#updating my masterlist

[star-hoon]

UPCOMING WORKS

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— MASTERLIST

🗝️ PARK SUNGHOON —

cherry waves (16+) - rockstar!bf au

— synopsis: after starting a new life in the city, you found yourself running with a crowd of musicians and artists. you had a favorite band but never knew what the members looked like or their real names, only their stage names. never in your wildest dreams would you imagine to cross paths with your old high school classmate sunghoon—now the guitarist of your favorite band. with him on stage and you in the audience.

☁️ SIM JAKE —

mbt(i) want you! - opposites attract! au — synopsis: on the first day of your psychology class, you were forced to sit next to the most popular guy on campus. your first partner assignment was to figure out each other's MBTI's and find similarities between you both. you were the shy, bookworm in the back of the classroom and he was the most popular jock on campus invited to parties every weekend. did you two have anything in common?

🔗 LEE HEESEUNG —

chaconne - royal! forbidden lovers! au — synopsis: you were the princess to a royal family and every weekend, the families in your kingdom would host grand balls for princes to court princesses. after every ball late in the night, there is always a secret party—only there do you meet a man you never would have dreamed to meet in the castle walls. 

maid sama - heeseung!usui x reader!misa

[bri1234]

Meet my MC: Ella

Art

Minimlistic Kieran x F!MC

General Kieran x F!MC

My Thistle Bat

Fanfics

Ever After

What if… Kieran gave up his immortality?

Mood boards

Moon Court

MC's Curse

Kieran x MC's Wedding

The Fae Woods

Commissions

Kieran x MC Chibi Art by @weetlebeetle

Miscellaneous

Poems that remind me of TCH

Junk journal page inspired by TCH

[six-eyed-samurai]

About time I got around to some housekeeping 😚

[scara-writes]

paramour

Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant

I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).

The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.

CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.

I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.

Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.

"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking away—eyes still close—from the sun when it kissed your face.

"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.

Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.

You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.

You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.

The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from the alcohol beverages after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.

"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.

Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.

You didn't hide Everett to your husband.

What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?

Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."

So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?

Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked you—no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.

"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?

You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.

You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You notice Everett's face was frowning too. "Tell the duke that I will be there in a moment." You announced to the butler outside the room expecting the old man to gear you through it. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and finding your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eve—! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling, sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.

Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shi—Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."

His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"

You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"

Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"

He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.

The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.

You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.

You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."

You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.

The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.

His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."

You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.

"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.

Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.

"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"

You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging his presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"

"(Y/n)."

"Yes, husband?"

His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?

"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not."

"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.

"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.

There was silence between the room.

"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.

You scoff standing up, "I think I should finish my meal somewhere..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.

"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.

He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.

"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.

Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.

"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"

"..."

"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.

When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.

"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.

Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went to rub your back.

If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.

[silverskyeline]

.・✭ FANFIC MASTERLIST 13/11/24 ✭・.

⭐ personal favourites // 🔥 smut // 🐻 fluff // 💔 angst

ੈ♡˳ Wolverine

✩ worst wolverine ✦ ⭐🔥 'messy' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'hunger' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. (3.9k words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ old man logan ✦ 🔥 'look at me' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return (2k words) ✦ 🔥 'forever in blue jeans' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // riding old man logans thigh while he wears jeans (500 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'my man' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on. (1.3k) ✦ 🔥 'big bad wolf' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // request: 'couples halloween costumes with old man logan who will begrudgingly dress up for his girl'. (400 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'disobedience' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // moodboard + drabble. (100 words) ✦ ⭐🐻 'domestic life' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // domestic life with logan headcanons (700 words) ✦ 💔 'the man in the mirror' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // comforting logan as he questions his identity (600 words) ✦ 🐻💔 'always' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ general logan / aus / other ✦ 🔥 'nsfw alphabet headcanons' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // the word 'logan' for the nsfw alphabet (800 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'dirty little secret' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // logan finds that you've left him a little gift behind, and he just can't help himself. (1.2k) ✦ ⭐🔥 'baby fever' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // after your first baby is born, logan realises he doesn't want to stop at just one. (4.4k) ✦ 🔥 'branded' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // wearing logans dog tags as you ride him (300 words) ✦ 🔥 'joyride' - (nsfw) logan x f!reader // logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) ✦ 🔥 'heavy metal lover' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // imagine logan is in a metal band and he uses you before every gig in his dressing room (300 words) ✦ 🔥 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' (nsfw) - cowboy!logan x gn!reader // riding cowboy logan (370 words) ✦ 🔥 'life with lumberjack logan headcanons' (nsfw) - a collection of domestic headcanons for lumberjack logan (600 words) ✦ ⭐🔥 'bad idea, right?' (nsfw) - dofp!logan x f!reader // your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) ✦ 🔥 'strangers' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // the stranger in the leather jacket at the bar wants you as much as you want him. (800 words) ✦ 🔥 'the animal in the cage' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // you return each week to watch the stranger in the cage, desire swirling in your mind. there's no way he'd ever look at you too. . . right? (830 words) ✦ 🔥 'hands' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // moodboard + drabble, taking his fingers in your mouth (60 words) ✦ 🐻 'sunflowers' - logan x gn!reader // moodboard + drabble, logan buys you sunflowers (100 words) ✦ 🐻💔 'im sorry' - logan x gn!reader // logan would never hurt you, but in his nightmares he's often not able to control his claws - he's hurt you, the one thing he never wanted to do. (1k) ✦ 🐻 'soft' - logan x gn!reader // imagine playing with logans hair (500 words) ✦ ⭐🐻 'snow day' - logan x gn!reader // logan hates the snow, hates that it reminds him of the past. but he soon finds that being with you gives it a whole new meaning. (1.1k) ✦ 🐻 'halloween' - logan x gn!reader // carving pumpkins with logan. (200 words) ✦ ⭐🐻 'that funny feeling' - logan x gn!reader // no matter how hard he tries, logan can't escape one simple fact. he's falling in love with you. (900 words) ✦ 🐻 'number one fan' - rockstar!logan x popstar!wade // rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words)

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Christian Kane Twirling Props: A Masterlist

Leverage

Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 3 | Season 4 | Season 5

Leverage Redemption

Season 1 | Season 2

Kane's Kitchen

Season 1

The Librarians

Season 1 | Season 2 | Season 3 | Season 4

Almost Paradise

Season 1 | Season 2

The Miscellaneous Section

Aka, the rest of his filmography!

[jokeringcutio]

Albert Shaw x (younger f girlfriend) Reader - Unwind (Explicit/Smut)

Fandom: Black Phone

Pairing: Albert Shaw (the Grabber) x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Rough sex on the couch, Consensual Sex, Creampie, Older man/younger woman, Age difference/Age Gap, Girlfriend Reader, College Reader, Mention of parents, mention of not being on birth control. (Not beta-read)

Unwind

The warmth of Albert Shaw's cozy living room enveloped you. The two of you were set on the grey soft couch, the flickering lights of the television screen forming patterns over Albert’s face. The sound was turned off – there were adverts on anyway. And so you studied him instead.

You thought back to the day you met Albert - a kid's birthday party, your younger brother's. His magical performance had left everyone in awe. You smiled at the memory as he sat across from you, his chestnut hair framing his face, flecks of grey at the roots.

How he had captured your heart with just a smile. You came to understand that picking you out as his assistant had not been a coincidence at all. But, as he later told you once things between you got serious, it had been love at first sight. And he had wanted to see you from up close.

"Another child went missing last night," you said softly, an uneasy tension settling over the room while outside the wind howled like a beast. "They're calling him the Grabber."

Albert flinched, his bright blue eyes darkening for a moment. He glanced towards the basement door, then back at you. "That's terrible," he muttered, his voice low and gruff. You noticed the way his fingers tapped nervously on the armrest of the couch, but you continued talking, trying to fill the silence that threatened to swallow you both.

"Everyone in Denver is terrified. No one knows who it could be." Your voice wavered, betraying your own fear. "Can you imagine what those poor families must be going through?"

Albert pursed his lips, staring ahead of him before his blue eyes finally found yours. You didn’t need to voice the fear that was deep inside of you. Your brother was just the right age to be of interest to the mysterious kidnapper that plagued your city.

“I don’t want you to worry about it, dear,” he said, voice low and smooth. Whenever you heard him you felt butterflies fluttering deep inside. How could a man sound like this and be real? It sounded too good to be true. But here he was, with you, comforting you.

“If you worry about your brother, know that I am here,” his hand gave yours a gentle squeeze, and a small smile played on his lips. “I’ll make sure the Grabber doesn’t get him.”

You let out a soft laugh. His words were exactly what you needed to hear. “Then I am happy to have such a heroic man as my boyfriend.”

Next to your side, Albert seemed to stiffen, then his eyes settled on you again and he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Yeah,” was all he said. But you’d noticed it. Something was off about him, had been off for a while. But today it was worse. There was a certain glint to his eyes, a twitch to his hands. As if he was nervous.

"Albert," you said gently, noticing his jitteriness. "Is everything alright? Did something happen at work?"

He avoided your gaze and shook his head. "No, nothing happened. I'm just... a little on edge, that's all." His fingers brushed against yours as he let out a low chuckle. "You know what could help me relax, though, don't you?"

You furrowed your brow, trying to decipher the meaning behind his words. He had always been a bit cryptic, but this time, you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

“Want some tea? Or a massage?” You stuttered, thinking of all the possible things that could help make him relax. “I could run you a hot bath?”

“Hmm, a massage sounds about right,” Albert hummed, hand withdrawing from the armrest as he turned to look at you, blue eyes glinting in the dim light of the room. “A very specific massage.”

You blinked at him, mind raking over the possible types of massage that there existed. “Sure,’ you said.

You watched as he moved his hands downward until they rested above the bulge between his legs. In the dim light, you hadn’t quite recognized the tent he was sporting. And when he remained silent and just observed you patiently, as if waiting for something, you grew worried.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" you asked, concern lacing your voice. You wanted to be there for him, to support him through whatever was causing him distress.

"Maybe you could... help me unwind?" Albert suggested with a sly grin, leaning closer to you. His hand slid up your arm, fingertips sending shivers down your spine. "You've got such a soothing touch."

You blinked in confusion, still not fully grasping the implications of his words. Your heart pounded in your chest, an odd mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling within you. Albert's closeness was both comforting and electrifying, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

"Of course," you murmured, unsure of what he truly desired, yet eager to bring him relief from his tension.

His lips descended on your hair again, then slowly trailed down to your cheek. Open-mouthed kisses, with his tongue peeking out every now and again. His hand grasped yours and placed it on his bulge where you felt him swell underneath your palm and e fabric. Your eyes widened when you finally understood what this was all leading to.

"Albert," you whispered, realization finally dawning upon you. "You want me to...?"

"Help me find release," he finished your sentence, his voice husky and low. The intensity in his bright blue eyes darkened as desire consumed him.

"Of course," you breathed, a shiver of anticipation running through you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His lips met yours hungrily, pressing forcefully against your own.

He responded with a needy growl, his hands gripping your waist tightly, almost painfully so.

"Such a good girl," he praised between fevered kisses, his chestnut brown hair brushing against your face as he moved to your neck, nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there. Your whimpers only seemed to spur him on further as his hand slid underneath your shirt and bra.

He peeled away your clothes one by one, mouth feverishly covering all parts of you, leaving no part of you unexplored. All the while, your hand moved up and down his bulge, still covered by his pants. A wet spot had started to form, soaking through his clothes. And a low groan near your ear made you look up to see a hunger in his eyes that left you breathless.

His rough hands explored every inch of your body, leaving no part untouched. The forcefulness of his actions sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making you acutely aware of how much you craved this side of him. He bent you over the couch, flipped you, and angled you in such ways as gave him the most pleasure. The light of the television lit your body and formed patterns of fireworks and stars across your naked skin as Albert undid his belt.

The revelation made your mouth water. It wasn’t that you hadn’t ever done this before. Albert had been quite persuasive and you had been just as hungry for him to allow him to take you to his bed. You’d bled for him that first time, had tasted him out of curiosity, had allowed him to own you completely and fuck all of your holes. And now that he craved you, you felt you craved him as well.

Let him unwind. You could do with a little fun yourself.

"Please," you gasped, desperate for him to take you completely. "I need you, Albert."

He didn't need any more encouragement. He flipped you over until you were lying on your tummy on the couch. His hand pressed your head down while the other traced past your hip – gently.

His breath stuttered –  a deep inhale that sounded more like a beast ready to pounce on its prey. Perhaps it was, because, in one swift motion, he entered you, eliciting a sharp cry from your lips. He moved his hips without allowing you to accommodate, tight pussy being stretched unreasonably past its limits. The pain quickly gave way to exquisite pleasure as he started to move, and you pushed your hands against the couch as he thrust into you with a ferocity that made your head spin. The loud moan that escaped you had Albert halt.

“Be quiet now, baby girl,” his low voice grunted. “We don’t want to wake Samson.”

You glanced over at where the dog was, thinking that surely the creature would not mind. But Albert had been more often like this. One day he wanted you to scream, the next he wanted no one to know he was fucking his much younger girlfriend.

“Can you be quiet for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep silent. But it took effort as his hips pushed against your pelvis deliciously hard, like a man possessed. For a moment you thought about asking him to be gentler with you, but then you remembered you’d promised to help him out. And if this was what he needed, then let him have it. You could take it.

He moved with fierce movements, cockhead hitting your cervix with bruising force, over and over. It was different than any fucking you had before. How could you remain silent like this?

You gasped and clawed your fingers against the couch in an attempt to get some leverage. He straightened his spine and then raised your hips, propping a pillow underneath, before he bore down deep inside of your cunt, grunting and groaning as he punished your pussy relentlessly with harsh thrusts. He was no longer a man, but something from Hell. Something devilish, both in looks and actions.

“So tight,” he groaned, words like hoarse whispers falling from his lips. “So fucking good.”

Soft gasps and unbidden moans escaped your lips as wet squelching sounds filled the room. A dull ache was felt deep below, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. The scent of sex tainted the air and sweat made your bodies shimmer in the flickering lights.

Animalistic groans escaped the man above you and you wished you could see him. But he had your head pushed forward onto the couch, ass against his chest while his cock nestled deep inside your cunt while he groaned. He pulsed deep inside of you. Had he come? He hadn’t, right?

He left you no time to ponder because his hand grasped your hair and pulled at it, hand forming a fist as he lifted you from your current position. He was thrusting harshly inside of you again. You’d never known him like this before. So wild, so violent. Yet your pussy loved it, walls fluttering around his shaft in a way you never had experienced before.

The thrusts were deep, too deep perhaps, and you were gasping, biting back pleas to be gentle because you fucking loved it. You loved how he roughly manhandled you until you knew that bruises from his hands would form on your arms and hips.

You loved how good his cock felt battering deep inside your cunt even if you knew it would leave you sore for days to come. You loved how he dominated you, uncaring about your well-being or your wishes or the fact that he wasn’t supposed to come inside. His hips moved against yours roughly, and as he tried to reposition you – being so strong despite his age – your arm bumped against the table next to the couch, accidentally knocking something off the table. You turned your head to look, even if Albert tried to pull you back for a kiss.

The television’s light became bright, illuminating a hideous grin that stared up at you. Taunting. Haunting.

“What is that mask doing here?” you wondered, catching a glimpse of what could only be described as a demonic-looking mask, bigger than Albert’s head.

Your head was forcefully tugged aside, the grip on your hair making you flinch and unable to look at the mask any longer, as Albert guided you back onto the couch until you were on your back with him on top, legs spread wide at either side of his chest, allowing him to plow as deep inside of you as your tight little channel allowed. When he re-entered you, the slick sounds were a disturbing indicator of how wet he had made you.

“I said, keep your mouth shut,” Albert said through gritted teeth, forcing your head to turn so you were looking at him again. A thrust of his hips, a wet squelch as cum slipped past the hilt of his cock, escaping the depths of your cunt.

He was on his way to his second orgasm, hips stuttering irregularly against your own. You did not see it though, only heard the wet sounds from where your bodies met and felt the irregularity of his thrusts.

“Lips sealed, sweetheart,” he muttered before he descended upon you once more, lips hungrily working against your own.

You gasped, allowing him easy access until his tongue was licking against yours. You kissed him back just as eagerly, hands finding a way to his chest to hold him – perhaps teasing his nipples a bit deliberately but he had definitely earned that.

The kiss ended abruptly. Your mind was foggy and no longer focused on the hideous mask you had seen. Instead, all you could focus on was his mesmerizing blue half-lidded eyes as he studied you in between thrusts. His right hand grabbed your wrist, pinning it above your head. His left rested on your waist, near your hipbone, pressing down possessively.

It felt good, so good.

"Mine," he grunted, eyes locked onto yours as he claimed you entirely. His relentless pace continued, pushing you both towards a precipice neither of you could resist.

"Yours," you managed to choke out, overcome by the intensity of the moment. The hard fucking was delicious, the battering of his cock against your cervix sent ripples of pleasure down your core until your walls pulsed around his shaft, milking him, begging him to come.

He hunched over you, his chest warm against your breasts as he rutted into you like a beast in heat. As the wave of ecstasy crashed over you, his grip held your hands above your head while your pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock. You gasped as he leaned in even further, folding you even more than you were, getting in so deep it hurt.

"Remember this," Albert panted, his gaze never leaving yours. The world around you seemed to blur and fade away, leaving only the two of you tangled together in a moment of raw, unbridled passion. “Only I can give you what you crave.”

And you believed him. He had ruined you, he once told you. And in this moment, you fully believed he had.

Albert groaned your name in your ear as he came, as the warmth of his cum filled you for a second time and a low groan exhibited his release. Wordlessly, Albert moved his hips against you, his cock moving inside you with less force now, thrusts light. You gasped, eyes searching for his. But he was studying the way your bodies connected. Another low groan as he carefully slipped from your core.

A deep sigh and a rustle of the couch as Albert got up off it to get some tissues. You watched through half-lidded eyes how he cleaned his cock, then got out some fresh tissues to dab between your legs. He halted there, looking up at you to make sure he had your attention, tissue still pressed against your weeping cunt.

“I got a bit rough with you, sweetheart,” he said, although you were not quite sure if it was an apology or just a statement.

You flashed him a small smile, lying on your back, sated. “Nothing I couldn’t handle,” you quipped.

Albert grinned and continued wiping your sore pussy clean. You noticed the copious amount of cum that came into the tissues, but decided not to comment on any of it. You’d get the morning-after pill, you decided quietly. He didn’t need to know or worry, and neither should you.

After you were both presentable again, you felt how Albert scooted on the couch with you. He held you close, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. His lips, tender and searching, found yours in a kiss that was both soft and intense. It felt as if he was trying to convey his deepest emotions through the delicate press of skin against skin.

"God," he murmured, his breath warm on your cheek. "I don't know how I got so lucky."

His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, banishing the chill that had begun to seep into your bones. You smiled, nestling closer to him as your fingers traced lazy patterns on the expanse of his chest.

"Me neither," you whispered, feeling a sense of belonging that you hadn't known was possible.

Moments later, Albert reluctantly untangled himself from you, his eyes lingering on your face as if trying to memorize every detail. With a soft kiss placed on your forehead, he rose from the couch and made his way to the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind him, you were left alone with your thoughts. The memory of Albert's rough touch lingered on your skin. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized just how much you'd enjoyed it. The raw, unbridled passion. You enjoyed it too.

And then, how you had allowed him to fully conquer you. It should raise questions. In a way, it did, because you should have stopped him from having this unprotected sex when he knew you weren’t on the pill. You wanted to, but… something about money. Plus, you were still in college and your parents were being a bitch about you dating anyone.

You couldn't help but wonder how you could introduce Albert to them. They would surely question your relationship with someone so much older than you. But you were certain they would come to see what a genuinely incredible man he was – if only they could look past the age difference. They had liked him at your brother’s party. Your dad had always spoken highly of Albert, knowing him of the Denver bowling team.

Carefully, you got off the couch, not completely surprised when a squelch announced some more cum escaping your core. Annoyed by the mess that dribbled down your legs, and the fact that Albert was keeping the bathroom occupied, you threw on your sweater and walked to the kitchen instead.

You rinsed your hands with water before taking another tissue to dab between your legs. Was sex always this messy, you wondered? The times you and Albert had been at it, he’d often pulled out and cum over your chest. You’d even swallowed his load a few times. But this… this was new.

Not to say you didn’t like it.

Lost in thought, you were startled by a sudden pounding noise coming from the direction of the basement door. Your heart skipped a beat as the eerie sound echoed through the otherwise silent house.

"Albert?" you called out, hoping that the noise was nothing more than a trick of your imagination. But the banging continued, insistent and undeniable.

“Samson?” you asked, hoping it was Albert’s dog. But Samson came padding around the corner and looked at you with blurry eyes, as if your call had just awoken him.

“Hmm, not Samson then,” you whispered, patting the dog on his head and telling him he was a good boy – even if Samson sniffed between your legs, pressing his wet nose a bit too close to your private parts before letting out a happy yip and scurrying back into the living room again.

Tentatively, you pulled the sweater lower so it covered most of your hips, making you feel a little less exposed as you as you approached the door. A sense of dread began to worm its way into your chest, tightening its grip with every step you took.

"Albert?" you called again, more urgently this time. There was no response, only the relentless pounding that seemed to grow louder with each passing second.

Finally, you reached the door, your hand hovering uncertainly above the doorknob. Inhaling a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever lay beyond. With your heart hammering in your chest, you grasped the cold metal and turned it.

~

Fin

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AN: Whoops, sorry not so sorry about that ending. Anyway, I wrote this in a hurry and slept 12 hours after my latest hospital visit yesterday, so pardon any inconsistencies or mistakes.

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[nosnexus]

"The Bad Kids Books" Masterlist

Note: some of the volume numbers don't correspond with the episode number because I'm wrong and it will be corrected by the end of the season :)

Episode 2: Summer Breakdown

Episode 3: First Day Blues

Episode 4: Under Pressure

Episode 5: Party Politicking

Episode 6: The Bad Milk Bash

Episode 7: Stress Tested

Episode 8: Fracas At The Frostyfaire Folk Festival

Episode 9: Miracle By Moonlight

Episode 10: Cursed Out

Episode 11: Merry Moonar Yulnear

Episode 12: Baron's Game

Episode 13: Infernal Conflict

Episode 14 - 15: The Last Stand

Episode 16: Untapped Rage

Episode 17: The Name

Episode 18: Rock The Boat

Episode 19: Ragenarok

Episode 20: Ragenarok part 2

[nextstopwonderland]

In which I archive Hangman + his gardening posts on Bluesky

Hangman thinks we’re gonna be pissed if he talks gardening, shows off his beautyberry bush

Hangman prioritizes safety over science and makes an implied Swerve reference in the process

Leaves IS plants, dumbass

Bonus: Hangman takes a break from gardening to feud with God

Puns

Just Google it like a fucking normal person

Plants = animals kinda

A most formidable foe

[simpee9000]

~M.List of all things Simpee~

♡ ~A shithole for all my work~ ♡

♡ K. Bakugo

~Not Just Friends~ (Finished)

A nsfw series about Bakugo working through the steps of a relationship

~Too Easily~ Part 2 (Finished)

"Dating" Bakugo based on this blurb

~Bakugo's Crush~ (fic coming soonish~)

Blurb about Bakugo have a crush on Shoto's 'sister'

~A small nsfw fic~

Bakugo having a newly retired pro hero as a fiance

Crushing Bakugo headcanons

Rejected in middle school blurb

(super) Small Blurb about his unbuttoned uniform

(super) Another Small Blurb about Bakugo's staring problem

♡ S. Todoroki

A small blurb nsfw

Shoto with shy reader

♡ T. Amajiki

~You Were a Dream~

A long fic from a small blurb about brother's best friend trope (Part 2) Finished

I hope to add more to this list soon! But for now that's it!

[fyxestroll]

The Unequal Marriage

pairing: sanguinius x reader (fem.)

description: marrying an angel sounded like something straight out of a fairytale but in your reality, it was exchanging one gilded cage for another.

warnings: implications/allusions to acts of self harm by reader, forced marriage (this isn't yandere), overall angst and reader not having a fun time

notes: prequel to this fic. wanted to write abt marrying sanguinius in a fluffy way but this came out instead. this fic was inspired by a painting of the same name by vasily pukire, belated sanguinala everyone!

As a child, you would find your mother staring at her window for hours, peering into the port and the seas beyond. You’ve read of her adventures, of her mapping out the ever-changing isles on this planet. She was a legend, a hero larger than life and at that time you did not understand why she ever stopped. 

And maybe to comfort or encourage—you’ve long forgotten the reason, you would spend your free time reading her her discoveries and experiences. Sometimes, you'd even do reenactments and make her smile sadly.

She neither spoke nor formed a tight bond with you and even as a child you always felt like she should’ve hated you.

But she didn’t. 

And you don’t know why.

And now she's gone.

And now you’re the one staring out that damned window andandandandandandand–

Inhale.

Exhale.

‘You’ve cried enough so don’t. Ground yourself.’

The dress you wear feels too tight and your head hangs heavy with the various accessories pinned on your hair. In an hour you are to be married. That was final.

You’ve cried, screamed, and begged your father to do anything but this but the old man remained steadfast in his decision. This is the best-case scenario, you know that and you, a single sacrificial lamb, traded for what the court deemed an alliance is a far better deal than war with those things.

Humans, they called themselves but you’ve seen them up close, you’ve seen their leader and you know they aren’t. Humans can’t grow as tall, can’t wear hulking masses of armor, can’t fight the way they do and they most definitely did not have wings.

On the rare occasions you’ve managed to interact with these Astartes, you’ve always found yourself unnerved. Their politeness did little to hide how unnerving their visage was like they were something else underneath their skin. That rang true, especially for their leader, the Angel.

He is the one you are to be married to. The thought fills you with dread.

Your hand brushes against the windowsill. From here you could see the ships and clamor of the people as they go about their lives. It looked like a normal day, not a princess’ wedding day. 

‘Can I do this?’ You ask yourself. Can you take the hand of this Angel? Can you find it in yourself to take oaths foreign to you?  Can you leave everything you know behind? 

‘No, I cannot.’

And wasn’t that the truth? 

Adjusting your skirts, you sit on the window sill, waiting and letting your mind wander. You could jump off now, and taste freedom briefly before escaping in death like a maiden in a fairytale. 

But you don’t. 

Resistance in the form of self-harm is useless with the Astartes guarding your door. They’d stop you in no time and you, yourself have grown tired of fighting. One last act of defiance would only make things worse.

Eventually, after an hour the door opens and Soledad—your maidservant, enters. She’s dressed in fine robes and accessories fit for joyous occasions such as a wedding but her eyes held no such mirth.

“It’s time.” She states like an executioner.

Wordlessly, you stand up, a heavy weight on the pit of your stomach. You feel like throwing up but you force yourself to move. Soledad makes her way to your side, standing three steps behind as she has done for years. She makes no move to adjust the bunched-up trail of your wedding dress—a final act of resistance, a show of discontent and solidarity to you.  The Astartes standing guard at your door follow, flanking you on either side.

It feels like you were marching to your death and in a way it was.

The palace gardens were beautiful, as always but you could not admire the greenery with the amount of people in it. 

Members of the court, military and of course the large hulking walls of armor that were the Astartes standing in rapt attention. Their intimidating helmets had been forgone, revealing surprisingly angelic—ancestors above you’re getting tired of that word, faces. At the far end, in front of an altar stood two people a woman in an unfamiliar military uniform and the Angel himself.

From your left, your father comes, takes your hand, and leads you down the aisle with a firm hold as if he feared you would run. You wished his fears could’ve come true.

“Be good.”  Your father whispers before leaving you to stand in front of the Angel. 

The officiant clears her throat, “We are gathered here today to witness the union between Lord Primarch Sanguinius and…” ‘So the Angel does have a name.’ “Heir apparent and Chancellor of Rights.” She turns to the crowd, “If any have reason to object speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The attendees stay silent. Good for them.

You bite the insides of your cheek, the unlikely possibility of someone objecting dying that very moment. It takes all of your willpower not to let out a cry or a scream and so you force yourself to look directly infront of your soon-to-be husband. Except, you don’t see his face let alone meet his eyes. You’d have to look up for that so you only see your reflection on the shined gold of his armor.

The sight of your face made you want to cry more.

“Bride,” the woman’s steely blue gaze bores into you, “Your vows.”

Vows? You were not made aware that marriages in the Imperium needed vows.

“I…do not have any.” Your statement sparks whispers among the crowd and for a moment you feared you’ve angered the delegation but neither the groom nor the officiant make a comment on it. The woman proceeds with the ceremony, “Then please join hands.”

Finally, you see the Angel’s face up close   and like the Astartes he leads he’s beautiful, ethereal. His wavy blonde hair frames a face that was equally chiseled and soft and highlights his unnatural ruby red eyes. A circlet of gold rests on his head and as it shined in the late afternoon sun it reminded you of a halo. It made him appear all the more inhuman.

“Under the light of the Emperor of Mankind, Sanguinius, do you take her to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

Your stomach sinks.

“Do you swear to accompany her, so long as you both shall live?”

Gently, he squeezes your hands and meets your gaze, “I do.” The kindness his eyes hold make you sick.

“And you,” The officiant looks to you, “do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do you swear to devote yourself to him so long as you both shall live?”

“I…” The slight change in wording doesn’t escape you. If anything it only assures that your  feeling of dread isn’t unreasonable. The hands holding yours are far larger and you’ve seen what they were capable of. If you tried to run it wouldn’t be a problem for him to yank you back and the kindness in his eyes gave no assurance he wouldn’t.

“I do.” You breathe out. It feels like admitting defeat.

“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you as Husband and Wife, lawfully wedded!”

There are claps, cheers and clanks of armor but you can tell its superficial on your people’s side. The Astartes are much harder to read, their faces neutral through the whole ordeal. Sang-the Angel lets go of your hands and you turn to face the crowd as newlyweds.

The sounds of celebration becomes muffled to your ears as if someone stuffed cotton in them. A quick glance at your future husband lets you see a look catch a look of concern etched on his brows. You ignore it, putting on a smile and forcing yourself into the image of a blushing bride as a lone tear escapes your eye.

‘What now?’ You can’t help but wonder.

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Having trouble reading the Nibling comic. Any way you could add links to each part?

I'm also posting on A03!

Here is the full first part:

The second part:

the third part:

the fourth part so far:

the next part so far:

You can also go to notes and hit the bell to follow posts!

Eventually all the parts are going to link together better on tumblr (i'm backtracking with links), I'm trying a shorter, punchier style because there be more action soon!

[babychosen]

save a horse (ride a cowboy)

8pm, Friday. Red dress. Booth near the end of the bar, by the dart board.

She forgot how demanding the text felt, but it had only encouraged her to want to show up even more.

[ennabear]

જ⁀➴ MEAN!ABBY ˎˊ˗

01. kitten rescue | 02. headcanons | 03. certified cat mom | 04. moodboard ft. the cats | 05. period comfort | 06. more headcanons | 07. texts | 08. when you’re overstimulated | 09. falling asleep on top of you | 10. when the cats are sick | 11. more texts

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ decided to make a separate collection for mean!abby since i’ve been writing her more often!!! THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE AND REQUESTS!!!! i actually love you guys so much it makes my cheeks hurt from smiling…. i’ll update this as i post more mean!abby!!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[silverskyeline]

.・✭ FANFIC MASTERLIST 13/10/24 ✭・.

ੈ♡˳ Wolverine

✩ worst wolverine ✦ 'messy' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) ✦ 'hunger' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. (3.9k words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ old man logan ✦ 'look at me' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return (2k words) ✦ 'forever in blue jeans' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // riding old man logans thigh while he wears jeans (500 words) ✦ 'my man' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on. (1.3k) ✦ 'the man in the mirror' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // comforting logan as he questions his identity (600 words) ✦ 'always' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ general logan / aus / other ✦ 'nsfw alphabet headcanons' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // the word 'logan' for the nsfw alphabet (800 words) ✦ 'branded' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // wearing logans dog tags as you ride him (300 words) ✦ 'joyride' - (nsfw) logan x f!reader // logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) ✦ 'heavy metal lover' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // imagine logan is in a metal band and he uses you before every gig in his dressing room (300 words) ✦ 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' (nsfw) - cowboy!logan x gn!reader // riding cowboy logan (370 words) ✦ 'bad idea, right?' (nsfw) - dofp!logan x f!reader // your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) ✦ 'number one fan' - rockstar!logan x popstar!wade // rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words)

[alastor-simp]

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚��𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜𝕤. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤!

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 #𝟙

✦Hazbin Hotel✦

✪ Demonic Savior - Demon Alastor x Fem Human Reader (TW! MDNI) → ♥️

✪ Hazbin Hotel Gang Reacting To Video Games →

━ Part 1 (Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust)

━ Part 2 Coming Soon

✪ Trick Or Treat - Alastor x Fem Reader Halloween Special ( Eventual Smut 18+) →

━ Beginning Chapter (🎃),

━ Trick Chapter and Treat Chapter (Coming Soon)

✪ Never Been Kissed - Alastor x Female Reader (Romantic Fluff) → 💋

✪ Cuddling By The Fireplace - Alastor x Female Reader (Flufftober) → 🧡

✪ I Won't Ever Be Scared Of You - Alastor x Female Reader (Fluff) → ♥️

━ Sequel to my "I See No Fear In Your Eyes" (💖)

✪ Mistletoe🌿😘 - Alastor x Female Reader (Fluffmas) → 🎅🏻

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