#third person reader

[thefairywithboots]

If You Wake Up With The Sunrise (Robert Plant x fem!Reader)

Our unnamed OC wakes up next to Robert after a night of passion. She gives him a massage before he has to leave for an interview.

This is filling out TWO fluff requests that were sent to my inbox two weeks ago, the first one requesting a massage fic, and another being from a prompt list that included "pressing foreheads together."  I wanted to prove that I was capable of writing Robert fic that wasn't smut, but even my fluff fics have smutty undertones. Anyways, I have delayed this fic longer than I should have due to my personal life being hectic, and it's much shorter than I usually write, but I hope someone enjoys this.

Warnings: Fluff and sap with smutty undertones.

Rating: T+

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Her body felt heavy when she awoke in the morning to sunlight peeking through the curtains in the hotel room. She had been so satisfied with last night’s endeavors that it took her a moment to remember that she was not in her own bedroom.

Her eyelids were heavy with sleep, and she could feel Robert’s warmth lying next to her. She felt tempted to fall back into a deep sleep and cuddle into him, but instead rose to open the curtains to flood the room with sunlight.

Robert stirred in bed, only to roll over and bury his head in the pillow. She made her way over to his side of the bed, placing her hands over his shoulders and leaning down to press small kisses to his face.

“It’s time to wake up…” she said gently.

He groaned into the pillow. “Just a few more…”

She pressed kisses down his bare shoulders as she laid her body over top of him. “I’d like to sleep in with you too, but you have some interviews to do today, remember?”

He let out a small groan as he rolled over onto his back to face her. She took in his messy hair and sleepy face. He looked adorable, she thought, as she leaned down to press her chest against his. He smiled sleepily as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against him. Their lips met lazily while the last bit of sleep lingered between them. She inhaled his kiss, as if she were breathing him - as if he were her life source.

When the kiss finally broke, she pressed her forehead against his, their movements much slower and more languid than the roughness they had displayed the previous night. She closed her eyes, breathing in his musky aroma as he held her naked body tighter against his. He stole another kiss from her.

“You wore me out last night, you know that…?”

She smiled mischievously before pushing herself off the bed. Robert let out a small whine as he reached for her, his hands lingering on her hips as she pulled away.

“You plan on teasing me again, doll? You know how that always ends… you always end up on your back eventually.”

She felt her thighs clench when he said that, and it took everything in her to not just let him pull her back into bed and let him ravish her.

“You have an interview to do today,” she reminded him.

Robert sat up, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked at her. He was still half asleep, but his gaze was intense, as if he were hunting her down. It made the heat pool low in her abdomen. “We have a few hours to spare before I have to leave. I could have you lose your voice in less than half that amount of time.”

She bit her lip and glared at him, pulling on her robe to prevent herself from giving in to the temptation. “I think you should get a shower, Robert.”

She should too, they both smelled of sweat and sex, but she knew very well what would happen if she were to get into the shower with him.

He didn’t argue with her as he pulled himself out of bed and made his way into the bathroom. While the shower ran, she took the time to freshen up.

As she glanced towards the bathroom, she saw that Robert had left the door wide open so that she could have a clear view of him through the glass shower door. Her eyes travelled over him before the steam of the shower could completely fog up the glass as he washed his hair. The way the water poured over him, and the way he shook the water from his hair made him resemble a lion under the stream of a waterfall.

She was putting lotion on her legs when he came out of the bathroom, towel drying his hair. He didn’t even bother covering himself as he made his way back over to the bed, his usual air of confidence apparent as he pranced around in the nude.

“I saw you watching me, darlin’…”

“Oh, did you?” She continued lotioning her legs.

“You could have joined me.”

“You and I both know that would have taken more water than if we were to shower separately.”

Robert stretched out languidly on the bed, his toned body on display for her. “We have about an hour before I have to leave.”

She turned to face him. “I think you should be relaxed when you go…”

Robert’s arms looped around her as he pulled her against his warm body. “And you know what would relax me more than anything…” He pressed his lips against hers, pushing her robe back to get easier access to her breasts.

She kissed him back for a few moments before pulling away and holding his hands to prevent him from groping her. “Roll over onto your stomach,” she told him, reaching for the lotion.

He propped himself up with his arms. “Why?”

She rolled her eyes. “I told you I want you to feel relaxed before you leave.”

He did as he was asked and rolled over to lay down on his stomach. She pumped some lotion into her hands before gently massaging it into his broad shoulders, focusing her attention on his tense muscles as she added extra pressure to knead them.

Robert relaxed under her touch, letting a low groan escape his lips. She continued to knead his muscles, feeling the tension in his shoulders slowly dissolve as she continued her handiwork.

He quietly whimpered her name.

She felt that familiar sensation course through her at every little noise he made, and she soon found herself straddling his body. She leaned down to press a kiss to his back as she started to focus more attention on his lower back, causing him to whimper softly again.

“Am I being too rough?” she asked gently.

He shook his head into the pillow. “No… god, darlin’, don’t stop… I needed this…”

She continued to knead the muscles in his lower back, digging the heels of her hands into his lower back. Every small groan he made caused her core to flutter with anticipation. He seemed to know the effect he was having on her, because his noises became louder and more obvious that her massage was arousing him.

She quietly added more lotion as her hands continued to knead his muscular back. She resisted the urge to go any lower than the small of his back, as well as the urge to grind against him.

Robert’s body had gone limp from relaxation, and for a moment, she thought he had fallen back asleep. But as she got off him to put the lotion away, he turned his head in the pillow to meet her gaze through half-lidded eyes.

“You’re so good to me…” he said drowsily, his speech heavily accented.

She leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. Her hands ran through his still damp hair, massaging his scalp. This was his weakness, and she knew it. She mimicked her earlier ministrations she had done on his back on his head. “You do so much for me… I just wanted to make you feel good for once.”

Robert let out a soft, whiny moan. “Darlin’… just having you near me is enough to make me feel good…” Her nails gently scratched his scalp, and he turned his head slightly to steal a kiss from her. “I love you so much…”

She kissed him gently as she continued to work down towards his neck again, his skin slick and smooth from the lotion she used earlier. “I love you too, Robert.” She stood up. His gaze followed her. “Now get ready for your interview. It’s almost one.”

His blue eyes narrowed in annoyance, as if he were contemplating pouncing on her. “That’s it?”

She shrugged. “I wanted you to feel relaxed. Now get dressed.”

Robert looked like he was about to argue but instead got dressed, pulling his trousers on. She went into the bathroom to wash her face, and he followed in behind her a few minutes later, fully dressed with his leather jacket on.

He placed his hands on her hips and spun her around to face him, his eyes glaring into hers, almost predatory. He was so much taller than her, she had to crane her neck back to look up at him. She shivered when she felt how hard he was against her stomach.

“That little massage of yours has made me ridiculously aroused right now, and now I’m going to have to spend the entire interview trying to hide the obvious,” he said while placing his fingers under her chin as he held her gaze.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be that difficult if your bell-bottoms weren’t so impossibly tight — “

She barely finished her retort before he suddenly pulled her tight against him, his mouth capturing hers in an aggressively passionate kiss. Her eyes widened before she closed her eyes and kissed him back, reaching her hands up to run through his hair. This gesture caused a low growl to rumble through his chest as the kiss became more possessive.

When the kiss finally broke, her face was flushed, and her lips were swollen.

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” he told her while pushing a lock of hair out of her face. “And when I get back, I can assure you, you won’t be able to walk by the time I am finished with you.”

She let out a quiet gasp as Robert left the bathroom and left for his interview. She steadied herself against the counter, her mind spinning as she anticipated what they would do when he finally got back. 

[lightofthemoonglow]

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. well, i do feel better now that you're here.

Leslie Vernon

Notes: third person reader. Part of my Amorous August series. Contains some mild spice, general feelings of unease. Never forget that Leslie is a killer and schemer.

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The back door is unlocked.

She’s standing there, hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea. The smell of blueberry wafts up as she watches the door waver slightly, pushed inwards by the wind that’s just picked up. Shaking, she moves to close it, practically slamming the lock in place, doublechecking it to be sure that it’s locked before she retreats into the kitchen. The radio on the counter is playing an emergency weather report, which is rather redundant at the moment, since the wind is starting to howl.

Shivering even though it’s not even cold, she goes to check one of the counter drawers, hands shaking as she rifles through it. This isn’t the first time that something like this has happened. Weird things have been happening around the house lately and since she lives alone in the middle of nowhere, it’s been putting her on edge. Some of her clothes have been going missing. Doors are unlocked or open when they shouldn’t be. Someone left an apple on the passenger seat of her locked car.

And now all of her big knives are missing.

The screech of the wind drowns out her own little cry of terror. The mug of tea is knocked over as she scrambles to grab her phone, praying that the call gets through. There’s only one person she can call right now and when he answers, she nearly starts sobbing out of relief.

“Leslie, oh thank god you’re home. Can you please come over? Something weird is happening and I’m so scared…”

His voice is warm at the other end of the line. “I’ll be right over.”

--

The wind is screaming when Leslie shows up on her porch, holding a battery operated lantern in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. “I brought ice cream,” he says as a greeting, their bodies brushing together as he goes inside at the same time she moves to close the door. The locks are triple checked and she even jams a chair under the knob to be sure. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Well, I do feel better now that you're here.” She smiles awkwardly, hugging herself. “It’s just��I can’t believe this is happening to me. Whatever this exactly is.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m here and I’ll make sure you’re safe.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

--

Of course, that entails being in the same room. Just to be extra safe, the room is the bedroom, because no one can sneak up on them there and there is an ensuite bathroom, so they don’t have to leave the room. There’s only one bed, obviously, but that’s fine. It’s more than fine.

She kisses him first, tentative and nervous. The lights are flickering as she presses her lips against his and they go out for good when Leslie kisses her back. Tree branches scratch against the window as they fall back onto them mattress, no longer listening to the radio. They’re gasping into each other’s mouths, hungry for something that only the other could provide as lightning illuminates the room. She’s wet, he’s hard and fear is somehow working as an aphrodisiac, so it pushes them forward.

Afterwards, she falls asleep, a little smile on her face. Leslie watches her for a few moments before he gets up to head downstairs. Looks like he won’t need to mess with the basement door now. Things went better than expected tonight. Leslie had only intended to scare her a little, get her to call and for them to just spend the night together in a literal, platonic sense.

Tomorrow morning, before she wakes up, he’ll get the bag of knives from under the shed and put them by the back door. If it scares her enough for her to want to spend the night at his place, he’s not going to complain.

[sexlapis]

✧. ┊  5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMI’S LAP

── .✦ nanami kento x gn!reader

s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanami’s lap

⤷ nanami’s lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being your…chair.

based off this post

a/n: #needthat #wantthat #sexyman #hotguy

[_____] = your name

masterlists

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1 - NAP TIME

The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.

One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.

You do not remember putting this show on. You don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, either.

“Oh, look who’s awake.”

You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.

“Hey, I was watching that…” You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.

“You were asleep when I came back, you know.”

“Yeah but…” you trail off. “When did you even come back?”

“An hour ago. I was excited to get my ‘welcome home’ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.”

“I do not snore like a bear!”

Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. “Don’t I get my kiss now?”

“…You called me a bear.”

“No, I said you sounded-“”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s the same thing.”

“Well, not r-“”

He’s interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

“Do i still get my kiss-“”

“Oh shut up.”

2 - OFFICE HOURS

A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. “Come in.”

His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.

“_____…I’ve told you that you don’t need to knock. You’re the only other person who lives here.”

“Yeah, but it seems rude to just barge in so…” you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, “What are you doing?”

“Just some paperwork. Nothing interesting.”

“Yes, I know that part.” You respond to his last two words. “There’s a calculator…”

He lets out an amused huff. “What brings you here then?”

You shrug. “‘M bored…wanted to see what you were doing.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.”

“Well…” You start. “I’m not exactly here for the paperwork…”

You’re now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.

Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.

He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.

“Comfortable?” You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. It’s found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.

“Yeah, I’m comfy.”

Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.

3 - OVERTIME

Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.

Must have been a long day for you.

Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.

You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanami’s sees how tired and disheveled you look.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You only respond with a grumble.

“Hard day?”

Another grumble from you.

“Do you want to tell me all about it?”

A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.

“Ugh, Kenny…these people…”

He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.

“They’re so…they’re just so stupid.”

Nanami can’t help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkers’s stupidity.

“Seriously, they are! And don’t even get me started on that damn boss.”

So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.

4 - GATHERINGS

On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.

More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.

The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.

“Kento.” You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a ‘H’, you think?

“Hey, sweetheart.” He pauses his conversation to talk to you. “Are you tired?”

You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.

“I did not expect that many people to show up…”

“No, me neither. You did a great job, baby.” He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. “Do you want to rest?”

You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.

He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.

He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.

Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that you’re here, and caresses the back of your neck.

5 - MORNING BREAKFAST

“Kento, I’m- what’s all this?”

After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.

“Hm? Oh. This is breakfast.”

“Breakfast? But Kenny, I-“” You look down at your phone, checking the time, “I have to get to work-“”

“Call in late.”

You frown. “But-“”

“It’s such a nice morning, isn’t it?” He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. “Spend it with me.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.

It did not take much to convince you.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.”

Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. “I’m glad. Come here, take a seat.”

Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.

“Where are you going?”

“Uhm…to sit down?”

“Oh, no, no…come sit on Kento’s lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,” he breaks off a piece so you can have some, “it’s my mother’s recipe.”

Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.

“Try a piece.”

You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.

“Do you like it?”

“Hmm! It’s very sweet!” You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.

“Good.” Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. “Come on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.”

Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.

*

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[dinogoofymutated]

Hi there! I'm currently watching the original X men series to catch up to 97, and I'm in love with Gambit.

Would it be possible to ask for Remy and reader to be on a secret mission, and the Ole "make out so they don't suspect us" trope comes in, and gambit kinda (obviously) has feelings...?

It could be sfw or nsfw, either is perfect! Thank you for all that you do, I've been trying to find fics for the xmen for a while 🙏🙏

Kinda spicy! Gambit/GN!reader

YESS!! YESSSS!!! I legit had a dream about this situation with remy the day before you sent me this ask and I was cackling in joy when I saw this! I basically hyperfixated on it because I love this trope.

TWS: sexual themes n shit, no explicit smut. As always, reader written while picturing fem! but no specific pronouns mentioned. Semi-public making out and touching. Nipples be touched but size and type of breast not mentioned.

-Ps- reader can see heat signatures for plot purposes. I usually try to keep powers ambiguous but it was a NEED!

"In here, quick!" Remy's thick draw catches your attention, just before he yanks you into an alley. The two of you were in New Orleans, looking for a specific mutant Xavier wanted to talk to. The only downside was that Remy still had a warrant out for his arrest, and wanted posters plastered all over the city from bourbon Street to the garden district.

"Don't worry Cher. You said. NOPD 'dumber than a sack of rocks, you said!" You gripe at him. Remy laughs, tugging you around the corner. The alleyways on Burbon street are mostly private areas, owned and sealed off by the bars that line the storefronts- but Remy knew this city like the back of his hand. However, things had changed since he was here last. That became apperent when the two of you reach the end of the alleyway and there's a brand new brick wall, a dead end.

Remy curses and skids to a stop, causing you to slam into his back. You send him a dirty look as you whip around, eyes adjusting to the brick surroundings. It's hard to make out the figures of the cops through the walls of the busy bar in in front of you, too many people crowding the street for drinks even this late at night. You strain your eyes a bit, but are able to make out the stiff-shouldered men, heat signature slightly elevated from booking it after the two of you. Unfortunately, they're headed towards the mouth of the alleyway.

"Damnit." You mutter, turning back to Remy. He understands what you mean just by looking at your face. He hums, thinking for a moment before he begins to take out a playing card. You grab his arm to stop him, trying to ignore how warm his skin is against your own.

"Don't. The explosion will just lead them to us." You say. Remy nodds, glancing at the corner before suddenly caging you against the wall of the alleyway. You try not to blush as he does so. Remy smirks at you, and you think your heart might just explode. You remind yourself that this is standard Remy behavior, but it doesn't stop your face from heating up. You can only hope it's too dark for him to see you properly.

"Well, there is another way we could fool those pigs." Remy says, quieter than before. You cock an eyebrow at him before looking back over in the direction of the alleyways opening, able to spot the cops as they begin to enter. In your peripheral, you see Remy running his fingers through his hair to flatten it. You open your mouth to ask him what he has in mind, but the sound of footsteps cut you off.

"-Well, if you're going to do something, you better do it quick!" You whisper back at him. Remy pushes you further against the cold brick, his hands drifting down to your waist as he leans over to wisper in your ear.

"Trust me, Cher. I'll take care of you." His words cause goosebumps to rise at the back of your neck, and you hardly have time to react before he's kissing you. Your eyes are blown wide, heart thumping wildly as you start to slowly relax into the kiss.

Unsurprisingly, Remy is a really, really good kisser. It's hard to focus while he's touching you like this, kissing you deeply like he loves you. He nips at your lip, and you gasp, having forgotten about everything else already. His tongue darts into you mouth, caressing the skin he finds there. You let out a small moan as one of his hands drifts lower, caressing your thigh and hiking your leg up just a bit. Your own hands slowly slide up his chest, drifting to his neck.

The heat in your chest is unbearable when Gambit separates from the kiss, a string of spit connecting your mouths before he wipes it away, nothing but affection on his eyes. You're panting for breath while he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then lower. Remy places wet kisses on your neck, sucking and biting as he tries to swallow you whole. You thread your hands through his soft hair as his does so, fully encouraging him to ravage you in whatever way he would like. One of his hands begins to slide under your shirt when a cough startles you out of your heated state.

Your first instinct is to turn towards the noise, but Gambit is quick to cup your cheek and pull you into another heated kiss before your head could move a centimeter. He keeps you occupied as his other hand fully caresses the skin beneath your shirt, squeezing and caressing your chest. You hear another exhausted sigh from the cops. You crack and eye open slightly, knowing they cant see you do so in the dark. One of them begins to raise his voice, but the other smacks him on the shoulder.

"Just another pair of drunks. We've got bigger things to worry about right now." The cop says. You could practically hear the other roll his eyes before they turn to and walk away. Gambit brings your attention back to him and only him when you feel a finger brush lightly against your nipple. You gasp, and Remy chuckles, playfully biting your lip as he pulls away. He's smirking as he looks at you, and you can only imagine what you look like right now.

"Looks like you enjoyed that." He teases, voice low and husky. You can't seem to pull your thought together properly when he's looking at you like that. You nervously look away, hands playing with his collar.

"And if I did?" You ask, glancing back at him to gage his reaction. He looks surprised at first, face morphing into a lovestruck smile before he tries to cover it up with a smirk. Didn't stop you from being able to see the heat rise to his cheeks, however.

"Then gambit thinks we should do this more often."

[sinsandsweetness]

season 5 scary beard rick getting sweet, hyperfem reader on her knees for him, and her just looking up all sweet and obedient and docile, just about ready to do anything for him I FEEL LIKE ITD DRIVE HIM WILDDDD

“Are you okay?” She whispers as he tugs her behind the barn. Neither of them wanting to attract any attention from the potential threats out in the woods.

“Just need your help with something, princess,” his mouth starts trailing down her neck as he pushes her up against the barn. Rough wood with the threat of a splinter catches on her sweater. It’s stretched out collar falls off her shoulder and grants him even more access to her neck. Nipping lightly at her collarbone.

“With what?”

He doesn’t answer, tilting his head up, he catches her lips and grabs her hand, placing it against the front of his jeans. Tall and hard under the dark denim, she gets the hint almost immediately.

It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees. So obedient. The very impractical mini skirt she wears is riding up above her hips and the sight of her soft bare skin drives him wild. He’s thankful that her pretty lace panties are only shown to the wood siding of the barn and not the forest behind them. He holds one arm up against the wall for support, doubling as an unintentional shield to their intimate act. His fingers lace with her unruly locks, guiding her close enough to kiss him through his boxers.

“Atta girl,” he says as her fingers trace at his waistband. The site in front of him nearly catches him in a trance. She’s so pretty like this. All wide eyed and willing.

He urges her on, “You know what to do.”

[reveryfics]

Late Night

Pairings: Eddie Brock & Venom x Male reader

Summary: Having just gotten out of the shower, you're met with Eddie and Venom both of which have more exciting plans then your moping around.

A/n: redoing this aesthetic on this post and some others. As always thanks for the likes and enjoy!

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A young male steps out of his clothes, his bare feet sending chills across the cold floor. He grabs a towel from the rack hanging crookedly on the back of the door, its threadbare surface rough against his skin. He turns on the water, wincing as a rusty groan echoes through the pipes before a sputtering spray erupts from the showerhead.

He waits, counting silently under his breath as the water heats up. The minutes tick by, each one stretching into an eternity of anticipation. Finally, the scalding water begins to mingle with the cold, sending wisps of steam curling around the chipped porcelain walls.

He steps into the shower, letting out a sigh of relief as the hot water cascades over his tense muscles. He lathers up with cheap soap, the acrid scent filling the small space. He scrubs away the grime of the day, the memory of his dead-end job, and the gnawing hunger in his stomach momentarily forgotten under the soothing torrent.

As the hot water washes over him, the male allows himself to close his eyes. He pictures himself somewhere else, someplace far removed from this dingy apartment and life filled with supernatural beings. He imagines a pristine beach, the turquoise water lapping at his toes, the warm sun drying his skin. He breathes in the scent of salt and seaweed, the sound of crashing waves washing away the city's din.

But the dream is fleeting. The scalding water begins to cool, and the harsh reality of his situation seeps back in. He opens his eyes to the peeling paint and cracked tiles, the chipped shower head spewing its meager spray.

He finishes his shower quickly, the cold air sending goosebumps prickling across his skin. He steps out, wrapping himself in the scratchy towel. He looks at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, seeing not the sun-kissed tan of his daydream, but a skinny kid with tired eyes and haunted shadows under his cheekbones. He sighs, a gust of steam swirling around him like a fleeting wisp of hope. He knows he needs more than a hot shower to escape his reality. But for now, it's enough. It's a small victory, a stolen moment of warmth in the cold grip of his circumstances.

There was a tense silence throughout the bathroom, broken only by the dripping water from the showerhead and throaty cough coming from behind the young male. The male's tired eyes peered at the man from the mirror, a low groan escaped past his slightly parted lips as he hung his head low. A pair of hands gripped his hips, the towel slowly slipping off his waist and onto the bathroom floor. The once scratchy feeling now replaced by the feeling of soft fabric against his bare skin.

Their eyes locked in the reflection of the mirror, both worn and tired from the day. The older male's hands slid up the others back, slowly massaging up and down his spine, shoulder blades, and neck. “You seem tense.” He whispered softly.

A soft chuckle sounded from the younger male, his body slightly relaxing against the other's soft touch. His muscles slowly unwound against every small and deliberate touch against his achy body. “Tell me about it.” He huffed, pressing his body against his partners.

There was a silence between the two for a moment, only for it to be broken by a quiet gasp as black tendrils wrapped around the young male's body.

The two guided him towards the bedroom, their hands cupping his face as Eddie gently pressed his lips against his partner's. Eddie's lips were soft, something he'd grown to love about the man. His own hand found its way around the back of Eddie's neck, pulling him in closer.

Eddie led him back and towards the bed, breaking the kiss when the two needed to breath before pressing back up against them quickly. The gentle kiss turned heated as Eddie sat against the bed, his partner straddling him. Eddie's hands now rested against his shoulders, while Venom still held into his waist.

The male pulled away, a small gasp falling from his lips as Venom's long tongue slowly trailed over his neck. The symbiote left out a low grumble, his tongue passing over each and every sweet spot he could find. His eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of Eddie and Venom kissing his exposed skin.

Eddie's hands gripped the soft skin of his partner's ass, earning a low groan from the male. He could feel Eddie's cock twitching in his pants, rubbing against his own exposed and growing erection.

The male pushed Eddie back against the bed, making quick work in removing his hoodie and shirt. Eddi hissed at the feeling of his partner's cold hands against his exposed chest and abdomen.

“Enjoying this aren't you?” He hummed, slowly grinding against Eddie's lap.

“You have no idea.” Eddie's voice mixed with Venom's, as the two groaned in response to the pressure.

His hands continued down Eddie's chest, stopping just above his sweatpants as he slowly came to stand in front of him. The brunette groaned as his undergarments were tossed aside, and the cold air of the apartment nipped at his erect cock.

He got on his knees, hands holding Eddie's hips down against the bed. His tongue ran underneath his cock, lapping up the beads of precum that leaked down his shaft. He continued, only stopping when Eddie's cock began to twitch and spasm against his lips and tongue.

Eddie pulled him up, his hands cupping his face as he leaned in to kiss him gently. He sighed against Eddie's lips, moving onto his lap like he had been before.

“Relax.” He hummed, pushing Eddie back against the bed.

The male slowly sunk down onto Eddie's cock, his head shooting back in pure pleasure. He let out a strangled moan as the brunette bottomed out, his cock twitching and pulsating inside his partner.

Eddie's hands found their way to his partner's hips, gripping them harshly. Venom's long tendrils wrapped around the male's cock, slowly jerking him in time with the steady pace of him bouncing against Eddie.

The two became a panting mess, strings of moans falling from their lips as their pace only quickened. Eddie pulling out only to slam back into his partner as Venom continued to jerk him off.

“Fu-fuck..” He moaned, his own cock twitching and leaking precum as Eddie slammed into his prostate.

A particularly hard thrust left him gasping for air as he choked on his own whines and moans, and caused him to clench around Eddie. As he continued for a second time, then a third, and finally a fourth, his partner came across his chest spasming in Venom's grasp. Eddie came not long after, burying himself deep inside as he rode out his orgasm.

Neither moved for a while, basking in the initial moments of their orgasm before Eddie slowly pulled out. He whined, collapsing in the bed beside Eddie and the symbiote, his chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath.

“You owe me a good bath.”

“Whatever you say.”

[bridellashiper]

You're Submission's what I need/ Queen of Hearts (Bridget) x fem Queen Reader!

Characters included: Queen of hearts (Bridget), Cinderella Charming, King Charming, and Uma

Queen of heart's (Bridget) x fem Queen reader!

Why did I create this? Simple: the Queen of Hearts is attractive, and I strongly believe she's a lesbian. (I think all cold, ruthless, baddie queens with a sad backstory are lesbians.)

Prompt: You are the Queen of the Seas, Uma's aunt and elder sister to Ursula and Uliana. When word reaches you that your niece is being held against her will by the ruthless Queen of Hearts herself, you decide to pay a visit. After all, nobody messes with your family, right? However, things take an unexpected turn when the Queen realizes just who you are.

TW! Before reading this, note that there is no use of Y/N or '(Y/N)', and you have a name. This will be written in the third person POV, with mature language and subtle implications of sex as a bribe.

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Ursa, Queen of the Seas, was a name that struck fear into the hearts of those who spoke it. You were feared across all sea lands, and for good reason.

However, that didn’t mean you were cold to your flesh and blood, including all of Uma's mates.

So, when you received a message that your niece was being held against her will, along with others, you were angered but also curious.

Who was foolish enough to hold someone dear to you against their will, knowing who you are?

Was it Hades? Surely not. The old beast had better things to do than provoke the Sea Queen. Maybe it was Morgie or even Hook? They weren't very fond of you, and the feeling was mutual.

They were the worst set of mates you’d seen your younger sister crew with, but you had no say in that. You did, however, warn them once: you'd find them, skin them alive, and then proceed to drown them if they ever hurt Uliana.

Needless to say, you weren’t too happy to learn your niece was being held against her will.

What the fuck happened here?

That was all you could think as you stepped into the dry lands of Auradon Prep, brushing off any sand and dust that clung to your dress. It had been years since you last willingly set foot in Auradon (though you weren't invited back; you were just here to make sure Uma was okay).

Everything was... different. Not that you were complaining; the place needed a makeover, even if it was a bit unusual. In a way, you found it oddly fascinating. The skies seemed darker, a crimson shade of red, and it was eerily quiet.

Quietly making your way through the empty halls of what you assumed was Auradon Prep, you found yourself at a dead end, large cards blocking all views and ways into where the people resided.

You huffed in annoyance, retracing your steps back to the sea to see if you could get in through the top, and luckily, you could.

Using your tentacles to lift you upwards, you quietly observed from above.

Your steely gaze swept over the crowd of cowering, fearful, and hateful eyes until they landed on a certain green-haired woman—there she was!

Held against her will,indeed, but no harm had come to her. Sighing in relief, you felt as though you could finally breathe properly.

After a few seconds, Uma caught your gaze from where she knelt, her eyes lighting up when she spotted you. Winking at your niece, you placed a finger to your lips, signaling her to stay quiet. Heeding your silent warning, Uma sent you a playful eye roll and a slight pout.

"Let me go!" Snapping your attention back to the drama unfolding before your eyes, your interest piqued as you set eyes upon a redhead.

So it was the Queen of Hearts who had your niece. Though you can't say you remember her like this—villainous and evil—it suited her.

"Oh, Charming. So nice to see you again," Bridget spoke, her voice steady and so unlike the girl you vaguely remembered (the version your sisters used to tell you about: bubbly, sweet, nice, and oh-so-desperate for a friend or two).

"Where is she? Where is Cinderella?" Shoved to the ground, Charming groaned from the fall, and Bridget seemed to relish in it all.

Turning, she picked up a pair of glass shoes that belonged to Cinderella.

"Why—"

"No..."

"Are you looking for these?" she taunted, dangling the glass pair on the tips of her fingers as she stared at the kneeling man. You shifted a little, now watching the show unfold with keen interest.

"What have you done?" His voice broke and cracked a little, and for a moment, you felt pity for the poor guy—after all, he did just lose his happily ever after.

Throwing the glass shoes against the ground floor, they shattered, pieces flying everywhere. The black-haired man broke at the sight.

"Not so funny now, am I?" Bridget retorted, watching as the man fumbled forward, hands trembling as he attempted to pick up the pieces of the broken shoes. She smiled, wicked and evil in every sense.

Hot. Fucking. Hot.

"No... What... No... No... No!" he shouted, and she continued to laugh, relishing in his brokenness.

"Guards, take him away. I want him out of my sight," the redheaded Queen ordered firmly, gazing into the eyes of each of her faithful yet fearful guards, and they nodded without a word.

"Well, that was interestingly brutal," you muttered to yourself with a soft chuckle. However, it died down when Uma sent you a look.

The kind of look that said, "I'm telling mom if you don't hurry up and turn this shit-show around," and you groaned softly to yourself.

With an eye-roll, you dove back into the depths of the sea, a swirl of water circling around your form, drawing everyone's attention as expected.

As you landed on the hard surface of the floor, people made space for you, and guards stepped back, armed and alert as your figure became clearer.

You wore a beautiful deep blue mermaid dress, with a plunging neckline that complemented your body perfectly. As the water completely disappeared, you emerged from the depths.

"Alright, as much as I loved the show, I have to put a stop to this... whatever this is," you spoke up, gesturing towards the crowd and the scene in front of you.

"And who are you to demand that?" Bridget replied, her gaze curious and wary, eyeing you from head to toe before they landed on your face.

"Ursa, Queen of the Seas. Though I doubt any of you have heard of me," you murmured the last part, glancing around at everyone—the parents, the fearful children, and then the guards. They wore cool masks, but they didn’t fool you.

You knew fear when you saw it.

"I don't think I've heard of you... Hmm..." The redheaded woman hummed thoughtfully to herself for a while, seemingly lost in her world of thoughts.

While she was, you glanced towards your niece, quietly making your way towards her. Uma smiled, slowly and brightly. You'd come to save her, and she was thankful for it.

When two guards stopped you, you stared up at the two men and scoffed. Tentacles emerged from within you and effortlessly lifted them off the ground, throwing them elsewhere.

As you came face to face with your niece, you sighed in relief and silently pulled her into a tight hug.

"Excuse me—"

Turning away from Uma towards the redheaded queen, who was smiling tightly, you nodded.

"I don't think I've heard of you before..." Repeating her words once more, it felt like a demand, as if she commanded you to tell her who you are.

Giggling lightly, you crossed your arms over your chest, giving her a once-over to appreciate the beauty standing before you.

"I said my name's Ursa, didn't I? Wait, I forgot to mention I'm related to someone you may or may not dislike—" Humming to yourself, you shrugged. Oh well, she’d come to know who you are one way or another.

"—Uliana. Does that name ring a bell?" you asked, taking a confident and taunting step forward, not too close to invade her space but enough to smell her perfume.

"You..." she murmured, her gaze suddenly turning darker and colder. A slow smile crept its way to your mouth, and you sighed.

"No, no. I'm not the younger sister; I'm the older one, not Ursula. God no, that idiot wouldn’t last a day being Queen. Like I said before, I’m Ursa, Queen of the Seas and firstborn daughter of Aquarayna."

Gasps and whispers spread among the crowd, but your gaze stayed fixed on the wicked beauty in front of you.

"I see now. I assume you're here for the Uma girl then. Well, that’s too bad. I don't give, I take. Now, kneel."

Inwardly, you cursed up a storm. Of course, she’d say something like that. What could you say to sway her? Then, a dirty and wicked thought crossed your mind. Why not bribe her with something she—hopefully—couldn't refuse?

Sex.

It was risky and stupid but consequences be dammed when the life of your niece in the hands of Bridget.

Instead of heeding her warning, you took another step forward, invading her personal space as the others watched on, breaths held, waiting for your answer.

"What if I give you something else instead, something you very clearly need, hmm?" You murmured, hand brushing against her soft skin as she stared down at you.

''And what would that be, Hmm? what could you possibly have that I would want?'' She scoffed, a bitter sound as she shook her head.

Leaning forward, you whispered in her ear, your breath hot against her seemingly cool and cold skin. ''Indulgence, pleasure I doubt you've felt in a while. Only, if you release Uma and keep her unharmed''

A/N: If you want a part 2 dm me ideas bcs after writing this shit-show I have literally no ideas for anything else for a bit (literally put my tears blood and sweat into this shit. I also wanted to apologise fornot be active in literally MONTHS.)

[bamboobooshark]

LOGAN HOWLETT X READER

✩°｡𓏲🧺𖦹 ₊˚ HURT TO SMILE : 757 WRDS

Prompt by @cosmophoriia !

Logan grunted softly as he sat down in one of the chairs in the common room. He was still sore from a fight he had the previous day. Even if his body could regenerate, it didn't heal his aching muscles. He grabbed the remote and began flicking through the channels. "Nope. No. Nah," Logan muttered under his breath as he mindlessly continued. He set his elbow against the arm rest of the chair, putting his chin in his palm. He exhaled deeply and kept browsing in hopes something interesting would come up.

Some faint footsteps came from the corridor that went from the dining hall to the common room. "Logan! Marie told me you're finally back," a voice called from around the corner. The mutant sighed, his hand moving from under his chin to his temples. "Yea, kid. I'm back. What about it," he asked with a slightly irritated tone. They winced a bit at the way he spoke, but they knew that's how he always was when they came around. They ran over to Logan, sat on the floor right next to him, and tossed their head back to smile up at him. "What do you mean 'what about it'? I missed you! I miss you more than you could imagine. It feels like you've been gone for, like, a million years," they whined to him. They turned around so they were facing him. "Please don't leave for that long ever again," they begged with a pouty lip. Logan groaned softly. "I was only gone for two days. You're living. You're breathing. You're fine," he reassured him as he ran his hand back along their head.

They let out a soft huff of air before standing up. "You're such a sour puss," they teased. "Look. Watch. I'm gonna pretend to be you," they giggled. Logan rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what was coming. They immediately put on the most dramatic, grumpy expression they could and made their voice sound as gruff as possible. "I'm Logan and I'm the most grumpy, mean, aggressive person ever! I'm such a lone wolf! I don't need anyone," they mocked while trying their hardest to repress their smile. "Stop that," he growled. Their eyes widened a bit at his tone, feeling slightly intimidated. "You must be fun at parties," the muttered. "What'd you say," Logan asked with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing." They kept a soft smile on their face as they moved to the couch that was next to the chair he was in.

They decided to mess with him a bit more, so they sat there staring at him. It took Logan a few minutes to realize what they were doing. Once he did, he looked at them with a sharp gaze. "What? Is there something on my face," he asked, trying to play along. They paused for a second to think of a response. "Yeah. There actually is. You know what it is? A big, fat, sour frown," they said. "It would be better if you smiled like this," they beamed as they gave him their biggest, happiest grin. "See! Like that! Now you try," they offered. Logan shook his head. "No. I'm not gonna smile, kid. Stop that," he insisted, trying to shoo them off with his hand. He had no idea he just started a back and forth.

"But I love your smile!" "You love everything about me." "Yeah, but your smileeeee!" "No." "Yes." "Nope." "Please?" "No." "Pretty please? With a cherry on top? And some Dr.P too?" "Not happening," he said.

They got up from the couch, stood in front of him, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him. "Logan! It wouldn't hurt to smile! It really wouldn't," they said to him in a sing-somg voice. "It really would," he replied. "No it wouldn't. You just don't wanna try," they told him, being completely right. "Okay? I'm not gonna do something I don't want to. Now move so I can find something to watch," he grunted. They smiled hard once they realized just what they could say to get him to smile. "I love you, Logan," they hummed, sitting down on the couch and awaiting his reaction. As they guessed, he smiled softly. "I love you too, kid," he sighed, chuckling quietly.

[princessbrunette]

what if receptionist!reader was roommates with the firefighter boys 👀…

oh i love this. she literally found them online n she needed roommates desperately cos the girlies she was supposed to move in with bailed last minute on her :(

so now receptionist!reader knows she can’t afford to live alone because that receptionist job is pretty good but not paying her amazing money yk?? and here we have jj n john b in a similar situation, needing just one extra person to help cover the costs !

they’re not expecting their new roommate to be working at the station they work at, which leads to lifts to and from work together, the three of you becoming pretty much inseparable out of work. alot of the time you finish hourssss before they finish so you get yourself home (or wait for one of them to drop you home on their shift) and prepare dinner for them to come home to :( maybe allow them to let off a lil steam on u :((

they need it especially when they start working the real fires, having completed their training. coming home still smelling like smoke, soot smeared on their faces and undershirts just manhandling u in the kitchen :( n you can’t help but notice how big and strong they’ve been getting since working the real deal ……

one of them always fireman carries u to the bedroom n it makes u giggle everytime !! 🙂‍↕️

[pain-in-the-butler]

A compilation of art for my Dadbastian fanfic Coattails that I commissioned from the incredibly talented @tomoyoo! They went above and beyond with the details... Each picture feels as cozy and warm as a storybook, right? I'm so delighted with how they turned out!! Thank you for making each one so beautiful! 🥹🥹🥹

[astarion-approves]

drabble req? :) would love to see some astarion working on comforting or patching up tav/reader — there’s a lot of hurt/comfort in the other direction out there but soft!astarion is so cute :’) love your work btw! <3

Astarion x GN! Reader drabble (695 words)

SFW, Astarion POV, third person POV, Fluff, shitty pep talks (which I am also not great at,) no patching up but it's kinda cute anyway. A touch of jealous Gale

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“Astarion,” Gale began, the human always tiptoeing around him since the beginning. “Could you…” He shook his head, the man looking unsure with his next words. “Could you check in on Tav?”

Astarion sighed and closed his book, his eyes flicking to the fireplace where Tav sat alone and poked at the fire. “And just why would I do that?”

“Look,” Gale clenched his teeth together, looking over his shoulder to where Tav sat before looking to Astarion once more. “They obviously have feeling for you—“

“Hah! Well that's no surprise. After all, no one can deny my charms—“

“And you obviously have feelings for them.” Gale’s tone was firm, his eyes harsh as he glared back at the vampire, a tint of jealousy swimming beneath it.

Astarion tossed his book into his tent, his arms coming to cross over his chest as he glared right back at Gale. “And so what if I do?!” Now he swung his hands in front of himself, gesturing past Gale and to where Tav still sat. “What the hell do you expect me to do!? Go over there and tell them everything is going to be okay?! That all of the evil in the world will never get to them because I’ll protect them from it?! That these fucking tadpoles in our brains mean no harm and that we’ll all live happily ever after?!”

“Yes,” Gale replied. “That is exactly what I expect you to do.”

Astarion dropped his arms to his sides, pouting at Gale’s answer. He sighed. “Fine!”

Shoving past Gale he made his way to Tav, rubbing his now injured shoulder. He may have overreacted just a tiny bit, but the way Gale stumbled from his shoulder check was worth it.

“Hello, Tav,” Astarion sat down beside them without an invitation.

“Hey.” They gave Astarion a small smile but turned their attention back to the fire.

“I think it’s best if we’re just honest with one another here,” Astarion said with a shrug. “Being friends and all.”

Tav only hummed in reply.

For a moment Astarion let his facade drop. Usually Tav would be eager to chat with him, truly, about anything and everything. To see them pay more attention to the fire than his gorgeous self— something really was wrong.

“What’s wrong, Tav? Tadpole hosting a private party in your skull?”

Tav snorted, another smile gracing Astarion and giving his heart a little flutter knowing that he managed to earn a real smile from them. “Everything?” Tav answered. “Just… everything.”

“Well-“

“And you don’t have to tell me that we’ll live happily ever after.”

“Look at you! Eavesdropping on a private conversation? I’m so proud.”

They didn’t reply this time, just focusing on the flames as they danced in front of them, burning down the pile of wood and sparking as Tav added another log.

“No, things won’t end happily ever after,” Astarion broke the silence as he spoke, his voice soft. “I think that much was obvious the moment we were abducted by fucking mind flayers.”

“Some pep talk—“

“Give me a moment, I’m not accustomed to cheering a person up!”

Tav laughed, but gestured for Astation to continue. “Okay, sorry.”

“Apology accepted.” Astarion bumped their arm into Tav’s. “Now, where was I—“

“Happily ever after, or lack thereof.”

“Right, our eventual demise.”

“Astarion—“

“Look, I’m not good at this, clearly. We’re all bound to die some day, but it’s how we spend our days before the end that matters. You can’t give into these feelings of darkness that haunt you, the urge to give up when things get tough. I’m here for you, everyone in this strange camp of weirdos is here for you— and if you’re hurting all you have to do is say something and we’ll do what we can. Shitty pep talks included.”

Tav nodded and tossed their stick into the fire, no longer playing with the flames that beckoned them. “I’m hurting.”

“I know, darling,” Astarion said and put his arm over their shoulder, pulling them closer. “I can’t change the world, all I can do is be here for you… and I hope it’s enough.”

[thefairywithboots]

Your Most Sacred Place (Robert Plant x Reader) [NSFW]

Hi, friends, so I’m pleased (kind of) to share with you my first ever Robert Plant fanfiction. This is my first time writing for this fandom, and yeah, I realize it’s a little weird for my first fic in the fandom to be a reader-insert fic but I had the sudden urge to write this so I did.

WARNING: This fic was written purely as NSFW, so there will be a lot of smut. You have been warned.

I had 1970s Robert in mind but you can imagine whatever era you want.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, body worship, oral sex

Summary: Robert and Reader have not seen each other in over a month, so he is longing for her when he finally comes home from a long tour...

Also on AO3

She was gently lulled out of her dreams with the feeling of a hand in her hair, stroking her hair and rubbing her scalp. She knew it was him without having to even open her eyes. He had been gone on tour for weeks, calling her on the phone when he had the time to.    

His touch was gentle and soft as if she were a fragile being that would bruise easily if he used too much pressure. She turned sleepily around to face him.  

“Hello, love,” he whispered, his voice soft and gentle, like a cloud that she could easily fall asleep on. “I’ve missed you.”  

She could see his face slightly lit up by the moonlight peering in through the bedroom window. It felt like an eternity since she had gazed upon his beautiful face, run her hands through his golden locks.  

“Robert…” she whispered softly, reaching sleepily up to cup his cheek, in which he took her hand and pressed small little kisses to her fingers. “I’ve missed you too…” She smiled sleepily when she felt him push her hair gently away to press a kiss to her cheek. “How was the tour?” she asked, sleep still in her voice as she played with a strand of his hair.  

He pressed another gentle kiss into her palm and smiled into her hand. “It went well. I was very busy… and lonely.” 

She ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “Lonely?”  

“Of course… I’m always lonely when you’re not by my side.” He sighed softly and buried his face into her neck, breathing in her scent. Her hair smelled of lavender, most likely her shampoo from hours earlier. “I hated being away from you for so long… I hated looking out into the audience and not seeing your face…”  

She yawned sleepily, her hands going to his hair and rubbing his scalp. She felt him murmur softly against her neck in response, and she smiled softly. She knew how much he loved it when she played with his hair.   

She always felt guilty when her job prevented her from being able to come on tour with him. She was always so busy, and could tell by the way that he clung to her when they were finally together again that he longed for her.   

She realized it must have been raining for a while, as she could hear the soft sound of raindrops pattering on the roof, and they slowly built up to the sound of a heavy downpour. She closed her eyes, dwelling on the sound of the rain…  

She felt Robert pull away briefly only to disrobe himself of his trousers and shirt, and slid into the warm bed beside her. He reached for her, pulling her into a tight embrace, smiling softly when he felt only thin silk covering her. She snuggled into him almost instinctively, running her hands gently over his warm and fuzzy chest, basking in his warmth.  

After allowing her to press gentle kisses upon his collarbone and up his neck, Robert gently took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to press a gentle kiss to her lips. His hands were callused from working on the farm and tending the horses, but his lips were soft against hers. She closed her eyes and kissed him back slowly, languidly. He took this as a chance to deepen the kiss, and she opened her mouth slightly, and his tongue softly probed past her lips.   

She gasped against his lips. His kisses were intoxicating.  

He kissed her passionately for a few moments, holding her face close to him and wincing, as if her lips were too sweet and intoxicating for him, but was unable to pull away. Eventually, he pulled back, gasping and cursing their need for air.  

“I love you,” he said to her in a desperate voice.   

She let out a breath, her heart racing in her chest. She pressed another kiss to his lips, all her blood seeming to rush to her face as she felt it burn.  

“Robert…” she breathed, “I love you too…”   

He kissed her tenderly for a few moments before pressing hot, loving kisses over her face and down her neck. She buried her hands deeper into his hair as he pressed hot, searing kisses down her neck, his kisses becoming firmer before his lips made firm sucking motions on her skin. She softly let out an involuntary moan before quickly biting her lip.  

Robert smirked against her skin as he continued to press firm suckling kisses on different parts of her neck, his teeth beginning to get involved. She mentally cursed him, knowing it would surely leave marks and everyone would see them as she couldn’t wear turtle necks in the dead of summer.  

“It sounds like you’re enjoying this, my love,” he said in a gentle tone in between suckles and nibbles as she gripped at his hair. She felt him move up to nibble on her earlobe, causing her entire body to go weak. “And just think…” he whispered, his breath hot in her ear, “I haven’t even gotten started yet…”  

She let out a small whimper, and he chuckled before running his hands over her sides and over the thin silk of her night gown. Her stomach churned at the thought of what he had in mind. They hadn’t seen each other in nearly a month, of course he was going to be merciless with their reunion… the idea terrified her… and excited her. 

His hands gently slid under her gown as he ran his hands over her smooth skin. Her hands moved to lift the thin fabric off of her gown, but he held her hands into place, stopping her. He pressed a kiss to her palm again, and slowly began to remove the gown himself. She leaned into his touch. He always enjoyed undressing her, and enjoyed torturing her with the slow pace he did it at.  

Once she was free of her gown, his fingers slowly ran over her breasts, tracing circles around her nipples, causing her to let out an involuntary whimper. Her breasts had always been sensitive, something which Robert knew and used to his advantage.  

He gently hooked his fingers into the hem of her knickers, pressing softly onto her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips, her blood hot and her heart racing. He pinned her hips firmly into place, smirking at her reaction.  

He shook his head as if disappointed. “Why do you bother with these? They only get in my way…” he teased as he slowly pulled her knickers down her legs and tossed them somewhere on the floor.   

His eyes lit up as they always did as she lay before him completely bare. She was too nervous to reach for him this time, but he ran his hands over her breasts, as if marveling over her figure.   

He pressed kisses over her collar bone, and down her chest. She flinched ever so slightly when his lips pressed light kisses to her taut nipples, causing her to involuntarily squirm underneath him. He held her into place.  

“You-” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss on her right nipple. “-are-“ A kiss over her left nipple, causing a fire to rage within her. “-a goddess…” he finished in a low and sultry moan. He did the same suckling and nibbling kisses he had performed on her neck, only this time on her breasts, down her stomach, and over her abdomen.   

She tried to hold in her moans, but simply couldn’t. She felt a jolt of pleasure shoot between her thighs, and he wasn’t even touching her there yet. Her hands went to his hair again, winding her hands in his golden locks and rubbing his scalp.  

He moaned softly against her skin in response, the sound like music to her ears.   

“Let me worship you, my goddess…” he whispered against her skin as the downpour of rain become heavier above them, slightly drowning out the sound of her soft moans as he continued his ministrations, pressing nibbling kisses all over her. “Let me show you how much I adore you…”  

She let out another soft moan as his skilled hands explored and marveled every inch of her body, massaging and kneading her breasts, moving his hands down to her rear and pulling her hips against his. She whimpered, aching to have him inside her.  

“Please, Robert…” she moaned, no longer trying to hide the desire in her voice.  

“Hush, my beloved goddess…allow me to worship you…” he whispered in a hush voice as he moved to kiss the inside her thighs. She gripped the bed sheets, but groaned in frustration when he avoided her most sensitive area. He had to have known how wet she was…  

He instead kissed down her leg, muttering to her gently, which she could barely hear over the downpour outside, but could still make out the words: “I will worship every inch of you...”  

He reached the bottom of her leg and pressed light kisses down her foot. She giggled.  

He smirked. “Does that please you, my goddess?”  

She covered her face in embarrassment. She was still so shy, even after the years they had been together. “Why do you call me that…?”  

He pressed light kisses to her toes and she flinched ever so slightly, as her toes were more sensitive than she remembered. “Because that is what you are… to me, you are divine…”   

She let out a breath as he began kissing his way up her other leg, muttering over and over how divine she was, how much of a goddess she was to him, how much he longed to worship every inch of her. She could feel herself heating up more and more and his lips moved closer and closer to her most sacred place. Her hands gripped his hair again, only this time it was because she needed something to steady herself with.   

A sudden musing came to her head and she chuckled softly. “Not so much of a ‘golden god’ now, are you?” she teased while stretching languidly underneath him.  

He glared up at her through his lashes, his blue eyes dark with lust. “What did you say?”  

His tone let her know she had crossed a line. Before she could say anything, he firmly pinned her hips down onto the mattress. She gasped as he continued to slowly and torturously kissed up her thigh until he was facing her entrance. His eyes glazed over with lust and desire as he saw her completely bare to him.   

His tongue reached out to lightly flick at her swollen clit. Her hips nearly bucked off the bed, but he held her firmly into place.  

“My goddess…” he drawled out as he slowly and teasingly nipped at her inner thighs. “Allow me into your most sacred place… so that I can worship you…”  

She panted heavily, unable to take the anticipation any longer. She easily spread her legs for him, at which he placed them upon his shoulders. His tongue gently licked the insides of her folds as if to taste test her. He hummed softly, his voice vibrating within her.   

“You taste as sweet as honey, my beloved goddess…” he murmured against her. She let out a soft moan.  

He slowly licked her, as if savoring her sweet taste. The downpour of rain went on above them, but her moans were soon louder than that.  

He parted her labia with his tongue while he massaged her clitoris with his free hand. She was writhing underneath him, pleasure that she had not felt in what felt like an eternity coursing through her, like a strong ocean current that she was unable to brace herself against. She moaned even louder as she reached around for something to grab onto. She soon settled gripping back onto his hair, and she could tell by the way he moaned into her core that she had gripped harder than she had intended. But her brain was too clouded with lust to care.  

He was devouring her at this point, unable to take any more of the teasing, drenching his tongue and his lips with her sweet honey as she cried out in ecstasy underneath him. His tongue painted her throbbing clit, causing the fire to rage within her as a wave of pleasure hit her that was so strong, her toes curled as she squeezed him with her thighs, her hips bucking up into his face as she throbbed with need.  

He licked her faster, using both arms to pin her squirming hips down onto the mattress. She felt a knot form in her stomach, and she knew that she was close. She couldn’t hold for much longer.  

“R-Robert…” she cried out, tugging at his golden locks. “I-I’m gonna- “  

Robert’s eyes glared up at her as he licked her thoroughly, his tongue massaging the pulsing bud where she needed him the most, causing her orgasm to wash over her like a tidal wave, her muscles convulsing as she cried out his name.   

He let out a satisfied moan that vibrated through her as he continued to devour her. She gasped, fear and excitement coursing through her as she realized that he wasn’t finished with her. He went between giving her deep licks and giving her clit firm sucks like he had done on her neck and the rest of her body, causing her to orgasm yet again, coming all over his face and soaking his golden locks with her honey, and he drank it all down, his eyes still glaring up at her, watching her reaction.  

He pulled away finally, looking down at her panting and nearly exhausted body. He took her face in his hands and leaned down to kiss her, allowing her to taste herself on his soiled lips.  

“Like I said… you are as sweet as honey…” he breathed against her lips.  

She blushed, turning her head in embarrassment as she was unable to disagree with him.  

Robert pressed kisses on her lips and down her neck, his movements seeming to be drunk from his euphoric state. He took her tired legs and wrapped them around his waist, pressing himself against her as she could feel that he was as hard as a rock. Her eyes widened when she realized what he had planned. He teased her with his tip, and she could feel him pulsing with need.  

He kissed her gently before sliding easily into her, at which they both moaned in unison. She arched her back, moaning louder than ever as his strong hands groped her thighs and pressed kisses up her chest and slowly up her neck, nibbling at her pulse point. The love and desire she felt for this man was unbearable, her eyes brimming with tears as she adjusted to his size.  

He pressed their bodies closer to each other as they found the perfect rhythm. Not too fast, not too slow. Their bodies fit together perfectly, as if they were tailored for one another.  

She leaned her head back, letting out louder moans as he picked up the speed of his thrusts and suckled on her neck. 

“Ohhh, f-fuck…!” she moaned, her vision going blurry as he pulled out of her only to stroke back into her even deeper, filling her completely. “Ohhh, Robert, I- I love you…” she whimpered, her hands going back up to his hair so that she could hold him as close to her as possible.  

“I love you too, my goddess… only you… I only… worship… you…” He trailed off as he increased the speed of his thrusts, letting out low grunts, causing her to cry out in sheer ecstasy, her body convulsing as her walls clenched around him.  

They continued to move together, their bodies melding together, and their souls interweaving with one another. At that moment, it felt as if the rest of the world had vanished away, and there was only the two of them. He pressed his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes as he continued to delve deeper and deeper inside her, their lower halves moving in sync with one another, making something that felt otherworldly with their love. Her mouth hung open as she gasped and moaned, staring up at him with a look of pure love in her eyes, her body on fire from his touches, his kisses, his thrusts…  

He propped himself up on his forearms without breaking the rhythm, reaching down to play with her clitoris, causing her back to arch sharply, bucking her hips into him so hard he was nearly thrown off her. He pinned her hips down firmly, still rubbing her throbbing clit as she gripped tighter onto his hair. All she could do was whimper his name as she felt her third orgasm of the night crash down upon her, causing her to scream into his ear, her grip tightening in his hair as her entire body convulsed. The sounds of her pleasure seemed to drown out the downpour of rain outside.  

Robert had waited until she was fully satisfied before focusing on his own pleasure. His thrusts became quicker, and his breathing became more labored as he let out a moan. She pressed languid kisses down his neck, and teasing his earlobe with her teeth, mimicking his ministrations from earlier. He responded by arching sharply into her, his eyes rolling back into his head, and his face wincing in sheer ecstasy as he wailed a loud moan, giving in and riding out the waves of his own orgasm. She was breathing heavily still, her hips still moving underneath him as he released everything he had into her. Even as her body went limp from exhaustion from the three intense orgasms that she had had in just one night.   

He collapsed on top of her, burying his face into her neck as they both lay there, panting as they caught their breaths. Her hands went back to his hair, stroking it ever so gently. She could feel his heartbeat against hers as they lay still entangled with each other, the sound of the downpour still going as she closed her eyes yet again to dwell on it.  

After what felt like hours, Robert eventually rolled off her and to her side. She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He gave her a knowing smile before pulling the thin blanket over them both. He pressed soft and gentle kisses wherever he could reach before pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.   

“You really did miss me, didn’t you?” she asked breathlessly.   

He wrapped his arms around her, allowing her to rest her head on his warm and fuzzy chest, and she did so, basking in his warmth. “You know I did, my love…I always hate being away from you…it’s like leaving half of me behind...” He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling softly. “God, you are so damn beautiful… my goddess…” He pressed a loving kiss to her shoulder.   

She blushed again and buried her face into his chest, the aftermath of her orgasms leaving her exhausted yet sated. It had felt like an eternity since they had made love, and now that she was finally back in his arms, Robert clung to her, holding her tight to his chest as if her exhausted body would somehow drift away from him if he were to let her go. He stared down at her with a look of pure love in his eyes.  

She could feel his heartbeat against her ear as his breathing slowed. From the sound of his heart beating, to the feeling his warmth, to the sound of the now steady downpour of rain above them, she at last let herself be lulled into a deep, sated sleep.  

[bleedingichorhearts]

If you are up for it, can we get some more emperor of mankind? Maybe a continuation of a fitful dance? Where the emperor of mankind goes Yandere?

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Yes, I believe I can provide you with such thing.

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: Unfortunately, your dance with him didn’t leave his mind, and he can’t help but come back and want more.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

TW // Yandere, Stalking.

|°ᴛᴀɢ ʟɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ°| |°ɪᴄʜᴏʀ’ꜱ ᴀᴏ3°| |°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°| • {𝐅𝐢𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞}

His mind has never left you; his eyes never left you. Anytime he looks up from a page or away from something there is this… sensation growing inside of him as he tries to see your form once more. Always seeking you out with his golden eyes.

He feels like a slight fool for searching you out each time as he was a proclaimed “god.” A simple word he doesn’t take lightly. He shouldn’t be captured by your… aura, your boldness to tempt him and pull him in. Yet… you did. You did what no one else in the world’s would even think of trying and pulled him in. You didn’t show interest, nor hesitation but rather… you showed him annoyance. Your annoyance for him. That’s the part that enraptured him with you. Is that you didn’t fear him like most would. You would not cower before him and state some almighty, godly statement to him.

You did not fear him.

Of course, there were still some that didn’t fear him like you didn’t, but it was still… different that you didn’t recoil to praise and worship him. You were pure human and not some augmentation of his. You were… you were true humanity itself. You had the compassion; the humaneness of it. He’s seen it while gathering more on you; dismissing his own duties to do so. Watching you from a very far distance as you would help some elderly lady cross the road safely, shielding her body the best you can while you both crossed.

He, himself had even experienced it as he made a move to test your empathy personally. Turning himself into a child to fool you that he had fallen and scraped his knee. You had righted him back on his two feet, checked his “wound” then kissed him on the forehead before sending him off to his “parents,” and he hasn’t been able to forget such gentleness from your lips. Each time he thinks about it, the skin on his forehead skin tingles where you have kissed him.

He knows that Vulkan or rather the whole Salamanders themselves have the same compassion, but yours… yours is different. You are not affected by war, worry and racked with despair. You and your world or rather the time of it is clean. Of the heavy wars at least, one cannot escape the basics of emotions.

Just what about you made everything so different? You were just like any other human: Humane, mortal and had a soul. Why were you on his mind 24/7? All he did was pull you into his grasp and twirl you around by his will, but then you had to ruin his fun by disobeying his actions. Pulling him in before the dance could end and gently press your fingers into the bottom spine of his back as if he: a man of power, would break.

He almost shivers at the recollection of having your arms wrapping around his waist and your fingers pressing into his back. Watching how you looked up at him and gave him a knowing look like you had taught him something he knew for over era’s and era’s. His eyes never leaving your own.

Then, your hands slowly left from the dips of his waist and you slithered away from him. His eyes following you; watching you go while he couldn’t help but chuckle at your retreating form. His mind swirling to gather everything within that moment he had with you: how you smell, how your body felt up against his own…

He wanted a second dance with you.

No, no… he wanted something more out of you. Something more precious, something more valuable. Something more lasting like… you whole perhaps? Your body, your soul and mind…

It honestly isn’t long before he’s on his way to collect you. The thoughts of you dancing with him, and pressing your fingers into the dip of his back growing into more lewd imaginations. Wondering how you would feel around him while you would scratch at him, at his back; withering and whining at him, trying to push him away as he would grow himself from inside you. His voice giving you soft praises and maybe some gentle degradation to you. His hands keeping you pinned underneath him by your neck or waist; forcing you to take everything he would give you. He is a Emperor after all… how could you refuse?

Yet, despite all his indecent thoughts of you he had some rather serious, normal ones as well. He thinks of the ways you could dance with him again, and be littered in his gracious gifts to adorn your frame. Praising you with his eyes while he would give you a proper dance, never pulling at you. Wanting to feel the intimacy of just being humane once more. He wants to think of how you would sit in his lap while he has to listen to what his Adeptus Custodies or his Son’s would have to say to him on the golden throne. His hand softly thumbing at your thigh in a gentle manner, not of a crude one. Even just thinking of laying in bed with you, cuddling up to one another, basking in each others presence before he has his duties to attend to once more. He will have a trusted Custodes to be at your side at all times while he is gone… maybe a few more than just one…

He huffs and shakes his head at his recurring thoughts, stuffing his hands in his front pockets of his black suit pants. Wearing the same thing he had when he danced with you while he walks down the sidewalk of this timeline. His senses breathing in the less polluted atmosphere, reminiscing on it for a second before his mind is pulled to you once more as he walks towards your home.

He knows you live alone from the time he wanted to know if you were single or not. To see if that would be a problem or not. Keeping an eye on you from far away, looking in through your windows before you put the blinds down to block anyone ominous from outside staring inside like he was. Though, it didn’t seem to be a problem for him. You’re luckily a maiden and you’re private. You liked your solitude with a few times you like to give a chivalrous hand.

His steps are purposeful as he reaches the sidewalk of your home. His figure straight and professional as he walks up to your front door, knowing the customs of this timeline before he gives the door a few knocks. Keeping in mind this era doesn’t have the housing strength as his era does. Things were not built by Imperial Fists and Iron Warriors here or at least not yet…

He can hear you shuffling from inside of your home, his senses alert for you. Moving around at the noise he made on your door, and he briefly wonders if you wouldn’t answer the door and leave him to steal you away in a different way. To have him come to you, but then he can smell you just beyond the door. Your hands fiddling with the door knob from inside, and he can’t help but grin at you when you open the door. Showing him in all his glory.

“I don’t believe our dance is over, my little one.” He purrs, looking down at you. Observing how surprised you seem of his appearance as he thinks of how easy it would be to just make you disappear from this timeline and be known in his.

[squishyneet]

⋆ ˚｡ eugene x bimbo wife! reader headcanons ⋆୨୧˚

tw dark content: bimbo-ness (bimboism?? . . .), misogyny

a bimbo is his dream type of wife. he wants a wife who looks pretty and smells good all the time. it's a breath of fresh air after dealing with mean, stinky, gangsters all day. literally.

despite having numerous servants; when they got married, it was his hope that she might learn how to cook so he could come home to a warm meal with his wife waiting for him.

he makes hints by saying he would love to taste her cooking or baking, but she is always too dumb to figure out what he is trying to say.

he'll spend as much money as it takes to keep her happy and looking pretty. clothes, makeup, perfume, etc. he loves seeing his wife getting ready and looking pretty for him. he likes having her sit in his lap so he can smell and feel her.

sometimes, he'll even join her in the bath and help her wash up. he indulges himself, feeling up his sweet and soft wife, rubbing soap and lotion on her skin, giving extra attention to her breasts and hips.

his wife is somewhat sex-obsessed and loves intimacy. so he teases his poor wifey.

stopping just before going in for a kiss, rubbing her hips and groping her butt as he's leaving for work, etc.

however, when he gets home, he knows he has to make it up to his wife. so he freshens up and joins her as she waits in bed.

as much as he loves playing with his wife, he likes making conversation, too. he likes asking her about the things she's interested in, like makeup, her hair, her nails, a new skincare product she tried. he knows she is home all day long and the servants are not much fun to talk to, so he asks questions so she can let out what she's been thinking.

Eugene sits by the bath and watches lovingly as his wife picks up product after product from the counter. "I've foamed up this cleanser as much as I can, and it still dries out my skin. Eugene, can we go to the store tomorrow?"

[berryless]

OK, Mr Grim Stalker

Grim Reaper | Casper x Custom Female Main Character (PWP, NC-17 || 5k words || smut, fluff, dirty talk, consensual voyeurism, masturbation on camera)

Summary:

Casper was caught in 4K during call, and MC lives for it. They banter lots, tease each other, Casper's barking and begging.

!Warning!

Not Enterely Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Slight Canon Adjustments, Alternative Timeline, Canon Typical Angst and Mentions of Death/dying/etc (but nothing bad really happens, I promise) (at least not in this fic) (this is pure smut with just a sprinkle of warnings)

Read this work on Archive of Our Own.

"You're blushing, Casper," Caha smiled, her head tilted as she watched him sputtering on the other side of the screen. Somehow the certainty of being seen made his usually perfectly coordinated limbs stiff and awkward. 

"…What are you wearing?" he managed in a strangled voice, habitually avoiding answering unwelcome statements.

"Oh, this?" Caha tugged on one of the straps of her top, and her breasts jiggled right in front of camera. Casper wanted to look away, but couldn't, eyes glued to the display. "Laundry day clothes. Be thankful I bothered to put on anything at all."

Did it mean she could've potentially been sitting there naked..? He tried really hard not to think about it, but failed miserably. A stupid thing, really. Not that he never reaped someone during the intercourse, or never saw other bodies naked—both things happened to him plenty of times. The problem was, those things happened with strangers he had no feelings for whatsoever, and so was able to stay perfectly calm and composed the entire time.

And Caha, as much as it pained Casper to admit it, wasn't such a stranger. She was a nuisance and a sole failure in his outstanding career, and, fuck, why was she leaning closer..?

Casper straightened up, squeezing himself into the back of his armchair, watching Caha's chest practically pressing against the camera as she fished for something. He never knew she had a mole there, right in between. Perfect spot for kissing.

"Lyusha says hiiii," Caha hugged the cat to her stomach and waved Lyusha's paw.

"Hi, Lyusha," Casper answered weakly, casually waving back. 

No, he wasn't at all disappointed with the creature's appearance. Or the fact that she was now babied to pieces, taking all of Caha's attention.

In fact he could stand not being watched for a minute or two.

Losing a glove in process, his right hand slid under the desk, brushing against the throbbing tent of his pants. Hells. It was infuriating how little Caha needed to rile him up.

Casper watched her scratching Lyusha's belly, breasts jiggling with each movement of her arms.

Caha had plenty of moles on her face, but he never knew… Right in between, huh..?

He propped his chin, leaning on his left against the table while his right hand was quietly pulling down the zipper. Unlike certain someone, he was dressed properly for the call. And now regretted it a little: sweatpants would've been easier to get around. Still, he managed. Without the constraints of tight clothes, his erection freely stretched the boxers.

Casper took a quick look at the screen, but Caha was still preoccupied with petting purring Lyusha sprawled on her lap with the most annoying baby voice accompaniment possible. 'Oh, who's the cutest sweetest little thing in the whole wide world' and 'yes, my darling baby angel, you guessed right, it's you' were spilling from her like they cost nothing, flowing right into his ears together with the endless kissy noises, like she was saying that to him.

She wasn't, though, and Casper couldn't help but look at Caha, voicelessly begging her to spare at least a crumb of that attention and affection to him.

She didn't notice, of course.

She never did.

Casper hid the lower part of his face under his left hand and took a first tentative stroke, still through clothes, lips tightly pursed to not let out the slightest sound, eyes on the screen, on that fucking mole, thinking only about how it would feel on his lips. Caha was so warm that one time he touched her. So soft. Even through his gloves, Casper felt that.

His lips would probably melt off on spot if he were to kiss her. Run his palms along her curves. Squeeze her chest, fingers sinking into soft flesh. Bite her collarbone, then neck, taking in the pulse of her life beating against his lips.

Now he could only bite on his glove and swallow down the swears as he slowly stroked himself. Quiet. He needed to keep quiet.

Caha paused, then smiled, eyes sparkling. 

"I was expecting a pretty please, but that's better."

She slipped out of straps of her top and then yanked it down, breasts bouncing free of fabric. Casper watched her, breath caught in his throat, mouth suddenly dry. Caha scooped them into her palms, fondling herself carelessly, fingers digging into flesh. That mole was there again, deep brown in jarring contrast against Caha's pale skin. 

"Well, how about it?" she asked, looking at him with a smile. "How do you like your bones, Grimmy? Are they up to your distinguished taste?" 

He tugged his left glove away with his teeth and ruffled his hair, shaking his head that felt two sizes too big all of the sudden. 

"You really want to see me barking at you like a dog, don't you?" Casper sighed helplessly. 

"Maybe. Is that the only thing you want to do with me?" 

 "…Hardly. If anything, I want so much, I can barely think human thoughts." 

Caha let out a satisfied laugh as she plopped back into the pillows. 

"Not a very good boy, are you now, Grimmy?" she teased, finger circling around her nipple. "With many, many naughty thoughts in that fluffy white head of yours, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"And who's at fault for that?" He couldn't help but glare at her, grating his teeth. 

"Yours, of course," Caha scoffed in a matter of factly manner, her chin raised high. "You could've been fucking me like an animal all you wanted, no thoughts, head empty, brain smooth and unwrinkled, but instead you chose this. Now suffer in the bed you've made. Or rather, in a chair. Touch yourself with those beautiful cold hands of yours, thinking about how mine would've felt. Warm. And soft. Very, very soft. No calluses, no rough spots. Wrapping around all of your length, one atop another, stroking, caressing and rubbing you all over."

"Hah… hngh…" 

Casper choked on his suddenly thickened spit. With Caha voice in his ears, saying stuff like that as she played with her tits, watching him masturbating, his body tingled all over, nipples tender and taut, hips thrusting into his hand by themselves. 

"Please… Talk more, Sunshine… Please… I want…I want to hear more…" 

She sighed in a way that made him tremble, then her right hand slid down again.

"It's not just my hands that are warm, you know? It should be much hotter inside my mouth. I'm not sure if I'd swallow you whole, you're kinda…a handful, in more ways than one, but the tip? I would've circled it with my tongue and taken it in. You know those ridges at the roof of the mouth? Right behind the front teeth? Bet they'd feel good against the skin, won't they?"

"…Yes, yes they would."

Hot sweet mouth. That sharp tongue of hers gliding all over him. She would definitely be all teethy about it, just to make him quiver in anticipation of a bite.

Hands on him, warm touch of them. Handling him with that tender carelessness of hers.  Soft, then firm, then soft again. Light scratches. 

Her face, her eyes, looking at him from the bottom up with that mischievous glint to remind him that she may be on her knees now, but it's him who's getting played. Defenseless and at her mercy. Getting the desired relief only with her permission.

"You're so pretty, Casper. So, so pretty." Caha whispered, words round and sticky inside her mouth, r's rolling from her tongue right into his head like pebbles, disturbing his already unstable mind. 

"Can't…take your eyes away…can you?" he scoffed weakly, trying to shake the picture away before he'd start begging out loud. 

"Can't."

"Knew…it. Ha. Good…you're finally admitting it. Told you…I'm charming…and irresistible…for your kind. Hah. Hngh. Fuck…"

He bit on his lip, squirming in his chair, close, so close… 

"I'm trying, believe me. You know…there is another hot and wet place beside my mouth I can put you in? One that'll take you whole. It's practically dripping now, I'll have to squeeze my shorts after this call, really, what are you doing with me… Better then, what you're not doing with me. When you could've. Honestly. You. Ugh."

He knew what she was talking about. Of course he knew. 

"Caha…" 

"It's hard to do it dry handed, isn't it? You're so sensitive, Casper. Bet it's grating to you without any lube, huh? I could've helped with that. Maybe. Depends on your attitude."

"Please…" 

"No. More."

"Woof..?" 

"Still no. More."

"Sunshine…please…"

"Please what? Use words."

"Please…help me. Please… I…I want…" 

"Yes?" 

"I want…this. You. I want…you…so much, I'm going…crazy. You're fucking up… my life…and my head…and my job…and I still… I… I… Caha… Sunshine… Please."

"…You're telling all this, but still aren't coming. Even though I have perfectly toasty dripping pussy to put you in. Swallow you whole and squeeze the life out of you. Or death. Or soul. Or something. I'm sitting here, wet heaving, frothing at my privates, begging to be stuffed. Begging, Casper. Contracting on nothing but air. Achingly empty inside. All those nice wet folds and pulsing muscles left unused when they could've been wrapped around your stupid pretty pink cock. Hot and tight, so, so, sooooo tight. Milking every last drop out of you. Wouldn't that be nice?"

That was the only thing in his head as Caha spoke, words and images blending together, all the fantasies about her he played on repeat swarming in at once, flickering under his eyelids in sporadic fragmented flashes: Caha with her legs spread wide, demanding to fill her; her again, palm pressed against his chest as she straddled him with that annoying cute irresistible smirk on her lips, her wet folds sliding against his cock, covering him in her juices; her again, hands on his shoulders, palm cradling the back of his neck, nails digging into his skin as he thrust inside her; her again, pushing his head between her thighs, fingers raking through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it right at the roots, the tug just the right amount of painful to feel pleasure; her again, eyes closed, teething on her lower lip, all her soft flesh and curves trembling while he mindlessly beat into her like an animal in heat; her again, riding his face, trembling and moaning, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her in place; her again, his teeth on her neck, biting and licking and biting again, leaving possessive marks in his wake, mine, mine, mine. Her body, her soul, her heart, everything, all of her, only his.

Nothing but her on his mind. 

Just like she wanted. 

Casper came and choked, gasping on air, dizzy and breathless, lost between fantasies and reality, not sure which was what. 

Caha looked at him from the screen, head tilted, pouting, her cheeks bulged. 

"Congratulations. Good for you. I still think I would've done a better job. Made much less of a mess. And you could've cuddled with me afterwards, and I would've kept you warm. Humph."

She turned her face away, but soon looked back at him from the corner of her eye, then turned even further, chin raised high, harrumphing again. 

How could someone be simultaneously so stinking cute and so fuckable? It was still a mystery to him. 

Casper leaned onto the back of his chair and closed his eyes for a moment, evening his breathing and heartbeat. 

Caha was so incredibly wrong about that one thing: she was the one who made all this mess in the first place. Unceremoniously squeezing into his life, into his head, carelessly breaking and destroying all the rules he upheld, all the things he thought were right, all the plans he had for the future, and triumphantly taking the main place among the rubble of his disorderly mind, crowning herself as she took all the space inside it, leaving no room for other thoughts. 

And a week later he was supposed to claim his rightful rewards for winning the bet and ferry her soul to the afterlife, never see her again, and turn back to the life he had before he ever knew her. 

Yeah. 

She couldn't have made a bigger mess if she tried. 

[sinisterexaggerator]

Dead or Alive

Cad Bane x Fem! Reader

NSFW / 18 + for Blowjobs, titty fucking, ejaculation, public sex acts (semi), and a bit of demeaning behavior / slight humor on Bane's part. Yes, he has two dicks.

Summary: Cad Bane is the most handsome man you have seen in your whole life. He knows that look, and decides to have some fun with you. For you, it's love at first sight. You would let him take you in any way that he saw fit; lucky for you, he's into that (you give Bane sloppy head in an alley behind a bar).

Word count: 3.1k. Short and sweet.

Notes: Haven't written for Bane for a minute. Just wanted to gush over him for a bit. He was so hot in TBB season 2 that I was inspired. This fic takes place from many points of view, but halfway through it settles into the reader's perspective. I may write a part 2 when she/you bump into him again. ;D

A raucous discordance of voices quieted to a dull roar, and then nothing – a nervous cough, the scrape of a chair – so many languages hailing from different star systems pinched off like oxygen from the lungs. Those sentient beings who absorbed the stuff found they held it inside like a scream; they harbored this bated breath, as if releasing it might bring certain doom in the guise of a figure.

A figure who wore a hat, canted downward, its wide brim shielding them from judgement, from the burn of this creature’s gaze, this otherworldly being who was half myth, half legend, half flesh and green blood, bound together by a kind of apathy that bordered cruel.

But the stories were true— time stood still once he walked into the room.

One might swear they could hear the drop of that toothpick, discarded with both absence of mind and disrespect. It bounced once across greel-wood floors strewn with sand, in need of a sweep.

All eyes, including ones that were bulbous and backlit, remained on the blue Duros, a person of sound intelligence left to ponder the notion—the implications—as to the appearance of a diminutive droid from behind his legs, only knee-high. For a hunter of such notoriety to keep a companion that for all intents and purposes seemed harmless was a mystery, almost as big a mystery as the man himself.

“Geric Zodri,” its haughty, high-nosed voice called out, little hands akimbo on his hips, both the new arrivals unaware of the woman who sat at a table just diagonal the door. Her caf cup was held stationary in a position that mimicked art, as if sculpted from marble; she dare not move, wanting nothing more than to observe the sight before her, to commit it to memory, for such a beautiful thing it was.

Skin the color of cerulean seas; eyes as red as human blood that shone like fire; fingers as long and delicate as the legs of spiders. His teeth were as sharp and deadly as his stare, two the length of dagger points, the Duros’ body as thin and gangly as the stem of a candlewick flower sold on market days. 

He was covered from head to foot in leather, tubes jutting from his cheeks like extra limbs, his pants so tight it appeared he had been poured into them. The girl imagined his wide-brimmed hat to be a crown, fixated atop his head and steeping him in shadow, its artificial shade casting its dark pall across honed planes and angles, only making those stark, elliptic eyes more prominent.

Love at first sight—she might believe it, now that she had come face to face with hell incarnate, a fallen angel, a man so handsome tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her previous occupation all but forgotten.

What had she been doing? Datapad sitting idle, screen blackening to the color of pitch.  She hadn’t a clue, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to blink, forgetting her own name as the soft jingle of some unidentified bits of metal clinked against one another with every graceful, slow, deliberate step of this man advancing, strolling beyond her, just to the left.

She felt she might faint; simply pass from this world into the next, to die on the spot as she caught the scent of the gunslinger who smelled like something smokey, something sweet, something not quite like anything else on this stinking planet; it was a wonder she did not spill her beverage straight onto her lap, finally having the sense to place it down upon the table.

Then, another man stood, a human, though nothing about his appearance suggested he was from any place in particular, his eyes wide like an animal ensnared, caught in the path of a hungry predator, though the droid approached him first, his gold-colored photoreceptors angling upward as he tilted his large head.

How did it even stay upright? How did this little bot balance when it was so top heavy, defying the laws of physics? Questions she asked herself as she watched the scene unfold; they were all members of a theatrical audience, her and the other patrons, seated on the edges of seats, cramped in corners to make themselves small, heads bent low with hoods drawn, others smiling wicked smiles of twisted delight.

“Ah, there you are! There is no escape, I am afraid,” the droid said with certainty, joined by an air of pretention that was almost comical. Maybe this woman would have laughed had not all the other people surrounding her been so adamant to keep their silence, a few others daring to inch toward the door in hopes of a subtle escape.

The Duros paused as his target’s eyes shifted, mapping out possible exits, his heartbeat so loud he was positive it could be heard over the eerie quiet that had descended upon this little cantina like an ominous cloud. The gears of his mind were practically visible, turning in the direction of the blaster on his hip, the perp’s arm lifting incrementally in such a fashion as to make everyone aware he planned to draw.

“Naht smart, what yer thinkin’,” the creature’s voice announced, low and husky, words drawled in absolute indifference. So calm and cool, like a tall drink of water served ice cold; he rushed for naught, the girl thinking she would pay all the credits in the galaxy just for him to read aloud to her.

“Whaddeye say ye come quietly, save me a heap a trouble.”

Something akin to fear bristled down her spine, though the threat had not been directed toward her. Worse yet, it wasn’t as simple as that, the tingling of her loins accompanying a heat that spread like wildfire from her groin up to her cheeks.

God, he was perfect in every sense of the word. The tilt of his hip, the drumming of his fingers against his gun belt, the scars that not marred, but complimented his rugged visage. She realized she wanted to kiss him, touch him, worship the very ground he walked on, and she did not even know his name.

“Cad Bane.”

His quarry had spoken, eyes narrowing to match the width of the Duros’, constricted into tapered slits at either end. The girl had only spared him a glance, returning her attention to the rough and tumble nerfpoke whose hand idled over blasters of a kind she had never seen before.

“Supposin’ ye know why Ah’m here, dhen,” the hired gun offered, though his droid perked up, easing himself back into the conversation as if he enjoyed the act of provocation, no better than a sentient who fed on drama.

“For the sizable bounty on your head, of course!”

Cad Bane, the bounty hunter, the girl recited soundlessly. Only known by name, she had never once laid her eyes on him—not that she had desired or ever expected to.

The hunter’s upper lip lifted in a partial sneer, revealing the point of one elongated tooth more clearly. How might it feel for it to press against her flesh? How might it feel to be bitten?

“Dhat’ll do.” The droid needed no other encouragement, backing up to a safer distance as its master stayed put, seeming to know better than to interfere with what was about to occur. The one called Bane never once looked away from his mark, and the girl never once looked away from him, the way in which the Duros carried himself exuding a reptilian-like patience that preceded his species, yet this was something else entirely.

It was a standoff, like those kinds she witnessed in holofilms, but she found herself rooting for the villain—was he the villain? What had this man done to warrant being hunted down like vermin? She would not contemplate the possibilities, too engrossed in the here and now, eyes trailing from boot to brim; she thought she caught a sideways glance in her direction, causing her to dip back in her seat—had he looked at her?

That was the moment a shot rang out, followed by the smell of Tibanna gas and gasps from all around. Another followed suit, within milliseconds, echoing the first. Bane had sidestepped, his reflexes like that of an agile nexu—the human male had tried to take him out and failed.

“Ah’d say better luck next time,” the hunter quipped. The butt of his joke need not be stated, the point of it obvious—he was deader than a starship rivet, hitting the floor like a sack of Corellian potatoes, no one seeming to want to acknowledge this fact as they returned to card games, to gambling, to drinking caf.

But the girl—she would continue to stare, lip nearly chewed to shreds as she bit her tongue to keep from spurting off nonsensical things such as “I love you,” or “please fuck me within an inch of my life.” It was as if he could read her mind, another glance cast with the accompaniment of a smirk.

“Todo.”

The droid was alert and ready to serve, somehow wishing she was he, or it, at his beck and call and then some, never once assuming she could be jealous of a thing that had no soul, made of ones and zeros.

“Get de repulsor,” he commanded. “And ye,” he faced the girl, “come with me.”

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The coiling of a single digit easily persuaded you, your heartbeat a separate entity set out to betray you; it was felt as a persistent throb below the belt, your cunt clenching as you stood. You were unsure of what the hunter wanted from you, but it did not matter, all thoughts fleeing to be replaced by unconditional obedience.

It would have been unwise to turn him down regardless, apparent from all eyes now set upon you, none wishing to be caught in your shoes. Had he felt disrespected by your ogling? Had he set out to punish you? Would you wind up like the man inside the bar?

You would not see his face again in the span of time it took for him to travel the path laid out before him, unconcerned by your lagging behind, finding you to be no threat. Despite your predicament, you were eager to discover what he had in store, pausing when Cad Bane vanished beyond the mouth of a narrow alley.

Now would be the time to run, to flee for your life, but instead you were stupid, enamored by the way he walked, the way he talked, the clothes upon his back, the color of his pretty scales.

You took a breath, turning the corner. He was waiting for you, thumbs hooked along the waistband of his trousers. Once he was sure you had not abandoned him—and he did allow you your own freewill—he advanced, arriving at a more secluded portion to which he pointed with a downward turn of his index finger.

You bravely stepped forward, aligning yourself with the wall. Bane positioned himself in front of you with a curious tilt of his head, towering above. And while you felt intimidated, you did not outwardly express it, keeping a straight face notwithstanding the trepidation you harbored, meeting that piercing gaze head-on.

Then, he angled his hand, pointing again, this time toward the ground with that same finger, a smug look of callous amusement registered by only a small quirk of his thin lips.

Slowly, thoughtfully, you lowered, drifting to your knees before him as your gaze stayed trained on his gaunt face. He wanted you humbled in supplication; you held no qualms, holding his red eyes with an expectant look for as long as he allowed.

You could get drunk off them, like sanguine-colored wine, your own reflection mirrored back to you; your own desperation; your own indecency, assuming what might come next, yet your expression could only be observed as eager. The Duros’ lithe fingers branched out like twigs as they curled beneath your chin, a hint of a thing most heavenly stretching languidly in an upward curve.

It was a smile, or the beginnings of one, dastardly in effect, Bane all too entertained by your lack of self-respect, perhaps. Yet you obeyed when he pried your lips apart with the pad of a cool thumb, exposing your teeth—nothing like his and dull in comparison—your instinct to wet his scales as your tongue gave a tentative lick, mouth closing around its blue tip.

You sucked, not once breaking eye contact, drowsy with desire as you mimed fellatio, moaning sweet sounds that caused the man to hiss, as if somehow unprepared.

You watched as his free hand unzipped his fly below where his belt fastened, leaving his holsters intact about his tiny waist. It took more than that to partly undress himself, realizing there was a hidden panel made of some extruded, matte material that sealed him off from the outside world; it was like a second skin, only black.

Bane’s bulge pushed against it, as if the thing behind it demanded to be released. Like a snake, it—they—slithered out to your surprise, his thumb abstracted to be replaced by not one, but both his cocks.

Awestruck, your eyes widened; you never would have imagined that what his species packed would be anything quite like this. Coated in a sheer slime that tasted divine, these flexible appendages glided down your throat as if a liquid, bypassing your uvula to delve toward the deepest part of your oropharynx, barely giving you space to breathe.

But you found you could, inhaling through your nostrils as you sat up on your knees, finding his flavor to be enticing, lulling you into a more relaxed state of mind. You were receptive, more than perhaps you ought to be, puckering your lips for better suction, the Duros’ gloved hand finding the back of your head.

He pushed you forward; you did not resist, his slender hips thrusting into you as his reedy fingers coiled into your hair. You aided him, seesawing your neck back and forth, adopting a frictionless speed that caused his grip to tighten, the Duros shamelessly fucking your face like you were a common whore, yet he was not paying you.

His genitalia seemed to be hardening, which was unexpected, making it difficult for you to obtain the oxygen you sorely needed, yet you found to be starved of air was worth it, instead your nostrils filling with a most addicting aroma, none like you had ever smelled before.

Today seemed to be a day full of firsts; your hands found the hunter’s small, yet muscular ass. He did not stop you, though he could if he had the mind, your tongue roiling across and between his members as if imparting a passionate kiss.

What was that? you wondered, your human brain only comprehending it as pheromones, you heart beating faster as you drooled on yourself, spittle leaking down your chin to fall against your breasts. The hunter yanked you backward by your locks, stealing his cocks from you; you panted, gasping, yet you were indignant, tongue searching them out in a pathetic display worthy of embarrassment as you whined in dismay.

“Human girls would choke dhemelves te death,” he commented, tone mocking, allowing the reinsertion of one, while the other slid down the front of your top to fondle a pebbled nipple, slipping beneath the fabric of your brassiere.

He was right; you had not wished to stop, only now noticing how dire the situation had been. As if hypnotized, or seduced by his scent, in that moment you would not have cared if you asphyxiated, so avid was your zeal.

You moaned in earnest, enlivened further by his attention to your tits, however unconventional, moving your hand to grip his interred cock’s sleek base. You gorged on it, one of the Duros hands finding purchase against the wall behind you, propping himself up as you deigned to never be forgotten, feeling privileged to have even gotten this far.

You changed your mind; you went hands free, smashing your breasts together, creating a snug crevice between your cleavage for him to fuck. You continued to slather his first cock in your saliva, deepthroating him to the root of his tentacular shaft, putting your whole body into motion, your tongue ebbing and flowing, cheeks hollowing, coaxing him to bust.

He produced a gruff, throaty sound that nearly caused you to cum untouched. You would have played with yourself right then and there, but his pleasure was the thing you sought, keeping your tits level as he drove his secondary cock between them, droplets having formed at its head; the sticky beads of precum leaked out onto your chest.

“Give a Rodian a run fer dheir creditsss…” he praised, your underwear thoroughly soaked; you relaxed your throat as he face-fucked you harder, though his movements slowed, his strokes deeper, longer, more succinct.

“Get ready,” Bane warned; you felt born ready, squeezing your tits around him at the same time your mouth hugged his every inch. He came, a torrent of ejaculate pumping itself down your gullet and into your belly, the other spreading its seed all across your breasts and neck, spurting as high as your chin.

You were covered, inside and out, verbalizing your ecstasy by way of a happy purr, though you were quickly disappointed when his snake-like dick wriggled right out of you to join its twin, both dripping with remnants of his sperm.

You licked them clean, begging for more, a plaintive whine escaping you as you gazed up with sorrowful, pleading eyes, so sad that it was over.

Bane stuffed himself back inside his suit, his trousers, and awkwardly adjusted, waiting for the moment his dual dicks would retract inside himself, making his pants all the more comfortable to wear.

He pat your cheek; it was a demeaning gesture, yet you ate it up, nuzzling your face into the bowl of his palm for those few seconds, like an eager kitten who craved attention, finding yourself to be devastated when he broke physical contact, your mind swirling with thoughts of him and only him, Bane knowing that look all too well.

“Thanks fer de head.”

The hunter tipped his hat, turned, and moseyed back the way he came, the way from which he had ushered you minutes prior, his droid drifting by with the body of the man Bane had shot laid out on a hover-stretcher, leaving you to pine away for him as he knew you would, walking out of your life just as quickly as he had arrived— oh to be his bounty, dead or alive.

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