However, reblogs really help writers out. So, please, considering rebloging.

“She’s crying again,” Finn said, rolling his eyes as he exited her room, the sandwich still in his hand. Again was the keyword. Some girls just suck at dating, and unfortunately for her, she was one of them. University didn’t make it any easier despite what her Aunty Ada said. Boys in university are intellectuals. Though, Ada herself didn’t know if she truly believed it. Finn sighed and bit one half of the sandwich before handing the other half to Isaiah, who’d been sitting on the sofa the whole time. “I’ll be back. I just got an errand for Aunt Pol downtown.” Finn swung his jacket on and nodded to his slightly older friend before leaving.

Isaiah put down his tea and turned his back, frowning a bit as he eyed the first door one reaches when climbing up the stairs. Her room. Poor girl spent quite a few days in that room crying. Though partially her fault. Isaiah slid from the couch and made his way up the stairs. Nervously, he hesitated knocking-his fist just hovering over the wood. Clearing his throat, he closed his eyes and knocked. When she didn’t answer, he knocked a bit harder, eyes glancing at the stairs. Through the door, there was a muffled, “Finn, I don’t want the sandwich…just eat it.”

Isaiah scratched his nose and stuttered out, “um-hey, uh…it’s not Finn. It’s me…Isaiah.” Never had he considered himself a nervous man. Women were never a challenge and he was always smooth with his words. But her? Tommy Shelby’s little girl was something else. You had to handle her delicately. There was a slight gap in conversation before she mumbled a wait a minute. For what? Tommy forbade her keeping a lock on her door…she was a sneaky child, a sneaky teenager, and now? A sneaky adult. “Can I just come-oh!” As soon as his hand touched the brass door handle, it turned and opened. His eyes couldn’t help but go to the toes and scale up to her head, skimming over her body. Isaiah felt heat rise to his cheeks. To avoid embarrassment, he looked off to the side. She’d been wearing her white silk bathrobe. Underneath? He doubted it’d be smart to start letting his mind wonder. A pretty girl. Perhaps not conventionally…like the girls he usually chased after. You know? The model type with toned legs and symmetrical physiques. 

But she was pretty. The unique type with features that weren’t carbon copies on every other female. Isaiah appreciated that about her. The way she never tried to force herself into any box. As his brain tried to connect the wires, he thought about how her thighs touched even when she walked or how her belly rolled when she sat. 

And she never fucking cared. She wore what she wanted, ate what she wanted, talked to who she wanted. Her confidence was unmistakable. That’s why her crying behind her wooden door after some stupid breakup was pathetic. He couldn’t understand it. One boy after the other, and she’d wither away for a few days. Over boys that probably were too weak to lift her against a wall. 

“Is there something you need?” she asked, breaking his train of thought.

“W-what?” he blinked. Her brows raised, a grin for the first time that day played on her lips. “Oh, oh! Sorry…um, are you okay? Finn said you were upset about someone-thing…something. Not much, of course. Not that it’s my business or any-”

“I’m fine,” she said, holding her bathrobe together with one hand as she placed her other one on his shoulder. “Thank you, Isaiah. Now, if you don’t mind,” she said, words dragging as she was sliding by him. “I’d like to take a bath.” His eyes followed her as she started to walk down the hall.

“Wait!” He called out her name, and she paused, but didn’t turn. “You don’t deserve that…any of it. And y’know, you don’t talk to me anymore…about anything. Once you went off to university, you just-”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, still not turning to him. Tears were laying heavy on her lids again. At one point when they were kids, the four of them would go off and cause mischief. But Finn was learning the family business, Martha was getting married, Isaiah was working under Tommy, and her? She wanted to study nursing. They were no longer kids. Instead, people with lives. It was a good day if she and Finn even had a conversation. What did she have to say sorry for? 

“Explain something to me,” he said, walking towards her. And it was his time to rest his hand on her shoulder. He spoke her name again and slid around her. It was her time to avert her eyes attempting to hide the wetness dripping down her cheeks. But Isaiah didn’t mind any of it. He knew she was crying. Gently, he cupped her face, but when she flinched, he dropped his hands. “What’s changed? Me and you?”

“Something had to have been for it to change,” she said, insinuating nothing had ever happened between her and him. He chuckled for a moment, itching the tip of his nose. “What?”

“It’s funny,” he said.

“I know, you laughed. I’m asking what is funny-”

“You,” he accused. “You’re funny, Miss. Shelby…you used to talk to me. We’d joke and dance. When Finn would fall asleep, it was you and I who’d finish off the whiskey and discuss life’s biggest questions.” 

“Times change-”

“You still live at home,” he said. “You still live at home. You go to the local university three days a week. You still frequent the same jazz clubs. You still go to the same parties! For fucks sake, you’re the same person…nothing changes that much in a few months.”

“Isaiah-”

“No.” He shook his head. His hands gently gripped her arms, thumbs caressing her. She felt her body gently be pushed against the wall, head lightly pressing against a wobbly picture frame. She knew which one…the painting of her father’s mother. “You’ll fuck around with Tiny Tim from art class who can’t even bother to got to the door and introduce himself to your father-”

“I don’t need my father’s approval,” she snorted. “I’m grown-”

“You’re eighteen,” he said. “Hardly grown. Plus, you’re a lady under your father’s care. It’s the sensible thing to do-”

“And you introduce yourself to every womens’ father? Especially the ones you fuck on a Friday night and leave the next morning?” 

Isaiah went quiet for a moment before saying, “no. I don’t. But that’s different. And don’t ask how because I’m not explaining casual sex to you.”

That’s when she eased herself a bit, laughing lightly. That was the girl he knew. “And you, Mr. Jesus, enjoy casual sex? Why don’t you want to explain it to me, eh?”

He matched her smile, resting his forehead on hers. “Because, Miss. Shelby, casual sex isn’t for ladies. Besides, I think your father would kill me.” She looked down, playing with her hands as she wore a little grin. Isaiah cupped her face, thumbs caressing her lips before moving down to hold her hands. “You are much more than a casual encounter, Miss. Shelby,” he said in a whisper, bringing her hands up to his lips, and kissing them. 

“But how do you know I don’t like casual encounters?” she teased, but he wasn’t having it.

“Shhh,” he said. “It’s not like that…you and I, and I refuse to let it be that.” 

“And are you my father?” she asked. “Everyone in this family thinks I’m-”

“Don’t,” he stopped her. “You’re deflecting. You knew exactly what I was saying-”

“That you’ll respect me in the morning?”

“Shhhh.” He kissed her cheek, lingering there for a moment before asking, “why not me? Huh? Why Tiny Tim and Stupid Steve and Dumb Danny and Asshole Adam and Prick Peter, but not me? Not idiot Isaiah-”

“I never dated boys with any of those names except a Peter-”

“You’re deflecting again,” he said. “Why not me?” Gently, he grabbed her chin and said, “I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you unlike Tiny Tim….”

“Who is Tiny Tim?” she laughed, not exactly denying him. In fact, she snaked her arms around his waist and pulled him closer, feeling a sort of comfort in his chest. 

“That small fuck you were running around with last week,” he said, lowering his lips against hers. He brushed them against hers, a little smirk spread across his lips. She teased that he was being silly, but soon yelped as she felt him move his hands under her butt and lift her up. To hold herself steady, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Though he was pretty good about keeping her in place from the way he pressed her against the wall. “So, you didn’t answer me, why not? Why not me, Miss. Shelby? Huh?” 

“You never asked,” she grinned, just about pecking his lips. She pecked, but pulled away when he tried to lean in, teasing him. “So, I had to fuck around with Tiny Tim and Stupid Steve-”

“And Dumb Danny,” he added, moving in to kiss her, but she teased him again, biting his bottom lip. When he tried to rest his lips upon hers, she moved away again and kissed his jaw up to his ear, biting his lobe. 

“Don’t forget that prick Peter.”

“I want to forget,” he said, bracing her with his body weight and one hand while his other gripped her jaw, bringing her in. “C’mere,” he whispered, pressing his lips against hers. It was soft at first; just a string of pecks that became longer. His hand moved from her jaw and started to caress down her body. Without wanting to intrude, he slowly rested his hand upon her breast; not squeezing, just lightly running his hand along the curve before slipping it under the silk. As he moved it over her soft breast and down, the lacing came undone and the robe slipped down her shoulders. He stopped the string of light pecks and kisses, and asked, “we can stop if you’d like.” Shook her head, enjoying the feeling in her; warmth and excitement. She wasn’t an easy girl…her father made sure of that making sure she knew her worth. That’s probably why so many ‘boys’ left her…she never gave in so easy. 

She did him. Or was it really easy when it was something in the making from their youth? 

She licked at his bottom lip before nibbling and pulling it.  “Shhh,” she said as she took control, sucking and slipping her tongue between his lips, playing with him. Their pecks turned into fully blissful kissing that neither wanted to stop. Air was no longer important, they found as their lips followed each other’s movements. Her fingers tickled up the back of his neck to his hair before tangling in the curls. While his hand moved down her body, dancing over hips and walking over her thighs. Her skin was so soft, sweet, and innocent. He wanted nothing more, but to place a kiss over every inch of her body. For the first time, he felt like fucking was juvenile. It wasn’t about the sex. No. He wanted her close. It was all about the closeness. He wanted her so close to him that he could consume her. That he could just breathe her in and nothing else in the world would matter.

He pulled away, catching his breath, “sorry. Um, I don’t want to rush this.”

“What are we rushing?” she teased, trying to kiss him again, pressing herself against his aching crotch. 

“I want to take you to dinner,” he said, letting her down.  “I want to do it right. If I’m going to do this right with anyone, it’d be you. So, please, Miss. Shelby, can I take you to dinner?”

“I dunno,” she sang, reaching up and playing with his buttons. “Are you paying?”

He laughed out and shook his head, pinching her chin. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, alright,” she agreed, sliding from him and walking to her room. “But, you have to ask my father.” Isaiah grinned and eyed the phone on the small table downstairs. 

“Already on it, Miss. Shelby,” he called out. “What do you think I am? A lousy gangster?”

[riptideripley]

All Yours

summary:you were Dominik’s 24 year old sister,trying to take things easy. He finally lets you hang out with his friends in the Judgement Day and you get a little too close to..Rhea.

word count:1,904

You were getting out the shower and putting on your undergarments,along with your hygiene products. You heard your phone ring and picked it up,answering. “Yes Dominik I’m almost ready” “Well hurry up,I let myself in and me & rhea are waiting” “Ok ok” you sighed and hung up. Slipping on your black jean shorts and a Judgement day shirt,grabbing your black jacket and spraying on some perfume before running downstairs.

“There she is,Hi darling” Rhea spoke with her accent,smiling. You smiled back and waved,grabbing your bag. “Well are we just gonna sit here or go eat?” you spoke and stared at the both of them,as they got up and walked with you to the car. You sat in the backseat and to your surprise Rhea sat next to you. You had the biggest crush on her and she could tell,but played innocent. She decided to lay her head on your shoulder,making you smile and play with her soft black hair.

You arrived at the restaurant,finding the table were the couple Finn and Priest were waiting. “Hi guys!” you spoke and smiled,giving them both a small hug as you sat down. Rhea decided to sit next to you and snuck her hand under the table,resting it on your thigh and looking at you for any signs of discomfort. Instead,you were smiling like an idiot and trying to not focus on it. You ordered your food and drink,scrolling through your phone silently after. “Well (your name),how’s the new house?” Priest asked,taking his drink as they finally arrived. You smiled at the waitress taking your drink,finally speaking. “Well it’s going great actually. Besides the fact that I let Dominik have a key so he just barges in whenever he wants,but it’s really nice and spacious.” “Maybe we can all visit after dinner” Finn suggested and you nodded,giggling at Dominik’s face as he seemed annoyed at your comment.

Meanwhile Rhea was slowly moving her hand up your thigh,trying to get a reaction out of you. She finally did when she reached close to your pussy,making you squeeze your legs shut as she smiled. You realized no one else noticed and looked at her,whispering to her,”Rhea what the fuck was that” “Nothing sweetheart,I can stop if you want��� she whispered back. You thought for a moment and realized how badly you wanted this,ever since you first met her through the phone and backstage. “You can continue but please be careful” you whispered,making her smile. She continued rubbing your thigh throughout the whole dinner,driving you crazy.

You all decided to go back to your place and relax,Rhea planned on spending the night tho and Dominik was a bit suspicious but didn’t say anything. You were currently sitting between Rhea and Priest,watching a horror movie. You hated them but this wasn’t as bad so you watched it all the way through. You then decided to play some board games and your favorite Uno. You had just one for the 3rd time in a row and you could tell everyone was irritated. “God damnnit! you win every time” “She’s too good this is unfair” Finn said pouting,making Priest chuckle. “You guys just gotta get better,but i’m really tired right now” you said yawning,Rhea also yawning. “Welp my wife is calling so that’s my queue to go! I’ll call in the morning” he spoke standing up,leaving a kiss on your forehead. “Night Dom” Rhea said smiling as he gave her a hug,being the first one to leave. Priest and Finn then followed,leaving you and Rhea to yourselves.

Rhea smiled and got up,wrapping her arms around your waist paying close attention for any discomfort. She’s so observant and gentle,it warmed your heart. She lifted you up making you laugh and carried you upstairs to your room,placing you on the floor. “I’m gonna go shower now love,you should too” she said,staring at you while also getting lost in your pretty brown eyes. You smiled and gave her a kiss on the cheek,closing the door so you could undress and shower. You could tell that you two had chemistry,ever since y’all had first met. The constant flirting and looks she would give you backstage at shows,always trying to make you nervous or flustered.

You took your clothes off and hopped in the shower,letting the hot water run over your body for a moment before washing your body. You had curly hair compared to Dominik so you decided to wash it while you were in there. Once out the shower and dry,you put leave in conditioner and a bit of oil in your hair. Stepping out of the room in your towel,you began getting dressed. Slipping on some underwear and black laced pajamas,you were comfortable enough with Rhea to not wear a bra. You sat on the bed and heard Rhea entering the room,wearing nothing but a sports bra and shorts. You smiled as she crawled into the bed,laying between your thighs. You played with her hair while she kissed on your stomach,tracing your stomach tattoos.

You two had made eye contact as she was doing this and she slid her way up your body,stopping at your face. You looked at her lips and couldn’t help yourself,leaning in kissing her. She returned the energy holding onto your thighs,not wanting to let go of the kiss she’d been dying for. She pulled you closer to her and looked your shirt,noticing you had your nipples pierced. She smiled and took advantage of that,sliding her free hand up your shirt playing with your nipple and piercing. You gasped and arched slightly at the sudden action,letting out small whimpers as she kissed up and down your neck,finding and biting your sweet spot making you moan. She got up and went to the guest room to grab something,coming back with a strap and a tongue piercing.

You looked at the tongue piercing confused and she smiled,”It vibrates my love” she said as she finished changing her tongue jewelry,placing herself between your thighs,sliding your shorts and underwear off. She pressed the piercing directly on your clit,making you gasp and grip her hair. Your back arched as you moaned and squirmed as she had you sorta pinned at the hips. “F-Fuck Rhea..” you whispered through moans,as she continued while you grind against her face. She was enjoying every bit of this,smiling against your clit as she began sucking on it making you squeal. You pushed yourself up the bed and she pulled you back down,making you whimpered as she smiled against your cunt.

She gave it one last kiss before kneeling on the bed,attaching the strap as she hovered over you. She wrapped her hand around your throat and pulled you into a deep kiss,slowly entering you making you moan into the kiss. She gave you time to adjust and began slowly pushing herself in and out of you,making you throw your head back in pleasure. She noticed you had a mirror in front of your bed and smiled,continuing the actions before lifting you up and making you face the mirror. “Cmon pretty girl,look at yourself for me” she spoke with her accent,sliding herself back in you and pounding the shit out of you. You couldn’t do anything but moan and whimper,avoiding eye contact with her through the mirror. She pressed down on your back making you arch and gripped your thick hair,pulling your hair back. “I said look at yourself doll.” she spoke in a stern tone,as you watched her fuck the absolute shit out of you. Her short black hair moving with each thrust,some pieces sticking to her face from sweat. She was absolutely beautiful no matter what she was doing,which turned you on even more. She let go of your hair and wrapped her hand around your throat,making sure you were still watching her through the mirror.

“R-Rhea please keep going..” “Right here hm?” “Yes please!” you squealed out as she rammed into your g spot,making her giggle. She used her free hand to pin your arms behind your back,still choking you. You finally took time to notice the hickeys left on your skin,knowing your brother would kill you in the morning. “Oh baby you look so pretty for me,tell me who do you belong to hm?” she whispered in your ear,making you weak. You didn’t answer so she moved the hand off your arms/wrists,giving you a slap on your ass. You yelped,”Answer me when i’m talking to you slut. Now who do you belong to?” “Y-You mommy fuck!” you managed to yelp out between moans,squirming due to the fact that you were reaching your climax. She noticed and used her now free hand to massage your clit,”Go ahead and cum for me like the slut you are princess.” she whispered with her accent showing a bit more towards the end,sending you over the edge as you climaxed.

She noticed her fingers were wet and smiled,licking her fingers and grabbing your hair. She drug you gently changing your position sideways,as she kneeled in front of you still in front of the mirror. She removed the strap,”Please your mommy doll,you deserve it” she said giving you a small slap to the side of your face. You immediately slip her shorts off noticing she had no underwear on and began eating her out. She moaned softly and pulled your face closer,almost suffocating you. You didn’t care,if you died you’d be happy right now honestly. You swirled circles around on her clit as she began basically riding your face for more. “God princess you’re doing so good for me..right there doll” when she said this,your legs got weak. You loved being praised and she took note of that. She ran her finger across your cheeks and grabbed your jaw,pulling you towards her. “Open up for me doll” she told you as you opened your mouth,letting her spit it in.

You went back to eating her out,giving her clit the most attention begging to get an orgasm out of her. She began breathing heavy and stuttering with her words,letting you know she was close. “F-Fuck keep going baby..” she whispered out between breaths as she finally came all over your face. You immediately licked everything up and looked up at her,smiling. She leaned down and pulled you into a deep kiss once again.

/After\

She made you a warm bath,even tho it was 2:30 in the morning. She washed your body off along with hers,kissing your forehead and praising you on how good you did for her. Once she got done washing you two off,she let you get dressed in something comfortable while she did as well. She ended up just sleeping in your bed instead of going back to the guest room.

You finally got what you wanted and that was her,you were happy.

[murdrdocs]

hiii! would you be able to write something where the reader and ethan are dating and she knows he is ghostface and lowkey encourages him to kill people to prove his love for her (like guys who talk to her at class or down the street?)

this doesn’t have to be smut but i’d love it to be <3 thank uu

i don't have enough energy (or hormones) for smut rn but i rlly like this universe so maybe in the future !

You were taught never to settle. Throughout your life, you’d been surrounded by people who had their hearts broken by others –– usually men –– who didn’t deserve to have another’s heart within their perceived trustworthy grasp in the first place. 

“Never settle”

So you didn’t. You knew that whoever you were going to give your heart needed to do anything for you. No matter what. 

Luckily you found Ethan Landry. 

At first, it was Finn from your Communications course. He didn’t really do anything. He just stared a little too long and happened to have made a slightly uncomfortable statement about you when Ethan was just a few paces away. 

“You want me to do something about it?” Ethan asked you, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear as he leaned down to ask you the ominous question. You looked up at him, noticing that his brown eyes were staring at Finn’s retreating figure. 

“Something?” You’d asked. Ethan blinked twice, his jaw ticked, and then he looked down at you. 

“Something.”

Two days later, Finn was declared missing. 

Then, it was Brody from your foreign language. 

He was a douche. All around jock, but not in the lovable way like Chad. Brody was pushy, constantly inviting you to frat parties, promising that you would get shit faced with a smirk on his face that told you everything you needed to know. 

“He makes me uncomfortable, E,” you told him, your voice low and soft and delicate. You remember the feeling of Ethan’s warm hand caressing your cheek, you leaned into his touch. 

“Okay.” Was all he said. When he came back with a black eye and a busted lip, you patched Ethan up and peppered his face in kisses. 

You remember asking him one night when guilt had begun to introduce itself to you. You’d asked, “Why do you do it?” 

And Ethan replied, as simple as ever, as if he was asked what color the sky was, “Because I love you.” 

Then, there was Olivia. 

Olivia was everything wrong with the world, according to you. Ethan had never seen her in person, only through forwarded Instagram posts, but he saw the way she riled you up. He watched you pace back and forth in your room, ranting, enraged, about how insufferable she was. 

“I just wish someone would���ugh!” Your hands wrung around an invisible neck and you stopped your pacing, dropped your arms, and just looked at Ethan. 

“Do something about it?” He asked you. 

You stepped forward until you stood between his legs. Your hands cupped his face and you leaned down until you were level, your noses almost touching. 

“Ethan,” you’d said, slowly. “I want you to fucking kill her.” His eyes darkened and then he smiled. “And make her suffer.” 

Ethan’s hands were on the back of your thighs and pulling you into his lap before you could really get a hold of yourself. He kissed you, and kissed you, and ground his hips up into yours, and flipped you onto your back. 

You had to stop him before he continued. “Do it first, baby. I’ll be waiting.” 

And you were. When he returned two hours later, his hands still shaking and that delighted glint in his eyes, you were sitting on your bed watching a show on your laptop. 

Your eyes lifted to look at him when he entered your room, and all you did was smile, shut your laptop, and beckon him over with enough energy to last you the entire night.

[klausysworld]

Could you do another part of my queen where the Scooby-Doo gang kidnaps y/n thinking she is just a random normal wolf that Klaus cares about like a pet, but then Bonnie finds out what she is and so they try to use her against Klaus with the help of Esther so they turn her into a human?

My Queen PT2

PT1

Since realising I was the wolf that saved him so many times a thousand years ago, Klaus had become much more eager to spend time with me. He seemed to believe he needed to take care of me, as though he owed it to me because of how I watched over him in the past.

He began to leave steaks outside my den and often tried to bring me into his house but I always refused him. He was the kind of person to not let me leave.

I was a wolf, not a pet dog.

And he became very aware of that when I bit his wrist so hard he nearly cried after he attempted to put a collar on him.

His siblings found the situation bizarre and I don’t blame them. Elijah often sighed when Niklaus tried to lure me into the house.

It seemed the Mikaelsons weren’t the only people who thought me to be a pet.

Salvatores, Gilberts, Forbes and Bennetts did too.

So much so that they had caged me and belittled me. They mocked and tormented me while I paced back and forth thinking of a way to get past. I could force my way out, break the bars and bite them all but I had so much wolves bane in my system that I probably wouldn’t get very far at all.

Besides the stupid witch was doing tests on me which weakened me by the minute and the vampires had buckets of wolfs bane mixed water ready to drown me in if I stepped out of line. Which I figured out wasn’t a bluff when I attempted to bite their precious human.

I remained as calm as I could for as long as I could. In fact I only really became more aggressive when a scarred Esther showed up with an arrogant Finn at her side.

She and Bonnie conversed and before I knew it my entire body was screaming at me in absolute agony.

It was as though my blood was on fine and burning me from the inside out, my limbs all bent the wrong ways and my spine snapped out of place.

I forced myself to my paws on shaky legs and began to bolt, I weaved past the witches. The others had left assuming it would take longer for the spell to take place.

I could hear them yelling and my teeth sunk into Finn’s leg when he lunged forward to grab me making him topple over to the ground and his in pain.

Everything hurt as I dashed through the streets alarming the locals and causing havoc and disaster as cars began to crash and people screamed. My senses were going haywire as my insides were stabbed at.

My body became off balanced as my back legs become longer than my front. I rolled forward and my paws fingers got tangled in my fur hair. My yelp sounded softer than usual and my breathing was heavier. I laid still on the ground for a moment when I saw two arms infront of me. I could feel my heart beating faster and I could feel my skin touching my skin. My fingers twitched and I lifted my hand in horror. I rolled onto my back and with far too much effort, pushed myself up with the palms of my hands.

What the fuck.

I looked down with wide eyes and my lips parted when I poked at my knees, I stretched my toes out with a look of disbelief on my face and hesitantly reached up to touch my nose. My teeth were blunt and and my snout was nonexistent and neither were my whiskers. I could hear my breathing quickening as I frantically looked at my new body.

My hair kept falling infront of my vision, it was as white as my fur but much longer and messier. I had little to no fur hair on the rest of my body making me feel weird as I slowly stood up. I grimaced at the feel of dirt and sticks against my feet, they hurt much more than when it was against my paws. I took a step forward only to return straight back to the ground due to leaning too far forward and having to push myself back up. I got onto my hands and knees before dragging myself to a nearby tree and pulling myself up.

This is not fun.

I basically hobbled through the woods, every step caused a horrible sting in the bases of my feet and the bark of the trees scratched my hands and my breasts if I got too close which hurt much more than I had thought. Thankfully the sky was getting darker so people shouldn’t be around. Stupid hikers and campers.

Thankfully only one guy saw me and he was clearly not in the right mind as he just gave me a thumbs up and walked off with a low whistle.

This would be the only time I am grateful for Klaus bringing me to his home so often because now I had memorised all of the ways there. It took way too long to get here but I made it.

I stared at the door blankly and hit my hands against it harshly making me wince as the sting that spread over my palms and pads of my fingers.

I heard a loud grumbling and a string of curses from Niklaus before the door opened making me stumble slightly as some of my weight had been against it. I fell against his chest and his arms circled me instantly.

God inside here was warm. It was absolutely fucking freezing without my fur and his body radiated heat like an open flame would.

His throat cleared but I didn’t look up at him, only stayed against him somewhat awkwardly, not really knowing what to do in this position. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see Elijah with a frown on his face

“Niklaus…why on earth are you hugging a naked girl in the middle of the night?” He asked getting nearer. His eyes locked on mine before glancing at my hair and back to my eyes again, his brows raised and he cleared his throat before turning his head and walking over out of my sight line. He returned within a second and a soft material was brought over my shoulders. I was guided away from Niklaus’s arms.

“You didn’t let anyone know that your little friend here could turn human” Elijah muttered quietly but not quietly enough apparently.

Klaus looked at me with wide eyes and an open mouth as his hand reached out in front of my face making me bare my teeth. His brows furrowed and I frowned before realising I didn’t exactly look very threatening like this.

“I wasn’t aware either” he whispered as his eyes dragged down my body making me pull the blanket around me and give him a dirty look. He blinked at me before apologising breathlessly and looking to Elijah in utter confusion.

He turned back to me with a hesitant look on his face, “my Queen…how long have you been human?” He asked, his tone almost nervous as he stared at me.

“For gods sake you two, look at her, clearly not very long” Rebekah’s voice came from my right before she was right beside me. “Come on flower, let’s get you washed and dried” she told me, her hands grabbed my arms and she pulled me along. I had not idea what to do. I didn’t know how to talk and I wasn’t able to just bite any of them. My cuts weren’t healing and I felt uncomfortable with everything about me.

My eyes widened at the stair case and my head shook quickly. “Come on, it’s okay” she tried as her hand pulled at mine, she tugged harder and my claws nails dug into her wrist and she let go with a curse. “Why you little-“

“Rebekah! Leave her be” Klaus growled before I felt his hand in my hip making me shift “it’s alright sweetheart, I’m going to lift you and take you up okay? We’ll figure this all out as soon as possible” I said nothing only stiffened and looked at him as I was carried up the stairs, one of his arms went under the back of my knees and the other against my back. I kept as still as I could until I was carefully put back down on my feet.

I looked around in confusion at the cold floors and shiny walls. My eyes widened and I stepped back when water began to blast against a big glass box.

“In you go love, into the shower” he directed while pushing me forward, the blanket was taken from me and I was under the hot water. I looked to him in slight betrayal and he gave a faint smile. I looked at him helplessly until he sighed and pushed his pants down and stepped in behind me. “Alright my Queen, everything’s gonna be okay, I’ll get you all clean and we can get some rest. I’ll get a witch out to help”

I tensed when he mentioned a witch but he didn’t comment on it and instead brought his fingers into my hair while the water poured over it and foamy soap fell to the base of the shower. His hands slid down my back and to my hips making me swallow thickly and turn around to look up at him. He was much taller in human form compared to our wolves.

I had seen Niklaus without any clothes many times after he turned but never had my body reacted the way it was now. Everything felt much hotter and my lower abdomen tingled. I looked up to see his brows risen as his head tilted to the side with a growing smirk on his lips

“Well you certainly are different like this aren’t you?” He hummed making me growl quietly in my throat though it sounded much softer than I had hoped and he chuckled. “Not quite the same affect hm?” His hand cupped my face and his thumb rubbed over my lower lip making my brows furrow “not so strong now are we little wolf?” He cooed at me like I was a child’s, so I did the only logical thing I could think of and bit his thumb.

He hissed and snatched his hand away making me see my opening and rush out of the shower, I was dripping wet as I ran out the bathroom and through his room only for him to appear directly infront of me at the doorway. I let out an ‘mph’ as I knocked into him and winced at the impact against my breasts.

I shoved at his chest but was lifted up and tossed onto his bed making me yelp. In a flash he was back on top of me and my face was heating up significantly as his naked body pressed to mine. My body reacted on its own to him and I was starting to get annoyed with myself. “You need to calm down love” he whispered lowly and a delightful sensation ran along my spine. My breathing picked up and my thighs squeezed together. His fingers brushed over my cheek and he gently kissed the corner of my mouth. “I shouldn’t have belittled you, I got carried away with how adorable you are as a human” he murmured and I let out a breath. “I never expected you to be human my queen, I didn’t think about how desirable you’d look” he whispered “but you’re all confused at the moment and clearly been through something so for now, I will get you something to cover up your stunning body so that I don’t pounce on you…again” he smiled and I gave a weak one in response.

With much reluctance he got me into a shirt and underwear, him self in a similar state and beckoned me over to his side of the bed. I shuffled closer and he brought an arm around me, my nose pressed to his chest and i breathed in his scent. He didn’t smell as strong without my wolf nose but he still smelt nice.

His hand stroked the back of my head pleasantly and I sunk into the bed, being a human wasn’t awful per say but I sure as hell hoped that those stupid witches burned for it.

[katz-rambles]

My first Finn ask!! Yay! I hope this is good!

"I watched arcane for the plot." The plot:

(fluff, gn!reader, a little smidge of a jealous reader, I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Your job is pretty easy, you may have a bunch of stuff to do. But it's not too stressful, especially since your boss is none other than your husband. You're sitting on the edge of his desk as he's going on about the stuff that happened today, how the assignment he gave the chem barons got messed up by the firelights. You're not even sure if you're fully listening, you're honestly just staring at him. His words go in one ear and out the other, but the way his voice scratches your brain enables you from diverting your attention.

The moment is interrupted by a loud knock at the door, you quickly hop off his desk and take your place beside him. “Come in.” Finn's voice drones, clearly already uninterested and the person isn't even inside his office yet. One of the chem-baroness’ awkwardly steps inside the office, you don't recognize her, although you've seen her around. Finn looks up from his desk, his gaze staring holes in the poor woman, he leans back in his chair and motions for her to start talking, and she does. Finn listens to her, not as intently as she would have liked, occasionally butting in to give his comments, though he doesn't do or say much else.

When she leaves there's a, uncomfortable, silence that takes over the room. You have to give it to her, she goes on for a long while, longer than you would have liked, but it's impressive nonetheless. Although you felt like ripping her hair out halfway through when she started to give Finn the ‘fuck me’ eyes, though you don't blame her, and if it weren't for Finn grabbing your thigh and silently telling you no, you would have.

You scoff, “I don't think I've ever heard someone talk so long before.” You sit back up on the edge of his desk, swinging your legs over so you're facing Finn this time. One of his hands rests comfortably on your thigh, rubbing it as he shakes his head, fighting a smile. “She made some interesting points.” He looks up at you, leaning his cheek on your knee, the cold metal of his prosthetic jaw causes you to flinch away from him. He laughs at your antics and gives your knee a kiss, as good of a kiss as he can.

You grab on to his left arm, lifting it up to grab his hand. You trace your finger over the cold metal of the wedding band that adorns his ring finger. He chuckles and his eyes flick down to your own wedding band. “I have no idea how no one has noticed yet,” you think out loud, your finger trailing up his ring finger and up his arm, tracing some of his tattoos. “I mean, it's not like we actively hide it.” You finish your thought, looking at the tattoo on his chest and tracing it with your finger, he sighs and grabs your hand. “I don't know.” He brings your hand up to kiss your palm.

You slide off the desk and into his lap, placing your arms around his neck, as he lets go of your hand, moving to cup your face, he brings his face closer, connecting your lips together. A soft kiss, his silent way of saying ‘I love you.’ You reciprocate before pulling away and resting your forehead on his. You smile and he kisses you again, it's a little awkward to kiss someone with a prosthetic jaw, but you've gotten used to it.

It's these soft moments that you two have together to remind you both that, no matter what, you will always have each other. “Till death do us part.” He mumbles into the kiss and you laugh breathlessly. “Till death do us part.” You repeat him, resting your head on his shoulder. Both of you enjoying the peace of the moment.

[the-possum-writes]

[Monster Mash] 🔞

❥Character: (Hugwolf) Finn Mertens

❥Tags: NS/FW, smut, non specified private parts, gender neutral reader, kn0ts, size difference, teratophilia

❥Synopsis: Jake entrusts you to watch Finn while they look for a cure.

❥Wordcount: 1028

❥A/N: Happy Halloween! I couldn't do October themed stuff but I had this request in the bin from AO3 and I figured today was an ideal day to post. 🎃👻🐺

❥Taglist: @foxpearlwilder

"Keep an eye on Finn while we track down the Alfa Hugwolf, don't let him out of your sight!" Is the responsibility Jake entrusted upon you.

"Good hunting!" I'll do whatever it takes to keep him here." Is your vow to Jake as you shakily grasp the walkie talkie, but throughout your conversation, you failed to notice Cinnamon bun being used to free hugwolf Finn from his confinement that was designed particularly to keep him locked up. You dropped the walkie talkie as you turned around slowly and saw a set of yellow canine eyes peering down at you with the utmost need for affection. The warm breath huffing over your shoulder had startled you into a chilly position. His big fluffy arms lift you up faster than you could run away, not that you'd get very far, but it's better than passively being squeezed that has your sides aching and your heart fluttering, and even then, there's only so much of his hugs you can take before falling limp to the hugwolf's touch, Finn sniffs you curiously before huffing in disdain that you couldn't handle his cuddles like many others.

The Hugwolf was more than willing to abandon you in search of a new hug victim, but you're not ready to let him go so easily. Jake trusted you, and you'll do whatever it takes to see it through, especially since it involves your best friend's safety.

"is that all you got?" You manage to stand on unsteady legs, but your arms are sturdy and ready.

This caused the hugwolf to run up to you for another large hug, knocking you off your feet and onto the floor, but instead of feeling the dungeon rock, you collided against Finn's coarse fur as he protected you from the fall, holding you up to him as he rubbed himself all over you. This wasn't too bad if you ignored the fact that you were caught in his grip like a pet owner overly devoted towards their pet; you found yourself snoozing away unconscious because of how pleasant Finn's hold was on you, but then something different startled you awake.

"So soft." With short huffs and playful growls, the Hugwolf caressed you over his chest and midriff, letting you feel a hardened hump pressing against your plump bottom. One of your hands crept away from your side and gently touched the firm bulge that was now warm against the fabric of Finn's shorts, or what remained of them.

The Hugwolf makes you gasp. There's a warmth whirling inside your gut at the idea developing in your head, consequently Finn responded by thrusting his hips forward in a frantic whimper. "Whatever it takes," you say to yourself as you put your hand inside Finn's shorts. His snout nestles into your shoulder as he adjusts his grip on you in a more gentle squeeze, laying the two of you on his side so he can enthusiastically wag his tail, dry humping his growing cock against your open palm that doesn't slow down its stroking. "Argh, I'm gonna hug you so hard," he breaths in your aroma before tasting you directly by licking the side of your cheek, making your face burn warm because it's the closest thing to a kiss you've had from Finn. Except for the one time you gave him mouth to mouth, which doesn't count. Your heart races against Finn's chest as soon as you think the hug can't get any hotter. Finn pulls you up to him and tears your lower clothes, including your underwear, leaving you blushing profusely. "Whoa! Take it easy, there! You're at least twice my size-!" Instead of warning him, it made you want him even more. Particularly now that his heart-shaped paws have turned you over in such a way that your private parts are in full view of his ravenous glare, lapping you and leaving behind enough saliva to give the impression that he was drinking water from a bowl, Finn's tongue stimulation has you jerking and squirming in his grasp as the ecstasy takes over your body and senses.

"Won't let you go" Hugwolf Finn growls greedily. Finn left you so stunned that you were unable to recognize that he had flipped you again, with your back against his chest and both legs raised as he tried to slide inside of you. Finn kept trying to push the leaking tip of his cock inside of you, but it kept slipping away and brushing against your sensitive areas, so you cried out in desperation and grabbed hold of his heated shaft, hoping to guide it straight into your waiting insides. You give a strained, "Oh fuck-!" as Finn doesn't wait for you to calm down and just begins pounding on you like there's no tomorrow. But he also hugs you while you're gasping and groaning, giving you sloppy hugwolf kisses and lovingly telling you how nice you feel.

You imagined he'd already filled you to the full with his entire cock, but there's a lovely little surprise waiting for you just at the base of his length, something round and throbbing, like an unexpected gift wrapped in a gorgeous knot. "Fiiinnn... I don't know if it'll fit... But, but... I want it inside! All of you!" You gasp at the extra heat stuffing you full, practically swaying your hips in sync with Finn's just to try to match his speed to no effect. But who needs speed when the rhythm of this dirty dance begins to lose its pace as you climax right here on Finn's hugwolf cock. Your smaller form twitches in the aftermath as Finn pumps you up full of his warm cum, unable to measure how much of it there is due to his knot keeping you in place, but hey at least you accomplished your mission.

"Hah... I did it~ I'll be keeping you here until Jake comes back with the cure..." You say with a triumphant smile as Finn cuddles up to you like you're a teddy bear. Although now that you think about it, this hugwolf curse isn't so bad, deep down you hope it'll take a while for them to find that cure.

[saintsovl]

Loving You

Dom's takes care of your while you are injured with a torn acl.

Dom & You never seen eye to eye well that's what people thought deep down you were like two people who can't be separated from each other.

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Dom was chilling in the judgment day clubhouse scrolling through X, he immediately stopped when he saw you was calling him.

"What do you want Y/N?" He said sounding annoyed, but was really happy you called him.

"Dom, I torn my ACL..." you said as you sounded weak and hurt from all the crying you did before calling him, starting to tear a little on the other end.

"What do you mean, Is this a joke?" Dom said his voice changed, sounding worried with a little of yelling when he said that.

"No it's not i need you..."

Dom quickly hanged up, keeping his muscle T-shirt, jeans, and some flip-flops on running to your place.

It wasn't long before you heard a doorbell at your place, as you got up limping on your one good foot.

Dom looked with hurt in his eyes, seeing you like this. He walked in himself as you closed the door behind him.

Once you locked the door, he walked up to you, lifting you all the way off your feet in a bear hug as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"How did this happen?" Dom asked, looking into your eyes as you looked into his.

"My match last night, I wasn't careful." You said telling the genuine truth, one spot where you tried to go for suicide dive but you're right knee landed awkwardly.

"Fuck, you know what I'm gonna take care of you." Dom looked at you now with determination in his eyes, making it his goal to be there for you.

"Wait, huh!?" You said blushing, but also confused why he would want to.

"What about Rhea, Finn, JD, and Damian?" You spoke up again, tilting your head a bit.

"I'll ask HHH for a break to care of you, you are my main priority Y/N." He said has he gently sat on the couch, laying you on his lap.

"But-" you tried to protest but he silenced you with a kiss, before pulling away.

"No buts, I'm taking care of you final." He said with a dead serious look meaning it.

"This gonna be a fun six to nine months." That warm smile appeared on your face, showing your dimples.

"There's that cute smile." He said, running his hands through your hair smiling looking down at you.

"I love you Dom." You said as you looked up at him while you kept your head on his lap, looking up at him smiling.

"I love you too Y/N." He looked down at you then smiled before leaning in giving you a kiss, which of course you kissed back.

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The End!

First time doing this lmk if yall want part two.

[haddonfieldwhore]

obvious - damian priest

damian priest x gn! reader

part one here

word count: 2.8k

warnings: scripted violence, reader almost passes out, nsfw themes/implied smut, again - no age specified for reader but it’s written as if they’re around rheas age

you had been correct; rhea hadn’t said anything about you spending the night in damian’s room, nor had finn or dom. the five of you had spent the last few days together, and you were grateful at how quickly you felt like you were fitting in with the group.

that had been almost a week ago, and you and damian had managed to not get caught as you continued sneaking around. currently you were in the gym training with rhea for your match against raquel, enjoying some alone time with your best friend.

“are you excited?” she asked, and you shrugged.

“yes - but i’m also nervous. it’s not gonna be an easy match,” you replied. obviously, you already knew the outcome of the match, but the rest of the team didn’t; they just knew what to do afterwards.

“it’s no fun if it’s easy,” she laughed, and you smiled.

“you’re right. i’ve worked too hard for things to be handed to me now.”

“that’s the spirit. and me and the boys will be there to cheer you on,” she smiled.

“thank you. i’ll be way less nervous with all of you there with me.”

“of course,” you signalled that you were done working out, wiping sweat off your forehead with a towel as you flopped onto the floor, laying on your back. you heard damian and finn walk into the gym, and looked up as a shadow fell over you, damian’s talk frame blocking the light as he stood above you. he reached his hand out to help you up and you took it, letting him pull you to your feet. you stumbled slightly as you got to your feet, your legs still tired from the workout you’d just finished. damian caught you as you teetered, his hands on your hips as he steadied you.

“you okay?” he asked, and you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. you nodded, smiling.

“yeah - thank you for the assist,” you laughed, and damian finally let go of you as rhea walked up behind you, reminding both of you that she was there.

“no problem. you feeling ready for your match tomorrow night?” finn asked, setting down his stuff on the bench and lacing up his workout shoes.

“i think so,” you said, but you didn’t sound so sure.

“you’ve got this, we all know you can do it,” damian smiled, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“we’ll see you guys for dinner later?” rhea asked, and the guys nodded, as you and rhea left the gym.

“you and damian seem to be getting along,” rhea commented, and your heart sped up.

“yeah,” you smiled, hoping you played it off well enough. “he seems cool. all of the guys do.”

“that’s good, i knew you guys would hit it off.” you didn’t have time to wonder if she knew more than she was letting on, when her phone rang.

“that’s buddy - i’ll catch you later!” she smiled, disappearing around the corner of the hallway as he answered the call from her fiancé. you smiled, happy for her as you walked back to the hotel room. you took a quick shower and started getting dressed for dinner with rhea and the boys, when your phone buzzed on the counter. it was a text message from damian, and you smiled as you sat down on the bed.

the text message was a photo taken in the gym mirror, damian lifting his shirt to show off his abs. you felt you face heat up, admiring his physique as you typed out a reply.

‘wish you were here in person instead’

‘name a time and place and i’m yours’ he replied, and your heart flipped.

‘after dinner? i think this hotel has a pool….’ you sent back.

‘deal’

you were about to set your phone down when it buzzed again.

‘if you think you can wait that long ;)’ you rolled your eyes at the message, but smiled as you replied.

‘i’m more worried about you’ you sent back, and still in just your undergarments, you sent back a photo of your own.

‘this dinner is gonna be torture; not being able to touch you all night’

‘i know you can behave’

‘you’re in for it when i get you alone’ he threatened playfully, and you felt you cheeks getting warm.

‘promise?’

‘let’s just say you’re lucky you have a match tomorrow or you wouldn’t be walking anywhere’

‘damn. why did i choose this career’ you joked. ‘i have to finish getting ready, but i’ll see you later’

‘can’t wait’ he texted back, and you finally set your phone down and began getting dressed. you had picked out a nice outfit, mostly black and not too fancy, and got dressed. you heard the door opening as rhea got back, yelling to you you that she was gonna have a shower.

of course you were looking forward to spending time with your new friends, you just hoped this dinner went by fast.

•••

dinner had been a lot of fun, and you felt like you had gotten to know the rest of the judgment day better by the end of the night. you were sitting between damian and rhea, and damian had been messing with you all night, either touching your leg with his or resting his hand on your thigh under the table. thankfully, no one had noticed, but you were definitely going to give him shit for it now that you were alone. it was around midnight, and you had texted him as soon as rhea had fallen asleep to meet you at the elevator. within two minutes damian was walking down the hallway towards you, and you smiled as he approached you.

“i hate to ask, but you do know the pool is closed right?”

“i know,” you smiled, as the elevator arrived, the door opening to let you both inside. the second the door was shut, damian had you trapped between his body and the wall of the elevator cart, his lips on yours as your arms wrapped around his the back of his neck. his hips pressed against yours, and you moaned softly into his mouth. the elevator dinged to signal that you had arrived at your destination. you gently pushed his chest and he backed up, creating space between you just in case there was anyone who might see you. the coast was clear, and you grabbed his hand, exiting the elevator and pleading him down the hallway towards the pool. you got to the door and it indeed was locked, but you pulled a bobby pin out of your pocket and managed to pick the lock, getting the door open.

“where do you learn how to do that?” damian asked, impressed.

“youtube,” you shrugged, and pulled him into the pool room.

“you are full of suprises,” he laughed. the main lights were off in the pool area, leaving only emergency lights in, making the room dimly lit, but bright enough to see around.

“i also didn’t bring a bathing suit,” you admitted, and damian walked forward until you were face to face with his chest, and his hands began to undo the button on your shorts.

“good. one less thing for me to take off,” he said, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“there’s a hot tub over there too,” you pointed out, undoing the zipper of his hoodie to find that he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath.

“that sounds like a really bad idea,” he teased, removing your shirt as you started to work on getting his pants off. “let’s go.”

“you don’t seem worried about getting caught,” you noticed, and he smirked.

“that’s half the fun, baby.”

•••

after spending a few hours with damian, you’d managed to sneak back to your room without rhea noticing that you were gone. it was the next day; the day of your first singles match on the main roster, and you were getting your ring gear on. your hands were shaking slightly from nerves, but you were also excited. you finished getting ready and headed backstage to wait for your time to go on. the storyline was that this match was to prove how much you wanted to be in the judgment day; if you won, you were in. the rest of the group would be at ringside watching, evaluating your performance to decide if you were good enough. rhea walked over to you backstage, patting you on the shoulder.

“you’ve got this. remember to have fun though okay? i know you love this, and this is your moment; take it all in.”

“thanks rhea,” you hugged her right, the studs on her ring jacket digging in to your arms but you didn’t care.

“yeah, you’re gonna do great,” dominik smiled, and you gave him and finn each a fistbump. damian walked over to you, giving you a friendly looking side hug.

“go out there and kick some ass,” he said, and you laughed, returning the hug.

it finally came time for your match, and you went out first, your music hitting as you walked down the ramp, the other members of the judgment day close behind you. you stepped into the ring, taking rheas advice and letting the moment sink in; and she was right, you loved this.

raquel came out and the match went smoothly, all of the spots between the two of you going as planned. the match was planned out to be pretty one sided in favour of your opponent, as it wouldn’t be believable if you immediately squashed you competition on your first big match. raquel had suplexed you off of the top rope, and power bombed you into the mat multiple times, and you could tell you would be feeling it in the morning. you had managed to get her down for a pin a twice as well but not for the three count. it was nearing the end of the match, and raquel had you in a submission hold, your body begging you to tap out but you wouldn’t let yourself. you knew you had to win this. raquel adjusted her hold on you, pulling you to the centre of the ring as her arm under your chin made it hard to breathe. you reached for the ropes as rhea encouraged you to hang in there, tapping the apron next to you.

“come on, salem. i thought you wanted this,” she yelled at you, cheering you on while remaining in character. you were beginning to feel light headed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hang on. rhea was right, you did want this. being in the judgment day with your best friend was a dream come true. the official came over to check that you were still conscious as your eyes had began to flutter closed, but deemed that you were still okay to continue the match for the time being. using that motivation, you against all odds managed to roll yourself over, and with the element of surprise managed to pin raquel’s shoulders down while she was still holding you. the official counted to three and you heard the bell ring, meaning you had won.

raquel let go of you and you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as laid flat on the mat, breathing heavily as rhea slid under the bottom rope, scaring raquel out of the ring. the judgment day music played, cementing your status in the group as damian and finn helped you up, before lifting you onto their shoulders. you couldn’t stop smiling despite the pain you were in as they let you down, making sure your feet were steady on the ground, before the five of you exited the ring. rhea had her arms around you and dominik, and the other members showed off their titles, an impressive amount of gold between the members of the judgment day.

once you were all backstage, the adrenaline began to wear off, but your smile remained as other superstars congratulated you on an amazing match. you shook hands with raquel, thanking her for being a part of such an important moment for you, and she pulled you into a hug, and you winced a little in pain but laughed nonetheless.

“what do you say guys? i think it’s time for another celebration, don’t you think?” finn suggested, and you all agreed. despite how exhausted you were excited to party with your new friends again. you got backstage to change out of your ring gear, the boys already gone to wait in the parking garage for you and rhea.

“how do you feel?” she asked through the door of the locker room bathroom you were changing in.

“emotionally and mentally? amazing. physically? like i got hit by a truck,” you both laughed.

“yeah. you kind of get used to the physical part. the rush doesn’t go away though. at least - it hasn’t for me,” she explained. “and you might feel better physically if you hadn’t spent the night with damian the day before your match.”

“i-,” your eyes went wide, and you stepped out of the bathroom now fully dressed. “we didn’t-“

“save it,” she laughed. “it’s kinda obvious from the way he looks at you,” she said smiling, and you were relieved that she didn’t seem mad. “and i’m your best friend! of course i figured it out.” you laughed, punching her arm lightly.

“do finn and dominik know?” you asked, and she shook her head.

“no, they’re oblivious. i bet it will take them forever to find out. but i think they’ll be happy for you guys. i mean, whatever you have going on…”

“i’m not sure. it’s still really new but i like it, whatever it is. it’s kinda like having a friend that you also sleep with.”

“isn’t that exactly what it is?” rhea laughed, pushing you softly.

“yeah i guess you’re right,” you laughed with her.

“well i think you guys make a great couple; whatever the specifics are. i’m happy for both of you. and between you and me priest really needed to get laid he was starting to get grumpy-“

“rhea!”

“what? it’s true?” she laughed. “he’s been way more relaxed since you showed up. did you two really hook up the first night after your welcome party?” she asked, no judgment in her voice.

“yeah,” you admitted, and rhea squealed.

“i’m glad you guys got together,” she said. “now let’s go celebrate your big match!” she grabbed your hand and dragged you to the parking garage where the guys were waiting. you were all on one bus this time, meaning you got to party while you made your way to the next town. you knew rhea wouldn’t tell the others without your permission, but and you were honestly a little relieved that she knew; it would make it easier to sneak around if you had her covering for you. even if you told your friends, you weren’t ready for the whole locker room to know just yet.

“finally! let’s get this party started!” damian called as you and rhea approached the bus. rhea winked at priest as she walked into the bus, dominik and finn already inside.

“does she know?” damian whispered to you, and you nodded.

“she figured it out on her own,” you defended yourself, not sure if he would be upset.

“i’m not mad, or surprised honestly. i don’t really care if the rest of them know, as long as that’s okay with you.”

“i’m okay with them knowing too,” you smiled.

“that means i can do this,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. you smiled, hearing tapping on the window of the bus from inside. you looked up to see dom in the window, and could hear rhea laughing as finn yelled for you and priest to get on the bus.

laughing, the two of you got into the bus, finn taking the first driving shift as damian sat down, pulling you into his lap. things had gone even better than you’d imagined during your first week on the main roster, and you were more than excited for what the future would hold. you had new friends, a new romance, and were doing what you loved most in the world, and you got to do it every week with your best friend.

“cheers- to the newest member of the judgment day!” rhea toasted, and the boys all cheered, damian kissing your cheek as he squeezed you in his arms. you giggled, leaning back against him as rhea passed each of you a drink.

“and congratulations on an amazing first match on monday night raw,” dominik smiled, tapping his cup against yours.

“thank you guys. i couldn’t have done it without you all there cheering me on,” you smiled.

“we’re a family, that’s what we do,” rhea smiled, sitting next to you and damian, and she leaned over to kiss your other cheek, causing you to laugh again.

you could definitely get used to this life.

[mamisfavmosher]

Poly Judgement Day where the reader uses their safe word and they comfort them and reassure that they love them

thanks for the request!

tap out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: smut, overstimulation, use of safeword, slightly mean!judgment day in the beginning, slight breath play, language, etc

"You better drop the attitude. Now." Rhea harshly demanded.

The only reason I had an attitude right now was because of Finn. He had been pressuring me for days about my match coming up at the next PPV event. If putting me through countless days of training and extremely constrictive dieting wasn't enough, his conversations toward me hadn't exactly been too kind either. It ranged anywhere from degrading comments on my form for certain moves in the ring to nitpicking my daily habits that needed to be "better". Obviously, it was only going to be a matter of time before I snapped.

"I have every right to have an attitude right now, Rhea! Finn has been hounding me for days-" My words were cut off when Rhea's hand slapped across my face.

Her nails dug into my skin as her hand tightened into a vice grip around my neck, "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you," She paused to grab my jaw with her free hand, forcefully yanking my head toward her. "But, knock it off before we make you." The hand on my neck let go and roughly shoved me back.

I inhaled deeply, anger rising and eyes narrowing at her threat. The men in the room cautiously watched the two of us, Rhea walking over to the vanity as if the argument was over. Not even close.

Damian moved closer, his large frame towering behind me. "Shooting death glares at Rhea's back isn't going to help you, sweetheart." He called out my actions causing Rhea to look back at me, her gaze seeping with venom.

"I wasn't-" Damian's arm quickly circled around my waist and pulled me back against him to keep me still, Rhea's hand slapping across my face once more.

"You were. Don't lie." He seethed into my ear. Choked sobs escaped my mouth from the pain spreading throughout my face. "Mami told you to drop the attitude. I suggest you obey, little girl." Damian continued and a smirk slowly lifted onto Rhea's lips.

"How is that fair?! Why is Finn not getting told off? This is bullshit!" I exclaimed in a fit. Damian immediately shoved me down onto my knees, his thumb forcing its way into my mouth and yanking my jaw open.

"Finn? Do us the honor and shut the little bitch up?" Priest nodded toward Finn who stood up and walked over to us. Quickly undoing his belt and shoving his pants down, he roughly thrusted his cock into my mouth. I gagged as his tip hit the back of my throat and felt my eyes start to water. My muffled sounds rang through the air as Finn fucked my face.

Rhea kneeled down with a sickly sweet smile and cooed, "Aww, is the little brat tryna say something?" She pulled my hair back and held my head still so that Finn could thrust deeper. I gagged on his cock, tears starting to roll down my face. "Too bad you decided to have an attitude. Finn was only trying to help you win," She bit my shoulder harshly. "And you respond by being a bitch. How disrespectful." Her hand reached over and pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. I instantly started to panic.

Grabbing Rhea's wrist in my hand, I pushed her arm away as hard as I could. She knew I didn't like this kind of stuff. Finn pulled out to let me breathe for a second, his hand fisting in my hair to keep me in place.

"Wait... please." I gasped frantically for air and placed my hands on Finn's legs to hopefully keep him at bay. He sighed in frustration, an obvious look of annoyance on his face.

"You're real pathetic, lass. You know that?" Finn degraded me and spit onto my cheek, smearing it in with his thumb. "Just a dumb whore. How about you spread your legs and let the boys fuck you. Think you can handle that?" He roughly hoisted me up and shoved me onto the bed. I could feel my hands starting to shake out of nervousness. They had never been this mean to me and the fact that Rhea already pushed one of my limits was putting me on edge.

I watched Dom and Damian move over toward me, already fully undressed. They both used bruising grips to position me on my back and Dom immediately started pounding into me. I winced at the feeling of not being ready, barely even wet. Damian shoved my head to the side where I was met with Finn's cock again. Begrudgingly, I opened my mouth and took him in.

A harsh slap to my pussy made me flinch as a sadistic grin grew on Damian's lips. He repeated the motion over and over along with snide remarks whispered into my ear. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks at all of the pain I was feeling. Through blurry vision I watched Rhea come over to me with nipple clamps.

I whined around Finn's cock as she clamped down on my nipples. She flicked them up and down a few times before moving to sit right next to me. I calmed down slightly as she gently ran the back of her knuckles along my cheek, wiping some tears away.

I let out a loud muffled cry as Damian pulled the clamps on my nipples hard, but not enough to pull them off. Rhea slapped my face, "Shut up, brat. No one wants to listen to you."

This was too much.

Everything going on was more than I've ever had to handle. Dom was still thrusting into my dry pussy, Finn was gagging me on his cock, Damian was causing extreme pain to my nipples, and Rhea was slapping and degrading me. Maybe I should use my safeword.

As I contemplated the situation, Rhea reached over to pinch my nose closed again. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on not panicking, but it was too late for that. I threw my hand over and frantically tapped on Rhea's leg three times. She immediately went into high alert.

"Guys!" The men in the room all stopped what they were doing at her tone. They all removed themselves from me and Rhea quickly released the nipple clamps. "Baby?"

She was speaking to me. I could tell. But now I'm overwhelmed. My heart feels like it's about to burst out of my chest and my lungs aren't cooperating. I can't breathe. Pain is radiating throughout my body and my mind is trying to leave the situation, but I don't think it knows how.

"Babe?!" Her hand gently shook my shoulder and I opened my eyes. Tears were now pouring down my face and my body had curled up into a ball. "Baby, talk to us. Please."

"Red." They all felt their hearts sink at the sound of a single word. It had been too much and they weren't aware. I felt myself shake as sobs escaped my throat, all the feelings of pain, anger, discomfort, and unease coming to the surface.

"Sweetheart..." Finn kneeled next to me and gently placed a hand on the bed next to me, unsure on how I would react to his touch just yet. "We're so so sorry. We never meant for it to go this far." His tone was noticeably sad. I cautiously glanced up at him before looking away just as quickly.

The room was silent for a few moments as the four tried to figure out how to handle this.

"You okay, beautiful? Anything we can get for you?" Damian softly asked. I shook my head without looking at any of them.

"I'm sorry, mi amor." Dom mumbled and placed a gentle kiss on my leg causing me to wince at his touch. His face fell at my reaction and he backed away quickly.

Rhea still sat next to me, but hovered her hand in hesitation. She saw how I reacted to Dom touching me and was almost sure it would be the same for her. "Babydoll..." She pulled the covers over my legs as gently as she could. "Can I touch you?" The air was still as I harshly debated the answer in my head. I nodded. Her touch was feather light as she caressed my skin. Instinctually, I cuddled into her side. She ran her hand through my hair and held me tight against her. It was her own way of attempting to show me that she was still someone that would protect me. She placed little kisses on my forehead and whispered apologies to me over and over as I cried into her shirt. "I'm so sorry, sweet girl."

"It was too much, Mami. It hurt so bad!" I sobbed. Her heart shattered at my words. She held me even tighter.

"Oh, babygirl. We're so sorry. We never should've let it go this far. I love you, pretty girl. So much," She gestured towards the boys. "We all do. You mean everything to us." She kissed my head.

Finn reached out and gently held my hand. "I'm sorry I've been so hard on ya, lass. I just wanted to make sure you were ready for your match, but clearly, I wasn't taking good enough care of ya. And for that, I apologize. But I love you more than anything in this world, you hear me?" I nodded and he gave me a small smile.

Damian placed a warm hand on my leg, letting me know he was there and that I was safe. Dom was hesitant, but he soon moved closer to the bed where we were and sat down. I softly tapped his leg with my foot and he instantly smiled, "Love you, chica." He kissed my knee and grinned at me.

"I love you guys, too." My voice was quiet and raspy. "But, can we just go to bed now? I'm so exhausted." They all agreed and happily squished me into the center of the bed where they could all cuddle me.

No matter how bad things get, I guess I can always count on them to protect me, even from themselves.

[theworldofotps]

Day at The Park

The Demon Dad series, follows Bálor as he navigates parenthood. Description: Y/n and Finn want to take their baby to the park for some enrichment, Bálor thinks it's silly. Masterlist

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Demon Dad tag list: @slutfortheeclaymore __________ As Y/n pushed the stroller through the gates of the park, the autumn sunbathed the playground in a golden light. It was a perfect day to be out calm, cool, and filled with the sounds of kids laughing and playing. Finn walked beside her, his hand resting protectively on her back as they made their way toward an open grassy area where some mothers and their babies sat on blankets. The three of them bundled up to keep the chill away.

Their daughter, a bright-eyed little thing with tufts of dark hair, cooed softly from her seat. She kicked her legs excitedly, as if sensing the adventure ahead. Y/n smiled, her heart warm and content carefully lifted her from the stroller. Laying her down on the thick blanket Finn laid out. Her legs and arms stretched out in front of her as she kicked around some more.

"This is going to be good for her, getting some fresh air while being around other babies. She’ll make some friends hopefully."

Y/n said as she sat down on the blanket next to their daughter. Finn gave her a lopsided grin, but suddenly his eyes flashed with something darker. She knew that look all too well, his expression changed subtly, his posture stiffened and the air around them felt thicker, more charged.

"Friends?" Came the deep, guttural voice of Bálor who made a surprise appearance. His eyes darkened, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"She's six months old, Y/n the child has the IQ of a carrot. What exactly do you think she'll be doing here? Discussing philosophy with the other drooling infants?"

Y/n shot him a look, both exasperated and amused. She had grown used to Bálor's gruff, often sarcastic remarks especially when it came to things their daughter was doing.

“She’s here to be around other babies, Bálor. It’s good for her development. Not everything is about brains at this age, you know. Social interaction matters too.”

Bálor scoffed, folding his arms as he glanced around the park with mild disdain.

“Social interaction? She barely knows her own hand from her foot. She’s more interested in that teething toy you keep shoving at her face than any of these so-called friends.” He motioned to the group of babies nearby, wriggling on their blankets like worms. Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

“Not everything is as grim as you make it out to be babe. She’s learning. Babies learn from watching and imitating others; you'd know this if you read those parenting books that Finn keeps telling you about.”

Bálor stared at her for a long moment before sighing dramatically.

“I'm the king of the underworld I don't have the time nor the desire to read parenting books. However, if this is what you two want fine, but don’t come crying to me when she spends the next hour gnawing on a block instead of making your 'friends.'”

He leaned down to peer at the baby, his voice lowering to a growl.

“You’re lucky your mom is a babe and your dad likes you.”

The baby, oblivious to the demon within her father, let out a happy squeal and grabbed at his face, her tiny fingers just brushing his nose. Bálor's scowl softened, and for a brief second, Y/n saw Finn breaking through the demon's mask, the tenderness in his eyes returning.

"See?"

Y/n grinned, nudging him with her elbow.

"She’s already charming you we aren't fooled by that tough behavior."

Bálor huffed, rubbing his nose where her tiny fingers had poked him.

"She's got a long way to go."

He muttered, but the faintest trace of a smile flickered on his lips as they continued watching their daughter.