#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.”

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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.

[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.”

[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.)

[cerise-on-top]

Hii please can you do family hcs for soap, graves and rodolfo (sorry if thats two meny) like as in having kids being married and stuff x

Hey! I don't write about children, so I wrote general marriage HCs for the lads :-)

Marriage HCs for Soap, Rodolfo and Graves

Soap: As soon as you’re engaged he’s never taking that ring off again. It’s a small but lovely reminder that the two of you are bound together forever. To be frank, he loves the feeling of being married to you. His bonnie and him are finally married, what more could he want? He’s actually a surprisingly good husband, always taking care of you and getting you whatever you need. Insists on going on vacation with you for a week to ten days once a year. It’s his way of unwinding. Plus he really wants to see the world with you, make as many memories as possible as well. Very dutiful too, if you ever tell him to do something then he’ll do it. Rarely ever does he complain. After all, his beautiful spouse needs him, and what is more wonderful than that. If you’re not allergic to them, then he insists on getting a dog with you. They’re loyal, they’re sweet, they’re adventurous. They’re kind of like him and he jokes about that too. If you love Soap then you’re going to love a dog as well. However, sometimes he gets a bit overwhelmed with love for you and will just hold you tightly for a bit. He doesn’t talk, he doesn’t even move, he just holds you and takes in your warmth and your scent. Once he’s almost done feeling sappy, he’ll sigh, put your face in between his hands, give you a big smooch and tell you how much he loves you. It gets especially bad once you’re married. He can’t help it, though, he simply adores you.

Rodolfo: He never would have thought he’d find someone willing to marry someone like him. Sure, he’s flattered and flabbergasted, even, and that sometimes gets to him. Once you’re married, he’ll try his best to be a good husband for you. Gets up before you do so he can make you some breakfast, cleans your home as long as he can be quiet, hell, he’ll even try to use the washing machine and wash your clothes. If you’re awake somehow and want to join him, he’s over the moon. There’s just something so domestic about doing house chores together, he loves it. At one point he’ll insist on going on a roadtrip through Mexico together so you can see all the most beautiful sights together. He loves his country and he loves you too, so he’d love nothing more than to combine both of those things together. It’s not optional either, he’ll bring it up again and again until you finally relent and let him plan everything. I don’t think he’d be too much of a dog person, but you could probably convince him to get a cat. He wouldn’t admit it, but he thinks they’re kind of cute. Will also try to be your cat’s favorite by feeding it some snacks here and there, just to brag that it loves him after all. One thing he’ll also start doing once you’re married is send letters to you. You don’t have to respond, but he just wants to send you something more personal every once in a while. Besides, it’s something sweet too, isn’t it? Not very many people send each other letters anymore these days. They’re more personal than a simple text message.

Graves: He’s a cocky but loveable guy most of the time, but he actually becomes a bit calmer once you’re married. Sure, he’ll still tease you when he can, but that’s just how he is. Back then, he may have told you he loves you by teasing you, but nowadays he genuinely just holds you close and gives you a heartfelt “I love you” from time to time. Not too fond of doing chores, even with you, but he’ll do them anyway because he can’t just leave all the work to you, even if he wouldn’t mind hiring a maid to do so either. Will want to buy a big house for the both of you to live in together. He has too much money on his hands anyway, so he does it anyway. It’s not going to be too remote, but it won’t be in the heart of a city either. If you’re not American then he’ll convince you to live with him in the States. It’s his home country, he’s a proud American and he wants you to be with him. He’s not too open for a pet, in all honesty. Even if he can’t really name a reason as to why. It’s not like he’s allergic or anything, he’s just not the biggest fan of pets. Most he can do is a fish. But trust me, he’d actually take really good care of that fish. It would likely be overfed, but he’d deny ever feeding it and caring for it. If he thinks you’re not around then he’ll actually talk to it about how great of a spouse you are and how lovely it is that you’re taking care of him and it. Yes, he gushes about you to the fish. If asked he doesn’t even know you have a fish, though.

[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.”

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Apologies, have some unholiness. :)

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: A small collection(2) of very feral marines. Well… some cool and collected while some others are simply not.

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

TW // Pure SMUT, Dubcon, Hate Sex? Overstimulation, Cockwarming, Mating Press-ish, Belly Bulge, Oral, Clothed Sex, Begging, Praises, Yandere Themes, Google Translate.

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𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 • Gray Knight • Sentience

You’re not really sure how the Gray Knight had gotten worked up. How you ended up on the roof of your car; just a few miles away from the house, and your thighs of your legs being opened with ease by his gray gauntlets. The bulk of his armored fingers slightly twitching with anticipation as he looks down at you with his pure white eyes filled with something that looked a lot like hunger. His helmet disregarded on natures ground: near the tire of your vehicle.

“So beautiful.” Solor suddenly speaks with a smooth rumbling tone, praising you. The thumb of his gauntlet gently pressing into your clothed skin on your thigh as he thumbs at it, up, and down. You simply can’t not help the blush that rises to your cheeks, flushed by his suddenness to praise you. To put you on top of your own car and thumb very closely to your womanhood.

The Gray Knight above you gives you a light rumble at your flushed face: something that is similar to a laugh and a purr as he take one of his gauntlets to squeeze at your thigh before rising it up the side of your body, feeling you out; exploring you. His gauntlet very precise on where to touch you, to make you twitch and tick underneath his hand before he would lean down: his face next to your chest while his uses the gauntlet that was touching you to balance himself lightly on the car roof above you; trying to make sure he wouldn’t dent it with his weight. His hot breath gathering in your clothes as he gives you a puff, almost eager to tease you, but he knows he wouldn’t have enough time before the Alpha Legionnaires would show up to take what is his once more.

“My little Maiden…” Solor purrs and rumbles, sending a slight vibration through the car as he moves himself down your clothed body more. His gauntlets going back to gently squish at your thighs while he eyes trail at every inch of you, taking in every detail of you. His breath occasionally puffing out against your clothes the more he moves himself downward. Until, eventually he is above your pelvis; looking down at it with such desire you have only see rarely from him. His stare making you shiver in his squeezing hold as he would look up at you at your movement with a small grin. “Would you allow me to ravage you? To eat you whole my little Maiden?”

Ah, so that’s what he wanted. His actions should have been clear enough to you, but it was unusual to think Solor would want to do it in a more open place, and on the top of your car no less. He likes to be more closed off and… proper without the Alpha Legionnaires trying starting shit with him. Telling him how and what way he should fuck you when he knows just how good he can; better than them too. He has had you first anyway. Though, he can’t deny when they push him, you both get the satisfaction you need, even if it was a little bit more harsh and gets you bed ridden to be in the Alpha Legions care afterwards. He doesn’t mind that all at for some reason, and you certainly don’t mind it either.

“Yes, my knight.” You respond to him, wiggling your hips as a nerve of arousal shoots through you while Solor inhales, taking in your scent of arousal. His tongue licking his teeth inside of his mouth and swallows his bundling saliva, trying not to slobber all over you at just the simple word of you calling him your knight, and definitely not because you wiggled your hips either. His gauntlets tensing around your thighs in anticipation to get started with you.

“Oh, you’re such a good little Maiden.” He coos softly, lowering himself down closer to your pelvis. His breath hitting against your clothes while he looks up at you with hooded eyes as they dim in lecherous thoughts, getting hooked on you in moments. His gauntlets tearing slowly at the seams on the bottom of your clothing, trying not to go too fast. Restricting himself so much when you were willingly presented before him. Agreeing with his offer. “You’re too good for me…”

You keen in his hold eagerly then; anticipating him just as he anticipated you. Wanting his offer to be filled rather quickly for you. He can’t just say things like that and leave you hanging with nothing but that growing, aching desire he started. It was quite… unfair, but… perhaps it was just the both of you? Restricting so much when all could be given in a fraction of a moment?

“Solor, please.” You begged him and he gives you a reassuring purr in response. His gauntlets slowly ripping your seams one by one while his mouth opens wide as he presses his hot, slimy tongue against your clothed sex. The sensation oddly, but slightly stimulating in a way as your body arches at that small fraction of relief, and then a disappointed huff leaves you as all he gives you is a singular lick. “Solor…”

The Gray Knight laughs at you with a low rumble, knowing what he did. Another grin growing on his face as he looks up at you then down at the bottom of your clothing, purring when he managed to get them soaked with just one lick. “Can you blame me? You’re just too appetizing, I must savor everything of you.”

“Everything?” You deadpan at him lightly, looking down at him with the same look. Briefly wondering if you should just pull him closer with your legs, if that was even possible. “Even my clothes?”

“Everything.” Solor confirms with a nod, leaning back down near your sex, giving it a puff of hot air to feel you shiver at his actions. Watching you as the seams untie themselves slowly much to his pleasure. It was like unwrapping a gift. “Your clothes, skin, muscles, organs, bones and even your soul my little Maiden.”

“That’s not creepy at all.” You mumble at him, watching him closely. Wondering now if admitting the more… organic things were their play. If that’s how some of the talk dirty or flirt. “…And that’s how you plan to eat me?”

Solor purrs lovingly at your question, and admittedly with a light laugh. Ripping the seams more. “We are not the same creatures as you my little maiden, but yes that’s how I plan to eat you. More so on the skin and muscle side for now.”

“For now?—!” Your breath catches in your throat. Your mind short circuits as a long moan leaves you. Your body arching up on the roof of the car before you’re forcefully pressed flat down on it. One of Solors gauntlets pressing you down by your stomach while his other hikes one of your legs over his shoulder. His mouth wasting no time to get a taste of you as soon as your seams opened big enough for him to thrust his tongue inside of your sex with a certain gleam in his eyes.

“Hmmm, yes, for now.” He rumbles, sending another vibration through the car and through you. A loud, pleasured cry escaping you as the vibrations just hit right. Your body trying to wither and keen into him, but his gauntlet stops you from doing so. A pleased smile growing on his lips the more he gains from you. The more he watches you struggle underneath him.

“Fuck! Solor, g-give a gal a w-warning.” You manage to groan out, your head leaning back while you clench your jaw and huff. Your eyebrows furrowing up in pleasure as you close your eyes. Hands desperately trying to gasp onto anything in this position and placement, but there was nothing to grab out for but to scratch at the metal of the car or reach out for Solor himself.

“Hhmmm, grasp onto me little Maiden.” The Gray Knight rumbles again, ignoring your words. His eyes intent on watching how your skin moves up and down as he swirls his tongue into your juicy, velvet walls. The back of his tongue making sure he rubs that bud of yours too as he watches you cry out again. Your hands immediately coming up to obey his request, and grasping onto his gauntlet pinning on your stomach. Your fingers trying to overlap and tie with his own. “There we go…”

The Gray Knight hums into you, seemingly relaxed with just eating you out, but his twirling action inside of you sends you spiraling, your mind becoming instant mush; definitely not going slow with you as it looks or sounds like. His tongue doing wonders to claim every inch of muscle inside of you: twirling, twisting, swirling, lapping and even sucking occasionally. Trying to ravage you out, just like he said he would.

“Solor!” You pant at him, feeling that familiar string tighten inside of you. Your hands trying to grasp at his much bigger and armored ones the best you can while he starts to thumb at you, gently caressing your stomach with each stroke of his tongue; feeling how much he can affect you. How much he could eat you out while he thinks for a moment how his cock would feel if he was inside of you once more; bulging your belly, but he knows he won’t have enough time for that. He’s not in a closed space after all.

The Gray Knight doesn’t speak at your call of his name. He simply smothers himself more into your sex, getting drunk on you as he becomes all the more eager to get your nectar. His tongue going more wild, trying to get you to cum already. To give him his meal he has worked and craved highly for from you. Another rumbling hum coming from him to encourage your climax, and oh, does it work its magic. Sending you right off the edge of a damn cliff.

You feel like you’re floating on 10 clouds, but you can’t exactly feel how he continually laps at your walls to drink from them. You can’t feel how he pulls back out of you to lick at your folds, purring at you and the meal you have so preciously given him. His tongue still slowly circling, stimulating your shock of a climax, and never leaving you when you start to feel overstimulated. A whine escaping you at your sudden sensitivity, and at the fact Solor growled, lifting his head up from your sex like a predator that has been interrupted with its feast.

“Legionnaires…” Solor simply hisses the fangs of his teeth showing as he looks up at one of them, and senses two to his other side, trying to trap him; trying to cut him off from eating you out once more. His gauntlets slowly lowering your leg back down from his shoulder and back to hang off the side of the car. His body rising up to his full height as he focuses on one of the lone Alpha Legionnaires; towering over the three of them by a helmet.

Solor doesn’t hesitate to give a warning hiss when the one he focuses on inches his way closer, testing his patience, testing his bond before he finally does snap and takes off after the Legionnaire. Not liking how close they have gotten after he left his little Maiden very vulnerable to claim, and has still done so after he plays cat and mouse with this legionnaire he has yet to pin down. Leaving you vulnerable and open for the other two to claim.

You can finally feel after getting off your high, how this Legionnaire: Hydra, comes over and gently squeezes your thighs with a sweet coo. His helmet off his head as he shifts in his spot in order to get between your legs like Solor did, but this time, Hydra does something a bit different and folds you in half. Hiking up both your legs over his pauldrons like he was putting you in a mating press before he gets a taste of you himself. The suddenness of his tongue eating you out this time, and in a different way making you cry out again. Gaining some teasing and praising coos in response.

The Gray Knight couldn’t have all the fun without them now could he?

𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐤𝐢 • World Eater • Wh40k

You know you should have not have tested the patience of your marine who gives you everything he has. Every. Little. Thing, and all he asks in return is you. Yet, you push him every single time, rejecting his gifts, pushing him away, running away. He’s been patient enough to court you again; killing off your suitors. He thinks it’s about time that he puts you back in your place, and the frustrated World Eater is quick about it. His form taking big strides in an effort to not just flat out rush you.

He follows your trail; finding it with ease only moments before you had ran off from him. His form moving with rather tense and calm movements. His helmet moving side to side to look around the area as his eyes take in every little detail that you’d left behind: footprints, loose dirt and even your scent. Which perfectly betrays you the most.

He can smell how you fear of being caught by him. How your adrenaline spikes, and how strongly it smells just like you. He can even smell the hint of arousal in it. Your mind must have briefly thought about him, and that makes him lowly hum in… delightful thoughts. You think of him even when you’re running away from him? In such enamored ways too? Ohhhh, little мир.(World.)

The… endearing thought cools him off a little bit, but not by much. He’s too frustrated by you running from him when he’s gone to do this type of shit. You always taking advantage of him when you can, and it slowly started to peeve him off until today. He has decided he will not have any of it. No childish games, no bratty behavior, no innocent faced lies and definitely no cold shoulders either. He will have you, even if he knows he’ll have to do it again. Not that he wouldn’t mind. He has all the time in the world to do so.

The World Eater spots you not far up ahead. A twitch of a grin rising up beneath his helmet as he looks at you. So helpless; breathless from running, what he feels like is only a couple steps from him. Your form hunched over as you try and catch yourself. Presenting your curved aspects at him while your heart beats wildly in both fear and exhaustion, and he didn’t even have to exhaust you. You exhausted yourself. Something that he finds rather… appreciative of.

“S-Spartak!” You squeak up at him, your heaving form quickly turning around on your heel to face him with wide eyes. Finally noticing that he was just standing behind you, staring down at you with clenched gauntlets as his shadow overcasted your own. “I…um…”

He watches you stutter up at him, looking around at everything but him, and it drives him more mad that you refused to look at him in moments like this. His gauntlet twitching as you try and make up another excuse for your running; for your escapes. Why can’t you just trust him? Why can’t you like the things he has provided for you? Why don’t you allow him in?

Oh, he doesn’t like to think about those thoughts very much. Each individual question being blocked by something that he just… can’t understand. He can’t understand you. How are you not swayed by his advances? How are you so adamant with him? He was clearly a better suitor and able to care for you properly. Not once, has he hit you. Not once, did he let his anger get the best of him… but he has his limit on this one, and he doesn’t even know if he can promise to be gentle.

He deeply rumbles down at you, scaring you to shut up and stand still. Your eyes, yet again, refusing to look up at him. Trying to look at everything on the dirt ground and memorize it. He’s not sure if he likes you to be…so scarily obedient, but he sure as hell wants you look at him. His gauntlets unfurling from being fists as he uses one to gently; forcibly make you look up at him and uses the other to take off his helmet and latch it to his waist.

“Look up at me little мир…” He lowly speaks, getting increasingly frustrated with how your eyes still flicker every where else, but his command finally makes you listen. Your fearing eyes finally looking up at him, listening to his call. It almost would have calmed him down a bit if he wasn’t reminded on why he was here; how he was here.

He scoffs at himself then, sounding like a chuff of a tiger before just snatching you up from the ground. Purring just the tiniest bit when you give a squeak of surprise. Your hands settling on his maroon pauldrons, trying to steady yourself before he flips you around. Your back up against his breastplate as one of his gauntlets keeps you pinned up against him. Holding all of you by your waist as he settles himself down in front of a tree; sitting in front of it with his legs open.

“Spartak!” You call out for your marine, incredibly confused on his actions. He…he has never done this before! He has never been so… blunt! “Did I do something wrong?”

Oh, you know you did, but you can hope that your plays lasts, until he growls at you. A string of dread washing through you. Your form shivering against his body and hold.

He cannot believe that you would as such a question. You still think you can still play innocent when he has you resting on his cuisse? When all you have done is played him with such acts? He’s seen how you work; over and over again, and he tried of you just dismissing him at every turn. He deserves something in return.

“Do not play with me woman.” He huffs, tucking his head into the back of your neck. The urge to just bite the hell out of you strong. “You have done that long enough.”

You swallow at his truth, understanding that you have been caught. That now, you need a different approach, but nothing pops up, it’s like you’ve ran out of ideas, out of words to say. What in the hell does one even do in this type of situation?

“I…” You stutter and pause, trying to come up with anything, but you simply can’t. You used everything in the book of excuses to try and stay away from him. So you settle on something so stupid, so minuscule. “I’m sorry.”

Everything feels entirely too silent then. Your ears straining to find a peep of any sound behind you as your heart pounds in your chest. Waiting for what might be your death. What might be your last line of rope to climb up out of your own well.

“…You’re sorry?” Spartak lowly scoffs, his gauntlet suddenly tightening around your waist, threatening to snap you into two as you wince in his hold. He’s really not sure how he feels about this apology, but he’s definitely burning. Ohhh, he’s fucking fuming.

In sudden movements, that gets you dizzy on how fast he moves. He has you on your hands and knees beneath him. His gauntlet on your waist still keeping you pinned to him as his other gauntlet fumbles for his cod-piece. Your eyes desperately searching the ground below you, what for? You don’t know, you’re scared, you’re scared of his wrath. You know how some World Eaters can be like; Iron Warriors too.

“You run from me nearly everyday little Мир.” He starts, nuzzling into the back of your head, deeply inhaling your scent. Feeling how you tense up beneath him. “You promise me lies when I promise you— give you truth.”

You don’t swallow the saliva that builds up in your mouth. You don’t dare interrupt him with a simple thing as swallowing. You don’t dare to move in his hold as he smells you; rocks up against you before you even realize what he has planned for you.

“You push me when all I want to do is provide.” He snarls, sounding low and rather controlled. His mouth opening up as his hot breath paints across the back of your neck; making you shiver at the different temperature of it. His gauntlet finally releasing his cock from his confinement as he pulls you closer to feel just how hard he was. To feel the heat of his length and thickness just resting below you; twitching up against you.

“Spartak…” You dare to whine at him, braving yourself, throwing yourself into his jaws so he can just clamp down onto your neck a snap it. To chew on your bones and drink your blood.

“Silence, woman.” He hisses gutturally, ripping off the bottoms of your clothes with a simple tug, the unexpectedness of it making you yelp out before you clamp your mouth shut. Tears building up in your eyes as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth between your folds. “You have no right to spill more innocent lies.”

“You don’t even have the right to dismiss me. To reject my care.” He continues, stabilizing himself with one arm above you and the other to hold you by the waist. Rolling his hips all the way back until his tip producing pre-cum rests at your entrance. “No more little Мир. You will accept me as yours.”

You can’t help the loud gasp that escapes your throat after being told to be silent. Your hands struggling everywhere against the dirt floor to find purchase on it. The intrusion of just his tip too much to bear for your frail body compared to his. He was simply more bigger, stronger, holding you in place as his cock slowly pushes through your walls. His frustrated mind having enough logic that he knew he didn’t prep you before hand.

“Relax, little Мир. We have done this before.” He purrs roughly. Groaning when you squeeze at him when he wasn’t even fully sheathed inside of you. His frustration flickering between railing you like some simple minded animal or coddling you. To make sure you’re okay as he knows he’s big.

Khorne, your walls drag him in so deliciously. If you don’t start to relax soon he’ll make you relax. Fuck you until your like mush in his devoting hands, until you can’t think of anymore lies and more refusals for him to be prissy about. Running too, make you stop running from him again once more.

Yes…that’s sounds like a rather tempting idea.

“Spartak, please.” He hears your quiet beg against your order that he’s given you, but he can’t bring himself to care about that. He’s going to fuck you until he can’t hear you beg for him anymore. He just wants fucking sounds out of you or perhaps non at all. He knows that a rather sick thought, but it’s makes him twitch inside of you. Him just lazily fucking into you while you’re asleep before he would cockwarm you up, making sure he sticks there until he’s ready to cum inside of you once again.

Fuck, he can’t be gentle, he definitely can’t be gentle with you right now. He needs you. He needs you to submit to him, tell him, moan at him that you’ll accept him once more. That you won’t run away from him again. That you’ll bear anything that he’ll give you, whatever that may be. He needs you.

He can’t help the loud, guttural groan that leaves him. His head tilting back before he looks back down at you, slobbering all over the dirt ground with breathless whines mixed with moans leaving you. He must have blacked out for a moment as he doesn’t recognize when he started to go fast with you. To have you rock back against his cock as it twitches inside of you again, warning you and him that he was closer than what he would like to admit himself.

Ah, but that doesn’t matter. One load simply won’t be enough for you, and one load certainly isn’t enough for him. You’ve got him hooked on you. He’s going to provide as much as he can. He’s going to fill you up as much as he can to make sure you know where your place stands with him. Not below or above, with him.

He switches his position slightly, lifting you off the ground as he uses you to his pleasure. Both of his gauntlets now grasping at your waist; creating bruises on them as he tilts his head back, getting lost on how your walls grip at his cock like a vice. His pace going a bit faster than before as he closes his eyes and deeply groans. Savoring the feeling of both of your climaxes, occasionally doing some extra thrusts as your body is unable to handle so much of his cum. The milky substance running from between your thighs and down his cock and armor before it finally reaches the ground.

“L-Little Мир?” He huffs down at you, frustration gone. Now replaced with worry that he might have broken you. He gauntlets maneuvering you around so you sit upright on his cock. His form string back against the tree as he checks up on you closely. Eyeing the harsh, purpling bruises he created on your waist of griping you too tightly before looking at your fucked out face. A certain… feeling swelling inside of him that he (always) manages to make you look so drunk on him.

He waits for you to recover however, his face nuzzling into your neck. Enjoying how you smell like him now as one of his gauntlets keeps you steady up on his cock by your torso. Not willing to brush along that belly bulge inside of you just yet. He wants you coherent with him, but once you start to show signs that you’re coming back from cloud 9? He’s at you again, slowly at least. Rising you up and down his cock at a tentative pace, making sure to love more on you as well. Kissing the back of your neck, giving it a little nibble before he starts to purr in a happier tone. Satisfied with what he has gotten from you. What he has given you.

At least, now you know not to push him too much… or perhaps you will? It’s a rather difficult decision to make.

[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.  

[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. 

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Command me to be well

Summary: Lord Osferth has been injured and she takes care of him. Paring: Lord Osferth x Female!Reader (third person) Word Count: 1845 Warnings: Teasing baby monk, mentions of battles, injuries, oral (m receiving), 9th century remedies for bruises? Author's Note: This was inspired by @hightowhxre story of Lord Osferth x Maid!Reader, which is so brilliant and has been living rent free in my brain as you can see from the 1800+ words. Beta read by the wonderful @sylasthegrim surprise this was that request you sent me an eternity ago 💜 Dividers by @saradika 💜

The day hung heavy on his shoulders adding to the weight of the mud heavily caked onto his boots, along with the perspiration that caused his layers to cling to his lithe frame, the night’s cool air chilling him. Osferth entered his sleeping estate but noticed the pool of amber from the backroom where the Dane woman remained, her steadfast devotion to his humble household despite him expressing that her choices were solely to be her own. 

He thought back to the last time he had spoken this outloud, how her startling eyes focused on him, the flutter of her long lashes that framed them. “Then my choice is to serve you, my lord,” she had replied with her honeyed tone.  

Her words caused a lump in his throat and Osferth swallowed hard. 

At first he rued the day that Uhtred had marched her into his modest, but comfortable, manor bestowed by his dear sister in Rumcofa. His title was behest after the death of King Alfred–their father–by a scroll with his signature, his final command for his eldest son’s legitimacy. When they returned to Mercia, Æthelflæd glowed with pride. 

“You will be an ealdorman of Mercia,” she smiled.

Sihtric and Finan teased his title, but it was Uhtred who insisted he take in the Dane woman, how hands were needed to run the homestead. His large hand rested on her shoulder and pushed her towards him. “This is your lord,” Uhtred said with a smile, with a smirk. Osferth felt mortified. “You will serve him well.”

For a time it was them alone and he learned that she showed diligence, but not obedience; she possessed a sharp wit and sense that she always knew what was best for Osferth, more so than he himself. He also learned that she was a sanctioned healer, blessed by the gods–or so she claimed, and he indulged her natural curiosities, taking the time to teach her to read and to write. 

She seemed to agree to this tutoring with the sole purpose to tease and to torment Osferth, always pressing too close for propriety. At the end of each lesson, her every fiber lingered after, from the lavender on her washed skin, a sinful scent that hung on his clothes, to the soft touch of her finger pads on the back of his hand, a soothing and circular motion to catch his attention. If he dared to look, she would always lean closer until he could see the candlelight dancing in her eyes. 

Osferth would then create the much needed space between them, if anything so that he may begin to breathe again. 

Though he felt her haunting tactility, he suppressed his desire when he saw her shifted attention and felt a sense of pride with how her fingers now grasped for every scroll, tome, and book within her reach. Her days were now spent gathering herbs and in the evening, she would painstakingly transcribe her remedies known to parchment. 

He could only assume this was what she was doing at this moment. Osferth winced as he began to remove his boots, and then he heard her soft steps; she peered out from her room, her familiar silhouette against the amber light, and he could hear her concern. “Are you injured, my lord?”

At first, she picked up the teasing from the men he considered his brothers–Finan and Sihtric, relentless with his newfound lordship–but right now there was a genuineness to her tone. 

“Please,” Osferth grimaced from her formality, from his subtle movements to unlace the ties. “I am simply Osferth.” 

He saw the shadow of her brow furrowed and she then called for the water to be heated for their returned lord; Osferth burned from her words. “It is not necessary–” he started to say and, as always, she was quick to cut him off.

“It is needed, Osferth,” and her eyes that usually danced seemed to darken as she moved towards him. She kneeled in front of him and helped him remove the other boot before her palm moved to slip into his own hand, walking him back towards his room. 

She turned to scrutinize his disheveled state; it was another long day patrolling the riverbanks and a small skirmish won on its shores. Osferth was not injured, severely, but he was beaten and it showed with the severity that lined his face. His weary hands went to remove the scabbard around his slender waist, a sharp exhale from the pain he felt explode in his chest. It was alleviated with her touch, a warmth that pooled from her palm that rested on his hip, taking over to remove his sword, his dagger, and returning to unlatch his embossed cuirass worn over. 

She was careful to remove his upper layers which revealed the beginning bloom of purples, blues, and greens in the center, bold against his pale skin. “You are bruised to the very bone,” she assessed. Osferth hissed through clenched teeth when her fingers touched and she pulled away. “I’m sorry, my lord–”

“Please,” he rasped. “You know that when it is us alone…the title is not needed.” 

He would have sworn he saw the wash of rose across her face, but she was quick to leave the room. Osferth looked to grab for the wooden chair when she returned, a pestle gripped in one hand to grind within the mortar held in her other; he could smell the crushed herbs mixed with honey. 

“This will help with the bruising,” she explained, peering up at him.

Osferth hummed in response, and again with the touch of her hand against his bare chest; it was the same slow, soothing circular motion as she spread the poultice over where his blood rose dark on his skin. “It must rest for a moment,” she continued to explain. Her hand remained and he was unmoving, elated with the feeling of her skin against his own.

Once again, she was closer that good priority would allow, close enough to see the pink hues that dusted her cheeks and how she brightened when he spoke her name. “Thank you,” and he grimaced again with his exhale. Her fingers twitched, her touch still anchored on his chest before they began to trail lower. “You do not need to stay…”

“But what if I choose too?” 

Osferth looked up, his surprise apparent with her bold words; the shades darkened across her cheeks, her lips wet from her tongue, and he had the intrusive thought, she is beautiful. 

“This is not necessary–” but his words stilled on his tongue as her soft fingers wiped themselves clean on the fabric on his pant leg, the tug of fabric jolting the length of his spine. Osferth shifted his weight as her silk touch dipped into his waistband and followed back towards his center where his cock began to press against his breeches.

She licked her lips again and he now saw how lust swallowed the color of her eyes. “This is why I am here, my lord,” her voice was low, sultry and smooth like velvet as she repeated, “I choose to serve.” 

And her fingers were quick to unlace and pull at his slacks until they puddled at his feet, her touch still gentle to push until he sat back in the chair. She followed, slowly sinking between his splayed legs, her hands resting on his knees to keep her balance and her eyes were up, never leaving his. 

Osferth burned under her gaze, her lustful scrutiny before she blinked, breaking the spell, and her attention refocusing on his length; her eyes traveled the ridges and veins, the shift of color to the red shine of his cockhead. He whimpered at her touch, the slow curl of her fingers around the base, and she gave a tug, watching the wetness that trickled.

She was a vision, her thighs plush as she rested on her heels between, one hand rested on his bare thigh and the other around his cock. The vision she made caught his breath, and when she leaned forward, the air staled in his lungs, watching rapt as her lips pressed against his flushed head. Her tongue cleaned his spill before she began to take him into her mouth and he exhaled sharp feeling her wet muscle pressing to the underside, slavering over his girth, relaxing her throat to press until the patch of hair above tickled her nose; she hollowed her cheeks as she fell back, the glisten of her saliva, and she took a deep breath through her nose before she returned again. 

Osferth moaned unabashed, a white hold of his hands on the edge of his seat, his eyes rolled to the back and his head lolled with. He felt her palm tighten around what could not fully fit in her mouth, and he watched the bob of her head following his length; he grit his teeth with another guttural groan that reverberated from the back of his throat.

His hands moved to rest on her shoulders, a firm hold to ground himself, and she quickened her pace at his touch; the glide of her swollen lips in tandem with her tongue, the lewd noises that spilled with the spit at the corners of her mouth.  

And he saw the stars spark in front of his eyes, lost in the overwhelming heat of her mouth; his thighs began to tremble, the pulse and swell of his cock with her ministrations. She seemed to notice and she hummed, the vibration rippling through his veins and towards the base of his spine, a push over the edge he precariously balanced with vibrant flashes of colors. 

“God!” He gasped. Gods? He was no longer certain as he followed blindly after his pleasure, the buck of his hips in his seat to sate the suction of her mouth that seemed determined to milk the last drop of his release, until he cried out from the oversaturation of pleasure. 

His chest heaved, a dulled ache, and he moaned loudly as she slowly pulled away, her tongue trailing the underside of his still half-hard cock. She paused at the end, a glassy eyed exchanged, and then suckled. Osferth could not help but whine pitifully, and he felt the curl of her lips; he watched as she let him drop from her mouth, her fingers wiping her corners and her tongue licking them clean.

Osferth tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry.  

“I will see if your bath is ready, my lord,” and she pushed to stand. 

Osferth watched her go, the rumpled fabric of her gown now settling over her curves, the sensual sway of her hips. He could not stop the words that spilled from his mouth. “Would you care to join me?” 

She paused and looked back at him, with her hooded eyes and heady stare, the candlelight glimmering in the black that swallowed the color of her irises. “Whatever you desire,” and her sinful mouth curled upwards. “My lord.”

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Tokyo debunker masterlist

"another school environment where magic is involved? How innovative and not at all similar to past things she wrote. Anyway, I'm sure that with such a varied cast she won't focus on white haired boy... Even if just for a change of pace, right? RIGHT?"

Fics

Unexpected meeting

“Older brothers can be a bit overprotective but this one seems like jumping to conclusions”

Wingman (if you squint)

“I hope he didn't hurt his knees from jumping to wild conclusions so much…”

Let's go enjoy the sun!

Haru manages to get you help jabberwock’s fundraiser

•The years pass•

People might react differently to finding out what will happen in the future and seeing themselves settled down.

Look into the future

Ritsu goes ahead in time 10 years and finds he gets married to his business partner

Melodies from the future

Jin uses incense that allows him to see the future

The diabolical streamer gets married?? (No click bait)

Be careful with snakes!

"someone as tired as Haru looks like someone who would enjoy a slow domestic life "

The diabolical streamer is acting weird

Concepts

Future children au

“Your dad likes opera? Who could that be?”

Rui is possibly the most happy at the child's existence

Your child can only say cryptic things

Won't say I'm in love

"refusal to admit one fell in love is so sweet"

Cat-astrophe in Darkwick

"How would the cast be as cats? That is cute. Just don't let any of them in, the cat hair sticks to the curtains"

Icy cool kittens

Cats mean like delinquents

Kitties as wild as nature

The meow-fia of Sinostra

The Nya-rtists of hotarubi

Obscuary’s monster catwalk

Taking care of the purr-fect (Jin, sho, Yuri, Jiro)

The Salem to their Sabrina

The priest's little maneki-neko

It's Cat!honor student's birthday

Yapping

Rough realizations of your death

"a love destined to not blossom because of death, my favorite flavor of agonizing love story. What do you mean she can still be kept alive? Hush, don't ruin my fun"

Only summer clothes

Or only your ex's coat

"someone let the poor girl pack some clothes or get someone to pick them up"

Jin wants to outdo his dad with gestures to his crush

Jin is still in love after the mc memory is deleted

How much do you lift, sho? *Twirls hair*

"I still don't understand why the writer got so giggly when she saw that scene but whatever"

Fica isn't the same as fico…

Meeting the family -ish?