#very stoney thoughts

[baked--baker]

I love you The Amazing Devil's leitmotifs in lyrics and melodies

I love you The Amazing Devil's overlapping lyrics

I love you The Amazing Devil's harmonies and dissonances

I love you The Amazing Devil's complex storylines contained in a single song

I love you The Amazing Devil's very specific situations that are so deeply human even though they are masked as fantasy concepts

I love you The Amazing Devil

[muntitled]

Broken Telephones

Ex!Jake x Fem!Reader | Jay x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite Jay priding himself on being a good friend, he's done denying himself what belongs to him.

Warnings: Language, Obsession, Jealousy, toxicity, Ex Boyfriend's Best Friend to Lovers, Smut +18 (mdni), Squirting, Manhandling Ownership kink, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionist Kink, Dubious Consent, Angry Sex, Threats, Dom/Sub Themes, Hard Dom!Jay

Based on this request by @penny44224 . This gets really toxic, sorry, also I couldn't leave my baby Jake out of this, hope you like it <3

“What kind of party is this anyway?” You grumble from the passenger seat, your heart sinking behind the glittery confines of your tight collared shirt. Something so tight and so painfully provocative would never have come out of your own closet. You had Jake and his obscene budget to thank for that.

“The normal kind,” he says, “with drinking and sex and smoke-” before he's allowed to continue his blissful rambling, you interrupt Jake with a raise of your hand.

“Need I remind you that I have asthma?” With a firm hand on the steering wheel, Jake's eyes roll into the back of his head.

“I can't go.” You continue, “That's a health risk.”

“You haven't had an asthma attack since you were 6,” he deadpans, “Do not piss me off,”

It was difficult to do much of anything with a pounding heart and a stomach flooded with molten anxiety. What do people do at parties anyway? You've watched enough low budget teen Netflix dramas to know… nothing good.

"I don't think you understand the words leaving my mouth," The dwindling daylight leaves your bones rattling with anxiety. You were supposed to be watching the sun setting over the river skyline from your dorm room. Your notes on autocracy in a Constitutional Monarchy, pending across the page in front of you, ready for submission Monday morning.

Instead, you find yourself arrested in a leather seat, in a shameless chequered miniskirt. Your exposed thighs are sticky with evening humidity. This is not how your evening was supposed to go.

"I need to be studying-"

You're battling fiercely with a Mr Morale tune oozing through the Jeep's speakers while your best friend remains blissfully unaware, rapping along as if your concerns were null and void.

Kendrick's voice was strong but yours was stronger. "Since I am an unwilling participant, this is technically kidnapping. You are illegally kidnapping me this very second. You are aware of that, yes?"

"Nonsense,” Jake chuckles, “I can't kidnap my ex girlfriend-” before you're able to rebut he quickly adds, “And I am aware that you're going to wake up one day realising your stupid ass wasted your college years studying." Jake shoots back while the chorus sails on without him. This was serious business if he took the time to ignore Kendrick's second verse. "I'm aware that in all our time in school you've done nothing but school. I'm also aware that I'm saving you from a life of complete and utter regret.” His big brown eyes narrow in the dark, and you are corralled into a shameful silence.

“Just don't try to sleep with me tonight-” you grumble under your breath.

“I'm a changed man,” he says, “I've only thought about fucking you only once this whole evening!”

“Oh god…” you shake your head slowly as the jeep assumes a safer speed in a residential enclosure. “These are rich people's palm trees, why am I seeing rich people's palm trees?"

"Because I got invited to an event that classifies the attendance of rich-people-palm-trees." His stoney visage cracks into a lazy, triumphant smirk.

“Rugby team.” Is all he says.

Your hand flies to the door handle, for what purpose specifically, remains an utter mystery. The car is still in motion so you did not have the intention of flinging the door open and hurling your body onto the biting tar underneath.

"Stop being so goddamn anxious all the time-”

“Jake, I don't even like Rugby-”

“No but you like me… and I like rugby… ergo…,” the car slows to a nauseating stop in the middle of a packed driveway.

"Let me rephrase that- Jake your friends hate me-"

"If this is about Jay again..."

"He's never liked me!" You huff, "Even when we were dating it's like he had it out for me or something!" Your shoulders are tense and Jake can't help but send a worried glance over. He ventures to lay his one hand on your thigh but stops himself, placing it instead on shoulder to rub out the knots there.

"You're making excuses. Jay hates everyone," he says, “I need you to forget about school for one night.” Jake's pep talk only succeeds in filling the void of your stomach with even more dread. “You think about dead politicians way too much for a 20 year old girl."

And that's how you end up in the backyard of a frat house as the third accessory of Jake and some unnamed girl. He has his arms wrapped around both your necks as he enters the party, like some glorified university replica of Hefner.

You know in this light, you appeared to be one of his girls, but the thought of weathering this party without Jake on standby filled you with unmistakable dread.

It was as if the soles of your feet were melting into the grass with each step you took towards the bonfire, even more so when you saw him already seated at the edge of a log, watching you approach with a smile that eases into an unimpressed frown. Jay's cup is held in mid-air as he watches you plop down beside him.

A single gold chain is tucked away behind a loose button up and suddenly, you wish to burrow into the ground underneath this log, away from the vulnerability of his gaze. You felt naked.

“You're not drinking.” Jongseong observes, glancing away from you and Jake's hand sliding over your hip bone.

“What’s in it?” You ask, eyes drifting over Jay's solo cup.

“Sugar, spice and everything nice,” he whispers back.

Beside you, Jake entertains the rest of his friends, his fingers rubbing unconsciously into your sides.

You don't seem at all impressed.

“What do you want me to say?” He asks with a slight deadpan, “That I put my love and affection into it? You're at frat house. This is probably 90% alcohol-”

“-And 10% mysterious drugs to roofie unsuspecting girls.” You conclude before making an elaborate show of pushing further into Jake's side. Jay doesn't like that one bit.

“If I wanted you to sleep with me,” his lips tickle your ear and you shiver, “I wouldn't need to get you high out of your mind to do it.”

Something in his words sounded vaguely like a promise.

“You'll just fall in line,” Jay said, “Like all the others.”

Before Jay could get another mind numbing word out, you're quickly standing from your post from beside Jake. “Coming here was a mistake. I'm Heading Home,”

Jake's hand tugs at yours as if prompting you to sit back down.

"Not after the game… C'mon, it'll be fun," you let Jake's words anchor you to the floor.

"Actually, Jake," Even under the moonlight you can spot a deep frown setting across his face, "I think I should go home. I've already had way too much to drink,"

"You've had 1 cup, my dear-”

"And a half," you clarify before shaking your head. ‘and your frjend is making me really fucking uncomfortable,’ you choose to leave those unspoken words unspoken.

You play with the string along the seam of your skirt, humming along to the Drake tune oozing out of the unseen speakers.

“Aww, you really don't wanna join our game?” Jay coos, looking up at you with an incriminating smirk as he clutches his heart as if you hurt him deeply.

“I'll pass.”

“Course you will,” he snickers. “Princess can't bear to stay away from her book too long, can she?’ It's that tone, that fucking that has you lowering

“What…” you swallow thickly, “What game?” you find yourself asking with a dignified huff as you plant your butt on the log in Between Jake and Jay once more. Your bones are rattling with unprocessed rage as Jake whispers, “broken telephone,”

He snickers, “just try to be as quiet as possible,- never thought I'd be saying those words to you of all people-” you sit at Jake's arm as the game begins with the first message travelling from Jungwon to Jungwon’s date. Unbeknownst to you, Jay has been zeroed in on your conversation with Jake all evening-his blood simmering at the sound of you and Jake whispering sweet nothings to each other like people who were still very much lovers.

His jaw clenched as he plants his steepled elbow on his knees, his hands hanging lazily in front of him as he tries to focus on playing the game and not the giggles exchanged between you and your supposed ex boyfriend.

Sunoo finally passes the message into Jay's right ear, a very clear and resounding- ‘there is nothing satanic about pineapple on pizza’- Jungwon’s attempt at absolution from an argument they had weeks ago. But instead of carrying this specific message over into your ear, subsequently bringing the game to a victorious end, he stops midway, watching your laugh aimed at the blackened night sky while Jake looks up at you with that expression that was very much not supposed to be reserved for ex's.

Jay decides to throw the game.

“Your turn,” Jay's voice is dripping in monotony, as if he couldn't be bothered to even talk to you, let alone play this game with you.

Your mouth falls open when he slithers his hand to the back of your neck, leading your head to his slightly parted lips until said lips are tickling your ear lobe. Your heart is sinking into the confines of your stomach and for the briefest moment, you fear the world might have stopped spinning as Jongseong carries his next words in your ear. Game be damned.

“First floor. Third door on the left.” His hand is still planted on the back of your neck as he whispers those words at you and you're immediately struck with the severity in his tone.

You weren't an idiot.

In fact you'd like to consider yourself quite smart.

You knew that whatever Jay confessed - or rather implied - was definitely not the contents of Jungwon’s intended message. A broken telephone indeed.

Still, coiling in your stomach is a confusing web of wired tension that needs to be snapped. All night, your banter with Jongseong had been laced with something far more frustrating, something you needed to get out of your system.

“U-Um I need to go to the bathroom-” you don't know why you're following his orders. You don't know why you're walking steadily towards what you know very well was probably Jongseong's room in the frat house- a lamb to the proverbial slaughter. All you know is that your heart speeds up just a little quicker when you hear him excusing himself from the group right behind you with; “I'm going for a smoke.”

Your mind is hazy with not only fear, but insane unmistakable lust as you make your way up the stairs, surfing between bodies as you make it onto the first floor landing. You can feel Jongseong's oppressive presence behind you. You can feel how anxious he is to get you alone.

And when you enter his room, there is almost no time to regret following orders because he has you pinned against the closed door. The sound of the party is muffled outside but all you're concerned with is Jongseong's palm cradling your throat, his hooded eyes holding something so incredibly angry within.

“What the fuck do I have to do to make you forget him?” His voice cracks as he mumbles drunkenly. You'd never seen someone as put together as Jay, appear so wayward, so driven by inhibitions.

His palm slithers tighter around your neck, too late for your brain to process that you need his hands off.

“You've been taunting me the whole night.”

“Jongseong, I don't know what-”

Your words bleed into a yelp as he pulls you in by the neck to connect your lips in a steering and sloppy kiss.

Once he gets even a tiny taste, all inhibitions are thrown out the window. Jongseong's cock hardens in his pants and he's utterly delicious with lust.

“You're such a slut, you know that?” He mumbles drunkenly, words meshing together, “Might as well have walked in with his fucking collar around your throat like he owned you-”

“Jongseong-” a gasp cracks your throat when Jay forces his hand underneath your skirt, immediately cupping your sex until you are arching your back against the door.

“Oh- fuck- Jongseong-”

A snicker slips from his alcohol stained lips as Jongseong drags you from the door to his window, overlooking the backyard.

“You want him to see what a slut you are for me?” Your tits press against the glass as Jongseong looms behind you, sliding your panties to the side before dipping his fingers into your soaked folds.

“I didn't-”

What you wanted to say before the weight of chasing your own lust overpowered your senses, is that you didn't know just how deep Jongseong's infatuation ran. You didn't even know he likes you.

“All he needs to do is turn around and look up, and he'll see you fucking yourself on my hand-” Jay's other hand reaches over to pull down your top, putting your breasts on absolute display. You're moaning wantonly into the air as you push yourself back into Jay's hand fucking into you and you feel like crying real tears.

“You're fucking soaked. Is that for me or for him?”

“Jongseong I'm gonna-” you're squirting all over his hand, your ass pressed against his front before the rest of the words could even leave your lips. Jongseong is utterly mystified by the sight of you arching backwards against him, body writhing as you come undone right there by his window.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks again, he's utterly pained. “You're gonna do that again, but on my cock this time-”

“Jongseong-” you barely made it a whisper before he's flinging you onto his bed. The springs creek underneath your back as he pulls you by the hips to the edge, manhandling you as if you were nothing but property.

“I saw you first, you know that, right?” Jay mumbles to himself as he drags his pants down to pull his aching cock out. “I saw you first and Jake-” he spits on his hand, jerking his cock above you, “That fucker knew I wanted you first but he hit on you anyway-” Before he can continue in anger, a low groan leaves his throat. “Fuck baby, open your legs just like that-” they snap open on command, you're not sure you're able to deny him anything in this state. And what a state it is: braids hanging around you like a halo, your shirt, a mess with your tits hanging out, all while Jay swipes your panties away to make way for his cock already leaking precum. It's like he didn't have time at all to undress you. He needed to be inside you so fucking badly.

“I'm gonna cum inside, I hope you know-” Jay's eyes roll back into his head as he eases his cock in, one hand pressed on the bed at the side of your head as he hovers over you, “You're squeezing my cock, for fuck's sake-” he ruts into you, creating a burst of friction that has your stomach coiling again-”

“Jongseong- baby-”

“Fucking Christ, don't call me that or I'm gonna cum-” he's soon fucking into you with the urgency and frustration that has been building since you and Jake announced your relationship.

It inked his veins and seeped into his habits, whereby he'd crane his neck back in every econ class, just to get a look at you in 10 minute intervals. He loved you and you just refused to see it.

Having you underneath him now, tits bouncing while he fucked you on his bed- it was all proving too much for Jongseong and you moan at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you.

“I'm gonna cum- fuck you're such a slut-”

He squishes your cheeks together, in a vaguely condescending display of power and kisses your forehead before muttering, “Tell me you're a slut for me and not him.” You clench around his cock at the vaguely animalistic quality in Jay’s voice as he squeezes the base of your throat, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

“Jongseong-”

“Say ‘I'm Park Jongseong's slut-” say it babe and I'm gonna fucking cum,” you’re already slipping into your orgasm, the pressure in your cunt building into the unmistakable feeling of immense fullness.

You're gushing around his cock as you scream. “Your slut- Fuck! I'm Park Jongseong's slut-”

His nails dig into the skin around your neck and his eyes roll into the back of your neck.

“Oh my fucking god-” your squirt threatens to push his cock out but he fucks you through it, muttering, “My fucking girl,” over and over again to guide you both through the storm.

Once it's all over, you're panting with the weight of your actions hanging heavy between you. He's about to speak but you stop him first. “I didn't know.” You whispered. “If I'd known I would've never been with him. You have to believe that.”

Jongseong collapses beside you, pulling against his chest as his hands pat down your hair, “I believe you.” He says with finality.

[kishibei]

GUYS MY AGE ...

dilf! toji x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.6k words

summary: toji loves everything about his younger girlfriend, all except the overly friendly relationship she has with his son. to curb his unspoken fear of losing you, you fuck him.

cont: jealousy, possessive language, affectionate toji, missionary, mating press, no resolution, creampie per usual

Toji loved your body; he could never fight that little nagging thought sitting in the back of his mind— the one telling him to touch you.

Your boyfriend's hands were strong, holding a roughness that was tender in its own right— the honest pads of his fingers hardened from years of dirty work.

His fingerprints were practically committed to your memory, each one just a little different from the next. Uneven swirls and ridges winded into each other; tips tacked with scars and deeper indentations from his gunslinging days.

You could feel them all when he walked his hands down your body; even more so when he had you spread open across his thighs, teasing you with just a couple of fingers.

...

Toji appreciated the softer parts of you and paid more attention to them. Your chest, your ass, and the slight pinch of your cheeks constantly reminded him of your youth compared to his— a youth that appeared long gone when you'd met his gaze now; thin black eyes adorned with crow's feet.

His eyes held a vision that was faraway, a distant kind of look he'd always given when he was upset about something. That stoney face he wore never failed to betray his emotions, bearing them on his sleeves despite his best efforts at swallowing them down. There was only one thing that could've been bothering Toji; the same thing that had been eating him up for weeks— his irrational fear of losing you.

Toji really had nothing to worry about when it came to keeping you to himself. You were a one man kind of girl, ignoring the advances of any others who set their sights on you. He often scorned your younger peers, making fun of them without second thought, especially taking joy in tormenting the very man who introduced you to himself: his own son.

...

His first and only, Megumi was beyond fit. Clever, agile, and full of much more life than he was; Megumi was the spitting image of Toji in his younger years. Their striking resemblance was never quite something he saw as a bad thing, at least not until he began to date you.

It was the spoils of his own labor he envied— so much younger and almost perfect for you.

With the kind of drive that came with youth, Megumi easily had a long list of goals he fought fiercely to achieve; ones that he was never really shy to let you know of. He was shameless in this right, not even trying to hide his willingness to impress you in front of his father.

Toji would have been an idiot to not notice his son's infatuation with you. Only a fool would've choosen to ignore the longing glances, the lingering hugs, how the younger man always managed to look away whenever his father kissed you.

At times your boyfriend wondered if you’d prefer someone who wasn't this much your senior, mumbling his insecurities into your chest when he thought you’d already fallen asleep at night.

You had loved him just as much as he did you; your heart swelling with an appreciation for all things Toji. So here in his lap, you humor him; giving him a small reminder of just who you belonged to.

The man had softened up over the years but his strength still remained, thick corded muscle staying firm beneath the thinning skin he had cursed so much.

You hardly blinked; watching intently as he fingered the hem of the shirt he was wearing, peeling it off slowly to expose his muscular chest. His pecs were adorned with light blue branches of veins that shone through his patinaed skin.

Despite how perfect, almost god-like he appeared in this moment, the sight reminded you of his humanity.

You're not sure of what exactly he did before he settled down with you, how many people he’d really killed, or the curses that followed him in his lifetime; but it was a reminder that blood still ran thick in those veins of his, and that they sustained the heart that bled only for you.

“I love you…” he whispered, the sudden confession making you laugh. A giggle bubbled up in your throat before bursting forth into the air, a sound reminiscent of wind chimes escaping your lips. It was an infectious thing, lifting the corners of Toji’s lips to form a gentle arc that stretched from cheek to cheek.

He's impatient when he tugs your jeans off, not even bothering to remove his as he opens his fly just enough to pull his heavy cock out. You know he’s hard despite the fact it barely stands erect, his leaky head bowing under the weight of the rest of him.

You can't help but lick your lips as you stare down at it, eyes already lidded with hazy vision as he grips onto the base, slipping into you without much of a fight.

A shaky breath leaves Toji's lips as he settles in, hissing at how your hole flutters, already clamping down on him.

"Shit..” he sibilates, “so fuckin’ wet for me…”

The words seem to go straight to your pussy as you clench around him, whining a bit from the praise and the mind-numbing feeling of him sinking into you.

He’s so big, he knows he is. Toji’s fully aware of how he fills you to the brim, how deep he reaches, practically prodding at your cervix as he lowers you down on him. He’s teeming with confidence now, pressing down on your tummy to show you just where he’s sure the tip of his length reaches.

“Mm, you feel that, baby?”

You blink slowly, trying to clear your head enough to find the words to respond. Pushing past little whimpers, you stumble over all the syllables you need. Deciding it's best to give up on speaking, you nod profusely, craning your neck to rest your head on his shoulder. Upon revealing your stupefied expression to him, he laughs like he always does; a low rumble that just drips in arrogance as it falls from his lips.

“That’s all me…” he purrs, deft fingers slowly caressing the rest of your body, stopping to squeeze at your soft chest.

His unyielding touch moves down to your legs; strong hands finding purchase on the back of your thighs as he practically folds you in half, pressing your thighs to your chest like nothing.

It's so much, and you can feel him even deeper now, every inch of him plunging into you at a disconcerting pace. You squeal as he pounds into you sloppily, pressing messy kisses to your cheeks, the tops of your ears, down the expanse of your neck, and just about every bit of skin he can get his lips on from this angle.

He loves you, this you know. And even if he hadn't said it earlier, the way he’s fucking you says it all.

“Ooohh, shit Toji!” you sputter, eagerly bouncing on the man’s lap as you try to match his thrusts. Your body shakes with the force of each pump, moaning wantonly as he slowly drags his cock out of you, ramming it back in your dripping hole again and again.

You seem to be growing dumber by the second, incoherent babbles and whines leaving your lips as he fucks the shit out of you. If you could focus on one thing, you would; but your eyes shift everywhere, rolling into the back of your head before meeting with the place where your bodies connected, watching in a trance as Toji’s thick cock disappears into your sopping wet cunt.

Toji grunts, his hips bucking wildly as he clings to you tightly, your back against his broad chest as he uses the force of his pounding to bounce you on even harder than before. He grits through his teeth, eyes shutting hard before they open again, his lips at your ears as a string of expletives leave them.

“Fuckin’ hell, ease up, you’re squeezin’ me…” he strained, jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like it might just break.

Toji looked like he was reeling, so close to the edge but still holding on, trying to push you over yours before letting himself go.

“Fuck…whose pussy is this?" he panted, chewing on his bottom lip as he tried keeping his pace, his hips stuttering as he got closer to finishing now.

You couldn’t answer, mouth preoccupied with moan after the next as you tried anyways, babbling at him like an idiot.

“Mmngh! Y-yours! Yours, right?!"

It was difficult to even answer him straight, just saying anything, you jumbled up the first few words that floated into your hazy mind.

Toji laughed, taking in a shaky breath as he kept going, pulling your legs back even further as he slammed into you with a force that was overwhelming.

"Mine… all fuckin’ mine, you hear?!"

His pace was grueling and you were surely at your limit, crystalline tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he fucked you. Your skin felt like it was on fire, a deep familiar knot in the pit of your stomach just threatening to break.

“I hear! Hear you, Toji!" you yelped, mouth hung open in a perpetual 'O' as you teetered over the edge, right at the cusp of your orgasm.

“I can't! Can’t take any more, please!"

Toji amused you with a crooked grin, using his rough fingers to circle your puffy clit, the extra stimulation giving you just what you needed. You came with a cry, electricity coursing through your veins as you moaned wantonly, gushing around him with a shudder.

The force of your orgasm sent Toji straight into his own, groaning loudly as he emptied himself inside you, filling you to the brim with thick spurts of cum.

He huffed, chest heaving as he kissed you messily, slotting his tongue into your mouth just before he pulled away to speak.

“You’re so good… but just for me, yea?"

He pressed his lips against yours again and the corners of your mouth turned up in a satisfied smile, loving when he got like this. Toji grew soft, cuddling up to you as he slipped out of your cunt, a runny mix of both his and your fluids dripping onto his lap.

“Only for me…”

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[paulyenvol6]

Take it

Daemon Targaryen x reader (OS)

You are Daemon Targaryen's wife and one night he comes back to your chambers after long and exhausting discussions with the small council. He is angry and hot-tempered and only one thing can calm him now and you both know it.

Contains: detailed smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, kissing, touching, orgasm denial, slapping, choking, gagging, dirty talk, VERY degrading, objectification, mean/dom!Daemon, sub!reader, slight aftercare (Daemon being sweet in the end)

Wordcount: ~2.44k

Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen wasn't a patient man. And after 4 years of marriage you knew that.

He wasn't a very even-tempered person either. When there was something bothering him you knew. You could see it in the way his jaw tensed or how he observed his surroundings with small eyes or how they glistened at you.

And when Daemon entered your chambers tonight, you knew he was upset. At this moment it was mainly his heavy breathing that gave it away. On nights like this you knew exactly how to help him best.

He needed you. He didn't need you to talk to him or comfort him, no, he needed you to be his good little pet to throw around the way he wanted it. At first you had thought that this wasn't a very healthy way to deal with his issues but by now you knew it was almost the only way to calm him.

A lot of the times when your husband came to your chambers with this sort of temper you knew that there was a good chance it had to do with Otto Hightower, the king or perhaps even both. You never asked though because from the moment Daemon entered your rooms your priority was to please him and make him relax and not analyse his problems. You did what you knew helped him best in a situation like this even if it meant to give him complete and utter control over your body. Because that was what he needed. Daemon needed to have something that he could control, something that made him feel powerful. You were definitely the most fit for this job because you were willing to let him ravish you in every possible way.

So that night he only glanced at you for a brief moment and then loosened the belt around his waist. Carelessly he threw it on the table which hinted at his anger as well so you expectantly waited for him to command you to take a position to his liking.

"On your knees.", was all he said and you immediately dropped to your knees.

You felt the familiar stoney ground underneath you. Daemon liked to claim your mouth while you knelt on the floor though of course the bed would be more comfortable for you. He liked the way you looked there, small and vulnerable and you truthfully preferred it as well. Not only because you enjoyed pain while being with your husband, but also because he always degraded you when you were on the ground and so you knew you were in for a treat.

You watched him with anticipation and he actually did you the favor of not making you wait long. He approached you and unlaced his briefs with his swift hands and didn't waste any time once his cock was freed. He just shoved it into your mouth not caring about whether you could take it all or it was too fast for you. He exhaled and threw his head back and you truly felt like nothing but a sex toy for him. He used you like you were a present he got to unwrap and claim after a long and hard day. You were merely there for his satisfaction and though you were ashamed of it, the thought made you press your thighs together.

His cock filled your mouth and you would lie if you said that you didn't struggle. You couldn't properly breathe, your gagging reflex was triggered and you felt the need to cough. But Daemon didn't grant you any comfortability and neither did you complain. You knew well that this image of you, clinging helplessly to his thighs while desperately trying to take all of him only fueled his desire for you further. He liked to see how he was too much for you, how he could use you the way he wanted and how you fought to take it all. You were at his mercy and you were the one thing he had unconditional power over. This was what he desired after the tiresome discussions with Otto Hightower all day.

"Fucking hells.", Daemon now growled and grabbed a fistful of your hair. "Stupid little slut."

Yes, that was what you were now. No 'Sweet love' or 'Little one', no, you weren't really his wife right now, you were a toy. A plaything. He moved his hips to thrust into your mouth and slowly you started to adjust your breathing and managed to relax your mouth while air entered your lungs through your nose. Sometimes that turned out to be a difficulty as well because your nose was pressed to his pubic hair but your purpose right now was to make Daemon feel good. So you didn't lodge a complaint.

His grip on your hair was tight and demanding. He held his head to his liking which mostly meant that he held you in place while his cock ravished your mouth. Sometimes his thrusts were slow and deep, other times he went quick. The sound of wetness and slickness filled the room, along with your little moans and gulps and Daemon's rapid panting. His hips snapped against you and you knew by now your face was probably covered with saliva and tears. It was messy and hot and you loved everything about it.

But just when you prepared yourself for his seed you were certain to shoot down your throat soon, he suddenly stopped and yanked your hair upwards. Your scalp stung and quickly you stood up. Daemon examined your face and a crooked smirk appeared on his lips. He grabbed your chin tightly and drew you closer to him.

Then he held your chin with his left hand while two of his fingers of his right hand opened your mouth. You let him shove them deep inside until you gagged and your husband chuckled.

"Did you like that, mhm? Did you like how I destroyed that little mouth of yours? I bet you did. You like it too much seeing me angry, don't you?"

You shook your head with big eyes, unable to answer and Daemon's eyes darkened.

"Can't bring yourself to answer me. What a pity. You will soon though."

With these words he pulled his fingers out of your mouth which made you gasp for air but he didn't grant you a second to collect yourself.

"Hands and knees.", he ordered and you hasted towards the bed. You did as he had told you and adjusted your arse high up in the air while waiting for him with throbbing knees. Soon you heard him approach you and felt a hand surprisingly softly parting your legs. Usually Daemon would now prepare you for his cock, fingering and rubbing your pearl or licking it until you were dripping with your arousal but not tonight. He simply didn't care about you and your wishes, Daemon would just take what he wanted.

So he stood behind you while holding on to your hips with his left hand and his right wrapped around his cock. He guided the tip to your hole and thrusted into you with one movement. The sting brought tears to your eyes but it was in the best way possible. Your cunt definitely hadn't been dry but you weren't soaked either so it was a little uncomfortable at first. Daemon didn't give you a moment to adjust and immediately fucked you mercilessly.

"Oh seven hells. This tight cunt is a fucking dream. Fuck…. I will take this little hole now how I want and you'll take it. You'll take it without a complaint. I don't fucking care how much you'll cry or beg for me."

You whimpered at his words and your knees threatened to give in. Soon he had found a rhythm and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed from the walls. Each thrust made you gasp because he hit so deep and intense and you squirmed now and then which made Daemon growl in dissatisfaction. He slapped your arse twice which made you whine and his grip on your hips tightened.

"Stay still or I'll paint your arse red.", he hissed and you believed every word. It would've been tempting actually to have him do it but not tonight. Not tonight when he actually disapproved of your behaviour.

So you tried your best to stay still but after a while it wasn't enough for Daemon. He wanted to control you, have you at his mercy. And so he pressed himself closer against your core until you fell over on your stomach and he hovered over you. Now each thrust pressed you into the bed and his hand that had gripped your hair shoved your face into the pillow so your cries were muffled.

"Seven hells.", he grunted. "Fuck. Yeah, that's what you are. My little whore to do with as I like. Always available and always all her holes spread open for me. I only have to say the fucking word."

He was so rough with you that you didn't even want to imagine what it would be like to walk in the morrow. It didn't matter to you. Nothing mattered besides Daemon. He bruised your cunt with every thrust, his hand came down to slap your butt every few seconds and his hand pulled at your hair whenever he felt the wish to. You cried out at a particular sharp thrust and even through the pillow Daemon was able to hear it and he yanked your head to the side so he could see your face. Tears ran down your face and your mouth formed an 'O'.

"Aww, it's too much for you?", he asked and your lower lip trembled but you shook your head. "I think it's what this filthy little cunt deserves. She likes it rough, doesn't she?"

You nodded and moaned. "Yes. Please, Daemon."

He chuckled in response and smacked your arse. "It doesn't matter what she likes. You're my toy, did you forget that? You're here to make me happy. To satisfy me whenever and however I want to."

He caressed the hair out of your face so the side of your face was exposed to him, a gesture that seemed almost suspiciously gentle right now.

"Cry if you feel the wish to. Let me see those pretty tears."

Your wet eyes glared at him and you sniffed when he ran his thumb over the little droplets.

"Beautiful. Such beautiful tears for such a dirty whore. Do you think this will make me stop? Do you think this will make me feel for you? I will stop when I'm finished."

Of course you didn't want him to stop. You never wanted him to stop no matter how rough or overwhelming he was. His pounding in your cunt continued and you savoured each moment.

His hand now wandered to wrap around your throat and he put some force on it, just enough to choke you and hear these sweet noises leaving your mouth. He smirked contently and also used your neck as leverage in order to fuck you deeper and faster. You felt so incredibly small and powerless while he used your body to his liking as if you indeed were nothing but a doll for him to destroy. Your breathing went faster and unsteadier and you felt Daemon's movements getting sloppy which indicated that he was close.

"Gods be good. Ohh I'm gonna fill this tight cunt of yours with my seed. Fuck… such a good plaything. You fucking exist to serve me, little whore. I own that body of yours."

Your cunt clenched around him which earned you another growl against your ear and you rubbed your core against the sheets with the little space that he granted you. It was an attempt to stimulate your pearl, which you definitely needed to be able to reach your high but Daemon, who sensed your movement and understood your intentions slapped your arse.

"No. You will come if I allow you to and I'm not sure I do today."

So you stopped though your aching nub was yearning for any friction. But he was in charge and he enjoyed this power so much that he liked to make you feel it even if he was cruel while doing it.

And so he fucked your cunt until Daemon released and collapsed on top of you. You heard him pant heavily against the crouch of your neck and he let out little groans every now and then.

"Fuck. Oh shit.", he made and pressed his face against your skin. You hadn't come which of course wasn't amazing but you hadn't expected it either. Also, you were feeling way too small and needy to care so you just laid while your husband tried to regain his breath. His weight pressed you into the bed and then after a while Daemon slightly lifted himself off you and gently turned you around on your back.

Your eyes were half-closed, your mouth parted and your face was covered with sweat, tears, saliva and prints from the creases in the bedsheets underneath you. Daemon smirked lightly and caressed your skin which made your eyes flutter.

"Daemon.", you whimpered and twitched because the contact of your sore arse with the bed hurt you.

"Shhhh, it's alright, little one."

It was as though he had switched his personality. Seconds ago he had degraded the shit out of you and now he couldn't be more caring and sensitive. Your hands reached out to grab his shirt and he let you. He knew that it would give you comfort. Daemon leaned down to kiss your lips and then left kisses on your nose and cheeks as well.

"I need to get you cleaned, little love.", he purred but panick creeped up on you.

"Please. Please no, I want to be with you. Here.", you begged him with teary eyes and Daemon sensed how deep he had driven you into feeling little. You were always a little needy and sensitive after he had bedded you but when he was rough while doing it, you needed him to be extra loving and caring.

"But my little girl, I'll be with you."

But you pouted at him and he saw your lower lip tremble. "Please no. I'm tired, I want to lay here with you.", you whispered and Daemon's heart softened.

"Fine. I'll stay here with you. We'll clean you up later."

And so you contendly closed your eyes and it took only seconds until your aching body relaxed and you fell asleep in Daemon's arms.

[dark-konohagakure2]

hii, can i request noncon madara capturing tobiramas virgin daughter during a battle and then using her as his personal slave? sorry if this isnt a request you're comfy writing !

tw: noncon, age difference, size difference, kidnapping, enslavement, abuse, breeding, rough sex, degradation, sadism

All characters depicted are 18+

There are very few people that Madara can claim to loathe with his entire being, but if he had to pick one person, it would be Tobirama Senju. Not only had the man constantly discriminate against his clan, but he was also responsible for Izuna's death. Now Madara wants vengeance, and he already has the perfect plan to make Tobirama feel the same pain as him.

During the Uchiha's next battle against the Senju, his main target is not Tobirama, but his daughter, and capturing such a weak girl is almost laughably easy. Madara thinks it's only fair, Tobirama stole someone he loved, and now Madara will steal somebody he loves.

Despite his stoney face, internally Madara feels as giddy as a child on Christmas morning, he now has his hands on not only Tobirama's daughter but Hashirama's niece as well, and he has complete and total power over her, and he plans on using that to his full advantage.

Once he has her in his grasp, Madara will do everything in his power to strip her of all her human dignity, stripping her of her clothes, slapping her around, and treating her like less than dirt, tearing her apart with his harsh words and razor sharp tongue as he makes use of her.

"Shut your mouth you Senju whore. This is what you deserve for having such tainted blood running through your veins, so be quite before I rip your tongue out."

Madara is very rough with his newly acquired slave, holding her down roughly with his bigger body, using his full weight to force her thighs against her chest as he ruthlessly claims her virginity, almost animalistic with the intensity he employs as he breeds her.

He is a much bigger and stronger man than most, so Madara can easily hold her down or lift her up as he takes advantage of her. He'll twist and bend her body in uncomfortable positions to increase her pain and his own pleasure. Madara doesn't care about her comfort, he believes that she deserves every bit of suffering she gets for daring to be a Senju.

Madara doesn't just use her for sex, but for labor as well, making her do demeaning tasks such as cleaning the blood off his weapons and armor whenever he returns from another one of his "dances", he'll even gloat to her during this, telling her with relish about how the very blood she's cleaning off of him is the blood of her fellow clansmen.

Whenever Madara is done with her, he leaves her broken and bruised everytime, his seed leaking out of her holes and her body trembling in equal parts fear and pain. Madara enjoys her pain, knowing that he's not only hurting the girl herself, but her father as well by proxy.

"Does it hurt? Good. That's just a fraction of the suffering your damned father caused me when he killed my brother. Get used to it, bitch. This is your life now..."

Madara sees this as a twisted form of justice in a way. Tobirama took a family member from him, so Madara will simply make himself a new one, and he'll use that Senju bastard's own flesh and blood to do so, the thought of having a half Senju child both disgusting and exciting Madara.

[starsinmylatte]

This man is giving me terminal brain rot, istg.

There are so many blurbs and fics about Veritas being rude to an "inferior" significant other, but please think about him with a significant other who is just as smart in an opposite way.

Aka, I want to lovingly bicker with him about our respective areas of medicine and science SO BADLY

Veritas Ratio x GN reader married science bickering and fluff

"Veri, dearest...... Can you explain that theorem one more time? I'm still slightly confused," you sigh, tracing your fingers along the side of the spiral notebook you'd been using to take notes.

As always, your notebook is filled with page after page of scrawled formulas, stray doodles, and hastily added mnemonics. To almost anyone else, they'd be illegible, but to you, they were perfect.

Ratio sighed, resting his chin atop his hand in mild exasperation as he leaned over your shoulder and checked your work. "We should come back to this later if you don't understand it by now. As you well know, beating the information into your brain does not lead to true mastery of the subject."

Your husband certainly had a fearsome reputation as a pedagogue, with some of his students even going so far as to add his name to the word's adjective list in the Intelligentsia Guild Databank, but you knew better. Veritas Ratio could certainly be vitriolic at times, but his actions were always used to benefit as many people as possible. At first, his heart seemed cold and stoney, but there was actually gold hidden underneath the rough surface.

"I didn't say that to you the last time the tables were turned," You pointed out with a softly admonishing smile. "I seem to remember spending all night in the library to help a certain someone finally understand oxidation-reduction reactions."

Veritas scoffed derisively. "You're right, but I do feel the need to point out that you had fallen asleep at the table and were drooling onto my textbook when it finally clicked."

"So..... you're going to deny that my many patient explanations helped?" You looked at him with vague amusement, remembering the way he'd launched a piece of chalk across the room after incorrectly identifying the electrophile in one of the practice problems.

"No, no. Just food for thought." His face softened, and a small, indulgent smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Although, I am afraid that I'll have to insist we at least get something to eat after this attempt. You, of all people, should know that your neurons need proper fuel to work at optimum levels."

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you're so deeply in love with rollo flamme.

COMMENTS: this is my entry for my event the chimes of comfort!!

It’s hard not to admire Rollo when he works hard, his brow pinched and a scowl on his face. It takes everything in your power not to tuck those loose hairs behind his ear and trace the prominent cheekbones that make his pale face seem so hollow. He makes a soft tch noise, lips pursing in frustration, and you swoon.

You’re staring like a sap, you know that, but it’s hard not to when everything about him is absolutely enrapturing. His hooded eyes scan the mathematical equations faster than you can blink, his mind computing just how many ingredients he needs for each potion at unimaginable speeds. Your eyes drift down to the hand that grips his pen, the bones of his hand pressed against his skin as he writes, and you rest your cheek on my palm as you observe him.

It’s just so easy to love him. Serious, prickly, dedicated Rollo. It’s so easy to stay by his side, to know that he’s what you want. It’s so easy to imagine a future with him by your side, the only person who doesn’t see your lack of magic as a weakness, but a strength. Your heart flutters softly in your chest as you stare, taking him in like a work of art, a masterpiece.

You love him. You’ve loved him since you met two years ago and you'll love him forever, you just know it. Oh, what you would give to add a ring to those pretty hands of his, and him to call you his husband, for you to be Mx. Flamme, tied to him forever and always.

“Mon chou chou.” he murmurs, sounding almost mocking but you know otherwise, his eyes trained on your face, “Is everything alright?”

You can’t stop the dopey smile that blooms across your face, or the way your hands squeeze each other to stop themselves from reaching out to him. Mon chou chou, what a beautiful sound!

“It’s more than alright.” you laugh, as soft as the little bells he rings for you when you ask, the two of you indulging in gentle chimes right before bed.

It’s more than alright because I have you. And you’re beautiful.

“Focus.” he reminds you softly, a single elegant finger pressing against your review packet for potiontology, “I won’t permit you to slack off.”

“Right, right, it’s our final year.” you sigh, looking down at the half finished packet.

Your final year at Noble Bell. Graduation was a heartbeat away, your diploma almost within your grasp. Where were you going now? Would you go search the workforce for jobs, or continue schooling? You knew Rollo’s plans—ever the planner, that man—but had put very hesitant thoughts into your own. You didn’t want to mess up, or to become a burden on your family and him. The thought alone was almost too much to bear. You purse your lips, eyes drifting over to his face, searching his visage for answers.

There was that scowl again. Such a sweet sight from such a sweet man. Any focus you might have had melts like butter, and your smile returns, soft and full of love, completely distracted. You hear him scoff and mutter something under his breath (which sounds very much like oh for heaven’s sake) before he scoots his chair closer to yours. It’s like an electric jolt shoots straight up your spine when his knee knocks unceremoniously against yours, his hand resting on your thigh to keep you both steady.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” he demands, leaning closer to you.

“I just...love you.” you say softly, a bit embarrassed at how intense your thoughts are and how little those four words cover it.

“I love you too.” he says it back and his voice is as stoney and soft as ever.

 He’s new to being vulnerable, to letting his walls down, to being him.

“I love you so much.” your cheat heaves with your overwhelming emotions, your lips and mouth moving before you can think to stop them, “I love how sweet you are, I love your hands and your cheekbones too and I love how you pout when you’re having trouble with a problem, I love how you sound when you call me mon chou chou, it makes my heart race.”

Rollo blinks, staring at you with his usual standoffish expression. Even when he’s so close, he feels so distant. You take a deep breath and continue to talk, choosing your words more carefully and speaking slower.

“I want to stay with you as long as I can. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I will want. I want to spend forever with you, when we graduate I just want to be with you. I’m not certain of anything in my future except for that. I just want to be with you. I want to live with you, to come back home to you or have you come back home to me it doesn’t matter, I want to make dinner with you and make breakfast for you, I want to wake up to your face everyday and I...I...”

You bite your wobbling lower lip—why are you starting to cry—and gaze upon your love with what you believe is the most yearning you have ever displayed.

“I just love you.” you repeat, because everything in your future is so uncertain, because you never know what could happen tomorrow, because magic could very well take you away just like it took his brother away, because he has nightmares about such things every night, because you want to grow old with him and die by his side, because you want your hearts and souls and everythings to be one.

“I...I don’t pout.” he huffs, turning away from you with red cheeks and shaking hands.

Ah. Of course he would be hung up on that.

“You’re pouting right now.” you giggle, “It’s cute.”

Rollo is silent for a few beats before he turns back to look at you, brow furrowed in that cutely serious way you know and love.

Vulnerability. He may not know he displays it so openly with you (and maybe he doesn’t, maybe you can just read him well enough), but you’re glad he does.

“You want to...marry me?” he clears his throat, placing his ringed hand over yours.

The symbolism of such an act is not lost on you.

He’s checking if he heard you right. If he read your intentions right.

“After graduation...I’d like us to think about it.” you reply, flipping your hand to intertwine your fingers.

Mx. Flamme sounds lovely. It sounds right. You know the name will sound sweet on your tongue when you tell people it’s your name, when you’re called over by a coworker, when your friends tease you with formalities. It’s the type of name that will give you happiness for as long as you live, the type of name that only the man in front of you can give you.

And that’s because it’s so irrevocably his.

“Your wish is my command.”

He raises your hand to his lips and kisses it—his lips brush over the knuckle of his ring finger and you shiver,  It’s a promise.

No, more than that, it’s a vow.

“My sweet lamb.” he whispers, the words slipping under your skin and into your veins, passing right through your beating heart and rattling you from the inside out.

His lamb. His pure, unblemished lamb.

Your heart sings like a choir at the new name.

[stormhearty]

Pairings: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Triggers: pregnancy trope, longing, mention of death, thoughts of suicide, blood, baby’s death, open-ended ending

Summary: Hiraeth definition: “homesickness, longing, nostalgia and a wistful desire for something irretrievably lost.” It had been several years since your passing, one that he cursed the Mother and the Gods for. Now he wanders the world, endless and lost, waiting for the day you would whisper in his ears to come home — home to you.

Note: From this request! Thank you @soulsansang (I cannot tag you for the life of me), for sending this request! I fought every urge to connect this to my Seer!Reader fics. The idea of hiraeth fit perfectly with a mourning Azriel; however, I needed something else. Needed an Azriel who was mourning not because of his actions, but due to unforeseen circumstances that fate seemed to have placed him in. I’m sorry for the “pregnancy trope”, I didn’t think I would be writing this one like this. If you do not like that trope, I completely understand and I respect you not reading this. But I do hope you enjoy, and I hope it fills the angst and sadness that you had requested!

“Azriel~!”

He looked over his shoulder, his name echoing in his ears, as he stepped out of his apartment and into the pouring rain. Dull hazel eyes stared at the gray skies as the rain poured down, relentless and unforgiving.

It had been days since this rain had started, and it seemed as if it would never stop. It was torrent, heavy with the mix of strong that howled through the empty alleyways. Valeris was almost like an abandoned city — its inhabitants were locked indoors due to the storm that shook its walls.

Azriel’s form shuddered, the wetness seeping into his clothes. He barely wore something that would keep him warm in such icy weather — a simple black jacket, a long-sleeved tee hidden underneath, and black jeans. His leather shoes were soaked in the rain as he stepped into another puddle, not caring that the wetness soaked into his feet.

He walked through the deserted city, only a few who braved the torrential storm were running through the streets. Those out looked at the Spymaster with confusion and worry, but none voiced them out loud — he wouldn’t have listened anyway.

He had one destination — and he would make it there — despite the storm.

Stepping across the Sindra River, the cobblestone bridge was overrun by the river below. Waters crashed upon slowly decaying rocks, splashing over the sides and onto the bridge. Traversing it might seem impossible for any normal Fae, but for Azriel, it was easy.

He stepped onto the bridge, not minding how the cold waters of the river splashed onto him. He paused, at the arch of the bridge, leaning over the stoney rail to look at those rapid waters that raced down the riverbend. They crashed and crescented over rocks, splashing against everything and anything that stood in its way — and the downpour only amplified the river’s maelstrom.

Azriel looked into the waters below him, barely making out his reflection in them. He blinked out the water that tricked into his eyes, and when he looked back down into his reflection — instead he found a familiar figure — hair blowing in the raging wind, eyes looking up at him, hand reached out as if to tempt him into those frigid cold waters below him.

It was tempting, to say the least, the call to be submerged into the depths of the river, to feel the icy liquid deep into his skin — and make the river his grave.

He couldn't help it — the image was like a siren with its sailors, tempting them to their end. Leaning across the cobblestone rail, he leaned down — down into the depths of the water. Azriel had every mindset, every want to drown in that very river.

However, he felt his body pause, as if a tiny hand tugged on his shoulder — a child’s laugh echoing in his ears.

His body snapped up, his head whipping over his shoulder, frantically looking around, only to stop. Eyes noticed a fallen blue-violet on the drenched cobblestone. Azriel felt his body go rigid at the flower, remembering what it had meant. He turned around and knelt, shaky hands reaching down to pick up the soaked flower. He felt his eyes prickle with tears as he turned it in his hand, before bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss on the petals, standing up and pocketing it.

Dull hues stared at the river below him, noticing his reflection once more — and not the mirage that tempted him to death. A frown tugged on the edge of his blue-tinged lips before making his way across the bridge once more, the call of death barely whispering in his ears.

He turned, his feet bringing him off paved grounds into a mud-soaked one. The mud squished underneath his feet. He weaved through familiar trees, and as he delved further into the forest the canopy above him blocked the gray skies above, the pitter-patter of rain on soil lessening. There, underneath the canopy, Azriel shook his wings out — the rain that had drenched his wings flying off in droplets. He raised a hand, running through soak locks, pushing them back away from his face. He fixed his jacket, dusting off the moisture from its soaked fabric before he continued walking.

Hazel hues saw the familiar clearing, watching as the downpour continued to drench the soil in its never-ending attack. He stood at the edge of the clearing, hues staring up at the sky once more. He silently cursed the Mother and the Gods above for this rain — all he wanted was to see the clear skies for once.

Azriel stepped into the clearing, the rain drenching his clothes once more — not that he minded anyway.

He stepped into the middle of the clearing where a lone headstone stood. A simple one, nothing to extravagant. Azriel felt his heart race in his chest as he got closer to the headstone.

Azriel kneeled in front of the headstone, a tearful gaze as he read the words that were etched onto the stone: Here lies (Y/N), the wonderful wife of Azriel. Mother of their unborn child. May the Mother and Gods bring her safe passage to the Havens.

It had been two years since he had to bury your body, along with your unborn child.

The Mother was cruel to him.

You and Azriel had been married for over three centuries — his life was full of color, full of happiness and full of love. You were everything to Azriel. He would miss you when he went to missions, kiss you silly when he got home from said missions; he would spend lazy time with you, your head on his lap or vice versa — just spending time with each other. And for those three centuries, both of you had tried for a child, but because Fae menstrual cycles were so sporadic, it had been difficult.

But two years ago, your miracle baby happened.

“Azriel!”

Azriel turned around after shutting the door to your apartment, only to catch your body that flung towards his way.

“Hey love,” he greeted you, a chuckle escaping his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, looking down and noticing how your head tucked into his chest. He could feel your excitement vibrate through your body and he couldn't help but wonder what had gotten you so happy.

But at that moment, he just leaned down and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head, watching your head tilt up to look at him, your eyes shining.

“What is it?” he hummed out with a raised brow.

He watched as you bit your lower lip, fighting the smile that tugged at the edge of your lips.

“You know how I have been feeling unwell the past few weeks…” you had started off.

Azriel hummed out, shifting you in his arms so that you were at his side, his arm wrapped around your waist before leading you into the kitchen. He maneuvered you around, grasping your waist and lifting you with ease onto the countertop next to the stove.

“Azriel!!” You shrieked in surprise, your hands grasping his shoulders to stretch yourself.

He smirks up at you, settling himself between your legs, “Now what were you saying, love?”

He watched you huff softly before continuing your story, “Well I went to Madja earlier today and I told her of my symptoms—-”

“Nausea, headaches, bloating…” he listed off.

Azriel knew your symptoms, it had worried him to the max. Both of you didn't know what had happened — he was worried about some sort of poisoning… he thought of the worst-case scenarios. And you had to be the one to calm him down from those spiraling thoughts.

You hummed and nodded your head, “Well… it looks like you didn't have to be so worried about that poisoning scenario, my love…” you whispered as you leaned down to press your forehead against his.

He felt your hands slide down his shoulders, down his arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Azriel always loved how you touched him — there was no hesitancy in the way you held him, touched him — whether it he sexual or intimate. You had always initiated touching him and now, he can't live without your hands or body near his own.

He felt your hands grip his own, sliding then to your lower abdomen, pressing his hands against the soft skin.

“… I’m pregnant, Azzie…”

Your words were a whisper and Azriel felt his eyes widen at the words that had left your lips. He stared up at you and watched as your eyes sparkle light the night sky at your confession.

Hazel hues looked up at you before sliding down your body to where your hand lay over his own. A wide smile tugged on his lips before he slipped his hands away from your own, cupping your cheeks and kissing you.

He poured everything into that kiss — all his love for you and this unborn child.

When his lungs screamed for air, he was content with pressing kisses on your skin while you giggled, feeling your hands run through his hair.

“We’ll be having a child…” he whispered in disbelief.

He heard you let out a hum, feeling your head nod, “Yes we are… after centuries… our beautiful child…”

Every word that you whispered was full of happiness, adoration, and excitement. He knew, from hearing you speak, that you'd be a wonderful mother… one that would dote on that child.

He was elated — after centuries of both of you trying, watching your family build their own little families — Azriel was worried that both of you would never be blessed with a child. Yet now, the Mother seemed to rain her fortune on the both of you.

But deep within him, worry festered like mold, slowly growing. He worried about the complications — he heard about it with Rhysand and Feyre, Nesta and Cassian. And he worried for you — and all he could pray to the Mother that you would be spared from it.

“What color should the baby’s room be?”

Azriel hummed and raised a brow, turning his head to gaze at you. He fought back a smile — he had found you so adorable. You had waddled, your belly large protruding your tiny stature. Your hand tucked in the crook of his elbow protectively.

Azriel had ensured you were in good hands during your pregnancy; and that he would always prioritize your health and safety. He would never let you go out without him, either himself or his shadows. He always had a hand on you — whether it be around your waist or, like now, your hand tucked into his elbow.

Your features glowed despite the exhaustion he knew you felt — you had looked so beautiful during your whole pregnancy and Azriel worshiped you like the Goddess you were to him.

He watched as your gaze went up to him, your head tilting slightly at the look he gave you. Azriel shook his head, “You know I'd be biased if you asked me, love…” he answered.

Azriel would choose blue, even if it was a girl or a boy, his siphon colors would be that room’s color.

He watched as you rolled your eyes, and felt your hand pat his forearm, “Why am I not surprised that, out of all the colors, you’d choose your siphon?”

The two of you walked into the paint shop, the doorbell ringing above you. You were greeted by a Fae, one who was shocked and nervous to meet the Spymaster and his wife.

Azriel patted your hand and slipped your hand from his elbow, “Go ahead my loves… I'll be here…” He watched you smile before following the Fae to the color room, and he watched with adoration.

“You can't leave me, (Y/N)…” he sobbed, grasping your flaccid hand in his, pressing a kiss on cold skin.

The room was deathly still, his sobs echoing in the loud shared room.

You had gone into labor hours ago, and that labor… was difficult on your weak body. The babe, as Madja had warned you and Azriel all those months ago, had taken a toll on your body. You had been sick and bedridden for most of the pregnancy — Madja had stressed for you to terminate the pregnancy — it was either you or the baby.

Azriel had fought for you to terminate the pregnancy; begged and cried you to.

He could live without the unborn child but without you?

Never.

He watched you cry, begged him to let you keep the babe — he listened to your bargains, and promises; he listened to you cry in the night whispering to the baby all the while rubbing your stomach.

He watched everything… but he couldn't lose you.

But you had been stubborn, wanting to keep the pregnancy — pushing it to term — despite the consequences of it.

And so when you went into labor, the amount of blood you lost… was too much for Madja to replenish with her powers. The baby that was born was already too blue to try to bring back alive. Azriel was by your side the whole labor, watching you push your body to the brink — all for the child.

He felt your pulse slow underneath his fingertips, his hazel eyes frantically trying to find yours as he watched them roll backwards.

“No…No!” he yelled, dropping your hand onto the mattress and cupping your cheeks, “My love… (Y/N)…” he whispered, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, trying to pull you from the call of death.

Azriel watched you smile up at him, your eyes focusing on him, crescenting as you looked up at him, “…Azzie…” you whispered.

He fought back tears as he nodded his head, “Hey, my love, yes, I’m here… I’m here…”

“I’m sorry…”

It was as if you knew… this would be the outcome of your decision.

“No… Don’t be sorry… Please don’t… Just… Please don’t leave me… You can’t leave me…”

He watched as your eyes roll again and he brought your face closer to his own, watching them focus on him again, “…I don’t want to… But, I’m so tired Az…”

Azriel felt a heart wrenching sob escape his throat. His thumb caressed your pulse point, feeling it slow more. He looked up at his High Lord and the Healer and both of them looked at him with a somber look.

A shake from his High Lord gave his answer.

The tears finally fell, as he looked back at you — and you back up at him. He watched your brows furrow in confusion as you stared at him.

All he did was shake his head, leaning down to press one final kiss on your lips.

“Sleep… My love… if you’re tired. I’ll wait for you to wake up…”

He felt you take one last breath, a smile tugging on your lips as you whispered, “I love you, Az…”

Azriel felt your body go limp in the bed, your head roll back and your pulse stop completely. He watched your eyes dull, that smile still on your features.

His body shook, and tears never ended as he pulled your body into his arms, cradling your head as he let out a cry, pressing his face into the crook of your neck — the final time he’d ever feel you against him.

Azriel never thought heart break would be so painful.

He stared at the tombstone, pulling out of his thoughts and memories to reach down and caress the marble stone.

“… Hi my love…” he greeted you, like usual, “It’s raining again… It seems that Valeris is in a typhoon of rain recently…”

Azriel sat himself down on the muddy ground, not caring if the mud and rain soaked through his clothes again.

He had sat there, talking to you about his day, what had happened recently with the family, what was going on with Valeris and Prythian in general. He talked for hours until he felt his voice go sore and his body shake due to the cold from the rain, but he didn’t leave… not until the skies turned dark.

Azriel laid himself down on the patch of dirt in front of your grave, laying on his back as he stared up at the sky. It seemed the rain ceased and the beautiful starry skies of Valeris peaked through the rain clouds.

He watched the stars twinkle, before a shooting star blazed through the sky before another one — much smaller — followed it.

“…Was that you, (Y/N)?” he whispered, thinking that those two fallen stars were you and the child, reaching out to him from the Havens above.

Azriel had been searching for signs, for the past two years of any sign of you in the Havens. Looking for signs that you were calling for him — looking for him. All he wanted to know was that you were out there.

And that shooting star was it.

He smiled and closed his eyes, “I’m coming back home to you…”

[messrmoonyy]

-Sadie Adler as your gf hcs ( sfw/nsfw )

Sadie Adler x Fem!reader

A/N- I am in fact posting these out of pure and utter spite because Sadie Adler can. And will. Kiss girls. Because this is what?! Fan fiction!And it brings me an insane amount of joy that the sheer idea alone of Sadie being queer angers people. Sadie Adler kisses girls pass it on!!!

These are mostlyyy epilogue and beyond based Sadie pls lemme be your lil housewife

Dedicated to @queer-sadie-adler for being the true voice of reason lately amidst the hell hole that has been the queer Sadie discussions. You’re awesome.

Masterlist - requests are open!

• she’s incredibly protective of you. One wrong look your way and she’s ready to start shooting or swinging. Shes so a ‘ why don’t ya take a picture, it’ll last longer ‘ baby has some slight anger issues

• falls very much into the ‘ I hate everyone except you ‘ category. So stoney faced and ready to brawl with everyone, but soft gazes and tender touches with you.

• you hear her before you see her. She’ll ride back home to you after going after a bounty and proudly announce her return with a ‘ honey I’m home! ‘ as she rides up to your home.

• secretly adores the way you fuss over her before she goes out. She lost everything other than you in the space of like. A year. so it’s nice to be reminded how much you care about her. And that she has someone in the world to care about herself.

• she’s actually a pretty decent cook. And you can often expect her to try cook you something nice. Especially if she’s gotten onto your bad side some how, she knows a nice romantic meal will butter you up nice and quick

• I have this thought that she is just a nightmare to share a bed with. Girly tosses and turns and takes up too much damn space. But it just gives you the excuse to crawl up close to her and get comfy in the little space she leaves, falling asleep practically on top of her.

• and on the subject of sleeping. Has just the finest motherfuckin morning voice you’ve ever heard. Her raspy ‘ Mornin my darlin’ in your ear everyday makes you wanna melt into a puddle every damn time.

• loves sharing a bath with you. Especially if she’s been gone for a few days. She’ll make some excuse that it’s just to save on water. But in reality she just wants to relax and hold you close to her, feel your skin on hers to remind her she’s not just some angry bounty hunter. All tough and rough and fighting. She needs the gentle and the calm you provide her.

• hand holding. Forehead kisses. Sitting in her lap as you read on the porch. Just small, gentle acts of intimacy. The kind not discussed but well practiced between lovers.

• she can get in her head a little sometimes. She knows it’s not easy being in a relationship like that in 1907. And she knows that she doesn’t make it much easier on you with the works she does either.

• but she loves you wholeheartedly. And she knows that you love her just as equally. And as much as she feels she doesn’t deserve you, she’ll keep loving you until you don’t want her anymore which would never happen of course

•NSFW•

• she needs to be the one in control all of the time. This isn’t to say she doesn’t like receiving, or like having you on top of her. She just likes to be the one with her hands on the reins yk.

• in fact. She quite enjoys you on top of her or In her lap. But even so, know that she’s the one pulling the strings and she’s two steps ahead of you at all times

• she’s gentle and soft with you, but determined. Whether that’s knowing exactly where to touch you and abusing that same spot over and over again until you’re a shaking mess. Or telling you where and how to touch her.

• I said this in my last hcs but fingers in the mouthhhhh. Idc what anyone says. I see it so vividly. She loves it. Loves watching you suck her fingers to get them wet. Or clean them off.

• eats pussy like a god. Will have you seeing stars and thanking whatever Lord may exist for putting that woman right between your thighs. Sloppy and thorough and has you coming with her name on your tongue.

• thigh riding!!!!

• girly loves to manspread. Will sit there and pat her leg for you to perch on, but manoeuvre you to straddle her leg instead. And she loves how it makes you blush ‘ you’re a regular ol’ cowgirl now ain’t ya honey? ‘ as she leans back in her seat to watch you I’m literally going insane

• morning sex!! Waking up spooning with her, teasing her by wiggling your hips against her until she slips a hand over your hips and between your legs

• ‘ this what y’ wanted? Been dreamin of me honey? ‘

• will absolutely get up afterwards as casual as ever and ask what’s for breakfast. As if she hadn’t just had her fingers buried in your cunt.

• her aftercare is just so gentle. Especially if she’s been gone a while and has you coming for hours on end. She’ll praise you and hold you and help clean you up. Maybe drag you into the tub with her and sit behind you to wash your hair.

• and she enjoys the intimacy of dressing you so much more than undressing. Getting you comfy and cosy in clean night clothes before snuggling up with you in bed, letting you rest your head on her chest and tangling up your legs together.

[baked--baker]

fuck u The 1975 for making Being Funny In A Foreign Language which is the perfect album for when I'm stoned and feeling Just Pretentious Enough but also the melodies scratch my brain Just Right but also y'all so problematic I'm PISSED

[earthry]

hello love i hope you have an amazing weekend Can i ask about hc with insecure papas who thinks reader is with them just, because they're heads of the church and suddenly they're retired and have to tell about it reader?

Aw thank you, I hope you do too!

I was very excited to do this prompt <3

sfw, hurt/comfort, angst, tw self deprecation, low self-esteem, fluff

Primo

Considers himself good at handling stress but all he does is avoid the problem, distracting himself from what he’s feeling. So instead of going to you directly, he picks up gardening.

Has no clue what he’s doing, this is his first introduction into the hobby. He finds a little patch and asks if he can have it and when the Ministry doesn’t protest, he just starts digging up grass.

The problem becomes unavoidable when you seek him out after his continued absence. He’s always gone from the bed when you wake and doesn’t return until very late. Part of you was prepared to find the worst; that he’d been seeing someone else or something but when you find him, he’s up to knees in dirt tearing up the Ministry’s lawn.

The encounter ends with you holding his hand as he confesses the news and his fears of you leaving. You can tell he’s anxious from the stiffness of his posture and the tension in his expression. Leaning so that your forehead rests against his, you tell him he has no need to be afraid of you leaving because you don’t plan to anytime soon. His place as Papa isn’t why you’re with him, and you’ll do your best to show him that in the future to come.

You also joke that you’d better get your own pair of gardening gloves if this is gonna be a permanent new hobby.

Secondo

He believes in tearing off the bandaid quickly, and he doesn't allow himself the time to truly process things or grieve for himself. He just goes on as if everything's okay still and when he tells you the news, he might as well be telling you the weather forecast with how nonchalant he is when he brings it up.

You can see through him though, like stained glass. Can see just how tightly he's wound up, how stiff his muscles are as he braces himself for you to leave. He's playing it casual, like he doesn't care. Like he’s telling himself that when you leave, he'll just keep this facade and eventually he'll be okay again (though he can't even begin to think about a life without you, can't bear to think of you leav-- he stops himself from finishing that thought for fear it may shatter him).

And because you know him and because you can see past that stoney mask of his, the first thing you do is take his calloused hands in yours and press a gentle kiss to it— a reassuring gesture you often do when he’s feeling uneasy or nervous about something and it speaks for itself. You can practically see the tension seeping out of Secondo with how much he deflates and practically collapses against you. You don’t mind however and welcome him with open arms, embracing him as he falls back against you.

You tell him that he’s silly for thinking you’d ever leave just because he’s not Papa anymore. You list all the reasons off the top of your head on why you love him, Secondo, and not Papa Emeritus II.

He hates it when he cries, despises it with a passion because he was raised with toxic masculinity, but he allows himself to let it out in the safety of your arms with his head buried into the crook of your neck. He asks you to continue talking, asks you to tell him about your day, so you do. You tell him what you did that morning, what you ate, who you saw and what they said.

His kisses are the softest after, thankful and relieved and so in love with you. His energy has all been spent through the emotional whirlwind that is his coping methods and so you take him to bed early, tucking yourself into his arms and wrapping around him like a koala. He whispers that he loves you about a billion times, just in case you forget.

Terzo

He figures after he was dragged off stage, he would be retiring. Has a full blown panic attack, and you hold him tightly in his bedroom. Little whines and stuttered breathes as he tries to stop hyperventilating. It takes a little time but you eventually help him settle by putting his hand against your chest and telling him to follow your breathing.

You tell him so many things— that it’s okay and it will be okay. That you’re not going anywhere and that regardless of what happens, he won’t be alone.

You gently brush his tears away and help him clean off his papa makeup, kissing each patch of bare skin you reveal. You run a bath for the two of you with his favorite essential oils and let him curl up in your lap, clinging to you like a stubborn panda. You even tease him about being like one, and his cheeks heat up pink, flustered.

When you finally get to bed, you let him be the little spoon, enveloping him in your arms and holding him tight with the promise that you won’t let go.

Copia

To him, there is no question to whether you would stay or not. He just knows you won’t because he can’t possibly think of a single reason why you would stay if he were no longer Papa. To him, he had been worth nothing until he was Papa. Just the weird quirky cardinal that everyone tolerates because at least he gets his work done on time. He doesn’t know you’ve had a crush on him for years before he ever even stepped foot into the spotlight to lead the Ministry.

He lets himself have one more day. Just one more day where you’re all his and he’s all yours and everything is okay with the world. One more day he gets to hold you in his arms and make you laugh and kiss your lips that he swears taste of honey. To have your hand in his, fingers intertwined as if they were meant to fit together perfectly like soulmates. To hear you say “I love you” and mean it with everything in your heart.

He cries that night as the two of you lay down to sleep, but won’t tell you what’s wrong. Instead, he begs you to hold him the entire night, to stay with him until he wakes. And you do. You kiss his forehead softly and promise you’ll be there in the morning. You wrap him in safety and love until he finally drifts off into a fitful sleep.

In the morning, it’s the first thing he tells you and he fully expects you to get dressed and collect your things to leave. What he doesn’t expect is for you to drag him back to bed.

You snuggle him within an inch of his life and tell him you’re not leaving, not when he’s the perfect cuddle buddy. You’ll reassure him as many times as he needs to hear it and he cries again, soft relieved tears that you kiss away.

[harringtons-cupid]

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 - 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Summary: The fifth anniversary brings an accidental conception.

Smut: (18+) Choking, finger choking, creampies, dirty talk, cunnilingus, cum eating, nipple pinching. Fingering, biting, clit spanking. Possible pregnancy risk

Fluff: Cute endearments, kissing, cuddling. Surprise trip.

| Masterlist | KO-FI | Divider credit |

Your bags were packed the moment you arrived home from work, Steve didn’t tell you where you were going only that it was a ‘Surprise’.

Leaving you in suspense for the whole car journey, he had packed you the necessary items for a long car ride.

Every question you asked was shut down, making you sulk in the passenger seat.

By the time he pulled up at the car park, you were asleep against the window pane. His soft voice tried to awaken you but you snored quietly.

“Baby, we are here” he tried again, shaking you lightly.

Groggily you opened your eyes, slightly annoyed at being woken up from your nap.

But looking at his gentle smile, you wobbled across the stoney entrance way towards the beach house.

The cool sea breeze snuck up your jumper sleeves, sending chills down your spine. Steve had already brought your bags inside, he helped you across into the house.

It was beautiful inside, situated right on the beach. The waves were lapping against the stoney front, a log fire was in the bringing warmth into the room.

You were in shock, it was your first holiday with Steve and he chose the most idyllic place. Your anniversaries usually meant that you and Steve sat uncomfortably at a rather expensive restaurant.

It was your 5 year anniversary, a big one in both your eyes but since your promotion. Niether of you had time to plan a date, let alone a holiday.

“Oh Stevie, this is wonderful” you clutched your face as you gazed around at the beach house.

He walked closer to you, smiling at you dreamily. When you first started dated Steve, he was very different to who he was now.

You could say that he found someone who loved him deeply for who he was.

As you settled into the sofa with him, glasses of wine were poured between you. You couldn’t believe your luck.

It was cold with the wind rattling the glass panes door, candles and the fire lit your ambience.

His hands stroked your skin softly, relaxing you even further than you thought you could be.

“Five years with me, how have you put up with me?” He teased, gazing into your eyes.

“I could say the same” you laughed with him.

Both of you pausing for a few moments to reminisce, downing your wine rather quickly.

“I love you” you said after a few minutes.

“I love you too baby” he whispered into your ear, his hand moving down towards your thigh.

You were wearing leggings with Steve’s oversized hoodie, his hand moved from your thigh and rested under your underwear.

Kissing you passionately, from your lips to your collarbones. Making your legs tingle as he bit and nibbled on your neck, a soft moan escaped from your mouth.

“Steve” you moaned at him as his hand trailed towards your clit.

“I think you have deserved a treat baby” he whispered in your ear.

His fingers circled your clit, causing your body to rise and fall at the sensation. The wine surging through your veins, giving a different kind of confidence.

“Please, I need it” you panted as he increased pressure against your throbbing clit.

He removed his hand just at the moment where you were growing more aorased.

Pulling your leggings and underwear down, he moved you so that his head was positioned at the right angle to eat you.

The pool of sensation was more intense by every passing second, his hands held your thighs down as he began to suck on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck” you panted heavily, needing him more and more.

The years together didn’t matter, you were always wet for Steve.

He mumbled against your wet pussy as he slipped a finger inside, you began to grind against his fingers and tongue.

“I need more Stevie” you whined, aching for more than his fingers.

Slipping another finger inside, stretching you out as he sucked harder and harder onto your clit.

You tried to hold in your orgasm but it was very hard, Steve was curling his fingers deeper and deeper.

You came hard against his face, he ate everything that you gave him.

He removed his face, taking heavy breaths as he continued to finger you.

“Such a good girl for me” he cooed, looking between your face and pussy.

You weren’t sure if you could cope any longer, your legs shook as you came for the second time.

Squirting against the sofa and Steve, he was smirking up at you as he removed his fingers. Watching you shake underneath him.

He thrusted your damp fingers into your throat, forcing you to suck your cum off them. He pushed them deeper until you gagged on them.

As you caught your breath, you laid there and watched him undress. He was beautiful.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, dripping with pre cum. He was desperate.

Rubbing his cock up and down of your aching pussy, you shuddered at the feeling.

Spanking the tip of his cock on your clit, your eyes closed tight as you mumbled with the intensity.

“Can I fuck your pretty pussy baby?” He whispered.

You nodded hazily, opening your legs further for him. Needing him more than you could admit.

“Please” you said tiredly, pulling him closer to you.

He played with your entrance before sliding inside you, groaning together as your pussy closed around his cock.

Starting off slowly, he gradually increased his thrusts as his hands played with your tits.

Squeezing and pinching your nipples making you whimper between every thrust.

“God baby, you feel so so good” he moaned into your ear.

After pinching your nipples enough that it began to hurt you, his hand snaked around your throat and squeezed.

You watched as his eyes flickered shut, guttural moans escaped him. His hands were tight around your neck and your hips rocked with his.

Just as your eyes rolled back, he released his hands around your throat giving you time between thrusts to catch your breath.

He leant forward and peppered your throat with his kisses, slowing down his strokes.

“You okay baby” he said against your lips.

Moving your hair from your face with a kiss, sweat clung to your body as you relax into him.

“Yes Stevie” you said quietly.

He loved being called that, especially during sex. The neediness you possessed, made him want you harder.

His strokes were still slow and gentle as he kept kissing you, you kept clenching and unclenching your pussy around him.

He was weak for you as he groaned onto your skin, grasping onto the edge of his orgasm.

“Fuck baby, I could cum any second” he shuddered.

You loved being in control of his orgasm. It made you feel powerful.

“Stevie, will you cum in me?” You cooed, looking up at him desperately.

Grinding your hips underneath him, lifting your legs tighter around his back.

There was something romantic about having sex with Steve as the sea battled against the sand outside.

“Oh shit, are you sure?” He groaned gutturally.

You knew that he wasn’t really able to control himself in this moment, he was close to cumming inside you.

Keeping up your momentum, you gripped him tightly as his cock twitched deeper inside you.

He came undone, cumming hard inside you. His fingers dug into your skin as he moaned loudly. He didn't pull out for a few seconds afterwards.

That was the thing with Steve, he fantasised about cumming inside you every time you had sex.

Children were not what you wanted yet but with Steve, you'd give him anything.

He held you in the same position afterwards, like he always did. Stroking your face and kissing you, the first night was incredible.

It would only get better with Steve by your side.

[melrodrigo]

Party Fun - V.C.

Vada Cavell x F!Reader

Summary: When Vada drags you to a random frat party, things don’t go quite as she thought they would.

Warnings: Jealous Vada, a teeny bit of smut at the end, idk.. parties?

Word Count: 550+

A/N: This is just…plotless fluff (and slight smut)

Vada was not having fun.

She cursed herself for convincing you to come to Nick’s party, when you had all but begged her to do a keeping up with the kardashians rerun.

She thought it would’ve been fun, but whatever this was, was not fun.

Since you guys had arrived, a grand total of 5 random dudes had hit on you. Completely ignoring Vada when she sent them death glares, even though it probably looked more like a pout to an onlooker.

Vada wasn’t very good at being scary, and not at all good at being intimidating.

It’s not like she was the jealous type, but five! Five guys had completely disrespected her and you, acting as if they didn’t even hear you when you told them you had a girlfriend and she was standing right beside you.

You immediately noticed Vada’s gloomy demeanor as you walked away from, the sixth guy that night and wrapped your arms around her shoulder, nudging gently.

“Don’t be jealous baby, I’m not paying them a second mind.” You whisper into her ear, laughing as she shivers from the vibrations.

“I’m not jealous.” She grumbles.

“Oh really? So you wouldn’t mind if I go talk to Aaron again?” You tease, smirk playing on your lips.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face.” But her tone is anything but menacing, and it makes you smile harder.

“And no, I wouldn’t mind.” She says.

You hum, then press down and kiss her on the cheek. Then pull away and walk over to Aaron.

Poor guy, he didn’t know this was all just a ploy.

“Hey Aaron!” You begin, placing a hand on his (barely there) bicep and fluttering your eyelashes.

He looks a little confused, like you didn’t just reject him 20 minutes ago. You smile sweetly.

He’s insanely boring, but he’s working. Because when you sneak a peek back at Vada, she looks positively livid. Hands curled at her sides, stance stoney. It’s kind of adorable.

You turn back to Aaron again. This time, laughing a bit too hard at a lame joke he made.

You’re not really sure what happens next, because it all happens in a blur. One minute you’re at Aaron’s side, giggling, and the next you’re being dragged through the sea of sweaty teenagers, connected by the wrist to Vada.

The death grip she has on your wrist would be worrying if it didn’t turn you on more.

You’re tugged into a random room, and immediately pressed against the door. Vada’s lips are on you in no time, pressing hot kisses to your neck.

You sigh, relief flooding through you.

“You don’t laugh at other peoples jokes, understand?” She mutters against your skin, sinking down and leaving a trail of kisses down to your stomach.

You chuckle, “That’s what it took? I was flirting with him for 10 minutes and all I had to do was laugh?”

She shakes her head, mouth occupied for the time being.

“I’m the only one who makes you laugh. I’ll make sure you remember it.” She whispers, lips dangerously close to the band of your underwear.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

When she sinks to her knees in front of you, doe eyes wide and dark with lust, you think that you’ve never been more attracted to her.

“Oh yeah, i’m definitely making you jealous more.”

[stayingstromboli]

ACADEMIC RIVALS- MATTHEW STURNIOLO X FEM READER

TW: KISSING, SWEARING

SUMMARY: Matt and you have always competed against each other, whether it be sport, grades or friends. However will your secret romantic feelings for each other change your relationship or just make you hate each other more?

A/N- Matt and you are 17 and are in high school (I think- I’m British and our school system is different so sorry if I got the wrong school year). Also this is my first time writing seriously so I hope it’s good.

"Matt let me past."

Me and Matt had never really got along. By really I mean at all. Since middle school he strived to make every waking day a misery for me, going out of his way to annoy me. And in return I made sure do the same to him. Tests, assignments, even in terms of popularity. Everything we did we were endlessly competing to try and one up the other, constantly at each other's throats trying to drag the other down. When did this all start? Nobody could remember anymore. It's just how it's always been. And nobody cared to be the one tobe the first to put and end to these antics and 'lose'.

"Matt move the fuck away, go haunt someone else", I spat at the boy, who stood blocking my path, leaning on the lockers in front of me.

My annoyance was very apparent as I eyed him in disgust, his bright blue eyes meeting my stoney grey eyes. The bell had rung, signaling us to go to our next lesson, the sudden flood of students trapping me, pushing me into my locker, making it impossible for me to get around him.

"Make me", Matt sneers, clearly enjoying himself immensely as he saw the frustration growing on my face.

"Oh I fucking will"

I barge past Matt, shoving him out of my way. Or trying to. He grabbed me by the shoulders and yanked me back, leaning forward as he did so. His grip was firm leaving no room for me to wriggle away. There were inches between us, forcing me to breathe in the musk of his cologne,  strong and spicy, comforting almost. It took every fibre of my being to keep my breathing steady: Matt cannot know that I find him even remotely attractive. I'd never live it down! I prayed with all of my might that it wasn't obvious from my face or body language that I was flustered, desperately hoping that my face was not a bright shade of beetroot.

Matt stood like that for a good few minutes, studying my face with great intent, absorbing my every detail of my facial expression, which didn't exactly help my paranoia, especially when I saw his lips upturn slightly, clearly finding something amusing. My initial attempt at matching his stare with cold, icy one was a complete failure, his beautiful deep blue eyes drowning out any hatred or disdain behind my glare, so in defeat I fixed my eyes firmly on the floor to hide any fondness towards the boy in front of me. Or rather, I tried to. The success rate, however, was questionable. Each breath he took was hot on my neck, the thought of his smirk, his lips, too appetising, inviting me back in.

Fuck this man. How am I supposed to hate him when every attribute that made him so detestable made him so attractive at the same time. Like one of those villains in films that you're supposed to hate but everyone ends up fangirling over instead. The control. The charisma. The charm. Everything drawing you in. There he is towering over me, pinning me to the lockers physically restraining me and here I am losing all composure. He knows what he's doing and he's enjoying watching it happen, and so I have to focus even harder to not give him that satisfaction of winning.

Finally snapping my attention back to the bigger problem at large, I took my chance while he was preoccupied. My foot smashed down onto his, causing Matt to yelp, in what must've been shock rather than pain- we both know that I certainly don't have enough strength to actually hurt him, just enough to cause a minor inconvenience. I quickly turned on my heels and stalked away down the now isolated corridor, which in itself was quite a worrying sign. I made my escape while I still could, but out of my peripheral I could see Matt, trailing after me like a disease.

I pretty much ran to English, anxiety churning away in my stomach as I wondered how late I even was.

"Theres no point going."

Matt's voice startled me, pulling me back from the mess of worries circling my head.

"Excuse me?"

"English class. Theres no point going. He'll only give you detention. Come with me instead."

"Matthew, why the fuck should I trust you? You're the one who got me into this mess in the first place", I reply sharply, not even turning to acknowledge him as I continued at my fast pace.

"What can you not bear missing one lesson? You're either too scared to miss even one small worthless little lesson or you've truly let your hatred towards me and cloud your better judgment. If we show up we'll just get detention, in which you'll have even more with me. Unless of course that was the pla-"

"Don't flatter yourself. Fine, I'll come with you, but only to avoid the embarrassment of everyone turning to look as we enter."

A disgusting smug smile of self satisfaction was plastered across his face as I followed him back down the hallway, making Matt look extremely punchable. Once we finally made it out of school and into the parking lot I followed him to his car, where he gestured for me to get in.

We were physically too close for me to even try and avoid my romantic feelings for him, not even half a meter between us in the front seats of the car. The smell of his cologne was stronger than ever, his hair fluffy and within arms reach, tempting me. The silver chain around his neck made him look even hotter, dangling over his pale blue hoodie which matched his eyes perfectly. My heart was thumping in my chest as my eyes trailed over the boy next to me, almost skipping a beat when I catch the rosy tint spreading across his cheeks while we looked at each other. I could've sworn I saw him glance at my mouth as he licked his lips. Matt? The same Matt that purposefully trips me up or insult me at every given opportunity or get in my way whenever possible. Surely not. They must've just been dry or something. I know him, he wouldn’t.. He couldn’t… And yet this side of the Matt in front of me was completely foreign to me.

He reached out to plug in the aux cable, his hand brushing past mine as he did, causing a sudden a jolt of electricity between us as our skin touched. My eyes immediately shoot up to meet his gaze at this sudden touch, and I feel myself feel hotter under his steady eye. I sat there goggling at his natural beauty, ensuring to remember the look of golden summer sun streaking across his face, shadows forming under his jawline and cheek bones contouring his face perfectly.

His hands meet his way to my cheeks, cupping them, and I melt further and further into him. He inched closer, his breath gently fanning my face. He was so close I could see every mark, scar and freckle on his face. Before I know it, Matt’s lips are smashed against mine, hard and urgent yet soft at the same time. The kiss is hungry, our lips passionately fighting against each other, desperate to feel more of the other’s touch. His tongue explored my mouth, the taste of him mixing with the taste of my cherry chapstick. His hands trail from my cheeks to wrap my waist, fitting perfectly, as if he was made to be with me.

We continued for a while, together a hot mess as we lent across the gear stick, tired from the strain but too desperate to feel each other’s touch to bear to stop. That was, until we were suddenly interrupted by a loud knock on the window and the shocked faces of Chris and Nick.

“Do you guys come up for air? God”

Disgust was written all over Nick’s face, his voice dripping in sarcasm, whereas Chris had a bemused smile playing at his lips. The shock of the noise made us separate immediately, jumping back, almost giving me a heart attack.

Matt just gives them the finger as I shrink back in my seat, nuzzling my head in the crook of his shoulder in embarrassment hoping to disappear. One things for sure: neither of his brothers are going to let us forget this. Ever.

[pinkydevil16]

Aegon targaryen with an inconcent wife that's Rhaenyra and Daemon's daughter. She so confused as to what sex is so she asked her uncle/cousin? About it and it leads to smut. Please?

Changed this request slightly as they're not married!

Y/n had been raised very sheltered, her brother's hiding her away from any man who tried to tell her of the dirty ways men spoke and her mother refused to marry her off to some lord for an alliance. She blushed when Daemon would kiss her mother and her brothers would move her from the room if anyone spoke rudely towards her, Jacaerys covering her ears as he wanted to protect her innocent mind. They had not accounted for Aegon when they arrived at kingslanding, Y/n sat between Aegon and Jacaerys separating the two boys although Aegon's comments still made Y/n blush even though she did not understand what he meant. Jacaerys wanting to cover her ears but he knew it would only make it more obvious of how innocent she was and did not want his Uncle to pounce on her. Aegon moved to whisper in Y/n's ear, his eyes on Jacaerys as he spoke.

"You are blushing so my beautiful Niece, are my words turning you on? Are you soaked beneath your dress? Would you like me to-" Jacaerys stood, Y/n's face bright red and confused as she went to ask what Aegon meant not understanding why she would be wet when she had not spilt any wine on herself.

"Y/n you look tired let me walk you to your chambers." Aegon took his chance as Y/n stood, Rhaenyra agreeing Y/n should return to her bedroom and sleep, taking her hand and kissing the back of it with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"If you need help relieving some stress, i am just a few doors down." Aegon whispered, moving to push back her hair as her face lit up red and she trembled in his hands, not understanding the odd feeling between her legs and why she felt like the air had been taken from her. Y/n nodded thanking her Uncle for being so sweet, bowing towards Alicent and sending a kind smile to Aemond and Halaena before taking her brother's arm and following him out the room. Aegon dropping down in his chair as he smirked into his cup, Lucerys staring down Aemond as he tried not to laugh at his annoyed face. Jacaerys came back moments later, his face now stoney as he stared at his Uncle's, Y/n having tried to ask him about what Aegon said but he had refused to speak of it. 

Y/n walked around her chambers, her dress now laid out against the chair as she thought of Aegon's words, a tingle between her legs she could not shake. Flopping into her vanity chair she picked up her brush, brushing through the soft curls that had formed due to the braids she had worn to the meal, a thin night dress helping with the warmth of the fire nearby. The tingle in her legs not leaving as she moved, a pleasant feeling rushing through her as she pressed into the chair her thighs clenched together, moving again she felt the tingle run through her blood the same as when Aegon had kissed her hand. Y/n sat for a while, her mind going over and over what Aegon had said, curiosity finally taking over her as she stood, pulling a robe on and sneaking to Aegon's room. Knocking gently as she looked around not wanting to be caught as she would be scolded, Aegon opened the door with a yawn finding Y/n by his door in a robe and nightdress, his eyes widening before he leaned against the door and smirked.

"Hello Niece, how can i help you?" Y/n smiled shyly, twiddling her thumbs as she looked down.

"I was curious and wanted to ask what you meant earlier, Jace would not tell me and my mother most certainly will not. You are the only one willing to explain to me?" Aegon could not believe his luck, he knew he was innocent and foolish in the ways of men but to see her so blatantly ask about fucking without a single hint of what she was asking of him. He could feel his cock ache from the thought of watching her face as he explained, he wandered if she even knew how to touch herself, had she ever cum before, did she know how to cum? He felt himself spiralling as he opened the door allowing her to enter as she scurried in, taking a seat on the bed like the good girl she was, he could drool over how corrupted he could make her. Y/n played with her robe as she smoothed it out, looking up at him through her eyelashes her eyes begging him to bend her over and fuck her dumb. 

"What part would you like to understand my sweet innocent niece." Aegon punctuated each word as he moved closer, crouching in front of her as he took her hands resisting the urge to spread her legs and bury his face in her cunt until she cried his name.

"What did you mean...by being soaked and turned on? Jace would not tell me what you meant and i cannot sleep without knowing as i have heard servants whisper it before but would never tell me." Aegon groaned biting his hand as he heard her speak, he wanted to hear her say so many more filthy words, desperately wanting to hear her say cock. He knew it would roll off her tongue perfectly, she would have no clue how filthy she would sound saying it but gods above he wanted to hear her say it. 

"Are you okay? I am sorry, i can leave i did not mean to disrupt you." Y/n panicked thinking Aegon was hurt, Aegon smiling up at her as he placed his hands on her thighs to keep her sat down, loving how soft her robe was.

"I am okay niece, you are so sweet it makes my heart hurt. It is much easier to show you what those words mean, if you will let me?" Y/n nodded eagerly hoping to finally know what was going on and why no one would tell her. Aegon moved his hands higher watching how her leg twitched and her face reddened. 

"Have you ever touched yourself at night when you are alone?" Y/n shook her head confused, looking at him with intrigue. 

"You truly are innocent aren't you, you pretty little thing. Lay back and i will explain and show you." Y/n nodded unable to find her voice as she moved back and laid down, arms next to her head as she stared at him as though he were her god making Aegon's cock twitch once more as he pushed her dress up. Y/n confused but refusing to move as she trusted him, his hands moving until her night dress and robe draped around her waist, her legs bent and clenched together to hide her cunt from his eyes. Trailing his hands up her legs he spoke.

"Anyone can be turned on, the tingle you feel as i touch your legs is your body preparing you for your lover, showing you how much your pretty pussy wants someone to fill it." Pushing her legs apart he groaned loudly at how wet she was, moving his hands to graze his thumb between her wet lips playing with her slick and enjoying how she gasped.

"This is what it means to be soaked, your body knows what it wants and you should never deny it." Y/n nodded, her hands in fists beside her head as she felt his fingers brush over her, wanting badly to close her legs but one of his hands held down her thigh as he almost came watching her squirm from him barely touching her. Aegon down at her as he tore his eyes from her soaked cunt, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck her juiced off his fingers as he moaned. 

"I am going to teach you how to pleasure yourself my dear niece." Y/n slowly nodded, squeaking out a yes as he squeezed her thigh, moving to take her hand and place it between her legs.

"Use two fingers...good, good girl Y/n. Now glide them up and down until they are wet..hmm just like that my sweet girl." Aegon placed his thumb over her fingers, guiding them to her clit as he loosely moved them in circles watching how her legs snapped closed around his fingers.

"No, no open those pretty legs for me. Keep that movement and do not stop. Be a good girl for me." Aegon moved back moving her legs apart as he watched her play with herself, her robe falling open as he stared at her breasts through the thin night dress, her other hand fisting the sheet under her. Aegon watched her for a minute before pulling his cock from his trousers, gripping the base as he began to move his hand up and down seeing how she looked at him.

"This is a cock baby girl, repeat that for me." Y/n gulped repeating it quietly as she forced herself to keep her legs open, feeling how wet she was as she moved her fingers slightly quicker watching Aegon.

"Louder." Aegon demanded, staring between her legs as he saw her fingers quicken, listening to her as she yelped out.

"Cock." Her voice echoing through the room as he groaned squeezing the base of his cock as he almost came from the word alone, moving forward so he could line his cock up with her open legs.

"I need some of your sweet juice so i can show you how a man pleasures himself, keep your fingers moving sweet girl." Y/n nodded as he pushed his cock between her folds, the wet noises as he glided it up and down each time bumping her clit as her fingers stuttered and she tried to hide her moans.

"Good girl. Now do not dare hide those moans from me." Y/n nodded, moaning as he pushed his tip harder against her clit until he could see her tremble and felt her gush slightly onto the base of his cock. Moaning he moved back, watching her fingers try to get back to the pace she had set, his hand wrapping around his soaked cock to lazily stroke it whilst he watched her. 

"Quicken your fingers until your legs barely hold down and you feel your stomach tightening, do not stop until you cum." Y/n whimpered as she did as he said, watching how fast his fist moved up and down his cock, pre cum spilling from the tip of his cock as he moaned at how her cunt clenched around nothing begging to be filled. Moving his thumb to collect some pre cum, leaning over her to swipe it on her plump bottom lip.

"Taste, this shows a man is close to cumming, you should feel proud." Y/n licked her lip tasting Aegon's pre cum as he groaned and pushed his thumb into her mouth watching as she sucked and licked his thumb without instructions, eyes blown and needy. 

"Good girl." Aegon stood back up, watching as her hands moved quickly, his fist following suit as she whined and moaned his name as she came, her fingers stuttering ready to stop.

"Do not stop until you cannot continue." Y/n whined and looked at him begging him to let her stop as she squirmed and ground against her fingers, her cunt clenching as she gushed over the sheets, Aegon moaned and cumming over her cunt. His hand not stopping until she cried out and moved her hand, her half hard cock twitching as he moved forward to push his cock between her folds enjoying how his cum looked painting her pretty pussy.

"So pretty." He mumbled as he collected both their cums on the tip of his cock, moving his fingers between her folds to collect it before pushing them into her mouth enjoying how quickly she sucked on his fingers moaning around them. 

"Do you feel relieved now?" Y/n panted, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered, Aegon moving away and pulling her night dress back down, helping her to sit up as he sucked her fingers.

"Mhm, i will show you more tomorrow. Now go rest or your brother may find out." Aegon smirked as she panicked, kissing his cheek as she would normally and ran out the room, feeling their mixed cum drip down her thighs as she did. Aegon stared at the wet patch from where she had laid, pushing his nose into it and licking a stripe as he moaned, turning to the door and demanding a servant come. He would ease Y/n into it until she begged him to fuck her, but for now he would bury his face in her cum and make a servant ride him. 

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[apaechi]

pinkie pie redesign!!

pinkie is finally done! here goes the yapping again…

so obviously she is a pegasus. i thought this fit her personality so well! i however believe that *my* pinkie (since she grew up on a rock farm with earth ponies) never really flew, or never learned to fly very efficiently so she still hops around!! i could never get rid of that because it’s such a big part of her personality and it just suits her so well. that’s one of the reasons i made those balloons on her, so when she bounces she falls slower (she forgets she is a pegasus SO much).

oh boy her manestyle i put sm thought into. i envisioned an 80’s diner type thing (iykyk) and i envision she has a cute little headband but its not visible from this angle. i also made her hair a little more visibly messy/frizzy, because she is always doing this and that, and it suits her hair texture.

her color scheme (darker pink body, lighter pink hair) is from her dear old g3 counterpart. i added an extra pink just for interest since after all, she is a main character, so she needs to be extra interesting. i was tempted to add the heart, but i wanted that to be unique to fluttershy.

her hooves! i wanted to do blue and yellow.. butttt i added a twist. two hooves look very stoney and matte, while the other two resembled gold, as an homage to her family. that’s also why i added the desaturated pink spots on her face. i wanted her to be vibrant to stand out from her family, but also to have a resemblance and aspects that show she is related to them.

i didnt want to change her cutie mark too much because i love it. it’s simple, but very pinkie. i just wanted to add some confetti because i thought it was very cute and suited her personality.

but yeah i think thats it :) let me know what you think!!